Once again, Kimura's assurances would wipe out the Chinese scouts before they reached the artillery position at Rolling Longpo. With a look of half-incredulity, Kimitsu finally agreed to Kimura to pursue the Chinese scouts again.

The area ahead was gloomy and dark, and the thick layer of fallen leaves could not stop the smell of corruption from seeping out, and there was a jungle for several kilometers in radius. There is almost no sunlight all year round, and this is what everyone calls the ghost fog zone.

For the original group of jackals, the ghost fog could not pose much of an obstacle to movement, and its sensitive sense of smell allowed it to move freely in the fog, even if it was hunting. Kimura and his men were undoubtedly at a disadvantage in relative terms, the deterrent power of firearms was greatly reduced here, and the cunning and ferocity displayed by those jackals was something that every member of the team had never seen in his life. Although they do not dare to attack at the muzzle of their guns, they do not seem to be very afraid of gunfire and death, and they often come back after avoiding the edge, and they do not look like wild beasts at all......

Whether the death of the young jackals triggered their revenge, or whether it was just a normal operation of the food chain in the jungle, no one knows.

The battle between gunfire and fangs unfolded in a thick haze, and the jackals changed their previous harassment tactics and all pounced on the Kimura team like crazy, as if they knew that the current environment was in their favor. After half an hour of bloody fighting, all the jackals were killed, and the Kimura team also paid a terrible price for it, and the team of more than 20 people, only eight people remained.

Eight men covered in blood, shredded flesh and fur, who looked more beastly than beasts.

The dead devils have been torn apart by the jackals, and after the symbolic collection and burial of the corpses, the Kimura team broke through the fog and followed the footsteps of Ma Chenglong and chased after them.

Ma Chenglong and his party, who ran out of the fog here, finally arrived at the foot of the rolling dragon slope.

Rolling Dragon Slope is not as good as Yin Mountaineering, there is no open terrain here, but steep ridges and dense forest belts. Let Ma Chenglong and they searched for a long time, but they still didn't find the devil's artillery position.

The bamboo slope was taken, which undoubtedly means that the rolling dragon slope will not be peaceful for a few days, and Ma Chenglong and they must climb up from the cliff of the back mountain. After staying in the forest for a long time, the rolling dragon slope is still quite quiet, and Ma Chenglong and the others lie down in the bushes where they are hiding to rest for a while.

In order to cooperate with Ma Chenglong's actions, the commander-in-chief has once again explained the shelling of Yin Mountain. As soon as Yin Mountain's side started fighting, it created a great opportunity for the Black Jungle Task Force when it fell, and he wanted to wait until the evening to make a move, but now it seems that there is no need for that at all.

Rolling Dragon Slope is located in the southwest of the main peak of Songshan, with an inverted triangle terrain, and if you look down from the sky, it looks like a huge fang. A few female forts in the stronghold group were not conspicuous, and Ma Chenglong didn't pay attention to them at first, until the cat appeared.

It was a black-tailed white cat, very small, and the violent bombardment in the distance did not seem to frighten it, but a spotted moth attracted its full attention.

Ma Chenglong, who was lying on the ground without moving, watched it from a distance through the gap in the bushes for a while, jumped up for a while, and had a lot of fun there, and his fingers had already hit the trigger...... It was drilled out of the muzzle of a machine gun in the bunker, and naturally it was not a wildcat.

Ma Chenglong knew that the devil army had a clear hierarchy, and officers might have the leisure and conditions to raise cats, but it was impossible for soldiers to raise cats, especially the Japanese troops stationed in Songshan now. In fact, this is the same reason that the Chinese officers eat meat, and the brothers below can only drink soup.

The cat was hyperactive, and it didn't take long for the kitten to get back into the bunker, and then it came out again half an hour later. This time, Ma Chenglong vaguely heard a man's voice. Ma Chenglong and they originally wanted to start from the sub-fort next to them, but because the rolling dragon slope has not yet caused our army's attack, most of the devils urinate outside the fortifications, and they are very comfortable and leisurely.

The kitten made Ma Chenglong change his mind.

The sound of artillery from the direction of Yin Mountain, Ma Chenglong predicted the frequency of the shelling, and swept along the valley with another loud bang, which was a gunshot from above the machine gun of the mother fort.

The bullet drew a trail in the air with invisible ripples, burrowed through the left kneecap of the devil lieutenant, and flew out from the back of the knee. The sound of the cannon rolling through the mountains once again drowned out the movement of the shot, and the devil lieutenant leaned over and fell to the side before he could feel the pain. The second bullet came in an instant, slashing through the knee of his other leg, and the devil lieutenant dragged his two completely limp calves and began to cry out for warning in a terrible manner.

The whole colony was alarmed, and the screams of devils rang out everywhere, and the machine guns roared in a few moments, sweeping the surrounding jungle bushes into the air. A few bullets grazed past Ma Chenglong and them, leaving a broken piece of the tree, and the grenadier quickly raised smoke, and the jungle burst into clouds of fire and mud.

Such untargeted firepower coverage did not pose a substantial threat to Ma Chenglong and them, and they had quietly moved to the other side.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the weather was still hot and humid, and the natural environment here may not be so dangerous, but it was a man-made Shura field. Walking in the mountains and forests, you can't even hear a single song of insects and birds, and everything exudes a dull and dead air in the silence.

After making a big circle, the Black Jungle Task Force retouched the Devil Artillery position, and they began to crawl forward a few miles away, moving quickly in an eerie posture, and from behind, it looked like a huge four-legged snake, silently with each use of hands and feet......

For nearly an hour, they crouched in the grass without even changing their posture. Mosquitoes and leeches have been raging for a long time, and despite their mugwort and shallot sap, these untold vampires are constantly trying to climb up to their bodies to fill their stomachs in the face of a rare feast.

The sound of mosquitoes "buzzing" their wings was extremely piercing in the silent night, and relative to their activity, Ma Chenglong and them seemed to have lost every motor nerve.

Everyone was drenched in sweat, and their fingers were always like they were welded to the trigger.

When the dawn was approaching, I finally saw the silhouette of the green and green, which looked like a cemetery...... Artillery group.