At dawn, the east is white, and the sun is struggling to rise from the horizon. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info There is a light in the tunnel. The scrivener kept lying on the ground, and there was almost no movement except for the slightly undulating chest. He turned his head slightly to look behind him, no matter whether the Japanese killer was dead or alive, now was the time to make a final decision!

The scrivener turned his head slightly, and within a distance of less than two meters, a man fell in a pool of blood, and the saber was diagonally slanted. There is a large pool of blood on the ground, and the other party is estimated to be unable to live, and it is impossible to live even if there is so much blood.

At this time, Gong Daniu came over with a gun. Only then did the scrivener get up from the ground, raise his foot and kick the corpse on the ground, a little stiff, and the blood began to coagulate.

Gong Daniu kicked hard at the corpse with one big foot, and the stiff corpse rolled back and forth. Lao Gong is venting his anger, he was once cornered and seriously injured by this killer, and now he has finally taken revenge. The breath in my heart finally came out, and the whole person was also refreshed.

"Acting Company Commander, you are too powerful, I will accept it. I'll listen to you later. Gong Daniu cast an admiring look at the scrivener. It is not easy for him to say this, after all, Lao Gong is Lu Shuting's descendant, and he has always only listened to Lu Platoon Commander. The reason why I followed the scrivener all the way down is mainly because I respect the old generation as a man.

The scrivener smiled, "This is what you said, you killed the person yourself, and the person who should be thanked is yourself." ”

Gong Da Niu scratched his head, "That's right!" Then he realized something, and quickly shook his head, "Old Dai, you are making fun of me again, if you hadn't lured the devil over, people would have stood there and honestly let me fight?" ”

The scrivener waved his hand to signal that he would not talk about this for now, and now he had to withdraw quickly, once a large number of devils surrounded him, it would be a big trouble.

The two men withdrew from the tunnel and crawled down the trench to another bunker. This is the eastern part of the mountaintop, and the whiteness of the fish belly on the horizon is the first to be reflected here, and the visibility has been greatly improved. It was about to dawn, and the night finally did not lose their positions, and after dawn I did not know what kind of charge the Japanese soldiers would launch.

The scrivener box and Gong Daniu were all worried, they had already learned the madness of the Japanese soldiers, the front group fell, and the back group immediately pounced, and human life was cheaper than grass mustard at that time. It's only been a day, and there are still six days to go, and the devil knows what crazy moves the Japanese soldiers will make.

"By the way, old generation, what's going on with the explosion at the foot of the mountain?" Gong Daniu still doesn't quite understand. At that time, he held his position alone, and the whole earth trembled like hail of cannonballs, and the earth on the position lifted layer after layer. The criss-crossing trenches were blown to pieces. Fortunately, Lao Gong hid in the deepest tunnel, a full three meters underground, and was not overturned by the shell.

After the first round of bombardment, Gong Daniu drilled out of the tunnel, and at this time the Japanese vanguard was close to the edge of the mountaintop. Gong Daniu pulled the trigger and fired a burst of strafing, suppressing the Japanese soldiers on the periphery of the position. At the same time, bullets also flew over the other two hills, and from time to time Japanese soldiers fell to the ground, and Lu Shuting and the little monkey were also blocking them.

However, there were too many Japanese soldiers, and dozens of places rushed over the mountainside. Gong Daniu was quite struggling alone, and a gun couldn't cope with all directions no matter what. Fortunately, on the hill to the west, the small steel cannon was powerful, and most of the Japanese soldiers on the mountainside were cleared. Gong Da Niu got a rare respite.

Later, the Japanese artillery fired again and carpeted the position. The dirt was flying and the smoke was billowing out, and Gong Daniu hid in the tunnel again. However, it didn't last long, and the mountain suddenly exploded on its own. Smoke rose into the sky, and loose rocks fell down the mountain. Gong Daniu patted the soil on his body, looked at the earth-shattering scene under the mountain, and couldn't understand what the enemy was doing.

Later, gunshots rang out at the bottom of the mountain, and Gong Daniu figured out a little, it should be that the Japanese artillery position was attacked. It wasn't until the violent explosion happened again that Lao Gong finally confirmed his judgment. This explosion was several times more violent than the previous one, and clusters of flames burst out of the woods, and the mountains were very real, and the flames were taller than a tree of more than ten meters. The whole forest trembled, and the birds flew high into the air in terror, hovering in the air, not daring to fall for a long time.

Then, there is no then. The forest fell silent until darkness fell. Gong Da Niu was extremely excited, what a feat it was for the entire Japanese artillery position to be wiped out! Don't worry about the devil's artillery fire anymore. Without artillery, he had the confidence to hold on. For a long time, the Japanese soldiers did not attack again, the psychological gap was too great, it was difficult to adapt, the position was ended, and who was still in the mood to attack. It was not until midnight that several sporadic offensives were organized, all of which were beaten back by Lao Gong.

I see, the scrivener looks arrogant. "Lao Gong, if I tell you that the artillery position was destroyed by Lao Zhao and me, do you believe it?"

"Believe, of course! I guessed it was you. "Gong Daniu didn't hesitate at all." Old generation, it's great, I'm convinced! Gong Daniu stretched out his thumb.

The red sun finally climbed out of the horizon, and the light spilled into every corner of the mountain, and a new day came. The ruined positions were revealed, there were craters everywhere, there was charred black everywhere, and the entire hilltop was churned by shells. Some of the trunks that had not been burned clean were still emitting black smoke. The criss-crossing trenches were unrecognizable, and the large craters reached several meters in diameter. How fierce the artillery fire must have been yesterday, it is a miracle that Lao Gong survived.

"Lao Gong, you are big enough, so fierce artillery fire didn't kill you. When I return to China in the future, I am sure that I will be able to give birth to three babies. "The scrivener appreciates the burly and heroic Gong Daniu from the bottom of my heart. When the soldiers are like Gong Da Niu, why worry about the indestructibility of the Japanese army.

Gong Daniu frowned, "Don't mention yesterday's incident, it didn't shock me to death, and my ears are almost deafening." A lot of cannonballs can cut down the mountain by a foot, and the little devil has made a lot of money. I listened to the explosions and laughed, and you said that if the little devil knew that there was no one on the battlefield, he would be mad. Speaking of this, Lao Gong's eyebrows became fluttering again, obviously satisfied with yesterday's deployment.

"Old generation, I used to disagree with you in many things, including coming to India. But I was convinced by yesterday's incident. Gong Daniu said while yawning, after staying up all night, he is a little sleepy now.

"You take a nap first, I'll call you if there's something." The scrivener said.

Gong Daniu was very obedient this time, and immediately fell asleep as soon as his head tilted. I haven't had a good rest for two days and two nights, my body has reached a limit, and my mental strength has reached a critical point. The scrivener box was not comfortable, but he had to persevere, and he was the only one on the battlefield now. I don't know what happened to the brothers in other places, and the scrivener was on guard and thinking wildly.

The morning was quiet and somewhat unbelievable. "I don't know what the enemy is up to." The scrivener thought to himself, the more this happened, the more unsettling it became, perhaps the devil was brewing a more violent attack, and the silence at this time was just a precursor to the storm. However, after thinking about it, the base camp of the devil has been eliminated, and now the morale is low, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to organize an effective attack.

Approaching ten o'clock in the morning, there was still no movement, Lao Gong woke up from his sleep and changed shifts with the scrivener. This is a habit that has been formed in Savage Mountain for several months, no matter how sleepy and tired it is, to rotate on time after a few hours to ensure that everyone gets a rest.

Without too much communication, the scrivener fell asleep, and Gong Daniu took on the vigilance task. When the sun was in the sky, it was a little hot and dry, and water became a big problem. This is a mountainous area with a lack of water sources, and drinking water is a major problem in the mountainous areas of northern Myanmar during the dry season, when rainfall becomes scarce.

Gong Da Niu carefully collected the dew drops on the branches of the bushes, hoping to relieve his urgent needs. The British had left some of the water behind when they left, but it was all scrapped in yesterday's bombing.

Gong Da Niu carefully collected the dew drops from the branches in the palm of his hand, and then added them to his mouth with the tip of his tongue, accumulating a lot, and quenching his thirst more often. Lao Gong scolded his grandmother while collecting the dew, apparently the dew around him had been collected once by the scrivener box, and the most watery part was taken.

Bang, a gunshot broke the silence, and the scrivener woke up from his sleep for the first time, and subconsciously held the pistol beside him. Gong Daniu was looking at the mountains to the west, where the gunshots came from. Over there is the area guarded by the little monkey and Kong Zhaoqiang, and it seems that they are being targeted.

Bang, bang, gunshots rang out on the other side, it was the hill where Lu Shuting was.

Hearing the sound of gunshots, the scrivener felt a lot more relieved, and having a battle meant that the comrades were still alive, which was very morale-boosting. The muzzle of the scrivener box pointed to the sky, and two shots were fired with a bang.

"Old man, what are you doing?" Gong Daniu's face was full of doubts.

"Tell Lao Lu and Lao Kong that we are still alive." The scrivener replied.

Gong Daniu nodded, I see, "But...... If you put the gun, we'll be exposed. ”

The scrivener was right to think about it, but I was so excited just now that I forgot about this stubble. Gotta move now. The scrivener looked around carefully, and there was not even a single fly in silence. Yesterday's indiscriminate bombardment killed the animals here and scared them away. He suddenly realized a problem: the current position was no longer in danger to defend, the trenches and bunkers had been blown up in a mess, and the Japanese soldiers would enter the position as soon as they charged, and then it would be hand-to-hand combat. The sniping of the other two hills has become meaningless, and they are also being attacked.

"Old Gong, we have to change our tactics. I can't stay here any longer. ”