The scrivener took off the steel helmet from the corpse's head and put it on his head. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info an extra layer of protection is not a bad thing.

A barrage of bullets hit the mountain twenty meters away, sending mud flying. There were still enemies who heard the gunshots and subconsciously fired a shuttle of bullets. But it's almost nothing for a scrivener, as long as it's not a bit of luck, it's hard to hurt him by shooting like this.

The scrivener ignored the bullets fired blindly and walked on his own.

The rain from the mountains on both sides poured down into the valley, and the water level in the valley was knee-deep enough to reach the thighs. The scrivener wades forward, time waits for no one, the rain stops, don't look at the big now, maybe it can stop in an instant.

The water of the valley forms a large river that rushes to the lower lying places. The scrivener can be said to be distracted and concentrated. It doesn't matter if you have an ambush or not, whether you have a mine or not, moving forward is the last word, and once you are trapped, you can only die.

Fortunately, the valley is not long, only more than 200 meters, and I finally came out alive. The water level becomes shallow, from the thighs to the top of the feet. The whole body and mind of the scrivener suddenly relaxed. Crossing the valley is half the battle, and a few dozen meters in front is the big river, and swimming through it is considered a ninety percent success. He spread his steps and ran wildly towards the riverbank. On the banks of the river are open cobblestone fields, tens of meters wide, and because there is no soil, even grass rarely grows.

The rain blocked everything, and even though there were many Japanese soldiers lying in ambush on the mountain, there was not a single grass or tree in sight of the river. This is the confidence of the scrivener. He strode along the cobblestone banks of the river, which swelled so much that the original pebble floor was deeply waterlogged.

Heavy rain poured, with the occasional lightning streak across the sky and thunder rolling. A figure appeared in the rain, rushing to the river, looking like it was about to cross the river. The scrivener instinctively lifted the pistol, he did not fire rashly, and it was perhaps his own people who crossed the river. He followed him all the way down. The person in front of him descended into the river first, and most of his body was in the water, revealing only a green helmet. Now I saw clearly, it was Polgar, and she also chose to take advantage of the heavy rain to cross the river.

Puff puff puff...... A bullet was fired into the river and immediately drowned by the waves. The Japanese soldiers who were lying in ambush on the hills on both sides realized that someone might have taken advantage of the heavy rain to cross the river, and subconsciously shot into the river. The deterrent effect is greater than the actual kill.

"Hey, man." The scrivener shouted at Polgar, he was afraid of causing the other party's miscalculation, so he yelled at the other party to remind the other party first.

Polgar turned his head in the water, saw that it was a scrivener, and waved it with one free hand. The scrivener quickly went into the water to catch up with each other.

Heavy rains caused the river to swell considerably, nearly doubling its surface and deepening its level. Polgar swam first to the center of the river, the current was turbulent, and the raging waves came from the upstream and hit Polgar, and his slightly thin body appeared and disappeared in the waves. This is a difficult process, a struggle between man and nature, once swept into the water by the waves, it will inevitably sink to the bottom.

Polgar struggled to move forward, the waves slapped her into the water, and she tried to float up, and again, and again.

The scrivener frowned, although he had not yet swam to the center of the river, he was already feeling a great pressure. The turbulent current whirls him to the bottom of the river, and it's not just a matter of swimming, it's a matter of whirlpooling in the water. The physical exertion will be very high.

At this time, Polgar was still struggling in the middle of the river, and could no longer advance for half a minute, and the powerful whirlpool was like a tornado, sucking Polgar into the center of the whirlpool, and the whole person was spinning and sinking in the whirlpool.

The scrivener box is broken, and Polgar's physical strength is seriously overdrawn, and I am afraid that he will not be able to swim to the other side of the river. He couldn't help but speed up his swim and try to help Polgar. As soon as I swam to the area in the center of the river, a huge wave crashed over, overwhelming the whole person, and the whole person was slapped into the water.

The scrivener felt as if it had been hit hard by a wooden stick, his head hurt and swelled, and he involuntarily inhaled into his stomach, and the cold river water penetrated his nostrils, as if he was about to burst his lungs. He quickly held his breath and thrust his limbs down, his body out of the water. Wow, wow, spit out two mouthfuls of water in succession, and the more you spit out, the more it hurts in your head. Instinctively, he slid the water and continued to swim across the river.

A funnel-shaped vortex appeared a few meters beside him, and the dead branches and leaves nearby swirled and were absorbed into it. The vortex continued to expand, and soon spread to the scrivener. It was as if an invisible hand was pulling him into the whirlpool. The scrivener swam desperately, fighting the suction of the whirlpool. However, to no avail, the scope of the huge vortex continued to expand, and the scrivener box was in the center. The body involuntarily rotated and slid towards the center. He struggled, resisted, and it was still useless, the whirlpool seemed to have infinite magical power, which could not be fought against by human strength.

The scrivener finally slipped to the center of the whirlpool, and its body was absorbed by the whirlpool along with some dead branches and leaves, and sank to the bottom.

With his eyes closed, he could feel his body spinning at a rapid speed driven by the current, and the speed was so fast that the buttons of his clothes were washed open by the current. His heart was cold, surrounded by a sense of powerlessness and despair, this time it was really over, how small the power of man was in the face of the fierce nature. The only thing he could do was hold his breath and hold on as much as he could, like the last howl of a lamb when it is slaughtered.

The current suddenly calmed down, the body stopped turning, and began to float slowly upward. The whirlpools are gone, and of course new whirlpools will form elsewhere. The scrivener seemed to grasp the life-saving straw, and desperately swung its limbs to the surface of the water. The moment the head emerges from the water, the mouth and nostrils are used together, greedily breathing the air with rain.

Although he was lucky enough to escape, he was still in the center of the river, and he was in danger of being swallowed by the river again at any time. Polgar has disappeared without a trace, and it is estimated that he is completely buried underwater. Such a strong woman, ruthlessly destroyed by nature. The scrivener box was not sad, because from time to time when he was sad, he didn't want to accept his fate, and swam desperately to the other side with his limbs, but the effect was not ideal.

"Old generation, hold on, I'll save you!" Someone shouted on the other side.

The voice was familiar, but the brain of the scrivener had become a pot of porridge, and I couldn't remember who it was. A figure swam from the opposite shore, its body rising and falling in the waves, although it encountered several crises, it was always able to save the day. Swim all the way to the scrivener. Now I can see clearly, it is Li Keji.

The scrivener doesn't even have the strength to open its mouth. subconsciously held Li Keji's shoulder, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

Li Keji handed a rope to the scrivener, "Hold on." He yelled at the bookbox.

The scrivener clasped the rope with both hands. A force came from the shore, and someone was pulling back.

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