I have a portable farm

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In southern Yunnan, ethnic minorities gather together. In the outer areas of the jungle, you can see villages with different styles three to five miles apart. On the road, you can often see travelers exploring the mountains.

"Little brother, this forest is not what you can imagine. If you accidentally go to another country, if you are caught, it will be difficult to come back. How about you wait in the village for a few days and wait for a few more people? Go over there," a taxi driver in his thirties in a village looked at Zhao Xinyu and said.

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly and said, "Brother, I just came here to take a few photos. I am from the north and I don't dare to go too deep."

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Remember not to go in. It's dark inside and it will be troublesome to get lost. Last year, more than ten people got lost in there, and only three people were left when they came out."

Zhao Xinyu thanked him again. After the taxi left, Zhao Xinyu went directly to the small shop in the village. Although the village was not big, because travel friends often came in and out, the small shop had a complete range of things.

Before Zhao Xinyu came to southern Yunnan, he first went to Yangcheng and got a mobile phone from Lu Meng. According to Lu Meng, the mobile phone recorded the area where Guan Bingtong and the others last appeared.

As soon as he was delayed in Yangcheng, those who followed him and wanted to harm him were almost misled. They stayed in Yangcheng. After entering southern Yunnan, because of their nationality, except for a few people sent by Zhang Mingkui, those high-ranking officials Foreigners with noses and blue eyes are blocked in southern Yunnan.

As for those people sent by Zhang Mingkui, they had no experience in the jungle at all. After Zhao Xinyu entered the jungle, they all chose to wait.

The jungle in southern Yunnan is vast, and few people in the village enter. Zhao Xinyu only walked for a while, and he took Heifeng, Jinhen, and Jinyu out of the space, then turned on his mobile phone, identified the direction, and Heifeng , Jin Hen, and Jin Yu said something, and they headed towards the area where Guan Bingtong and the others last appeared.

Because Guan Bingtong's safety was at stake, Zhao Xinyu didn't stop at all this time, and often didn't even bother to transplant the herbs.

With Heifeng, Jinhen, and Jinyu as companions who were comparable to humans, Zhao Xinyu did not encounter any trouble along the way. Four days later, he arrived at the area where Guan Bingtong and the others last appeared.

The drizzle made this area extremely quiet. Suddenly, a low roar from the black wind caught Zhao Xinyu's attention. Under a tangled vine, there was a corpse that looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties. Lying there quietly, his body was only covered with a few large banana leaves.

There was nothing on the body, but Zhao Xinyu concluded from the workmanship of the clothes and the appearance of the middle-aged man that the middle-aged man was Chinese, and from the calluses on his hands, he was even more certain that he had the same origin as Liang Yongjun and the others. .

Zhao Xinyu then found several simple bunkers in the nearby area. There were many bullet casings scattered around the bunkers. In a low-lying area, Zhao Xinyu once again saw a corpse with the same appearance as a middle-aged man.

"Heifeng, can you find them?"

The black wind smelled a few times on the middle-aged man. He looked in one direction, and his huge body disappeared into the mist like black lightning.

In a small valley where ancient trees should have covered the sky, many ancient trees were broken at the moment, and there were large pits more than one meter deep everywhere on the ground.

There were at least a dozen corpses in the ancient trees and large pits in this area. Although there was drizzle in the sky, this area was full of the smell of blood.

Behind the ancient trees in the jungle of the valley are people with camouflage paint on their faces and loaded guns. It can be seen from the color of their eyes that they are not oriental.

"No. 6, we don't have much ammunition, these Chinese people are crazy," a strong man at least 1.9 meters tall said in a hoarse voice.

During this period of time, they had been chasing and fighting fiercely. Except for killing two of them in the outside area, they originally thought that the task could be completed easily.

But now the other party is huddled in a cave, and more than half of their people have been lost. This is a great shame for them. They have never lost so many people in many missions.

A middle-aged man with a slightly thin body and a sharp blade exuding cold light in his hand looked at a 1.5-meter-high cave at the bottom of the valley.

"I have estimated that they have less ammunition left, but their marksmanship is good. There is no cover over there. It is difficult to get past. They have not eaten or drank for six days, and almost all of them are injured. This is Due to the weather, they can’t hold on for a few more days, so they will continue to wait.”

The strong man turned his head and looked at his exhausted companions leaning against the big tree. "They can't hold on anymore."

No. 6 shook his head, "Let me get some food later. Remember that woman must live. She will be of greater use to us if she is alive."

"who is she?"

"Don't ask about this. If we can catch him, we will have one more trump card. If China wants to take action against us, they must weigh it carefully."

Suddenly, No. 6 looked up at the sky. He saw a big golden bird flying across the sky. The chirping of the big bird made him feel palpitated.

In the cave at the bottom of the valley, six men and one woman were leaning against the cave wall. Four of them had no breath at all, and a stench filled the air from them.

The remaining two men and one woman had chapped lips, blood-red eyes, and blackened blood stains everywhere on their clothes.

"Xiaoguan, we have very little ammunition left and our communication tools have been destroyed. It is almost impossible for the rescue team to find us. We will cover you tonight. I observed that there is a crack on the left side. You may be able to go up from there. Get out," said a middle-aged man in his forties with a haggard look, sunken eyes, and a hoarse voice.

Guan Bingtong shook her head. She looked at one of her legs. The place where the leg was shot had suppurated. They hadn't eaten a bite for several days. At this moment, it was difficult for him to run or walk.

Suddenly, a loud bird song came, and Guan Bingtong's delicate body trembled, and a glint appeared in her eyes, but then it dimmed.

It couldn't be him. He didn't know where he was. He hadn't eaten for a few days, so he must have hallucinated. Then Guan Bingtong's eyes suddenly became gentle.

A handsome young man in ordinary clothes appeared in front of him. He pressed himself, and a bad hand grabbed him. Suddenly the scene changed. He fed himself bone-in pork that melted in his mouth, and then gave himself Apply ointment to the wound.

After thinking about it, Guan Bingtong let go of the gun on his lap, reached out and pulled out a purple wooden sculpture from his neck, with himself on top.

"Mumu, will you remember me?" Guan Bingtong's eyes suddenly filled with mist.

The two exhausted middle-aged men looked at Guan Bingtong and looked at each other. The luster in their eyes slowly dissipated, "Flying Eagle, take care of everything. Let's go and accompany our brothers later." .

Fei Ying nodded, reached for a backpack stained with blood, and took out six silver-white signs from it, "Tiger, Fox, Bison, Hamster, Snake. Sparrow."

While speaking, he took out a sign from his chest and put it together with six other signs. The middle-aged man in his forties also handed over a sign, "Explosive Bear."

Hearing this voice, Guan Bingtong also took out a sign, "Jade Rabbit".

"Xiaoguan, do you regret it?" Bao Xiong looked at Guan Bingtong.

Guan Bingtong shook his head and sighed faintly, "Instructor, this time it's my fault. He kept asking me to change my temper, but I... If I hadn't been reckless this time, such a thing would not have happened."

"who is he?"

The next moment, a smile appeared on Guan Bingtong's face, "He is just a small farmer who grows vegetables and raises fish, but he is extremely skilled. He saved me three times. Liang Yongjun, Lu Meng, and all of them were violently tortured by him when they joined forces. If he comes this time, such a thing will definitely not happen."

As soon as Guan Bingtong said these words, Bao Xiong and Fei Ying showed a hint of horror in their eyes at the same time. Liang Yongjun and Lu Meng both knew how proud they once were.

At that time, there were only a few people who could suppress Liang Yongjun and Lu Meng. Now, all of them working together can't even take down a farmer who grows vegetables and raises fish. Who is this person?

"Xiaoguan, tell us."

It was misty and rainy, and night was gradually falling. Although it was in a tropical rain forest, such weather was not something that ordinary people could bear. In addition, almost all the people in the valley were exhausted. When night fell, they all shrank away. Under the big tree, many people were trembling slightly.

The drizzle was still falling, and only the rustle of drizzle could be heard in the entire forest. Suddenly, a long whistle sounded outside the valley. The expressions of the people in the forest changed slightly, and then they began to close their eyes and meditate again. With their men on sentry duty, they had to hurry up and recover.

Behind an ancient tree, a figure looked warily at the entrance of the valley. After a moment, his heart relaxed slightly. The next moment he relaxed, he suddenly felt something moving behind him.

When he turned his head, he saw a big hand on his neck. Before he could open his mouth, he heard the sound of his neck bones breaking.

The rain was still falling, the night sky was dark, and whistles kept coming from outside the valley, and every time the whistle sounded, one of the people under the ancient tree would lose his life.

When a whistle sounded again, No. 6 frowned. He suddenly stood up, looked in one direction, and whispered: "Tank, I feel something is wrong."

After a few breaths, the tank didn't respond. No. 6's expression changed, and his voice raised a bit, "Tank, artillery..." He called several names in succession, but there was no movement.

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