The fog was hazy, and the bold Japanese soldiers began to dig into the waterhole, taking advantage of the drop in visibility to stealthily fetch water. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info in exchange for heavy gunfire. Lu Shuting had already lurked at the edge of the waterhole and made up his mind to defend the waterhole. After several attempts to no avail, the Japanese soldiers reluctantly gave up and began to concentrate on collecting dew.

Gong Daniu scolded his mother: "Damn, what the hell is the weather." If the devil drinks the dew and is full, we are not busy in vain. ”

The little monkey disagreed: "You drink the dew and try to see if you can drink it to your heart's content." ”

Gong Da Niu really tried it, and gave up after a while, the leaves looked wet, but it was not easy to collect them into water. Even if you collect it in the morning, you may not be able to have much, and besides, the dew will evaporate before noon.

Zhao Yunlai looked up at the sky and couldn't help but look worried, the rainy season in Myanmar has not yet ended, although it is at the end, it is still uneasy. All it takes is a rainstorm, and all your efforts will be in vain. "Company commander, do you think it will rain?" He said with a wistful heart.

The scrivener also looked at the sky, "It shouldn't be today, and it's hard to say tomorrow." ”

"Grandma, if it rains heavily, we won't be busy in vain!" Zhao Yunlai complained.

"Leave it to fate, if it rains, it will be our way to live. No one was recruited. Kong Zhaoqiang spoke.

"Brothers, I have an idea, hold on until tonight, should we fight back to the Uriel Heights?" The scrivener said.

"I'll see it." Kong Zhaoqiang, who has not spoken much, spoke first.

The scrivener clapped: "It's decided, hold on for another day and night, and recapture the position at dawn tomorrow." ”

Everyone stopped talking and concentrated on guarding the waterhole.

It was nearly noon when the fog cleared. During this time, the Japanese soldiers were very honest, and they were busy collecting dew, knowing that they could not solve the problem, they still kept collecting it. The Japanese soldiers were so short of water that they went crazy, and the dew drops were like a godsend for life. Until noon, the Japanese soldiers lay dormant, and their bodies were dehydrated to the limit, making it difficult to launch an effective attack.

There were white clouds in the sky, and the sky was not as clear as yesterday. The Japanese soldiers are waiting, maybe there will be a rain today, and then all the problems will be solved. Many Japanese soldiers looked up to the sky and knelt down to pray, the storm is coming soon! The scrivener side is also praying, God don't rain, it only takes one day, they are sure that they will be on the high ground!

The day passed in a dreary dreary, and apart from the sporadic gunfire, there were no large-scale battles. The corpses by the waterhole were decomposing at an accelerated pace, and a foul stench was wafting through the air. Swarms of flies and insects haunted the corpse, buzzing around. It further aroused the hatred of the Japanese soldiers, and the bodies of their accomplices were in front of them, but they could not collect them. Anger is anger, and no one dares to step forward. They have pinned all their hopes on God, and all it takes is a rain for the seeds of hatred to take root quickly.

At night, the sky becomes overcast, the stars are gone, and the moon is dark. The air was extremely hot, and it seemed like a heavy rain was brewing.

The Japanese soldiers were still dormant, heavy rain was coming, and there was no need to take any more risks.

The scrivener and others are in a heavy mood, God will not always favor his side, and after four consecutive days of sunshine, the sky will change.

"Company commander, do you want to act in advance?" The little monkeys begin to sit still, and once the heavy rain comes, their efforts will lose their meaning. At that time, the Japanese soldiers had all recovered the Uriel Heights, and it would be difficult to seize the position again. Not only is it difficult, it should be said that there is no hope at all.

The scrivener was unmoved: "Wait a little longer." Drain the last drop of water in the devil's body. ”

At midnight, the air is even hotter, as if it can wring out water. Suddenly, the mountain wind suddenly rose, and the leaves all over the mountain made a soft noise. The rain is really coming!

"Company commander?" The little monkey was very anxious, and the rain came as soon as it was said.

"Old generation, I don't think I can wait until dawn." Zhao Yunlai also spoke.

"Okay, let's do it now." The scrivener box makes a decision.

No one spoke anymore, and they all packed their guns and went down the mountain. The mountain wind blew the leaves and drowned out the voices of the people. Six men descended the mountain at great speed, bypassing the waterhole to catch up with Ben Uriel Heights. Tonight's battle is a matter of success or failure, either retake the position or die, there is no third option.

Wow, the wind intensified, and the leaves crackled. A misty drizzle fell from the sky and enveloped the entire forest. This is just the beginning, and even more rain may be yet to come.

"Damn, it's going to go down!" Gong Daniu muttered quietly.

No one responded, some just walked faster. A faint smell of burnt paste penetrated into the nostrils, and the residual smell of the explosion of the Japanese artillery position was still there, and from time to time there were steel fragments of the gun carriage lying under his feet, telling the fierceness of the explosion. This is the foot of the Uriel Heights, and the position is above, and it is a matter of success or failure.

The hills in this area are peculiar, shaped like steamed buns, and most of them are made of purple-brown soil, which is different from most of the mountains in northern Myanmar. It can also be understood as a small area of hills interspersed between mountain ranges. If it weren't for the dense vegetation protection, the hills would have been washed out by heavy rains all year round.

The rain intensified, and the drizzle turned into a raindrop the size of a mung bean, falling and crackling on the leaves. Six figures weaved through the dense forest, the soil under their feet turning into mud, and their feet slippery when they stepped on them. The speed has slowed down a lot. They had to exert more physical strength and energy to keep themselves from slowing down and reach the top of the hill in the shortest possible time, because the Japanese soldiers by the waterhole would soon be back, and this time difference was the only chance to seize the position.

A few hundred meters away, not too far, but absolutely difficult. Climbing in the rain is no easy task, and each foot can pick up a lump of mud and leave a trail of deep foot sockets. The six of them don't know how many times they fell and how many times they got up. Every time you fall, you don't consciously raise your hands high, people can get mud, but guns can't, this is the basis for regaining the position.

The dense raindrops wet the hair, the military uniform, every inch of the land, and every foot was like stepping on cotton. No one spoke, no encouragement was needed, and everyone's conviction was incomparably strong: to fight to the death and regain the position!

Finally approaching the top of the mountain, there is also a faint smell of burnt paste. Broken trenches and dense craters have become pools of water, and in some cases there are puddles in them. Some Japanese soldiers squatted on the edge of the puddle, holding the rainwater in their hands and greedily sucking it up. The rain was not heavy, and there was not much standing water, and it immediately turned into muddy water when people touched it. The Japanese soldiers didn't care, they endured it for too long and too long, as long as they had something to drink, and they didn't even mind what they were drinking.

The scrivener box and the others did not move, and crouched on the edge of the position to observe carefully. There were not many Japanese soldiers on the position, and most of them were surrounded by puddles. As the rain continued to intensify, so did the puddles. The Japanese soldiers have been aggrieved and tortured for too long, and it is time to go crazy. Everyone is extremely greedy, an alternative.

The scrivener waved his hand and signaled to start moving. The six figures quickly dispersed, each rushing in different directions. The night was very thick, but it couldn't hide the murderous intention. Rainy nights, murderous ......