Five hundred and twenty fourth chapters another way
Long San, Hailong and the other five people brought their equipment and left a satellite phone for the brothers guarding the ship to facilitate communication with each other. Then they jumped off the gunboat and caught up with Yang Chen and crossed the water to the island.
Seventy miles in circumference.
It’s almost the same area as Beijing’s Fifth Ring Road.
This island is not small, but two-thirds of it is surrounded by mountains, dense forests and deep grass, and the terrain is steep, giving people a depressing feeling of danger at every step.
With clean beaches, beautiful coastlines, and clear blue waters, most people’s impressions of islands are limited to the Maldives, Hawaii, Sanya, and Mauritius. If islands were like this, they would be tourist attractions everywhere.
In fact, 10 out of 10 islands have poor environmental conditions.
The island that Yang Chen landed on is particularly outstanding. The coast is rugged with rocks. Further up, it is overgrown with weeds, and further away... it is a steep mountainous area covered with tropical vegetation.
Food, fresh water.
The goal that Yang Chen is looking for.
It doesn't matter whether this island is the Devil's Island recorded in Columbus's voyage log.
The six people moved forward cautiously and gradually entered the lush mountainous area of the island. Occasionally, huge ants and centipedes jumped out from under their feet.
There was a centipede that was more than 20 centimeters long, with a brown head and feet, and a shiny black back that was as thick as the middle finger. It was not weakly poisonous. It was nailed to the trunk of the tree by Yang Chen's flying saber, and it twisted and rolled back.
"It feels like entering the Amazon." Long San walked to the tree and helped Yang Chen pull out his saber. He bent down and grabbed the fallen centipede. The centipede was not dead. It was twisting and curling, and its poisonous jaws and teeth were opening and closing, trying to bite Long San. palm.
Long San looked at the gadget in his hand and sneered. He had learned Iron Sand Palm from his childhood, and his hands were not ordinary rough and fleshy. In addition, he wore anti-cut gloves with exposed fingertips, so he was not afraid of centipede fangs at all.
"They are both located near the equator and belong to the tropics. There are some similarities." Yang Chen caught the saber handed by Long San, inserted it into the leather sheath on his thigh, and told those around him to be more careful.
A few meters away, a colorful python, as thick as an ordinary person's forearm, was wrapped around a tree trunk, its erect head twisting as Yang Chen and his group moved.
When Yang Chen saw the giant python, he remained calm and continued to lead the people forward.
The mountains are dangerous, the vegetation is dense, and larger poisonous insects are constantly appearing, all of which are obstacles to progress, but for Yang Chen's small team of six, it is not a big deal. They have walked through death and desperate situations countless times, and have gone deep into several places that have been abandoned by the world. The terrible area called hell.
Regardless of whether it is a ferocious person or a ferocious animal, once they become the target of their hunting, their chances of survival are absolutely slim. The most powerful creatures on land are perverts like them.
The six of them climbed to the top of the first mountain and gazed down at the valley ahead. There were waterfalls, streams, and fresh water in the valley...the things Yang Chen needed most.
I don’t know how long it will take for the rescuers to arrive. I need to reserve enough water. As for food... it’s relatively easy to find. Fish and seabirds are grilled and eaten, and combined with the few dry food left on the gunboat, it can last for three to five days. .
"Let's go down..."
Yang Chen took the lead and walked down, followed closely by Long San and Hai Long. The three people behind them were carrying large containers of water on their backs. Their movements were vigorous and agile, not slow at all.
Like ghosts, a group of people approached the stream at the bottom of the valley silently. They heard the sound of rushing water and the voices that surprised them.
English, American English.
There are other people on this island!
Yang Chen stopped in surprise, and used his eyes and gestures to signal the brothers to spread out and move forward covertly. Each one of them was like a hunter who has discovered prey, holding his breath and moving attentively.
More than ten meters away from the stream at the bottom of the valley, Yang Chen, who was lurking in the bushes, gently opened the dense branches and leaves that blocked his view. He saw more than 20 people sitting or standing on both sides of the stream, all wearing khaki hunting attire and top-brand hiking boots.
Wearing cool sun hats or sunglasses, each man has a gun, and several men also have grenades hanging on their bodies.
Five of them surrounded the young blond woman who was squatting and spreading out a map.
The blond woman pointed at the map and said: "We can't go further along the valley. We have reached this point and we have to climb over this mountain."
"I hope I find the right place this time..." The man who spoke was tall and strong, with deep eyes. He was about fifty years old. At this time, an almost discouraged smile appeared on his long, unshaven face.
"Dr. Conally, do you have doubts about your grandfather's words?" The blond woman looked up at the old man with a wry smile, looking surprised.
She had never seen her teacher so confused.
"I have spent twenty years searching hard, and landed on hundreds of desert islands in vain. Do you think I can't be disappointed? But I firmly believe that my grandfather's words before his death are true." said the old man known as Dr. Conali.
My grandfather looked solemn and his eyes became deeper and deeper.
Sean Conally, this man's full name, his grandfather, Chardall Conally, was a Nazi officer who commanded a mysterious submarine force during World War II.
The British and American forces and the Red Army met on the Rhine.
The arrogant Nazi Germany was crumbling.
Deep in the ocean, a submarine force went to sea for the last time, loaded with gold. From the landing in Normandy to the siege of Berlin, for nearly a year, this submarine force traveled back and forth on the same route. According to the secret order of the head of state, a steady stream of plundered goods were collected from various countries.
wealth is shipped out.
Where it will go, no one knows.
After Germany surrendered, this submarine force disappeared.
The story has been circulating for decades, but few people take it seriously nowadays, but Sean Conally firmly believes that his grandfather is the commander of this submarine force and the only survivor.
After World War II, the CIA imprisoned his grandfather for more than 40 years and investigated him for more than 40 years. His family was not allowed to visit him until his death. He clearly remembers the time when his grandfather pulled him to the bedside and gave him his last words.
Gold is under the island.
Only he knew the almost inaudible last words, so the CIA investigated him for five full years. In the next twenty years, he began to do his best to fulfill his grandfather's last words.
Some scholars roughly estimate that Germany collected 10,000 tons of gold during World War II. Today, the United States has less than 9,000 tons of gold reserves, so the "10,000 tons of gold theory" has been questioned.
Skeptics ignore the wealth that the Age of Discovery brought to Europe.
Spain, a small country, mined nearly 5 million kilograms of gold and 100 million kilograms of silver from various colonies during its short period of prosperity. It is hard to estimate how much wealth was extracted by so many powerful countries in Europe during the colonial period of more than 300 years.
The argument that Nazi Germany collected tens of thousands of tons of gold is not an exaggeration. The amount of gold circulating and collected in the world, as well as reserved by various governments, ranges from 160,000 tons to 2.5 million tons.
According to the World Bank’s valuation of 160,000 tons, the gold plundered by Germany is only one-sixteenth of the total gold in the world. You must know that Germany plundered all of Europe, including the Soviet Union, and before World War II, the world’s gold
Most of the wealth is concentrated in Europe.
Thousands of tons of gold are nothing!
For this reason, Cornali has been searching for this treasure for twenty years.
"I trust your judgment." The blonde woman put away the map and encouraged the teacher.
"Thank you, Jessica." Conally thanked her sincerely.
The treasure hunting team had almost rested. Twenty-six people packed up their equipment and started climbing. Yang Chen, who was hiding not far away, was sure that this was an expedition team, looking for something, what...it was impossible to guess. In order to avoid unnecessary complications, he planned to
Wait for the group to go far away and then show up to get water.
"ah....."
Someone screamed, very suddenly and very scary.
The miserable howl echoed through the valley, startling countless birds.
Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, and then looked for help. He saw that the strong man who was opening the way for the expedition was pierced by a spear flying from the forest. He staggered and fell down. The other people were stunned for a moment, and dozens of spears flew into the air.
He went out, injuring five or six people, and then hundreds of natives, who only used grass skirts to cover their private parts, poured out of the forest.
They have dark skin and ugly faces, with colorful patterns painted on their faces and bodies. They wield crude weapons, run barefoot, and are as nimble and quick as apes.
The members of the expedition team were frightened and opened fire hurriedly. However, the natives appeared too suddenly, moved too fast, and there were too many people. Those who fired hastily were either knocked down and killed by the rushing natives, or were killed silently.
He was hit by a poisonous blow dart and convulsed in pain. A dozen or so people who were alive gathered together and looked at the hundreds of natives who had gathered around him with fear.
"We are friendly and peaceful." At the critical moment, Cornali stood up to explain. It was like playing the piano to an ox, but was knocked to the ground by the natives.
Conali's student... The blond woman screamed, and then wanted to bend down to help, but was pulled out by the natives, stripped of her clothes, and her white body was exposed. At this moment, her loose khaki hunting suit was not covered up.
The sexy and hot perfection is presented.
A large group of natives were howling and screaming, extremely excited, and couldn't wait to lift their grass skirts to further ravage the poor blonde woman.
At this time, the native leader standing on a rock seven or eight meters away shouted angrily. The native, who was agitated by the beauty, let go of the blond woman and gradually became quiet.
Conali, who fell to the ground, hurriedly got up, took off his shirt, and put it on for the students who had followed him for many years. The four women and seven men who survived the treasure hunting team became captives of the natives. All kinds of equipment, guns and ammunition were confiscated.
The natives played with grenades out of curiosity, scaring the "captives" into pale expressions.
The natives surrounded the leader, escorted the prisoners, and returned with cheers.
The scenes that took place in just three to five minutes were like filming a movie. Yang Chen couldn't help but think of many scenes from Peter Jackson's "King Kong".
"Boss, what should I do?" Long San asked Yang Chen in a low voice. This powerful man who was born for killing was ready to fight.
"Follow quietly..." Yang Chen made a prompt decision and was driven by curiosity, wanting to find out how the natives who suddenly appeared would deal with the prisoners.
The natives climbed over the mountains and entered a dense forest in a flat valley. Yang Chen led the people to follow them and quietly approached a clearing that had been cut down in the middle of the forest. There were simple thatched tree houses built on the towering ancient trees around it. At this time,
, more than three hundred natives gathered in the open space.
Eleven "captives" were tied to tree trunks at the edge of the clearing.
A strong native stood in front of a prisoner. After muttering something, he actually dug out the prisoner's eyes, stuffed the blood and flesh into his mouth, and chewed slowly.
Yang Chen and others, who were hiding not far away, looked at each other in confusion.
