The rumbling of the lower reaches of the valley was incessant, and it continued to sound. Heaven and earth are filled with this shocking sound, which makes people feel a certain irrepressible excitement and fear.

It was a fatal blow. The joy in my heart when I look forward is really not something that can be described in words.

For a moment the artillery fire seemed to be shifting, and some of the shells landed on the hill that blocked his observation of the depression. The smoke on the top of the mountain instantly filled the air, the branches of the trees were blown away, and the stumps and broken clothes of people were constantly thrown up in waves of air in the smoke, playing air solitaire.

The artillery group coverage is too powerful, and the destructive power of the human world is vividly displayed at this moment. He forgot to keep a record and wrote down the time, location and estimated effect of the shelling in a notebook.

The shelling lasted for 20 minutes, with 7,800 shells indiscriminately shelling the valley within a 300-metre radius into which the depression entered. The enemy's ammunition was hit before it could be moved into the cave, and a secondary explosion occurred, and several deep and shallow holes collapsed, and the loss was unknown.

Looking at the smoke of the explosion, feeling the earth-shattering power of the heavy artillery group, I was stunned as I moved forward. But they don't know what the effect of that blow will be or how effective it will be. Only after a while, after the close reconnaissance personnel reported the situation to the division commander, the commanders of the higher levels could know some about the feedback on the battle situation. Perhaps after a while, of course, the radio will also pick up the data on the losses reported by the enemy itself.

For everyone, it's not unimportant. The enemy suffered heavy losses, and this was enough.

At the end of the shelling, it took a while for the smoke to dissipate. Everything is silent, the sky is clear, and people inevitably have an illusion. The artillery group was barren, the vegetation was gone, the dirt was exposed, and it was exposed to the sun at ten o'clock in the morning.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and this should be the best interpretation of what is happening in front of you.

As the weather became more and more intense, everyone slowly took off their raincoats and hid in the bushes without moving. The place of activity is too cramped, and it is very dangerous to be under the surveillance of the enemy's positions in the vicinity.

Now it is impossible to dig and cover the hidden fortifications during the day, and the terrain is relatively low, and it is under the enemy's attack from both sides, and the slightest movement will be attacked by enemy fire. So no one would take the risk, and the fortifications and bunkers had to wait until the evening to dig them.

Looking at it like this, I can't eat food during the day today, so I can only use biscuits to deal with it. At night, I don't know if the military can come up, or if they can send supplies. If the military industry can continue to come up tonight, the enemy will suffer a big blow, and there should be a period of time when he will not be able to breathe, which is everyone's luck.

After eating some dry food and drinking water, he went forward still lying on his stomach in the bushes, searching the lower valley with a telescope through the gaps in the blades of grass. Where the heavy artillery group covered the blow just now, a number of people have now appeared. One of the fat men, next to the bombed-out barracks, looked at the still burning and smoking house, and angrily pointed at some of the shoe-wearing people who had gathered, probably assigning everyone to do something.

Pity the enemy troops, who had just come from the rear, were subjected to such a heavy artillery attack as soon as they arrived, and I don't know how many of their losses were.

Soon, they brought out a corpse, which was intact, but all the clothes on it were shattered, and it was bleeding. This was followed by the second, and then the third...... Gradually, there were more severed heads, more missing arms, and fewer legs. In the end, the scene became more and more miserable, and all the enemy soldiers collected were some limbs such as legs, feet, arms, etc.

Watching the survivors of the enemy army shuttling back and forth, soon the corpses were piled up on the shore and beach, and a large area of blood was drenched, making the heart of the enemy feel sick to the stomach. After a while, someone cut down the bamboo, made a bamboo raft, and transported all the corpses to the riverbank. The villagers were called in to carry the bodies along with the enemy troops.

He slowly looked back again, and the bombed enemy ammunition and weapons in the depression were all piled up in one place, forming a mountain high up.

It can be seen that their losses are quite large.

A small car appeared in the telescope, and soon another appeared. The enemy's commander came, and the faction was really not small, and he dared to come by car. The blow had just ended, and they came too late, so they could only express their condolences to those who were still alive.

The car stopped near the village, did not drive over, and could not tell what level the big man was. For a moment, he wanted to tell the artillery watchman whether to ask the heavy artillery to cover it again, but he was afraid that these people were not of high level and would not have much value. He thought, Mr. Cannon Eye was also watching, what to do, he would decide.

The smell of plants and trees under the sunlight gradually became obvious, and people began to feel uncomfortable.

At noon, it was twelve o'clock, and the sun was getting hotter and hotter, and it was almost impossible to freeze. Everyone lurked on the ground and did not dare to move, although the enemy on the opposite side has been eliminated, there is no need to worry about the sniper finding this place and calling cold guns, but the fire of the enemy on the left and right sides directly controls here, once exposed, what the consequences are very clear in everyone's hearts, so they dare not move at all.

By one o'clock in the afternoon, the weather was too hot and humid, and everyone was sweating.

He was thirsty, but he was reluctant to drink water.

It's an ordeal.

Time seems too long, and every minute is sad.

He swallowed his neck forward, he really wanted to drink the water in the kettle in one go, and the water flowed into his longing throat and chest and abdomen, it was a super pleasure. Even if you don't concentrate on it, it's always okay to take a sip, right? He involuntarily reached his waist and pressed it against the kettle.

"Forget it!" He hesitated, swallowed again, and tried to stretch his neck. "Keep it, save it for when you need it most. I can still endure it! ”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and he was drenched in sweat, especially the crotch of his lower body, which was particularly uncomfortable. It seems to be itchy there, don't be ants again, burrowing into the crotch. It could also be that the rotten crotch has flare-up, which is not a good thing.

A leaf shook in the telescope. On a small high ground on the bank of the river, a man appeared. It was definitely a warrior, with a helmet covered with branches and blades of grass. He was very careful, and when he went forward, he saw his eyes, which were deeply sunken and had no look, but they were absolutely cautious, looking around, cautious and alert.

It was an unexpected discovery, and he stared at him, and still couldn't tell if he was friend or foe. I saw him wave his hand back, and the heads of several people appeared on the slope of the small high ground, all dressed in the same clothes on their helmets, and weaving straw hats. They must have come down the valley from the bottom up.