In the past few days of fighting, Xiang Qianqian knew that the sniper with the mortar cannon on the high ground opposite the river valley had already stared him to death and could not get out.

Several times before, he wanted to transfer from there but was repulsed, and now he wants to evacuate from there and return the same way, but he can't do it at all.

Fortunately, it was sealed over there, and there was still a way out here.

Although there is only one way out, it is good to have it.

Originally, he was going forward to kill the other party this time when he was transferred to the front-line position, but now he was given the whole thing, so he could only risk nine deaths and retreat from the minefield.

This time they were given the task of solving him, and in the week after they took up the battle, they fought twice in the jungle of the river valley, but they were not decided.

In the battle of masters, victory or defeat is life and death.

Through the fight, Xiang Qian learned that this guy's biggest flaw is suspiciousness, and he set a big trap to take his life when he passed the third move. Unexpectedly, at the time of the confrontation, the front-line command temporarily transferred him to the detachment, which delayed a lot of time.

While observing the evacuation route, he stretched his wet black right sleeve to his face and wiped his sweat.

This time, his already dark face made himself even darker.

A week of intense artillery fighting had blackened his entire body, and the smoke from the explosion had deprived him of his jungle warfare camouflage uniform. Repeatedly soaked in sweat, no matter where you are, as long as you squeeze it casually, the military uniform will fall down in black water.

At this time, not only was his face sweating too much, but every pore on his body was like a spring.

I don't know why there is so much endless sweat in the body, which makes people panic and dazzled, and the whole person is almost on the verge of dehydration.

In the midst of extreme exhaustion and weakness, he did not feel any discomfort in the sweaty uniform against his skin, and in fact he never had the leisure to take off his uniform to cool down.

In the silence, a great mountain rat, accustomed to the smoke of blood, fire, and gunpowder, came out of the crevice of the rock in search of food, climbed into a stone nest above his head, and was very interested in the grenade resting on the uncovered cover, and studied it for a long time.

It moved there like this, causing several pieces of rubble to fall and smash onto the steel helmet on top of its head. Because the mountain bombarded both sides with thousands of shells, it was common for the rocks to loosen, and they did not care about moving forward.

Unfazed, the mouse's mouth and front paws were used together, and it was constantly playing with the deadly thing.

When it bites through the oilproof paper, the projectile causes it to tilt outward. The mountain rat may have thought it was funny, or maybe it was hungry, so it didn't relax, and chased the grenade to bite the contents of the waterproof paper.

The stones fell several times in a row, and he was looking carefully outside, but he didn't mind much.

Suddenly, I heard an unusual "snort" sound in my ears, which was all too familiar! He suddenly felt that something was wrong, and when he looked up, he saw that the fuse inside the wooden handle of the grenade above was smoking.

Fatally, he was falling into the cracks in the rocks, and he was so frightened that he flew away.

Between the lightning and flint, Forward instinctively leaned back, and with a "clang", the grenade smashed into his half-black steel helmet and landed at his feet in front of him.

Now I can see clearly, the lead is indeed burning, "scoffing" smoking.

Forward, his heart was so nervous that he was about to jump out of his chest, only to hear his ghost scream, and the person was so frightened that he shrugged up, and at the same time kicked his feet quickly and hard.

The smoking grenade landed less than half a second before falling off the ground and down the cliff in front of it.

This stone crevice is also narrow, not much better than the front, and it is just able to turn around, no matter how it dodges, it is inconvenient. The others squatted, and before they could fall backwards, they heard a loud noise, and the rising black smoke filled the cracks in the stones, choking him several times in a row.

In the tinnitus and dizziness, he touched his face with his hand, it's okay! I didn't see any blood, and when I touched my body again, I was okay and fine, and I didn't see any scars.

"it!" Suddenly bursting out with a little fierce anger, he wiped the sweat on his face and scolded.

When he turned his head, he saw the gun behind him, and it was what he was looking for.

But he didn't it.

Although the gun is a soldier's second life and can be safe, this should not be an agent sneak attack! When he looked up just now, he saw something in his wrong eye, and judging from the wagging tail, it was probably a big mountain mouse.

Obviously, it knew that it was in trouble, and it disappeared in a flash, so it was important to flee as soon as possible.

There are too many accidents on the battlefield!

That's true. Escaping this sudden catastrophe in the blink of an eye, and moving forward is really a blessing and a great fate!

If he had just let the grenade fall behind his ass, he would be dead! It's a lot of luck when you think about it, and the reaction is pretty good! It's enough to get 100 points.

Although the danger passed, this time he almost killed the mountain rat, and in the midst of the panic, he still coughed for a long time and couldn't breathe.

When the smoke cleared and his breathing eased a little, he suddenly remembered that there was still something wrong, and that there was still a deadly thing on the stone platform where the grenade had fallen.

Can't let it happen again! So he hurriedly used his hands and feet together, and tried to prop up his body and rose several steps into the crack in the stone.

Turning sideways like this, and as soon as he steadied himself, he saw a directional mine resting diagonally on the small stone platform.

The words "this face the enemy" were aimed at him, and just this glance made people feel scared in their hearts.

"To the enemy? Lao Tzu is his own person, brother's eyes are wider-" He muttered to the direction of thunder, raised his hand up, and turned it around first, revealing the word "back".

Then he turned his head and looked into the crack in the stone to the left. The mountain rat was long gone, and he didn't see anything.

"! I almost killed you just now—Brother Dough, don't be like that grenade, please—"

He said as he lay on the rock, panting in the crack of the stone more than two feet above the ground, and continued to mutter while resting: "Brother Biscuit, I know that you have always been loyal, and you must remember that Lao Tzu ordered you not to yell nonsense!" ”

At this time, I can say whatever is important in my mind, and it should be intimidation.

"Shouting and shouting is against me, I am a member of the party and the people, and to oppose me is to oppose the party and the people, and to oppose the party and the people is to oppose socialism...... Day! Do you dare to do this? Wait for the victory of the revolution, settle accounts after the autumn, and you will have to bear the crime! ”

As soon as he said this, he suddenly saw that the ring of the grenade was still on the stone platform, so he muttered again, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, if I catch that mouse, I will have to torture it to death." ”

After a pause in self-talk, his hands and feet became sore, and he took the directional mine off.