It was dawn, and several people came to the swamp in front again. The www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion is more than 100 meters in circumference, there is not a single weed, countless human bones are half-hidden and half-exposed, and tattered leather boots and guns can occasionally be seen. The dark black soil was sharply defined compared to the surrounding soil, and it was the flesh and blood of countless people who changed its color. It's hard to imagine how many people are buried here!

The stench of the mire is suffocating even in the morning. A few people spontaneously kowtowed three times to the swamp, and the warriors buried their bones in a foreign land, and after a few years, how many people could remember them. The scrivener box and others were all thinking about who would go to worship when they buried their bones in Savage Mountain.

The group went on the road silently, and when it was close to noon, they beat two pheasants, and finally had a decent lunch. In the afternoon, it was cloudy, and everyone hid in higher ground to prepare for the baptism of heavy rain. After entering the rainy season, it rains almost every day in Savage Mountain, and it is even more frequent in the afternoon. Countless streams converge into the depths of the Hukang River valley and roar away.

The rain was not heavy, nor light, and it stopped after more than an hour. All seven of them became chickens in the soup, squatting in the sun to dry their clothes. The most embarrassing thing is Rena, it is impossible to take off her clothes and dry them casually like other big men, so she can only endure it. The scrivener is a bit unbearable, but there is not much to do. Lu Shuting's eyes would always be aimed at Rena intentionally or unintentionally, adding a touch of strangeness to the already inactive atmosphere. The scrivener deliberately distanced himself from Rena, not wanting to touch Lu Shuting's sensitive nerves.

A short trim, but another difficult march. The mountains and forests are full of criss-crossing streams, which converge into rivers and rush away. Seven men waded through rivers and swamps, struggling to make their way. The distance traveled was only twenty or thirty kilometers a day, and less than a hundred kilometers were traveled in four days. At this rate, he will not be able to reach India in half a year, and General Sun Liren may have returned to China by then. The march will become meaningless. During this period, Gong Daniu and Zhao Yunlai both developed low-grade fevers, Gong Daniu recovered quickly, and Zhao Yunlai was intermittently good and bad.

There was another shadow in everyone's hearts, a fever in the Savage Mountain was not a good sign, it could be the sign of some kind of infectious disease, and many warriors fell on this land forever because of the fever. Rena had learned more systematic first-aid skills in the British army, and she tried everything to reduce Zhao Yunlai's fever, but with little success. Without medicines, even the best doctors are helpless. Fortunately, Zhao Yunlai only had a low-grade fever and did not affect the normal march.

The scrivener ordered the troops to march in a southwesterly direction, close to the road to India, preferably along the road if possible. Wander further into the mountains, and everyone will be dragged to death. Lu Shuting sneered, walking along the road? Do you think the Japanese will be undefended?

It had been a full day and a half to the southwest, about thirty or forty kilometers, and it was already very close to the road. The scrivener became alert and ordered the little monkey to move forward, while the others kept in formation and moved slowly.

"Coo-coo-coo......" The familiar bird calls came from the mountain forest.

The little monkey is on the alert. Everyone was alert and took cover to defend themselves. Soon the little monkey came back and reported to the scrivener: "Company commander, there is a devil's post in front." ”

"Oh? How many people are there? ”

"I don't know, but it won't be much." The little monkey replied.

The scrivener groaned, in this case, should he have a fight? These days have been on the march, and the extremely arduous distance has caused some people to complain that a battle is needed to build morale. "Let's go, let's see." He let the little monkey lead the way.

After about seventy or eighty meters of progress, a small river appeared in front of him, the water was not wide, but the current was rapid, and the rapids crashed against the rocks and made a piercing noise. The scrivener and the little monkey were hidden in the bushes, and the latter pointed to the opposite shore with his finger. Not far from the opposite bank, there was a blockhouse built against the hill, made of stones, very strong, and covered with machine-gun holes on all sides. There were also trenches crisscrossed around the pillbox, which were easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it was clear that the Japanese intended to operate this stronghold for a long time.

Two Japanese soldiers patrolled outside the pillbox with guns, saying that they were patrolling, but in fact it was more like basking in the sun. Everyone was topless, and they weren't wearing decent pants underneath. It's not strange to dress up this kind of scrivener, and I've been like this myself.

The scrivener box is calculating the feasibility of ending this pillbox, and it will definitely not work to storm it, not to mention the seven of them, even the strength of the reinforced platoon may not be able to gain the upper hand. Only sneak attacks. Due to the rain for several days, the river water has risen sharply, and the trees on the bank of the river have been washed away a lot, and it is not difficult to cross the river with a horizontal burden on the river. The difficulty was how to avoid the sentry and get to the inside of the bunker.

"Company commander, can you do this battle?" The little monkey whispered.

The scrivener ignored him and carefully observed the surroundings. I had to admire the strategic vision of the Japanese army, and built the pillbox at the commanding heights within a radius of several kilometers, facing the river ditch, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack. The trenches were also dug horizontally, connecting two streams, so that water could be obtained anytime and anywhere. As long as the food is sufficient, you can hold out for a year and a half even if you are besieged by thousands of troops.

"You go back first, tell everyone not to act rashly, and be ready for battle." The scrivener whispered to the little monkey, his eyes never leaving the confines of the bunker.

"What about you, company commander?"

"I will observe and observe, and I know that I will not be defeated in a hundred battles."

"If you don't go, I won't go."

The scrivener looked gloomy, "You pass the order back first, and then no one cares about you when you come back!" ”

The little monkey did not dare to disobey and gently pulled away.

The scrivener carefully observed the area of one or two hundred meters around the bunker, and maybe there was a hidden fort, and if you fought a war, you had to know yourself and your opponent, otherwise you would pay the price of blood. Another thing to figure out is the number of Japanese troops, if the other side has a company, then this sneak attack is not carried out. At present, it seems that the number of people will not exceed fifteen, which is within the tolerance of starting a war.

After a while, the little monkey returned, and the scrivener asked him to change places to observe, and maybe there would be another gain from a different angle. The little monkey led the way, lurking in the bushes a hundred meters away.

The sun above his head was very sufficient, and the sun made people's scalps numb, and sweat soaked through their clothes and stuck to their bodies. The scrivener box does not flinch, sweating more at this time, and bleeding less when fighting. The lives of every comrade-in-arms were precious, and he didn't want to lose any of them.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and the little monkey did not move, and this kid showed full tenacity. The two Japanese soldiers who had been stationed at the sentry returned to the pillbox, and then two more came out. The two were suffocated by the hot and humid environment in the bunker, and as soon as they came out, they stripped off their military uniforms and sunbathed to their heart's content.

There are at least four. The scrivener secretly remembered the number. Two hours later, two Japanese soldiers changed the guard again. At this time, the sun is sinking in the west, and it will soon get dark. After another two hours, the Japanese soldiers changed their guard again. So there were at least eight Japanese soldiers. I don't know if there's anything next.

The little monkey leaned over gently, "Company commander, how long will you have to wait, Lu Platoon Commander is in a hurry." ”

"Let them continue to wait, raise their spirits, and wait desperately for a while." The scrivener commanded. "By the way, you go back too, and I'll be there later." He added.

The little monkey retreated, leaving only the scrivener in its place. By this time, it was completely dark, and only a vague black shadow remained in the bunker. Suddenly, there was a sound one hundred and fifty meters to the left of the bunker, and two black shadows came out of the bushes and walked straight towards the bunker.

Sure enough, there is a dark castle! The scrivener box is a little afraid, but fortunately I found it, otherwise if I sneak attack, my own people will lose a lot! In the process of their sneak attack, a dark castle suddenly erupted with tongues of fire, and the casualties were unbearable, and the scrivener did not dare to think about it anymore.

After another half an hour, it was completely dark. The little monkey came to the scrivener box again, "Company commander, I'll take care of you for a while, it's been a long time." "The little monkey is very distressed about the company commander, he has been holding on to the scorching sun for so long, and he is really afraid that something will happen to the company commander. In his heart, the scrivener is the sky, and there is nothing bigger than the sky.

The scrivener did not refuse this time, and told the little monkey to be clever and pay attention to the enemy's every move, and then pulled away. Two hundred meters away, Lu Shuting and the others were already impatient, and the guns were wiped over and over again, just waiting to get started.

"Acting company commander, can you do it?" Gong Da Niu has endured to the limit, the injury on his leg is just right, and he is holding back his anger in the tribe, and he is about to find a place to vent.

The scrivener sat on the ground, picked up the kettle and poured it wildly, and after six hours of boiling, the whole person was almost collapsed. "I'll tell you what I know......"

Everyone sat down, including Lu Shuting.

"There are eight to ten devils in the bunker, and they change shifts every two hours. There are two people on each shift, and the weapon they wear is a saka-style rifle. There are three crooked handles in the bunker, facing east, south, and north, and of course the direction of attack can be reversed. In particular, it should be noted that one hundred and fifty meters south of the bunker, there is a dark bunker with an ominous number of people inside. The scrivener recounts what has been observed.

No one spoke, and the intelligence brought by the acting company commander was too important and provided an extremely important basis for the operation. Even Lu Shuting had to be moved. Scrivener, a person he thinks is very stubborn and self-righteous, and there is something remarkable about this time.

"Platoon Commander Lu and Gong Daniu are responsible for keeping an eye on the Hidden Fort, and they must make sure that the firepower of the Hidden Forts is knocked out. Zhao Yunlai and Kong Zhaoqiang were responsible for taking out the bunker with me. The little monkey is responsible for providing information and answering in two ways. The scrivener looked at Rena again, "You don't want to participate, wait for our good news." ”

Rena wanted to say something, but was stopped by the scrivener.

"It's 9:40 p.m., and the action will start in two hours." After finishing speaking, he lay down against the big tree, recuperated and recuperated, and lurked for seven or eight hours, exerting a huge amount of physical strength and energy. There will be a decisive battle in a while, and physical strength replenishment is a must.