The strongest soldier

At dusk five days later, drizzle began to fall in the sky, dark clouds pressed overhead, and the mountain wind roared, as if a heavy rain was about to come. The world seemed to have turned into a world of rain, and the vast mountains were also shrouded in rain and mist. It was hazy, and the mist covered the higher peaks like a veil. In the dense woods, a small team was walking forward with difficulty. Each of them was covered with camouflage made of green grass branches. They looked like squatting wherever they went. There is a thicket of bushes, and even the head is camouflaged by a straw hat. If you look carefully, you can see the bulletproof steel helmet inside the straw hat.

The group walked forward vigilantly for a while. Suddenly, the person in front of them who was responsible for opening the road squatted down and gave a signal to the people behind. The people behind quickly squatted on the spot to be on guard. A strong figure hunched over and rushed up quickly, holding in his hand Holding a sniper rifle, his eyes are firm and his steps are as quick as a cheetah.

Soon, the man rushed to the hillside in front and saw that there was an open depression in front of him. The terrain was flat, with a small river winding through it. Many rooms were built near the river, with wooden piles as walls and stones as tiles. It was not very It's sturdy and not very tall, but it can protect you from wind and rain in this dense forest.

There was smoke from every room, and they were obviously cooking dinner. Some children were playing at the door. Some people took out wooden buckets to collect water, and others were sharpening knives under the eaves. These people were naked and only wore a pair of simple linen shorts. , looks very strong, with dark skin and shiny tendons.

"Brother Shandiao, these people seem to be aboriginal people?" the vanguard who had previously cleared the way whispered.

It turned out that this team was a group of mountain eagles. They marched for five consecutive days and came to this place unknowingly, following the traces. I don’t know if I followed the right one. There were more and more traces of the surrounding forest people passing by, leading to various places. The direction should have been left by the surrounding aboriginal people. This made the mountain eagle worried. It lost the clue. Looking for it again would undoubtedly be like finding a needle in a haystack, and there was no way to start.

"How about I go over and inquire about the situation?" the brother next to him suggested.

"I'll go there myself. Brothers, please spread your guard around. Don't shoot without my order." The mountain eagle said in a deep voice.

"Yes." The brothers who followed around whispered, each found a place to hide, and set up a sniper rifle to take aim, just in case.

“People in the mountains are generally upright, enthusiastic, and hospitable, but it’s not appropriate to go empty-handed,” one person reminded.

"Who has a suitable gift?" the mountain eagle asked in a low voice.

"Boss, I have a captured dagger here," one person said.

"Bring it to me and take a look." The mountain eagle agreed.

After a while, a brother hurried over with his body hunched over and handed the mountain eagle a handle. The sword was one and a half feet long. It was a Japanese sword, about half shorter than the common Japanese sword. The mountain eagle took it and looked at it in surprise. The scabbard was simple and there were inscriptions on the handle. It was obviously a very good knife, so I couldn't help but pull out the blade.

The blade is completely black and does not emit light, but it gives people a sharp chill. The mountain eagle couldn't help but praise: "Good knife. This knife should be very famous. At least it was used by a big shot, or it was passed down by a certain family. You How did you get it? Are you willing to give it away? "

"Didn't we not have time to turn over the spoils from the last battle in the canyon? It looked good, so I kept it with me as long as I could use it. If there is anything I don't want to part with, I can just seize it on the battlefield when the time comes. People in the mountains are used to it. It is inappropriate to give a gun instead of a knife. A gun without bullets is just a fire stick, which is not as practical as a knife. It is more sincere to give this knife." The brother smiled nonchalantly, but there was a bit of reluctance in his eyes. .

Men love guns and knives, especially good knives. The same goes for this brother, otherwise he wouldn’t have carried it with him for so long after he seized it. Shan Diao saw the reluctance in the other man’s eyes and said with a smile: “Okay, just this knife. Well, if I have a chance later, I will seize a better one and give it to you as a supplement, how about that?"

"No, I'll do it myself." The other party smiled, packed up and left.

A real man does something but doesn't do anything, and he is decisive in not parting with the things he gives away. The mountain eagle sighed. They are all good brothers who understand justice and know right from wrong. I asked everyone to take off their backpacks and disguises. Put down the weapon and walk forward with the knife in one hand, showing kindness to avoid misunderstanding.

Soon, the mountain eagle walked down the hillside and came to the river. There was a wooden bridge with three logs tied side by side on the river bank. It didn't look strong, but the mountain eagle still strode forward. Someone in the village discovered the mountain eagle, and some Qing Zhuang hurried out, not caring about the falling rain, and stared at the mountain eagle closely, full of vigilance.

It was indeed suspicious that a person suddenly appeared in the deserted mountain forest. The mountain eagle understood everyone's mood and did not pay attention. Instead, it slightly raised its hands to show that it had no malice. It slowed down a little and walked forward after crossing the bridge. After a few meters, he stopped and said with a gentle smile: "Hello everyone, I am a passerby and want to inquire about something."

A lot of villagers came out and looked at the mountain eagles with vigilance without saying a word. Some people murmured something, but unfortunately the mountain eagles couldn't understand and had to shake their heads. Some wolves and dogs rushed over very unkindly, but they were stopped by adults. Whimpering unwillingly, some children gathered around him curiously, but were quickly taken away by the women who rushed out of the room.

Shandiao didn't expect these people to be so wary and seemed to be full of hostility to outsiders. On second thought, maybe there were too many violent armed forces around and the villagers had suffered a lot, so they became cautious, right? Thinking of this, the mountain eagle knew what he should do. He slowly bent down and looked forward with a calm look in his eyes to show goodwill.

Everyone looked at the mountain eagle warily without saying a word. Each one of them was holding a gun or a knife. The atmosphere was tense. Perhaps they saw that the mountain eagle had no good intentions, so they did not move. They just stared at the mountain eagle closely and whispered in their own language. Looking at something, the mountain eagle put down the knife in his hand, took a few steps back, and made a gesture of invitation. The villagers realized something and were curious, but no one moved.

At this time, an old man came slowly from behind. The villagers spontaneously stepped aside with respect in their eyes. It was obvious that this old man had a high status in the village. The old man came up and exchanged a few words with the surrounding villagers in a low voice before taking a few steps forward. , picked up the Japanese sword on the ground, took it out and looked at it, his face changed slightly, he looked at the mountain eagle in surprise and asked: "Young man, where are you from? What is the purpose of coming here to find us?" He used a half-baked international word. lingua franca.

Seeing that the mountain eagle could communicate, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Sir, we passed by here and are looking for a companion. He is an Oriental. I want to ask you about it. I wonder if you have seen it before? This knife is a meeting gift. I hope Don’t get me wrong, we don’t mean any harm, we’ll just leave after asking.”