The scrivener brought the gun over, and immediately had confidence, and its power should still be above the American-made M1911 rifle. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info love the blood of the other with his gun, come on little devil! He had the urge to kick the corpse down the tree. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in the brain, did this corpse have to be put to good use......

It took another quarter of an hour for the scrivener to slide down from the tree. The fog was thicker, and an inexplicable smell enveloped the bottom of the forest, suffocating, and the blood flow began to slow down, and the brain felt as if it was about to fall into a coma. This is the lethality of the miasma, and even the natives of the Savage Mountains who were born and raised can't avoid it, let alone others. The scrivener did not dare to stay for a moment, and retreated 20 meters back and chose a big tree to climb up. The higher you go, the thinner the fog becomes, and the brain wakes up.

The entire forest is full of fog, and the other three enemies are estimated to be lurking in the trees, and no one will move until the fog clears. The advantage of the scrivener is that the enemy is in the open and he is in the dark, and he knows the approximate location of the three enemies, which has become the biggest weight to defeat the enemy. The problem is that the opponent has three people, each other is horns, it is easy to kill one, and the other two will fire at him at the first time. Even if everyone has a 50 percent hit rate, two bullets fired at the same time are still 100 percent.

The scrivener closed his eyes, pondering what to do with the enemy, and he didn't worry about the enemy coming at him until the fog cleared. One plan after another was crossed in my mind, and one by one was rejected, no matter how I fought it, it was a dead end. Needless to say, the three Japanese soldiers must be masters of combat, otherwise it wouldn't be the four of them who came to chase and kill, and you can see how difficult the other party is from that Japanese girl alone. What's even worse is that the tacit understanding between the enemies is that they put on a formation of encirclement and annihilation, and the other generation of bookboxes is a headache.

As the sun rose, the fog that shrouded the jungle gradually dissipated, and visibility began to improve. The scrivener is ready to go to war, and there will be results soon, maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes, either you will die by yourself, or the other party will be completely destroyed, there is no choice.

The nearest enemy was slightly to the left directly in front of him, about forty or fifty meters. The scrivener squinted his eyes and searched carefully, checking little by little, there was no one on one crooked-necked wood pod tree, and there was no ...... on another big banyan tree Yes, on an even taller pear tree, there was a man hidden, the dense foliage covering most of his body, but there were still places exposed, such as his left shoulder and left foot.

The scrivener gently held up the spear, aiming the crosshair at the top of the opponent's left shoulder. The other party's head is hidden in the most dense place of foliage, and it is impossible to catch it, but one shoulder is enough!

Bang, bullets sliced through the thin mist, and the branches and leaves shook violently in their path, followed by a splash of blood. A huge body was planted heavily, half of its skull was torn off by bullets, and the red and white brains splashed on the dark green branches and leaves were particularly eye-catching.

The scrivener box didn't stop, and his body slid down the trunk of the tree at the same time as the gunshot rang out, and he didn't want to be a live target. However, this speed was still too slow compared to the bullets, but fortunately, the mist was hazy, and the visibility was less than 100 meters, and it was basically impossible for the two Japanese soldiers in the distance to detect him. This is also the reason why the scrivener dares to shoot.

Bang, bang, even if visibility is insufficient, in exchange for a counterattack from the enemy. One of the bullets grazed the scrivener at a distance of three meters. One has to admire the judgment of the enemy.

The scrivener accelerated its slide, and the moment I landed on my feet, I felt more confident. Visibility under the trees was lower, no more than seventy meters, and most of the toxicity in the fog dissipated. There were only two shots in the counterattack, and there was no movement after that, and the enemy was so old that he would never shoot indiscriminately under unknown circumstances. Moreover, they did not know whether it was friend or foe who fired the shot, although judging from the subsequent reactions, it was most likely that the enemy attacked their comrades. But they still held their breath. The other party is still waiting, waiting for a chance to kill with one hit.

The scrivener hid behind the trunk of a tree for a while, not waiting for the opponent to return fire. This is not necessarily good news, the opponent is too old and too poisonous, and he will never make a move without full certainty, even if he sees his companion die. Undying and exchanging lives for lives, such enemies are the most terrifying. The scrivener made a bold decision to move closer to the two Japanese soldiers and unexpectedly unexpectedly cast a cold arrow.

In the early morning, all the animals and insects in the jungle were dormant, and they were extremely afraid of the rising miasma, and the jungle was dead silent, as if only trees and mist were left. Fortunately, now the fog has mostly dissipated, and there is no longer a feeling of suffocation. The scrivener approached nearly thirty meters in the direction of the enemy, and it felt like it was almost there, and it was purely to find death if it went any further. Not far away is a boulder surrounded by lush bushes, making it a great place to live. The scrivener leaned over gently, laid an ambush with his back to the boulder, and the whole person lay in the bushes, waiting for the final showdown.

The woods were quiet, and you could hear every fallen leaf. The sun is still rising, the fog continues to dissipate, and the forest gradually comes back to life. A birdsong pierced the silence, and then countless birdsongs echoed from near and far, and all kinds of small animals began to forage for food, speeding through the grass, leaving a string of rattling sounds.

For the scrivener, this is the beginning of a showdown, the world is clear, the killing machine hunts, and one side will inevitably not see the sun at noon. He lurked motionless, his eyes constantly searching for the exact location of the enemy. After a night of mishaps, the enemy has already changed positions and may appear in any direction, front, back, left, right, or right. Like a scrivener, they are also searching for their targets, ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.

The scrivener did not dare to move, and the duel turned into a game of hide and seek, and whoever was exposed first was the loser.

The sun kept rising, the fog finally cleared completely, the temperature was rising throughout the forest, and the dew on the leaves evaporated at an incredible rate and soon disappeared. All kinds of insects come alive again, flying in swarms through the air.

Bang, the gun sounded. The target is not a scrivener, but the canopy of a large tree. The scrivener knew that his camouflage was working, and the Japanese soldier he killed at night was disguised as a decoy, and the body was placed in a dense foliage area. The enemy was tricked and mistakenly thought it was a scrivener.

The bullet did not raise a blood mist because the blood in the corpse had coagulated. The Japanese soldier who fired the gun knew that he had been fooled, and this shot hit his companion, exposing himself even more. This guy was also decisive, his body rolled quickly against the ground, and he instantly broke away from the original area and found cover again to ambush. But it's enough for the scrivener, no matter how fast the other party is, he can't get his eyes, since it has been exposed, there is no reason to escape.

The scrivener did not shoot immediately, and there was an enemy whose whereabouts were unknown, and shooting now was tantamount to putting himself under the opponent's gun, and the trade of life for life was not converted. We have to wait......

The sun continued to rise, and the temperature in the forest continued to rise, and it was already unbearably hot before noon. Now only the Japanese woman has not been exposed, and she has become the key to the whole showdown. The scrivener secretly gritted his teeth, this Japanese girl, it's really fucking difficult! Can't you bear it, okay, Lao Tzu will consume you to the end! Things are now more about endurance, and whoever can hold back is the final winner.

At noon, the huge forest was quiet again, and the poisonous sun was in the sky, and the forest became a steamer. The scrivener was already soaked with sweat, the blood was almost boiling, and every pore was emitting heat. Sweat sticks to the clothes and skin, itching unbearably, making people feel the urge to scratch up and down. Of course, with the slightest movement of the finger, it will be a deadly bullet. The most terrible thing is the water, at this temperature does not drip, the body seems to be steamed. The scrivener gritted his teeth and insisted, he was uncomfortable, and the enemy was equally uncomfortable. It is a good deal to suffer by one person for two enemies to suffer.

In the afternoon, Savage Mountain enters the hottest time of the day. The water vapor on the surface of the earth is transpired upwards and blocked by the canopy above, forming a large steamer. The scrivener felt like he was about to collapse, his body was dehydrated, and his body temperature was frighteningly high, as if he would burn at any moment. Finally, the enemy couldn't hold his breath first, and the Japanese soldier who had already been exposed was unbearable, and his fingers moved slightly.

This tiny gesture was captured by the scrivener, and he saw something else in this movement, which was by no means an ordinary action, but a gesture, as if to express something to his companion. He scanned the past with a gesture, and there was a dense bush sixty or seventy meters to the left. It should be here that the scrivener has a judgment. He stared at the inch-by-inch check, and sure enough, there was a catch: a fair face looming in the bushes.

Well, it's time to wrap up! The scrivener box was aimed at the head of the Japanese soldier and the trigger was pulled steadily. Poof, a mist of blood exploded in the trees, and thousands of flowers bloomed on the branches and leaves. At the same time, the scrivener quickly rolled to the side and rear, sealing the angle of the Japanese woman's shot.

Ka, ka, two bullets in a row hit the rocks. The scrivener kept his body as low as he could, and quickly turned to the other side of the boulder. Just as he was about to poke his head out, two more bullets hit the rocks overhead. Fuck, you're still suppressed, and you can't poke your head out at all.

Titicaca, two more shots, sparks splashing on the boulder. Japanese women have the initiative, and they are as skilled as she is, and they will never give up the initiative again. She had already come out of her bunker and pressed on the boulder. From time to time, two shots are fired at the boulder, and even if they can't be hit, it's a deterrent. Form an absolute firepower suppression of the opponent.

The scrivener was so suppressed that he couldn't raise his head, and the Japanese woman was more powerful than he thought and didn't give him a little time to buffer.

In Titicaca, the Japanese woman from time to time hits the boulder with bullets while approaching step by step. At this point, she has the chance to win, as long as she is close to the forty-meter area, she is sure that she will be killed with one blow. Grenade, a killer weapon in positional warfare. She has three in her hands, and she's sure to leave her opponent's bones gone.