In an unfavorable situation, you must make some movement when moving forward.

So he had an idea, wanting to attract the attention of his comrades on the surrounding hills first, so as not to make rash moves by the enemy.

Soldiers are not tired of deceit, that's exactly what they say.

Hearing the gunfire stop and the gunfire rang out again, a soldier on Heights 17 at the end of the valley poked his head out of his trench and looked down carefully to see that it was his own man, and he recognized it as advancing.

So the guy opened his throat and shouted, "It's all stopped!" Lao Xiang, you still have a ***, hurry up! I thought you were hanging, and we were about to go down the mountain to collect your body. ”

Xiang Qian was about to answer, but the other party said, "Don't squeak, it's Lao Xiang, right?" Do you think we won't recognize you after changing your vest and makeup? Do you want to get a stretcher down and carry you? ”

That guy talks a lot, but he likes to listen to it when he moves forward, and what he says is human language, although it is ugly, but it is full of simple and simple love between comrades-in-arms, and the love of friendship, nothing else.

I didn't say anything when I moved forward, and since I hit that shuttle, the world has returned to silence.

He estimated that he had consumed most of the magazine, and he didn't want to fight anymore, and by this time he still didn't think to answer the questions of the soldiers on the position.

The hot wind blew, and he put away his gun and turned around.

Suddenly, I saw the branches and leaves of the bushes on the left side of the valley swaying.

He was stunned for a moment.

This is normal, it is estimated that the wind is blowing or the damn mountain rat is moving or something, although he was stunned for a moment, he didn't pay much attention to it in the chaos.

Just now, I suspected that there was a problem on the mountain on the left, but it was not enough to get to the point where the grass and trees were all soldiers and scared myself.

"How's it going, old Xiang—" The people above couldn't hear his answer, so they asked again.

Moving forward, I knew that this warrior's name was old crooked, and he was a big mouth. Because he often goes in and out of this area, he is still familiar with the people in this position.

But at this time, when he heard the voice, he felt very ethereal and illusory, as if he could not grasp anything at all, so he still ignored the other party.

The other two warriors on the high ground did not care about the three seven twenty-one, and were ordered to carry two ****** poles each, and were beginning to send them down the trench, preparing to open a passage for him to go up.

Xiang Xiang saw that he was cheering up, and he carried a gun and planned to continue walking back.

But when he looked down, he found that there were many locusts on his hands, and he didn't know how many there were on his body, so he was a little panicked. So he put down his gun and used the dagger he had drawn to concentrate on what he was doing.

He had always felt very weak and tired, and now he had to deal with the locusts and wanted to find a place to rest.

In the chaos that continued to linger in his mind, he didn't think much about it and sat down on a banana leaf that had fallen to the ground, regardless of whether there were mines underneath it, he only remembered that this place had just been tried and should be safe.

The people on the hill above suddenly shouted again: "Xiang Pao, let's get a deputy stretcher down to carry you?" ”

may really feel that his body is very weak, and he doesn't want to pretend to be deaf anymore when he moves forward at this time, it would be better to get them down, but he just replied vaguely in his mouth: "Whatever, if you love to carry it, you can come down and carry it." ”

Seeing that he didn't raise his head and said, the old crooked one above replied: "Whatever? Are you okay then? What are we bothering us with if it's okay? There are mines all over the mountain, be careful! ”

"It's okay, it doesn't matter." Answer onwards.

"We're starting to clear the wreckage now, as far as we can, and the rest of the lots are up to you. Remember to come up early, don't play below. The big-mouthed crooked old man admonished loudly.

Ignore it when you don't hear it.

"The upper authorities called to urge you to hurry, and it is estimated that there is a major task calling you to complete. Be sure to do it quickly, or you will be held accountable, and then you will have your good fruit to eat! The old crooked shouted again.

Xiang Qian still ignored his words, but concentrated on the locusts in his hand.

Not long after, the above shouted again: "Lao Xiang - we started our homework, why are you still sitting on the ground and playing!" Get out of the way, beware of shrapnel—"

Hearing this, Xiang Xiang suddenly felt a little bored, grabbed the gun on his lap and leaned forward to shoot another shuttle in reply.

The bullet caused the leaves on the hill on the left to fly, and the people above saw and heard it, so they fell silent. Seeing that he was far away, it was estimated that there was no danger, so he began to clear the wrecker.

The first long ****** pole exploded on the slope of the slope in front of the position, detonating more than a dozen mines in the bushes and grass, and mud and rocks scattered from the thick smoke.

A small twig flew in and stuck in the grass in front of the forward.

Forward, hearing the movement, he glanced up at it, still bowing his head and going about his business.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", and after the explosion stopped, there was an unusual noise in the woods on the left.

He was startled when he moved forward, but when he turned his head to look, there was nothing. He wanted to fire at that and test it, but he felt troublesome, mainly because he was in a bad position, and he was afraid that if there was really an agent there, he would suffer a loss in the fight.

And so there was none.

After swatting and chasing away the locusts, the blood on his hands kept flowing, and he had no choice but to move forward. After biting the locust, he knew that the bleeding could not be stopped for a while, and if he used a tourniquet, he felt that it was a waste, so he had to let it go.

Hungry and unfed, he suddenly felt that he should drink some water, which he tried so hard to do when he was evacuated, but he had forgotten about it for a long time.

Stand up and move forward to cut down a banana tree with a dagger. But he hesitated, and instead of doing so, he collected some of the remaining droplets of water from the plantain leaves and ate them.

Now the sky is clear, and it must have rained for a while in his coma just now, otherwise there would be no water droplets on the plantain leaves.

He felt much better after eating!

At this time, a wrecker from the front position appeared on the slope and was about to carry out a second blasting operation for him. Although he was far away, he was afraid that it would not be safe to see him standing like this, so he told him to lie down and avoid it this time.

"It's just a small valley, what are you doing with so many things!" Reluctantly, he did as the warrior gestured to get down.

After lying on the ground, he inadvertently tilted his head to look up.

Ignoring this, he noticed that there seemed to be a hole on the left where the leaves of the trees had just been ringing.

Could it be that the two noises just now were caused by enemy agents when they entered the cave and hid?

It's hard to say.

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

The entrance to the cave is not big, and when you look up slightly, the angle of your eyes is not right, but it is covered by branches and leaves, and you can't see anything.

He looked up and down several times, convinced that his judgment was correct, and noted the general location of the hole, especially the surrounding signs, before he stopped looking.

At this point, he pulled out the remaining grenade sideways and wanted to throw it forward, no matter what, there was nothing wrong with throwing a grenade to blow it up.