Moving forward, by touch, they felt that the grass was the kind of low-altitude airplane grass that had grown up to the top of the mountain, and it seemed that the terrain here was not as high as the north behind them. This proved to be quite good, and the enemy was basically driven out of the war zone.

After the guide group passed, the second and third groups also successfully passed through the forward minefield.

One by one, everyone began to glide through the bushes like snakes, slowly squirming like insects, and moving forward one after another.

No one dares to make a noise, this is absolutely forbidden. No human voice will do, who knows where the enemy is? Maybe they were lurking around, waiting to attack the newly emerged position behind them.

Time passed minute by minute, and after an hour of coming out of the cave, everyone finally arrived at the predetermined observation point silently and lurked. Forward, climb with the gunner, to the edge of the cliff in front, where there is a clump of grass, and stretch your hand forward, and there is already a cliff in front of you.

Suddenly, he felt a loose pile of dirt beside the grass as he moved forward, but he was so frightened that he couldn't do it. It's okay all the way here, but don't get a mine here.

His worries were a little unnecessary. In fact, the enemy's agents are not so godly, such a desperate ridge is directly exposed to the blow of artillery fire, and there is no way to retreat. Or maybe they didn't think badly at all, and there would be some gunners coming here.

He carefully probed with his hands, but fortunately, there was nothing but something crawling on his hands, itchy and crispy, I don't know what it was. It didn't feel good at all, maybe it was an ant, coming down his arm and over his shoulder.

The light on the ridge was too dim, and the gunners beside him remained motionless, only the sound of his breathing could be heard. After a while, I felt that something was really wrong when I moved forward, why was my body so itchy everywhere? Arms, chest, back......

Ant nest, he understood, he had just moved a nest of ants. Now the ants are all disturbed and have climbed on him, which is not a good thing.

But then again, the ants are the permanent residents of this ridge, and they are all outsiders. Compared to these natives of nature, they are really invaders, and he has accidentally destroyed their homes just now. The ants were scurrying and crawling everywhere, and he had to endure the torment of his own carelessness.

It's hard.

Almost all of the ants crawled into the clothes of the body, and they also took bites, bites, like pins and needles.

The top of the cliff at the front end of the ridge is too narrow to be avoided. He couldn't stand the itchy feeling and pinprick bite, so he had to keep scratching his body with his hands, but he couldn't stop the itching. I couldn't help it, so I kept rubbing my body on the ground.

Whoop...... At this time, a strange voice came from nowhere.

"What are you doing?" The gunners touched him with his hand and asked softly.

Advancing did not dare to complain, nor did he answer, for fear that there would be an enemy lurking under the ridge. It was too quiet tonight, and the enemy had not retaliated until now, which was a bit unusual. How is that possible? According to the conceit of the little devils, they suffered a big loss last night, and it is unlikely that they will not recover some losses tonight.

The night was really dark, and in the bushes on this ridge, the visibility was almost zero. If there is a real enemy who wants to sneak attack, he will definitely change his tactics and take a direct attack instead of artillery attacks.

The route of direct capture, they will definitely choose this desperate ridge. Follow it upwards, then coil over the front of the position to the saddle. Follow the trench on the left side of the high ground and attack Sentry No. 4 first. Of course, you have to climb this ridge and risk falling off a cliff in the dark.

Whoop...... There was indeed an unusual sound in the wind.

Although the wind was blowing, I noticed that the sound came from the grass of the plane below the ridge.

He didn't care about the ants on his body, so he touched the gunners beside him with his hand and touched him. The gunners also heard the movement under the ridge and judged that the sound should be a certain distance, probably more than ten or twenty meters away.

The two quickly kicked back with their legs and feet. Everyone behind him was lying on the ground, quietly waiting for the day to come. In less than ten seconds, they all knew that there was an enemy situation, and they didn't dare to come out even more atmospherically, so they turned around and controlled the cliffs on both sides.

It's hard to move forward, and now I don't dare to rub my body on the ground, so I can't bear it. Maybe the enemy will touch the ridge, who knows? The sound of sizzling was getting closer and closer at the bottom of the ridge, and the people behind also heard it. The sound was slow and soft, like a python crawling? He gently flipped on the safety of his automatic rifle and moved forward a little more to hear the movement more clearly.

This time, his body was completely pressed against the ant nest. There are thousands of ants, and if there is a gap in his body, he will drill into his underwear, and he can no longer bear it.

The strap of the gun was bitten in his mouth and rattled. Gripping the five fingers of the left hand of the automatic rifle handguard, he almost shattered it.

After a while, the gunners also felt that ants were starting to crawl and bite on their bodies, and they knew why they were rubbing on the ground just now. This is not a taste, and he has to bite his lip tightly and force himself to endure it.

The sizzling voice was still underneath, slowly moving to the left. Maybe it was really a python, but the weather was not hot, and it was impossible for the python to travel at this time. Maybe it's some other mountain beast?

An ant crawled into the corner of the eye that was moving forward and bit down on the eyelid there. There were itching touches everywhere on the neck, chin, helmet, forehead, ear contours, and nostrils.

The face was bitten, and countless ants crawled freely on the head and face, biting whenever they wanted.

He had to shake his head.

This slight wobble has no effect in the slightest.

A few more bites in the nostrils.

More and more ants are biting at this point. Moving forward and clenching the tooth gang, the tooth gang has become sore.

He couldn't move, and his body was getting more and more unexpected in the blades of grass.

Endure!

An hour passed.

Ant colonies are getting in and out of him more and more freely.

Two hours passed.

The same is true for ant colonies.

He lay motionless on the ground, his limbs becoming numb and seemingly unconscious.

It was almost dawn from the time the sizzling sound was noticed, and there was still no sound of gunfire behind him. Isn't it a person who passed by Panling last night? Is it a beast? What other beasts remain in such a place? It's kind of hard to believe.

The dawn was slowly expanding its light, and the color of heaven and earth seemed to be a yearning for all in the darkness of the forest. Looking at the sun rising in the east through the fog on the ridge, the red color is very light, a halo with a yellow tinge.

Forward, under the bite of the ant colony, has become a little dizzy.

At the front end of this ridge was a large ant nest, and countless ants surrounded several people behind him, and there was a thick layer on his body, and he couldn't see who those people were.

The artillery watchers around him were also miserable, and their faces were bitten straight yellow. When the last person found out about the situation, they quickly crawled over and sprinkled mosquito water on the people who had been attacked by ants.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and all the ants can't stand the strange smell, and the deaths and injuries are endless, and all the strong vitality escapes.