The enemies on both sides of the ridge were undisturbed, and their movements were silent, and in the fog where visibility was rather low, it was impossible to detect their movements. A huge tremor was felt on the forward position, but no one had the intention of taking the risk to come down and inspect it.

Anyway, it's good to have such a fog, and the scouts are very grateful.

It was a great joy that the fog was so heavy that it rained for a while, and that everyone was soaking wet as they walked back through the grass, but that they did not expose their targets.

After arriving at the incubation point, he didn't care about the pain of the wound, and immediately suggested that the captain call everyone to have a temporary enemy situation analysis meeting.

Considering that the enemy's agents would increase their activities on the front line, and that it was too unsafe for everyone to stay in one place, some of them were assigned to the bottom of the ridge to serve as a dispersed guard and lurk, and only half of the people were left on the ridge.

The people on the ridge were two people who were observing at the front and the gunner, and the other two were Wang Zongbao and Ma Xiaobao, who was wounded. Ma Xiaobao will probably have to move to the rear, and the rest will be taken by the captain to the bottom of the ridge to strengthen the early warning.

Taking advantage of the dense fog, the captain sneaked back to the mountain carving, brought a lot of mines and grenades, and strengthened the anti-sneak attack arrangement around the cliff where the artillery was lurking.

The people who went down to the ridge were busy for half the day, laying mines and boldly digging latent pits. By the time it was dark, everything was in order, and it was raining again in a thick fog.

This time the rain continued for more than twenty minutes.

It was cold. When everyone at the bottom of the ridge re-lurked, they began to feel the discomfort of hunger and cold.

The injured toe on the ridge was also burning with a burning pain. The wound is inflamed, which is not a good thing. One of his feet was wrapped like that, and he couldn't put on his shoes, and he wouldn't be able to walk like a fly for a while.

Minor injuries do not get out of the line of fire, this is the ethics of excellent soldiers. He insisted on lurking on the ridge to observe, and did everything a soldier could do.

After all, this was a rare opportunity to strike at the enemy, and he didn't want to retreat at the slightest pain. Well, at least that's not a real military demeanor.

Persistence, as long as you can still persevere, do not give up easily.

Visibility was not good in broad daylight for two days in a row, and the fog was thick and refused to disperse. Nothing is to be seen moving forward, to everyone, to both sides of the front.

It was four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was dark early. It looked like the light was already dark, and the rain stopped for a while, and then fell closely, which was worrying.

As the minutes ticked by, the rain grew lighter and the fog began to dissipate. When the village in the valley below reappeared in the telescope, both Xiang Qian and Mr. Gunhole were stunned.

In just two days' work, the enemy not only repaired the bombed-out bridge, but also parked a long line of cars on the road.

Cannons, ammunition, patrols, everywhere there are busy figures. On the half-bare hillside that was bombarded by shells, the enemy had completely transformed into an underground defense system, which could be completed in half a day's work.

These enemies are quite adept at taking advantage of foggy weather, and they are very quick to repair the blows they have suffered.

The rain was still falling, sparse and sparse, and suddenly it became louder and drenched on everyone's bodies. Enemy patrols intensified their patrols along the valley, coming and going, and it was impossible for the scouts to get in again.

There had to be another covering blow. Now it's up to them to make calls.

"Radio, radio!" Mr. Blasteye turned around and whispered, turning around slowly, trying to climb back.

Wang Zongbao came over with a military blanket.

The white mist was rushing in the valley ahead, as if it was trying to find a home before it got dark. After a while, the village appeared again in the binoculars, and in a blur, the enemy on the banks of the river was still busy carrying ammunition, and the patrols were constantly coming and going.

The sight disappeared in a moment, and a gust of wind passed, and the fog filled again, and the vision was blurred, and nothing could be seen.

"Radio, radio, move fast!" Mr. Gunhole is urging.

There was a drop of rain that fell into the sleeve of his right hand holding the telescope as he walked forward, and it was a raindrop that fell from the leaves of a tree. Not only was the sky white, but the big raindrops were also falling in bursts.

The raindrops in the wind are like the tears of God's crying, cold, partly hitting the leaves, partly falling into people's hearts. Everyone remained motionless, lying quietly in the hidden pit and struggling to survive.

Moving forward, soaking wet, wrapped in a raincoat, shivering with cold, teeth colliding up and down. The wound on his right foot began to hurt again, and Ma Xiaobao, who was behind him, began to have a fever. He was seriously injured and had to be transferred to the rear hospital tonight.

After a while, when it gets dark, two people will send him to the field of the mountain carving in the rear, and then transport him to the field hospital to recuperate from his injuries when he goes to the military industry.

Wang Zongbao crawled over and lay down next to him and asked how the wound was going, mainly whether it hurt or not. The right foot that is moving forward begins to have a fever, and there is no good medicine on the battlefield, so it is good to stop the bleeding temporarily. Fortunately, the weather is not very hot, otherwise it is easy to get infected and suppurated, and it will fester.

"I'm fine! Do not worry. Moving forward and asking how Ma Xiaobao was, Wang Zongbao had a worried look on his face.

Xiang Qianqian knew that Ma Xiaobao must have suffered serious internal injuries, because Wang Zongbao said that he could not say a word very clearly now, and his head burned badly.

In the battle the morning before yesterday, Ma Xiaobao had already tried his best to climb back to the cliff, if he hadn't had a brute force and was hit by the shock wave of the blaster, he would have fallen off the cliff and fell to pieces.

I only feel a fever in my right foot, and maybe at night or tomorrow, my whole leg will be swollen and I will have a fever, and then the whole person will be the same. He knew it was possible, but he had to endure the pain like the one he was now, and slowly endure until he could successfully complete the task of latent observation.

It was his duty, he couldn't give it up, he was only a little insignificant wounded, and it wasn't serious at all on the battlefield. Hang on! Hang on! Be sure to stick to it! This is fighting side by side with his comrades, and he doesn't want to abandon everyone.

Everyone has come here to lurk and monitor the river valley below, with an important purpose.

The artillery watchers personally covered their heads and faces with three wet military blankets and hid inside to call for a heavy artillery strike.