Kun Zhonglun led a guerrilla team of 25 men away from Falling Rock.

After crossing five more mountains, they finally found a secluded cliff.

A white waterfall hangs from the top of the cliff, with a deep pool below.

Seeing that his team members had been working tirelessly for three days, Kun Zhonglun ordered them to rest on the spot and take turns on guard duty and resting.

The clear pool water attracted the attention of most of the team members, and they all had their own ideas about it.

The thought of jumping into the pool and taking a good, refreshing bath would make all the fatigue from the journey disappear...

The monkey, in particular, had been sitting by the pool playing in the water for 10 minutes.

Seeing that the captain had no objection, he didn't hesitate any longer, took the lead in stripping off his clothes, and jumped into the pool with a "plop".

Seeing this, the other team members on the shore could no longer resist the attraction of the pool. One by one, they took off their clothes and jumped into the water while shouting.

After many intense battles, I finally got to enjoy a rare moment of relaxation.

According to the guerrillas' retreat route, this mountainous area should be safe.

Given their familiarity with the terrain, even if the enemy wanted to track them, they wouldn't be able to catch up so quickly.

This time, the guerrillas rested for more than three hours.

Taking a bath, eating dry rations, taking turns sleeping...

The physical strength that was depleted in the past two or three days has been basically recovered.

After resting, it was nearly noon.

The blazing sun hung high above the mountains, its rays gradually intensifying and shining upon the boundless forest.

The lush, verdant canopy seemed to rise with a faint mist...

It adds a touch of ethereal beauty to this vast, primeval mountain wilderness.

Kun Zhonglun ordered the team to set off again, heading towards supply point No. 9, 12 kilometers away.

To ensure safety on the road, the guerrillas sent out a three-person reconnaissance team to explore the route 1 kilometer ahead.

If any abnormal situation is detected, an early warning will be issued immediately via communicator or signal gun.

As an expert in mountain guerrilla warfare, Kun Zhonglun certainly understood the importance of intelligence reconnaissance.

By 3 p.m., the team had traveled about 9 kilometers through the dense forest.

We are not far from supply point number 9.

Following the normal route, the team only needs to cross the wide meadow of bushes at the foot of the mountain and then climb over the opposite mountain range to reach their destination quickly.

The grassland that Kunzhonglun would normally cross without hesitation proved difficult today.

Because the three-person reconnaissance team sent out had not received any information for more than 10 minutes.

The communicator was also unreachable; the three team members seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

The vigilance that Kunzhonglun had developed over the years made him aware of the danger.

So when the team had just reached the halfway point down the mountain, he immediately ordered everyone to take cover and increase vigilance.

He took the monkey and quietly climbed up a large teak tree, hiding among the branches and leaves to look through binoculars at the dense forest opposite.

"Captain, have you found anything?"

The monkey lay nestled among the leaves of a large teak tree, intently watching the trees on the opposite mountain peak.

"I haven't found anything, but I can't get in touch with Third Brother and the others. I'm afraid something has happened to them."

As Kunzhonglun spoke, he held up his binoculars and carefully observed the suspicious jungle once again.

He estimated that from their hiding place, across the bushes and grass at the foot of the mountain, it would be about 1,000 meters to the opposite hillside in a straight line.

Given the distance and the tall grass and dense forest, it's difficult to see the opposite mountain with the naked eye.

The reconnaissance team led by the third brother agreed to advance 1 kilometer ahead. Judging from their progress, they should be approaching the mountainside on the opposite side.

Now, the entire group has mysteriously disappeared.

Not only did they fail to issue a warning via communicator, but they didn't even have time to perform simple actions like firing a gun or a signal flare.

Three grown men, and the three most capable scouts in Kunzhai at that...

What did they encounter when they entered that jungle?

"Monkey, it will be dark in four hours. We don't know if Third Brother and the others are alive or dead. We can't just wait here."

Kun Zhonglun put down his binoculars and said in a somber voice.

"Captain, give the orders on what to do!"

The monkey replied firmly, saying that he was more anxious than anyone else about his third brother being in danger.

In Kunzhai, in terms of seniority, his relationship with his third brother was the closest, because the two of them were cousins ​​within three generations.

"Monkey, you lead the first squad and sneak through the bushes 800 meters to the south. If you encounter any danger, immediately counterattack."

"OK."

"Also, have three squads find two people to fire a few shots at the other side, but be careful not to expose themselves too easily."

"Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

The monkey obeyed, swiftly sliding down the teak trunk and nimbly darting towards the group's hiding place.

A short while later, several shots from automatic rifles rang out from the woods.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, birds took flight from both hilltops.

Through his binoculars, Kun Zhonglun discovered that on the opposite mountain peak, there were several places halfway up the mountain where no birds were seen.

There's definitely something wrong with those places!

Perhaps there really is an enemy ambush.

His heart sank, and every pore on his body involuntarily contracted.

They could accurately track their movements and arrive at the guerrillas' usual route to ambush them in advance.

This group could not possibly be an ordinary Kachin Independence Army unit.

How strong must this unit be to easily subdue the Indian Brother's three-man reconnaissance team?

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On the mountain opposite the guerrilla base, a sniper rifle barrel covered with camouflage leaves protruded from a thicket of thorns on the mountainside.

The high-powered scope of the sniper rifle captured the branches of a teak tree in the distance, where a man holding binoculars was lying prone.

"Sniper position #3, 1 o'clock position, 1020 meters away, enemy leader spotted. Should we take him down?"

"Please wait, we must not alert them yet."

"Received, sniper position number 3 is clear."

The sniper curled his lip, thinking to himself:

We just wiped out an enemy reconnaissance squad, and then they fired a few shots from the opposite mountain, which has already alerted them.

I wonder what the captain was thinking? What are we waiting for at this point?

Could it be that the captain has some powerful new trick up his sleeve?

The sniper muttered to himself for a moment, but of course dared not raise any questions.

In the hearts of the members of their Mountain Eagle Special Forces team, the 33-year-old captain Angduke is a god of war.

Wherever Angduk appears, no matter how cunning or powerful the enemy is, they will only face destruction.

Therefore, even the usually serious Kachin King Ding Ying affectionately called him "Divine Eagle" when faced with this strongest fighting force of the Kachin Independence Army.

Divine Eagle, the war god among mountain eagles.

Thinking of this, the sniper, who was lurking in the thorn bushes, grinned silently.

He glanced at the light blue armband on his right arm, on which was embroidered a lifelike black eagle, poised to take flight...