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If I inhale ether lightly, I can use cold water to relieve dizziness and other symptoms. At the same time, I can use cold water to help the unconscious people wake up. At this moment, no one uses cold water to splash me.

Fortunately, neither I nor the Manager Qian had any of the adverse reactions that ether could cause, such as laryngeal spasm, transient elevation of serum transaminase, convulsions, acute pancreatitis, or contact dermatitis.

Because I was knocked unconscious twice in a row in a short period of time, Manager Qian woke up earlier than me. He was looking at me when I opened my eyes, as if eager to know what had happened. I wondered how anything bad could happen to us.

The first time it happened, Silver Mountain Demon came across it by accident. The second time he fought against that evil spirit was because of his woman. This time, it's me who dragged him down, but that's fine too. Everyone being dragged down and everyone else being involved is once. It's even now.

After getting used to the light, I narrowed my eyes and didn't speak to Manager Qian. The simple reason was that both of us had our mouths stuffed with cloth, probably because of the rags used to clean the car. The pungent smell of machine oil in my mouth made me want to vomit, but I couldn't spit it out.

He looked around him habitually and found that his hands and feet were cuffed. Then, he tied them together with a thumb-thick nylon rope and threw them on a few cardboard boxes.

A few meters away, there were still two fellows sitting there, staring at me and Manager Qian. One of them was the scar-faced man who almost sliced me up into roasted meat. With the LED camping lights overhead, I saw I was in the middle of a large container, and the vibrations I felt told me that the large container truck was moving at high speed.

To my greater surprise, both of them were equipped with sophisticated semiautomatic weapons. On Scarface's chest was an MP5 equipped with an optical Sighting Telescope and a blinding light. On his other knee was another famous PDW player — — P90. The guns they used were all thousands of dollars a piece, and it was hard to get them at home unless they smuggled them in. The big question mark appeared in my mind again: "Where are these people from? Why did you spend so much effort to find Elder Bai? "

I couldn't see out of the car, couldn't tell what time it was, where I was, and could only deduce from the increasing temperature in the car and what they had said before that we were heading north, keeping our guards on guard and keeping our hands on the handgrips of the guns. The two of us occasionally conversed in Japanese, but our eyes never left Manager Qian and me.

After an unknown period of time, the car stopped and the bald man and the other sniper called Chuanjing came to watch us. When we stopped, Manager Qian and I were taken off the train by the wheel to solve the problem of defecating and urinating. Then, we were pushed back into the car by guns. When I got out of the car to release the water, I observed the vegetation and climate, as if I had already arrived in Shandong Province.

The ground had just been covered with a few centimeters of snow, so it looked like it would be very cold at night. The car that was pulling us was a large container truck with the words "Former Island Heavy Industry" painted on it. There was also a minibus following behind them. It was probably that Abe and his underlings. When we got back to the car, the Manager Qian and I both got a military cotton coat with very little food and water, the kind that is common in the northeast, up to the knees, and two thick cotton shoes and hats, which seem to be afraid we'll freeze to death before we get there. As much as they hated him, these Foreigner were very meticulous when they did things.

The truck started up again, and the Kawasaki lowered his gun and tried to tie me up. "I was looking for a chance to grab his gun, but he sensed it." "Don't move, if you don't want your friend to get beaten up like that." He leaned over so that I could see the bald man with the M4A1 on his head behind him, pointing the gun at Manager Qian. Because of the suitable distance and angle, it was clear that the safety of the gun was in fully automatic gear. This meant that as long as the bald disciple raised his finger, any bullets that shot out at a speed of 700 units per minute would be able to take Manager Qian's life in an instant. Therefore, he had no choice but to tie them up and throw them on the carton. The only difference was that he had more clothes on him this time, so he didn't have to worry about being frozen to death.

So they took turns eating, resting, and watching over us, occasionally feeding us bread and water with rags from my mouth, and after a few hours or so the car stopped.

This time, the parking lot wasn't like the previous times where people switched or refueled, because everyone jumped off the car. I counted eleven trained soldiers, and the captain was the bald one. In addition, there's also Ryoko who can make drugs and the unfathomable An Bai Hua. Even if you let go of me, who was thirsty, hungry and tied up for more than 60 hours, you still wouldn't be a match for these guys.

As soon as I got out of the car, I felt a sense of familiarity. I found myself being brought back to the snow-covered northeast, where I found myself at the foot of a deserted mountain that looked like the edge of a vast mountain range. They seemed to be heading for the mountain, and everyone was getting ready to equip themselves and put on their snow-camouflage cloaks.

Baldy brought over a military map. He pointed to the few points marked in red and said to me, "This is the map of Great Xing'An Mountain. Our location is here. This is your Three Lions Forest." Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, we won't harm your family. You just need to bring us to the place where we last saw that old man, then we'll let you and your friend go. "

Being under the roof of a house, I had no choice but to lower my head. Furthermore, the last time I saw Elder Bai was 7 years ago. Thus, I prepared to act according to the circumstances. I brought them into the mountain, and prepared to pass through the prefectural area of the Drabul Forestry Bureau and arrive at the forest farm where the Elder Bai used to live.

Growing up in this kind of environment, I was extremely familiar with the situation in the Great Xing'An Mountains. The mountain here averages 1200-1300 meters above sea level, with a peak of 2035 meters. The northern part of the mountain range is wide, up to 306 km, and the southern part is only 97 km wide. It is said that it was formed during the Jurassic orogeny, and that the strike fault along the east side was uplifted, which resulted in asymmetry of slope of east and west slope. The east slope is steeper, while the west slope is gently sloping to the Mongolian plateau, with an elevation of 790-1000 meters.

The Daxinganling region was not developed much until the 20th century. The development of the northern region began in the early 20th century with the construction of the first trans-mountain railway, the Middle East railway from Qiqihar to Manzhouli, which is located on the Sino-Russian border at the north-west end of the north-eastern region. During the Japanese invasion of Manchuria in 1931-1945, several more railways were built from the north and south sections of the Middle East Railway to cut down timber in the Xingan Mountains, the most important of which was the railway to the north of the Tuku River. These railway lines extended east to the Ilehuri Mountains, which were east-west, connecting the Great Hing'anling and the Little Hing'an Ridge. To the south, a few years before, another railway had been built, leading from the northwest of White City, Jilin Province, along the valley of the Taur to the hot springs of Sauron and Arles in Inner Mongolia.

The area is home to a large number of Mongolians and Tongus, as well as Orenchun and Ewenki. We Chinese are mostly in the railway belt and the main logging area, including the forest farm I grew up in. The logging industry was the main economic activity before 2006, and now many Forestry Bureau's main labor force is replanting and planting trees. Between thousands of mountains and thousands of ravines flowed the Gan River. Dobukul, Naduli, Kuma, Ermur, and more than twenty other rivers of different sizes finally poured into the famous Heilongjiang River.

The forest cover is 74%. In the vast green ocean, there are more than 400 kinds of rare birds and animals, such as deer, reindeer, moose, sika deer, brown bear, sable, flying dragon, pheasant, stick chicken, swan, deer, wild boar, snow rabbit, etc. There are also sturgeon dike, Zero-Luo, fine scale, river snow fish and other valuable cold-water fish. When I was a kid, I ate a lot of game, but now it's hard to find, mostly protected animals.

It was just that I never would have thought that when I returned to my hometown, I would be shot in the head in the container compartment. Carrying the excitement of returning to my hometown and the depression of being a prisoner, I helplessly led everyone into the dense pine forest in DaXing'AnLing... Walking through the snowy mountains was far from romantic. On the contrary, it was a huge drain on one's stamina.

From the looks of it, the snow just now was caused by the confluence of warm, humid air and cold flow of Siberia a few days ago. What was even more troublesome was the amount of snow that had accumulated in the Northeast during the winter. After the snow had fallen, the sun-dried surface began to melt. At night, the cold wind blew on it and turned it into a thick layer of hard shell. Then it was covered with new snow, and this kind of snow was very skillful to walk on.

Because if you walk like a normal person, you will notice when you lift one foot; when you put all your weight on the other foot, you will sink into the snow with a plop.

After that, you have to use a lot of effort to carry it out. If you walk like this, you will be covered in sweat soon, not to mention my weak body that hasn't eaten anything for a few days.

The correct way to do this is not to lift your feet too high, find the "hard layer" and then half slide and half walk on it. I've known this way since I was a kid, and the others have been caught up in it a few times. Seeing how easy it was for me to walk, the group started to move faster on the snowy ground.

I used the opportunity of the march to spy on these opponents, judging by the equipment I had learned about the foreign army, and their well-trained skills. These people were definitely from the airborne troops, because they had been driving all the way here. However, these eleven soldiers were habitually carrying umbrellas and swords that only the airborne troops were equipped with.

Moreover, their identity was made clear by the oxidation of the P220 around their waists — the 1st Airborne Brigade of the Land Self-Defense Forces.

That is to say, they must have all served there, because the First Airborne Brigade of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces is the only paratroopers in Japan at the moment, and this P220 is the standard pistol for that unit. Although these people use a wide variety of main weapons, including M4A1, MP5, P90 and even a simplified version of AN95. However, most of the career soldier s did not like changing their pistols while on mission. The reason was simple: When using their pistols, they had to rely on reflexive instincts. No one wants the enemy to be within ten meters of them with a strange gun in their hands, just as people who are used to using Glock certainly don't like cumbersome, recoil Desert Eagle; similarly, people who are used to using MK23 certainly don't like PPK.

In addition to their equipment, their habit of marching showed that this small force was heavily trained. Leading the way in front, the assaulters followed by the cover, firepower hands in the middle of the formation, M24 sniper rifle carrying the back of the Kawasaki Temple. Everyone had their own position and a responsible angle. Looking at these familiar ways of marching, I suddenly had the urge to fight with their swords and guns, to see which of the Asian special forces would be more powerful in the next 60 years.

But I don't even have a handcuffed wire all over my body, much less a knife or a gun. Furthermore, after secretly testing the strength of the handcuffs, he discovered that it wasn't ordinary handcuffs at all. It was made of a super high strength nano - plastic material. It seemed like he could only find another chance to escape. As for them, they were as cautious as ever. I was at the front of the line and was being stared at by the scarred face behind me.

Manager Qian is in the middle of the team, under the personal care of the Baldy, right now I can only act according to the circumstances.

It was clear that these guys were the ones who killed people and didn't frown, so they couldn't be taken to a nearby forest or residential area. The police there might not have to touch a gun once in years. They were no match for him. Helplessly, I brought An Bao's group to rush towards the small village that the Elder Bai lived in.

As I walked, I prayed in my heart: No one has seen you in seven or eight years, Elder Bai, you must not suddenly appear at home. You can deal with ghosts, but I'm afraid you won't be able to handle these tiger-like career soldier.

While I was daydreaming, Scarface, who was leading the way, spoke into Japanese over the radio. In an instant, other than me, Manager Qian, Ah Bie Chou Hua and that Ryoko, the rest of us went into the snow forest on the two sides of the road. These people were all covered in white snow camouflage, and when they crawled into the snow a dozen meters away, they would look no different from pure white snow.

When all the armed men had hidden themselves, Abe came to my side and said in a low voice, "If you don't want your friend to die, then don't make a sound." Then he put down my coat and covered the handcuffs.

After about 30 meters, a man wearing a military coat ran towards us with a "Stop!" sign.