The northern hiking mountains are slightly steep, with lush vegetation growing, but no one has pruned and cut down all year round, making this mountain a natural mountain combat training ground. In autumn, the conditions on the mountain are not difficult, and the fruit trees are all covered with delicious fruits. Whether it is wild animals, poisonous insects, or hares and fat fish, they are all available. I think that my predecessors can consider this place as a training ground.

Ji Bo'an had a dead vine wrapped around his waist, holding the wooden stick that made firewood yesterday in his hand, and he was too lazy to find a way to make do with it. Among the people following him were dressed the same, and even an exaggerated look painted black on his face. Everyone was observing everywhere in a circumference, and each tiptoed to lightly pace. This was the third day after they were thrown into the mountains to "fend themselves". There was a certain reason for such a neat state.

Liang An took twenty people away when he woke up early that morning. He followed him all the crooked and cracked melons and jujubes and thorns. He probably knew that these people would affect the entire team. With him in charge, these fish could not make any big waves. After all, no one would accept that would lead to annihilation of the entire army.

The remaining eighty people voluntarily divided into three groups, each of which was about twenty-five. Their task was to survive in this mountain under the irregular assault of Liang'an and to meet the required conditions until half a month later. Those who fail were fined. Another situation was that the other two team members were all "taken away" by Liang'an and could stop this training, so that the three groups would also become their respective competitors at the same time.

No major incident happened on the first day, and Liang'an had no requirements. It was just a few people quarreled and internal strife. But the next day, a different situation happened. Perhaps Ji Bo'an was inconspicuous here and no one listened to him. The people who watched the night watch the night were not arranged in detail. Each time, there was only one person watching the fire. Everyone slept very deeply the next night. When they woke up early this morning, they found that the dry food they distributed to them and the night watcher were gone, and then they realized the seriousness of the matter. The same situation also happened in two other groups, but one group found that the food was not lost in time.

Without food, it means that they will be hungry. In desperation, they had to look for food separately to maintain their remaining ten days of survival.

Ji Bo'an convinced everyone because of the night watch, so he said this proposal. Some people with brains would naturally support him. Then he came out to find food. He used the stick to explore the road among the low shrubs in front. The camp was full of grass and there was no food to eat. He was forced to leave the camp. Now that he was a little distance from their camp, there was a little more grass and trees. Some fruits on the mountain could be eaten but some could not be eaten. They found a food called Handanban in the place they had just passed by. The whole body was round, and the big one could be ripe and could be the size of a fist. So they took off their clothes and put them in the fruit as cloth bags.

"Sun Han, you are holding fruits like a wild monkey. What are you doing for?" Tsui Hark, who was big and thick, looked at the dwarf beside him, extremely unremitting. He thought this was just a sensational. Didn't he still know that he was a person? "If you want me to tell me, it would be better to ask you for a performer, and you will be useless to lose your skills."

"What do you know? I'm called disguise. They are not familiar with it now. If Liang Junhou saw me, I would tell him that I was the soldier he took away and was lost. Although he was caught, he might be beaten less. If he is lucky, he can provide us with some information about the situation." Sun Han raised his neck and felt quite content. Even if he heard Tsui Hark's cold snorting, he didn't care.

Ji Boan heard the two of them whispering and suddenly heard the sound of leaves colliding. The storm made him stop. There were always some snakes hidden in the short shrubs. The snakes here were not poisonous. Once anything happened, they were not a joke. He raised his hand to signal everyone to retreat quietly. When the other people saw the gesture, they naturally stopped. Out of prevention and subconsciousness, they took a few steps back, each standing with their backs on their backs, vigilant and guarded.

Ji Bo'an pinned the stick to his waist and took off the dry vines tied to his waist. The thing that made the sound seemed to be frightened and lost its sound because of their steps. It was a confrontation. It was just a matter of patience on both sides. Sweat beads had already bleached from Sun Han's face, and the beads of sweat slowly turned from the fine beads to slide down from their faces, leaving marks on his gray-painted black face.
Chapter completed!