Reborn in 1977, starting with severing ties with family.

Jiang Sen and his group killed six people, but they didn't know how many were left. They didn't dare to linger, so they moved the dead trees on the road, got into their car, and drove away quickly.

Unbeknownst to them, several groups of people had encountered each other in different places in the jungle behind them.

Some misunderstandings led to fights, while others almost resulted in a misunderstanding, but after revealing their identities, they teamed up to continue the chase.

Perhaps God was also helping Jiang Sen and his team.

After killing six Japanese soldiers, more than half an hour later, they finally heard the sound of the river and saw a wide valley.

The truck finally came to a smooth ride. Jiang Sen, wrapped in a coat, huddled inside the truck, staring at the gradually brightening horizon ahead.

The snow had long since stopped, and only in the distant distance ahead, there was a mountain range with its peaks covered in white snow.

In a narrow section of the river, the truck drove across the river to the other side.

We turned into a ravine with barren mountains and stopped.

Everyone got off the bus to eat and rest.

"If you keep going forward from here, you'll arrive around 8 p.m. at the latest," the waiter said, pointing ahead.

Jiang Sen looked in the direction he was pointing and saw only the towering Baitou Mountains. "Drive towards the mountains?"

"That mountain is our Chinese mountain, the Tianshan Mountains! We'll drive towards it, and then slowly head north until we reach the Jimunai Port we're going to."

Jiang Sen glanced at the majestic mountains several times and asked, "Can we go directly in through the port?"

The man laughed, "No way! If we want to get in, we have to go through the Russian border first. Our stuff can't get through."

"That……"

Another guy chuckled, "Stop beating around the bush. Just tell him directly, right?" Jiang Sen turned his head, and the guy continued, "There are many intersections next to the port. The border inspection patrol team goes twice a day. We can wait for them to pass and then cross through one of the intersections."

"Is it really that easy?" Wang Haiyang asked, somewhat skeptical.

After all, border checks are very strict in China, especially in Xinjiang province where fortresses are heavily guarded, and other areas are natural barriers, making it very difficult to pass through.

"It's not easy!" the guy said, "but what can we do when we're all Chinese?"

This statement is somewhat Versailles-like, but it cannot be denied that Chinese people are willing to go through fire and water for their national interests, and can always find a way to overcome even the most difficult circumstances.

Taking this road was a last resort, as it was close by and sparsely populated.

Going to the Great Northern Wilderness is not only a long journey, but also involves traversing mountainous terrain. Even people might not be able to make it, let alone carry so much stuff.

Jiang Sen thought further ahead; he believed that once they crossed the border, someone would definitely come to pick them up.

I wonder who it will be. Han San should have arrived by now!

After eating, no one rested. They got into the car in one go and drove towards the mountains ahead.

This time, however, we're traveling along the river, which flows down the valley from the Chinese mountains.

They are going against the current.

The second half of the journey was much quieter.

The Japanese demons suddenly appeared, and even the animals in the mountains turned into antelopes, walking on the steep cliffs as if they were on flat ground.

It got dark before 5 p.m.

The mountain road became unpredictable and difficult to discern, with sharp turns appearing frequently.

Sometimes we had to climb mountains, and sometimes we had to drive across mudflats full of rocks. Several times we almost got stuck in the mud.

Finally, everything around them changed, and they embarked on a real road.

Although it looks like a dirt road in a mountain village, it is still a proper road.

The sandstorm was fierce, and the sand and gravel that were blown up hit the car body. The sand and gravel blew in through the windshield and landed on Jiang Sen and the driver's face.

Jiang Sen could easily imagine that he must look like a beggar right now.

They don't shower, brush their teeth, let alone change clothes or style their hair.

He can now pull out a bowl of sand just by scratching his head.

Lights are appearing ahead.

We even ran into a local driving a sheep cart.

As it approached 7:50, the guy suddenly turned on the hazard lights twice, then turned off the headlights and drove off in the dark.

Jiang Sen knew that they were probably about to reach the border checkpoint.

In the darkness, the rudimentary border checkpoint resembled the gaping maw of a giant beast, with its imposing iron gate surrounded by equally tall barbed wire fences.

The lights were on in the border inspection station's building, and two people were sitting inside.

Only two lights were on on the main gate, revealing a row of local characters written horizontally above them.

The three cars drove past silently.

After driving for about ten minutes, the guy turned on the hazard lights again and slowly brought the car to a stop.

Jiang Sen sat up straight, and the sand from his bent arm fell onto his legs.

"Have we arrived?" he asked.

The man said, "We have to wait for their patrol to pass by."

Time passed little by little, and the time on the watch ticked slowly.

After a full half hour, the waiter couldn't help but frown. "Why are you so late today?"

Do you know their patrol times every time?

“Every day, a dozen or so of them walk along the border from the port, and it takes more than ten hours to make a round trip. They will switch shifts with another team halfway through, and the other team will return. They usually get back around eight o'clock every day, but today they were more than half an hour late.”

"Unexpected delays are inevitable!"

"hope so!"

The two spoke in hushed tones, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

Just as the men were getting impatient and wanted to find a place to spend the night, observe their patrol schedule, and then figure out a way to get through, they saw some scattered lights appearing in the distance.

The waiter immediately perked up, "Coming!"

They waited in silence, and after another ten minutes or so, they finally saw a group of people returning in a loosely arranged line.

A dozen or so people, each carrying five or six flashlights, slowly walked towards this side along the wire fence.

The road is some distance from the border fence, so they don't have to worry about being seen by the enemy even though the lights are off.

The dozen or so people must have been very tired, walking without looking to either side, only staring at their own feet.

Wang Haiyang grimaced at the sight. If this were in China, a border inspection soldier acting like this would have been criticized and forced to write countless self-criticisms long ago.

The patrol team passed by, and the guy started the car, still without turning on the headlights, and drove forward in the dark.

A river appeared not far ahead, with a small bridge spanning it.

Just when Jiang Sen thought they were going to cross the bridge, his friend suddenly turned the steering wheel and drove off the bridge, heading straight into the river.

Then, we drove upstream along the river.

So this is ah!

Jiang Sen watched in surprise as his colleague calmly drove the car. The road ahead gradually opened up, and the barbed wire fence was on both sides of them, offering no obstruction whatsoever.

The border control here is really careless; didn't they see such an obvious gap?

The next second, Jiang Sen knew why they did it.

The truck slowly sank, and the river water slowly rose, almost reaching the windshield, and water began to flood the truck.

He was really worried that the truck would stall, and then everything would be over!

However, the guys' driving skills, and the truck they were driving, seemed completely unfazed by the environment. Just as the truck was about to sink into more of the river, the vehicle began to float up, and the water level started to drop.

After driving for a while in the river, the entire vehicle emerged from the water and successfully drove onto the pile of rocks on the bank.

"Awesome!" Jiang Sen couldn't help but praise his driver's skills, patting the water and mud off his clothes. "Is this China?"

"That's right! We're back!"