At that time, the British government and the American government to solve this problem, they came out of the Combat tools, the way the National Government sent troops, hundreds of thousands, 200,000 National Government troops, Kung Fu loaded up, to go on an expedition, to fight the Japans.Unfortunately, although the Chinese army won, the victory was devastating.An expeditionary troops were cornered at Savage Hill, racing against the Japanese.In the forest, they had no food, no water.In some places, it's toxic.Apparently, it was Mt., where it was said to be alive, especially, or an army with Combat tools. Still, many soldiers died, starved to death, the biggest reason being that if they were too many, there wouldn't be enough food.But less people, also easy to be attacked by the local savages, or one person, easy to accident, more people accident, less people accident, and so on, heavy casualties, extraordinary.The forests of Phoenix Mountain were no better than Savage Mountain,

Shan He nodded. They both sensed danger and looked at each other before deciding to leave.But just then, a sweet smell hit me. No, it floats.The aromaThey both swallowed.In recent days, they have run out of military canned food. I'm tired of eating them.Compressed biscuitsThis compression biscuit, while good, also affects excretion.All four, along with the girl, felt the pain of constipation.Girls, in particular, are most afraid of constipation, which causes a build-up of toxins in the body, causing acne, which the girl's greatest fearAlso, constipation, the pain of not being able to defecate, is really inhumane.The two eventually decided to pass.They were finally seeing people. It was a boy in a grey-green robe, about eleven or twelve years old, his hair tied back, dressed like an ancient man, with a bundle strapped to his feet, an iron bucket with some cilantro in front of him, and a skinless rabbit bound by branches, its flesh sizzling in oil. It didn't seem to take long fo

But there are still many tombs in the world, hidden underground, undiscovered, and many secrets that no one can find.Treasure maps hum, ancient ground form and modern, have been different.It was naive to look for treasure on that little treasure map.There were a few people, talking and laughing. It was just a game of chance.Now there was a chance to catch the little priest, and if it would help them find the treasure, it would be a bonus.'Treasure hunt? there treasure in Phoenix?"Bruce said."So we're just looking for it and luckily we've lost it but we've been there."Miss YunFei Chao's rich literary credentials are evident.It reminded Bruce more of his own mother. His mother, Lin He, studied poetry at an early age, though she came from a Kung Fu family. Modern study, and ancient study, can not be the same language, new cultural movement, plus a cultural revolution, the approval of mencius, so that today's people, ancient culture is a lot worse. At home, Bruce was influenced by

Bruce tried to shoot into Geese flying in the air, but no, moving the target was too difficult.Having prepared enough food, Bruce gathered up the remaining slices.Then Shan He said, "By the way, we don't know your name now, little boy.Their names, Bruce's already known, but Bruce's, were never given.First, Bruce didn't want to talk about it, and second, they were too embarrassed to ask.Eventually, though, it was Shan He who made the breakthrough.Even Hei Yuchi and the others were surprised that they had asked the Taoist's name at this time.Bruce thought for a moment and said, "My nickname is Flying Wolf!"'s nickname? '"What, you don't have a nickname?"His real name won't come up, Bruce has a nickname, so I don't think that will be a problem."Tall people are really tall people," Zhou Fat said."Now, who has a nickname?"Except those who haven't died, they are all proper names.Previously, the ideas of "support for the military, " "love for the motherland" China defend the countr

Soon the room was lit up by seven large mirrors, like yellow lightbulbs, about fifteen watts long.It might not be bright enough at other times, but in a hole like this it was enough.The mirror was so well placed that it couldn't move, and when it did, the light couldn't connect, and the light was broken.Bruce didn't dare move, he took a closer look and soon saw that it was a real retreat, a retreat from heights.Inside was a stone bed on which lay a dead man, a man, hard to describe, who looked... awful.He looked like a skeleton, but on closer inspection he saw skin and it was too dry to do much more. He clung to the bone like a baby and looked like an old man with hair and a beard.The old man was dead as a doornail, his clothes rotting and clinging to him along with his gray skin.Bruce was even a little afraid he would easily open his eyes and stand up.This man, surely a tall man, a dead mortal, might have been, but more likely, his body had decomposed, leaving only a skeleton