Ming Zuo

Chapter 1232 Preparations for the March

The mountains are towering, connecting the sky and the earth, so that the misty white clouds stretch across the mountainside, adding to the mystery.

The green shade on the mountain and the mountain is endless, like a thick blanket, covering all the mountains.

The mountain under the green shade is dark all year round, humid and hot, and the dim light adds a bit of eerieness.

All kinds of strange animals, big and small, shuttle back and forth, which indicates that the place is full of dangers and dangers.

Those who are not familiar with the mountains and dense forests will never dare to come here easily.

Those who dare to come must be brave and good at fighting.

Between the dead leaves and mud, something seemed to move.But it's just a very quick look, and then it disappears, which can even make people feel dizzy.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that the entire area is actually wriggling slightly.

A poisonous snake with a triangle on its head is entangled on a branch, its tongue is hesitating to try at the croaking frog right in front of it.

It knows that as long as it swallows this frog, it can spend the next few days comfortably.

It arched its body and began to gather strength.Maybe in the next second, its fangs will stab the frog hard.

Suddenly a white light swept across, and the snake's head disappeared.The colorful and strange snake body twisted sharply, non-stop for a long time.

The frog that escaped the catastrophe didn't know anything, and hopped away.

Right at the place where the poisonous snake died, the rustling voice got closer and closer, and then passed slowly.

Three hundred meters ahead, dozens of simple wooden houses were built in the open space in the middle of the dense forest.

In the open space in the middle of the wooden house, some women in sackcloth gathered together and fiddled with something.Children who don't know much about the world are running around, and their laughter is very pleasant.

In all corners of the periphery, there are still many men holding bows, arrows and stone spears in their hands, looking around vigilantly.

The weather is so good and the air is so refreshing that it makes people feel drunk and unknowingly let down their vigilance.

There was a soft sound of dole in the dense forest, and a sound of wind quickly passed by.

A man who was on guard had a crossbow bolt stuck in his throat, and flew out backwards, falling heavily to the ground.After only twisting a few times, no sound came out, and it died.

Someone above his head and in the middle of the tree fork just saw this scene, and just about to sound a warning, an arm stretched out from behind and covered his mouth.At the same time, a cold light flashed and slit his throat.

The man struggled frantically with his legs, but it didn't help.

After three breaths, his body became completely stiff.

There was still laughter and laughter in the camp, but the weird atmosphere still made people feel something was wrong.

The vigilant men became agitated, in groups of three and five, and cautiously looked around.

The women and the children leaned on each other, their eyes full of horror.

The surprise came suddenly.

The crossbow arrows in the dense forest were fast, sharp, fierce and numerous, and dozens of men were shot to death almost in the blink of an eye.

The rest were all terrified, howling and running to the camp.

At this point, hiding is no longer necessary.

After the crossbow, the musket roared.

Among the billowing white smoke, more people died.Although some fled back to the camp, the general situation was over.

There were a few muffled loud noises in the dense forest, followed by more than a dozen black spots flying high into the sky, and then smashed heavily into the camp.

When these black dots touch the ground, they explode, sweeping away everything around them.

The wooden wall built by the natives could not block such a shock wave at all, and was immediately torn out of countless holes, completely useless.

In the dark and strange dense forest, strange figures began to appear one by one.

These figures couldn't be discerned at all, their whole bodies were colorful, and their faces were covered with strange patterns.

They didn't move very fast, and they were very careful with every step they took.It will stop while walking, and then throw something similar to a claw towards the front.

When they pulled the claws back, there was a strange noise on the originally ordinary ground.

Many organs such as traps, clips, and barbs showed their shapes one by one, and lost their functions.

The men in the camp were brave enough to climb up the wall and prepare to fight back.

But their bodies had only just been revealed, and the bowstring hadn't been drawn, so they were hit by bullets from somewhere and died on the spot.

This happened a few times, the people in the village were completely scared, and they didn't dare to probe at all.

Dozens of colorful people touched the outside of the wall and threw grenades inside.

A precise throw disintegrates the last defense.

There was no longer any possibility of protection in the camp.

The remaining men, terrified women, and weak children were all gathered together and squatted in the open space.The colorful people with guns and bows all around are like devils in their eyes.

The leader of the camp was brought out.

"Wangshan, why didn't you surrender? You still hurt our envoy?"

The leader is very majestic, with a fierce face.Even at this time, there is no fear.

"Anyway, I'm going to be killed by you, so why put on a show?"

"For you to surrender, I could have arranged a good life for you. But you are stubborn and dare to hurt others, and death is inevitable. As for your tribe, they will all be punished."

Amidst the sharp gunshots, the leader was killed on the spot.

The rest of the natives watched this scene helplessly, both terrified and angry, but there was nothing they could do.

Those colorful people didn't care, but tied their hands behind their backs and escorted them down the mountain in a string.

Walking out of the mountains and dense forests, the world below is peaceful.

Under the bright sun, the rice fields stretch endlessly, and the golden ears of rice sway heavily in the breeze.

The people working in the fields are all smiling and sing a song occasionally, obviously very satisfied with this kind of life.

In the field, Zuo Menggeng and Wang Siyi, who were all dirty from head to toe, finally rested.

The golden mango is cut open with a knife and divided into two halves.In the mouth, the rich and refreshing sweetness makes people feel good.

Zuo Xuanyan?
She has already eaten three.

If the nanny didn't stop her, she would still eat it.

Seeing the special forces escorting the prisoners slowly approaching in the distance, Zuo Menggeng waved.

"Your Highness will enjoy it very much!"

Zhu Jin leaned over with a hippie smile, picked up the mango and ate it without seeing anything.

"Last time you said that many people in the army had malaria, how is it now?"

Zuo Menggeng was very concerned about the situation of the soldiers.

It is certain that you will not adapt to the body when you come to the hot area rashly.

These problems must be resolved before we can continue to attack Luzon in the south.

Hearing him ask, Zhu Jin's face turned green.

"Don't mention it. Doctor Wu got a lot of bitter green water and poured it for us one by one. We almost turned green after drinking it."

Zuo Menggeng had strange eyes.

"Is the malaria cured?"

Zhu Jin scratched his head.

"Not to mention, it's really cured."

(End of this chapter)