There has been no movement from the other party for a few days, and it seems that the other party has slipped away or for some other reason, in short, it is impossible to meet with the forward.

That's not interesting.

Moving forward, it was decided to shift positions again, and could not wait for the rabbit.

It is likely that the previous movement was too big, or the other party smelled the unusual atmosphere and moved to another place again, or chose to avoid the battle and lurked and did not show up.

At about eight o'clock in the morning, there was silence in the positions of the two warring sides on the edge of the subtropical river valley.

Forward with a calm face, he was determined to solve the other party in one go in this mission, and he couldn't let him live for a few more days, or let himself be deflated.

To keep the enemy alive is to live with yourself.

It's not okay to be deflated by yourself, it's self-defeating.

The problem now is that he's almost out of breath and there's not much left to vent.

Tearing away the remaining grass on the edge of the rock crevice, he sweated forward and looked into the valley ahead.

This is the position he has just chosen, and he is very satisfied with the terrain, the horizon and the ease of entry and exit.

It's just that the short valley in front of him has a lot of bullets at the opening, and it is full of traces of artillery damage, which makes him a little worried.

Large and small craters have been washed away by heavy rains, and some of them are exposed mines, which are very eye-catching and intimidating to see.

In the battlefield, landmines are the most feared and annoying thing for infantry.

There are so many different types of things that they can be used to make them difficult to guard against in the mountains and jungles. Once it sounds, it is either dead or injured, and few people are safe and sound.

Seeing them naked in the crater, I really don't know how dense they are in the valley, and goosebumps get straight all over my body when I look forward.

Helplessly, he moved his gaze and saw a tree that had just been blown off by artillery fire lay in the middle of the valley.

The tree may have not shy away from triggering several mines buried in the valley as it fell, and the upper part of the trunk was covered in bruises.

In the sparse shrubs and grass on both sides of this fallen tree, several logs that were estimated to have been used by the enemy to build fortifications were scattered on the ground, some were blown up by artillery fire, and some were staggered and overlapped, but they could still be used.

After a moment's judgment, he decided to leave here as soon as possible, and with the help of the logs, he ventured through the minefields of the canyon and withdrew to Heights 17 to rest and wait.

He spent a week lurking there, consuming three sniper magazines and hundreds of automatic rifle rounds.

Since participating in the "failure" of the attack on the 21st Heights, he has become a missing person, and has been hiding in the middle of the cliff cracks on the side of this enemy-occupied hill to shoot cold.

In the evening of the same day, when it rained heavily and foggy, the daredevils who participated in the attack went up to two detachments before and after, and only after paying a great price did they occupy the surface position.

However, the enemy then frantically counterattacked, and in order to avoid strangulation with him, the command made a decisive decision according to the situation and gave up holding on.

After receiving the order to retreat, he was responsible for providing fire cover and jumped off the cliff to survive after the enemy swarmed up.

He was like a nail under the noses of the enemy, stubbornly hammering it for seven days.

If nothing else, it is an extraordinary skill to endure the high temperature and humidity of the rainy season for a long time in a state of almost sleepless sleeplessness, and it requires tenacious willpower.

Since the onset of the rainy season, the hot and humid subtropical jungle weather has increasingly tested people's ability to endure.

In July, not many of the officers and men on the front line even wanted to wear their pants, and most of them were stripped naked, still shouting hot and unbearable.

Squeezed forward in the crevices of the cliffs, he wore a steel helmet like this, and his clothes were neat, and even the leggings were tightly beaten.

He didn't dare to live happily like most front-line officers and soldiers, and he didn't touch a veil on his body.

He is a sniper, he does not have a permanent fixed post, and he has to fight in various places at any time, so wearing a jungle camouflage suit in leggings is a combat need.

On the front line, like him, there are a lot of military uniforms, and most of them are battalion commanders and regimental commanders who are a little further back, but are strict and face-loving.

In addition, most of them are the daredevils who participated in the attack, or the officers and soldiers who carried out other operational tasks and a small number of guerrilla fighters.

At this time, the forward movement belongs to the last type, but this time he is not swimming.

In the same place, stayed his record as a sniper for the longest time during the operation.

The small enemy-occupied high ground in which he was located was surrounded by a crescent moon for his men, and the previous troops did not think of fighting seriously and hard, but let them enter.

It's just to alarm it from time to time, so that it can be guarded by heavy troops and stage a good show of sending sheep into the tiger's mouth.

For the enemy, this high ground is really like a hot potato, which cannot be lost, and does not want to lose, but it is too hot to hold, and it hurts the muscles and bones.

This is an eternal pain in the heart for their commander!

After evacuating and jumping off the cliff that day, he moved forward, taking advantage of the heavy fog at dusk, and ventured from a tree he was riding on halfway up the cliff like a monkey to the vicinity of the rock crevice.

The crack in the stone was narrow, and he shoved his equipment inside, then squeezed it in sideways.

The crevice through the mountain is narrow, but it is well concealed, and the gap is in the perfect position to control the enemy's reinforcement path from the valley to the mountain.

The original plan was to only stay for three days, but I didn't think it would be a week.

I don't know whether it was the cleverness of the command or the stupidity of the enemy, in order to firmly grasp this worthless position, the enemy continued to increase his troops, covering the artillery fire of the forward direction that was lurking under the order of the high ground again and again, and paid a heavy price of more than 100 corpses on the way.

Due to the desperate situation and lack of supplies, from the fourth day of the lurk, he became hungry and thirsty.

Coupled with the serious lack of sleep, the body is inevitably weak, and it has been supported by strong will in the past few days.

At this time, it was not yet nine o'clock, and the hot and humid weather approaching more than 40 degrees too early was like a sauna, and not many people could stand it.

But compared to death, there is nothing bitter about it.

Judging by the results achieved, it was all worth it!

Now that the whole battle plan has come to an end and the evacuation order has come down, he is a little excited, and even wants to cry.

By this time, he had almost run out of oil. The command ordered him to leave at this time, which was really better than letting him marry the twelve hairpins of Jinling as his daughter-in-law.

Forward is a loyal and tenacious good soldier, so he is also a good soldier who executes orders very simply and thoroughly.

He doesn't want to stay here! To tell the truth, if you do not leave as soon as possible, if you delay for a day or two more than a night, you will only die of other accidents or hunger and thirst, and there will be no place to bury yourself.