Boom, another thick tongue of fire swept overhead. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info scrivener looked solemn, and the artillery may become the biggest variable in this battle, and it is unacceptable that the regimental headquarters will be blown up. If the regiment commander is also at the regiment headquarters, wouldn't it ...... Scrivener didn't dare to think any further, he had to do something.

Bang, bang, gunshots rang out from the hills, and lines of fire cut through the trees, tearing through the dark corners.

The scrivener went back to the house and picked up the guy, and quickly ran towards the hill. He travels back and forth to the hills three times a day and is familiar with the terrain. The only thing that made him unhappy was that the night was very thick, and he couldn't tell whether he was friend or foe, and he had great scruples about shooting. He ignored this for the time being, and concentrated on running up the mountain, and he had to get rid of the cannon as soon as possible.

Not far ahead, there was a corpse, apparently fresh dead, and blood was still bubbling out. The scrivener flew over the corpse, and before he could stand on his feet, a black shadow jumped out of the bushes, and with a flash of blade, it went straight to the front of the scrivener. This knife is very fierce, and it is going to disembowel. The body was probably fatal by the attack. The scrivener subconsciously stepped back, and the spear in his hand was raised, bang.

At such a close distance, the bullet entered the body with great inertia, and the opponent took two steps back and planted heavily on the ground. The scrivener ignored it and continued to walk to the top of the mountain. He did not dare to take the only path in the mountains, so he chose a route with steep mountains and dense trees.

In front of him, another corpse appeared, hanging diagonally on a low tree branch, and died a terrible death, all the internal organs flowed out, piled up on the ground and the smell of blood was strong. The scrivener stopped, and his instinct told him that there was a killer in ambush in the area. can disembowel a person like this, it is definitely a killer. If he ventured further, he would likely be ambushed.

The scrivener put the gun on a stone, took out a ball of thin wire from his coat pocket and tied it to the trigger, and the person slowly retreated, fully five or six meters, the thin wire in his hand was straightened, and he pulled it hard. Bang, a flash of fire. The sound of a gun is a decoy. Soon there was movement in front of the side, and a black shadow flew out of the trees, looming in the night, like a cheetah shuttling through the trees. The black shadow quickly approached the area where the gunshots rang out, and the long knife was raised, glowing with a cold cold light in the night. The scrivener was sure that the other party was not his own, and this narrow and long knife was not seen in the Chinese army, and it was neither a command knife worn by an officer nor a broadsword used by soldiers in combat. The Japanese bushido killer, the scrivener has a judgment in his heart.

The long knife was raised, and it quickly stopped, because there was no target to kill at all, and there was only one gun in its place. The other party was stunned. The scrivener picked up a stone from the ground, scurryed in front of the killer, and looked at the back of the other's head. The whole set of actions seems tedious, but in fact it takes less than three seconds to complete.

Smack, a muffled sound. The stone slammed into the back of the opponent's skull. Blood splattered, spraying the scrivener directly in the face. The other person's body lies heavily on his back. The scrivener rounded the stone and smashed it again. The body lying on its back began to plant forward, and it fell heavily into the grass.

Dead, the scrivener was confident in himself, he picked up the gun and continued to walk up the hill. His attention was exerted to the extreme, watching every move around him, until he was halfway up the mountain and did not encounter an ambush.

The gunfire was still staccato, but it was all in the direction of the feet. The scrivener frowned secretly, the platoon commander's troops never attacked, and they were suppressed below the mountainside. It's not that you don't do your best, it's that the enemy is too cunning. There are many scruples about shooting without knowing whether you are or you are not the enemy, but the enemy's long knife does not, and it is better to kill a long knife at close range than a gun. This does not bode well, and if it drags on for too long, it will be detrimental to your side.

The direction of the regimental headquarters was full of fire, the gunfire was intensive, and the battle was carried out to a white-hot stage. From time to time, a line of fire swept overhead, artillery roared, and the regimental headquarters was in flames. The scrivener was anxious and quickened his pace to go up the mountain. The heaviest battles were below the mountainside, and the journey above was peaceful, with no ambushes along the way. The scrivener climbed smoothly to the top of the hill, and the cannon rumbled, making it easy to identify the location of the cannon. It was a clearing to the northwest of the ruined temple, right opposite the regimental headquarters.

The scrivener did not dare to rush over, tiptoed into the ruined temple, tried to make a detour forward, turned to the back of the cannon, and settled the battle with a random shot. He walked slowly through the ruins and walls, not moving too much, maybe there was a Japanese killer lurking somewhere. As I walked, I suddenly remembered someone: a strange old man. When a Japanese killer climbs to the top of the mountain, he will inevitably find a strange old man, and he will definitely kill people for the sake of insurance. The scrivener box is very worried, and the strange old man probably won't survive. Next to him was the abode of the strange old man, and he subconsciously went in to watch. It is said to be a dwelling, but it is actually a ruined temple, and three-quarters of the dome has collapsed.

The scrivener walked into the hall in the dark, and when he looked up, the strange old man was lying on the dome like a spider, and was sleeping. This old man has such a big nerve, and such a fierce battle can't wake him up. The scrivener is a little reassuring, and it's always a good thing that the old man is safe and sound. He walked straight through the main hall, and over a ruined house and a fence was where the cannon was, and time was of the essence to get there as quickly as possible.

As soon as he took a few steps with his feet raised, he didn't even go out of the main hall, when a black shadow suddenly flew out from the side, and the cold blade slashed towards the lower abdomen of the scrivener. This is a common trick used by Japanese ninja killers, and the knife must be aimed at the lower abdomen, and they can't disembowel the enemy. There was only one pistol in the scrivener, and it was too late to return fire, so he had to dodge to the side. The Japanese killer was unforgiving, and the blade approached quickly, one move after another. The scrivener box was forced into danger, with a gun in his hand, but no chance to fight back. In just a few seconds, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, more dangerous than all the battles just now.

The Japanese killer Iron Heart took out the scrivener, and the blade was as fast as lightning, not giving the opponent any chance to counterattack. This is the last line of defense of the Japanese, and it is infinitely close to the artillery, and if the cannon is destroyed, all plans will be in vain. The Japanese had been preparing for this plan for a long time, and they had worked hard to make sure that nothing could be lost. The scrivener unknowingly broke into the last line of defense, which made the Japanese killers very unhappy, and they had to kill this dangerous element in the fastest time.

The scrivener box was forced to retreat, and there was a wall behind it, and there was no way to go backwards, this time it was really cornered. The bruises on his forehead were exposed, his eyes were blood-red, and he secretly prepared for the worst. Suddenly, my brain flashed, I not only had a gun in my hand, but also a scimitar, why not use a scimitar to win! He'd been practicing the scimitar for a while, and he thought he was perfect. Anyway, when it's the last step, just fight to the death!

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