Indiana Jones

Chapter 1 Prologue

Northern Myanmar, jungle, overcast.

The gloomy sky is dark and low, and a storm is coming. The jungle is dark and humid, hot and suffocating, and there is a dead silence.

Sylphy opened his eyes with difficulty, and the first thing he saw was a corpse with only half of its head staring at one eye, and it was so close that it could almost touch his nose. It is a large pit of rotting corpses. There are no less than dozens of corpses in it, with different degrees of decay. There are "fresh" corpses that have just died, and there are already rotten corpses that have been separated and cannot be identified. But these corpses are all dressed in Chinese expeditionary clothes. The military uniforms of the army, although tattered, clearly showed their identities, and then these incomplete corpses were trapped in their hands without exception, which showed their status as captives before death, but it is gratifying that these victims Without exception, he was shot in the front, and he faced death with the devil's bullet.

Sylphy was in the middle of this huge pile of corpses. Although he didn't know these people, he didn't feel afraid when he was in it, because these people were his brothers, brothers he didn't know, brothers who fought against the Japanese invaders together, and they once gave up together. Forget about life and death, they used to forge ahead together, the difference is that now they are separated from Yin and Yang, but these brothers who have turned into corpses have saved him again, using their only rotting corpses in this world to once again Saved him, these brothers with the same root as him used their decomposed corpses to cover him from the search of a large number of Japanese soldiers. It is ridiculous that the team composed of living people disappeared, and now they can only rely on these dead people who have never known each other. Brothers.

Sylphy struggled to get rid of the corpses on his body and stood up. Looking at the piles of corpses, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed a single tear. He bit it: "My dear friends, the spirit of the heavens will not disperse, please protect me from this Difficult, I will definitely kill more devils and avenge the lords."

After speaking, he pulled out the hidden Thomson submachine gun (M1A1 submachine gun) from under a corpse, turned around and burrowed into the dense jungle, and touched the contents of the satchel on his waist as he walked. Now he can only rely on him to carry this burden. However, the forest is full of Japanese devils. He doesn't know which direction to go. Where is the team?The only thing he can do now is to stay away from the Japanese troops who are constantly searching this area.

He has not had a serious meal in three days, but he will not starve to death as long as he knows some survival skills in the tropical jungle. Town, where the Chinese Expeditionary Force was trained.), their American instructor Sergeant Queens was very good at this, and Xuan Yi learned a lot. In fact, the complicated environment here and the elusive Japanese devils are more terrifying than hunger.

Sylphy stopped, carefully observed the surrounding situation, and listened for a long time. After confirming that it was safe, he waved the Meiji 30-year-style bayonet in his hand and cut off a water vine. A foreign object of the brain-smashing devil; clear water flowed out from the port of the water vine, and he drank heavily. There is no shortage of water sources in the dark primitive jungle, but there are not many drinking water sources. If you don’t understand the mystery of it, you may not be able to survive a day past.

He drank water in big gulps, and at the same time observed the movement around him vigilantly, suddenly a feeling of uneasiness hit his heart, he turned his head to look in one direction by accident, at this moment, "Whoo... "A bullet flew past his cheek, and then he heard a muffled gunshot. If he hadn't turned his head temporarily, the bullet would have hit him directly in the head.

Almost instantly, he recognized that it was the unique voice of the 38th Gai. There was a devil. He shook off the water vine in his hand and rolled sideways. He is a veteran who has been in the war for more than three years, and his reaction speed is definitely worthy of his military years.

"Bang..." There was another shot, and the bullet chased him and hit him. It can be said that he was lucky. If the enemy used a crooked handle or a submachine gun, he would have been beaten into a sieve.

Sylphy shot back with three bursts. He had already found the enemy's location at the moment of the second shot, but he could only counterattack with bursts. This was a last resort because his Thomson submachine gun Ammunition is running low.

"Boom..." The enemy fired a third shot, and the bullet hit the Thomson submachine gun in his hand. The huge momentum sent the submachine gun flying. Sylphy's arms were shaken, and the tiger's mouth was shattered. He didn't expect the opponent's marksmanship to be so good. Accurate, but he has confirmed that the other party did not want his life, at least not now.

No time to admire the enemy's marksmanship, Xuan Yi rolled and hid behind the dense forest, then got up and ran, without a weapon in his hand, there was no other way but to run, but just two steps away, his ankle suddenly tightened, before he could react The whole person has been hoisted in the air, with his head and feet hanging in mid-air, swinging around.

Sylphy's belly forcefully turned his body up, the Meiji 30th year-style bayonet was already in his hand, "swipe—" the rope wrapped around his ankle was cut, he straightened his waist, his body volleyed and his feet fell to the ground, Just as he was about to continue running, at this moment something hard hit his back...

Xuan Yi's heart felt cold, and he secretly called out: "It's over."

"Throw away the knife and raise your hands." A cold voice came from behind, and to his surprise, the other party spoke Chinese.

Xuan Yi let go of the bayonet and dropped it to the ground, deeply inserting it into the soft soil.

He didn't speak, and he chose to remain silent without knowing the origin of the other party.

"Turn around..." The voice pushed him with the barrel of the gun, and continued in an unquestionable tone, "Slow down."

Sylphy turned around slowly, and the person behind him took two steps back at the right time, avoiding his attack range just right. The person opposite him was not tall but strong, and the 1903-style military uniform on his body marked his identity as a Japanese soldier It's just that this military uniform is full of cuts, and it's covered with weeds. If he's lying in the grass, it's really hard to recognize. He's holding a 1903 cap with a scope in his hand. Sylphy knows it's a sniper rifle. , American instructors introduced Springfield M40.30 sniper rifles (American M1903A[-]-inch sniper rifles, and Chinese translations are Springfield [-] sniper rifles.) when they were training in Ramga, and learned how to use them easily, but they didn’t have a chance It's the first time he's seen the sniper rifle in the hands of the devil on the opposite side. He's familiar with the [-] Dagai, but it's the first time he's seen it with a scope added.

In fact, this 2.5-style sniper rifle with a 97-fold telescopic scope is a Japanese 300-style sniper rifle, which is a sniper rifle variant of the 7.62-style standard rifle, but the scope magnification of this sniper rifle is low. Therefore, the precise shooting range is not far, and it is only suitable for precise strikes on targets within 1903m, and its power is not as good as the [-]mm caliber M[-] sniper rifle.Another feature of this sniper rifle bullet is that it is smokeless and flameless. It is difficult to detect the enemy through the light smoke after shooting and the flame of the muzzle in a complex environment.

"Hey..." Seeing that Sylphy had been staring at the gun in his hand, the other party was a little dissatisfied.

Only then did Sylphy come back to his senses, he raised his head and stared into the other person's eyes: "Don't think that you can pretend to be a Chinese just because you can speak a few words of Chinese."

"Baga..." The devil on the opposite side was furious, "Zina pig, your time of death has come."

"Fire the gun, grandson." Sylphy said contemptuously.

"Yo Xi." The devil nodded with his mouth curled up. "As a soldier, I admire your courage. Well, I will let you die with honor."

"Stop pretending, just use whatever you have." Sylphy said contemptuously.

"Hand it over, don't waste time." The devil raised his gun.

Sylphy stared at him: "Do you really want it?"

"Quickly." The devil urged.

Sylphy watched as the devil slowly stretched his hand towards the satchel on his waist. The devil squinted his eyes and stared at him, with his index finger resting on the trigger, ready to fire.

Sylphy took out a package and dragged it in his hand to stare at the devil.

"Open." The devil shook the muzzle of the gun.

Sylphy slowly opened the package, inside was a delicate wooden box, judging from the pattern and style of the box, it should be a priceless antique.

"Open." The devil stared at the wooden box with his eyes wide open.

The box was opened, revealing a four-inch-square jade carving of the Five Dragons in Shanghai. The object is crystal clear and very delicate.

"Front, show me the front." The devil was extremely excited.

Sylphy snorted coldly, and slowly pointed the front of the thing at the devil. Eight incomprehensible characters were engraved on it, but the little devil knew that it was a big seal, also known as Shiguwen. These eight characters are: "If you are ordered by the sky, you will live forever."

(End of this chapter)