When the glow of the flares faded, the surroundings returned to silence, unpleasantly quiet, the mountain wind blew, the leaves rattled, and the whole mountain seemed to sleep. The silence www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" is more terrible than the sound of gunfire, because you don't know when the enemy in the shadows will shoot again.

The scrivener did not rush to climb the mountain, but walked to the other side of the mountain in a roundabout way. In the meantime, he met Gao Li, and he lurked not far from the puddle. Because there is also an enemy sniper nearby, he wants to get rid of the other party and relieve Jiang Hu's worries.

The scrivener continues to loop the mountain backwards, a difficult, slow, and dangerous process, and any negligence can be exchanged for a bullet. Fortunately, it was very dark, which added great convenience to the movement. After about three hundred meters laterally, he stopped moving forward, quietly observing every move around him.

Bang, a line of fire flashed away.

Toot, da-da-da-da...... Immediately afterward, several fiery snakes gushed towards the source of the line of fire. It was easy to expose the shooting at night, and the man committed a big taboo, inviting a counterattack from two points of fire.

The scrivener watched quietly, and it was his own person who fired the first shot, because he knew every part of this sniper rifle well, and he listened to its voice to distinguish its gun, and it was his own person. Who could it be? Now the only ones with sniper rifles are Li Keji and Polgar, and the two have made a discovery, clearing the enemy's fire point.

The scrivener looked up, and one of the firepower points was about a hundred meters above him, it was him, get rid of it first! The old generation had a goal, and pushed aside the dense trees to climb up the mountain.

100 meters, a short distance, but it took a full hour. The scrivener did not dare to approach again, the enemy only fired one shot, the specific location has long been blurred, and intuitively, it should be very close.

The moonlight was hazy, it was difficult to penetrate the dense foliage, and the ground was dark. The scrivener lay motionless on the ground, now it was more than patience, he did not believe that the enemy did not move for a night.

Tut, thump, thump, dada...... There were gunshots in the distance, and I don't know who was exchanging fire. The night was not destined to be peaceful, full of danger, blood, and carnage.

There was no movement for half an hour. The scrivener had to admire the endurance of the enemy, no wonder Polgar suspected that there was a ninja killer, and it really made sense.

The mountain wind blows, and the leaves make a rattling sound. A little fluffy thing was blown off and fell on the head of the scrivener. He didn't have a helmet with him, and the little thing fell directly into his hair. The old generation frowned, why was he so unlucky. The falling things crawled all over the head and down the back of the head, and it was itchy. The old generation's brows tightened, and there was an urge to reach out and slap. There are all kinds of strange insects in this place of Savage Mountain, eating human flesh, sucking human blood, thorny, hairy, clawed...... I can't stand any one of them.

Shoot to death! This was the first thought of the scrivener, but he held back, a dangerous Japanese killer was nearby, and any small move could be exposed. Killers are much more powerful than bugs. No, you have to endure it. He resisted the urge to reach out and slap and held back.

The little bug didn't know that someone had moved to kill, and still crawled on its own. crawled down the back of the old generation's head to his neck, and then drilled down his neck into his clothes. Intuitively, small bugs can be as thick as a little finger, or a little thinner.

The little fluffy bugs crawl on the skin and are itchy, and at the same time there is a subtle pain, which should be that the fur on the small bugs is irritating to the human skin. There is a kind of insect called "little tiger" in the hometown of the old generation, which is specially born on the jujube tree, the whole body is green, and the hair on the body is extremely toxic, even if only one pierces into the human skin, it will immediately swell a large piece, painful, hot and spicy pain in the heart, scratch it with your hand and have the feeling of pinpricks, scratch the skin, scratch out the pus or hurt. Both adults and children have lingering palpitations about the "little tiger", and they are afraid to avoid it every time they encounter it.

The little insect crawling on the neck now has the same fur as the "little tiger", but it is not so poisonous. Even so, it makes the scrivener extremely fearful. The little bug really wants to burrow into the body and roll on the back......

The scrivener didn't dare to think any further. He shrunk his neck slightly, choking the gap between his neck and collar to keep the little bugs from getting in. For the time being, it had an effect, and the little bug drilled several times without success.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from the forehead of the scrivener, and it was not a way to do this, but today was really unlucky, and he didn't find out the killer in the dark, but he encountered a problem. The little bug was still trying to burrow into it, and most of its body squeezed in.

The pain was even more intense, as if there were many extremely small steel needles piercing the neck. The scrivener was clenched with both hands, and there was a kind of crazy urge to slap the little bug to death. In the end, he held back, the real enemy was the Japanese killer, and he wanted to get rid of the other party!

Wow...... Another gust of mountain wind, the sound of thick leaves. This time the wind was stronger, crackling, and more small bugs fell from the trees.

There was movement on the back again, and at least two small bugs fell on the clothes on the back. The scrivener really wants to scold. Grandma, unlucky, unlucky!

There was a rustle, and there was movement not far in front of the side. I can't see it in the night, but it's definitely a person. The guy was twisting slightly, rubbing against the leaves around him to make a rustling sound.

The scrivener understood, and the other party was also driving away the little bugs on his body. He watched intently, but the night was so thick that the only glimmer of the moon was blocked by the leaves, and he could see nothing.

Rustling, movement sounded again. It's very subtle, I guess it's scratching the itch on my body with my hands.

This time, the scrivener box determined the exact location of the other party. The Colt pistol is aimed at the darkness. Then he felt that it was inappropriate, it was difficult to say that he would definitely hit the target if he fired like this, after all, the trees were too thick, and the trajectory of the bullet was a straight line, not even a branch in the middle. The distance from the other party is about more than 20 meters, and the variables in the middle are too great. After a moment of thought, he decided to go on an adventure......

The mountain wind is getting stronger, and the sound of the leaves is getting louder and louder. The scrivener seized the opportunity to climb forward slowly. The closer you get to the opponent, the more sure you are of killing, and of course, the more likely you are to be discovered.

It is far from simple to approach a person quietly, the enemy has a gun in his hand, and once he is discovered, he will get a bullet. Leaving it to death and resurrected, in order to expand the results of the war, the scrivener chose to take risks. From time to time, a breeze blew on the top of the mountain, and the leaves rattled, and the old generation pressed against the ground, crawling forward under the cover of the wind. The wind stops, people stop, and the wind rises.