Bang, there are gunshots. The sound of the pen www.biquge.info opened the prelude to the battle, followed by the sound of gunfire. Lines of fire flew across the position like lightning. Roars and moans burst out, drowning in the rain......

Like a bloodthirsty devil, the scrivener box slaughtered the Japanese soldiers by the puddle, flashing in the lines of fire, and the corpses fell in the blood one after another. Massacres in several other directions were also taking place. Their appearance on the position was greatly unexpected by the Japanese soldiers, and the guys who were devoting themselves to fetching water were subjected to a complete sneak attack, and it is not too much to say that they were slaughtered. Caught off guard, he was almost wiped out by the scrivener and others, and the few remaining guys had just recovered their senses, and the bullets had already penetrated their bodies......

The rain was heavier, pouring down, and the craters became small ponds. In the trenches, a row of figures stood upright, the rain hitting their faces, washing the blood from their faces. The rain dripped through the uniforms and turned a faint red.

"Count." A voice with sonorous words is a scrivener.

One two three four five. The scrivener is quite gratifying, a lot, is there anything more worthy of joy than this. "Brothers, we have recaptured our positions, and this is a credit to everyone. Three days, three more days, as long as you get through it, you can complete the mission. "The scrivener box gives everyone a boost.

"There's nothing to say, kill all the little devils who dare to offend." Gong Daniu made a statement.

The scrivener patted Lao Gong on the shoulder: "I don't want any brothers to have an accident in the next three days, everyone will go back alive and wait for the big counterattack in the future." Avenge the dead brothers! ”

A few words aroused everyone's emotions, revenge, revenge! Six people were scattered in different directions on the top of the mountain, waiting for the battle. It won't be long before the Japanese soldiers will make a comeback, water is no longer a shortcoming, and a real showdown is about to take place.

The rain was like a column, as if to compensate for the drought of the previous days. The scrivener was lying in the trench, with water under him, and the water flowed down the trench from high to low, and he was more like lying in a small river. I was already soaking wet, and the water was coming from the left side into my clothes and coming out from the right side. I was cold. But he didn't dare to move, the enemy might be nearby, and every small movement was fatal.

Suddenly, there was a gunshot behind him, and the fire flashed, like a thunderbolt. It was the position of the little monkey, and the Japanese soldiers attacked from his defensive point. The little monkey's combat power is the weakest among the six, and the enemy chose his position to attack, and the scrivener has no bottom in his heart. I had the heart to go over and help, but this direction would be vacant, so I had to give up.

Bang Bang Bang ...... A figure came running through the rain. There was soft mud all over the ground, and when you stepped on it, you fell into it, and the speed of the other party was not fast. Bang, the scrivener pulls the trigger, and the line of fire penetrates the rain curtain to attack the target. Poof, the figure was planted in the mud and never got up again.

Da Da Da ...... The lines of fire flew and all hit the location of the scrivener. The old generation retreated into the trenches, letting the line of fire run overhead. He crawled along the trench to another place, his limbs and chest pressed against the bottom of the trench, the water almost spilling his back, and he tried to tilt his head to keep it from getting into his nostrils.

After climbing out for about ten meters, the scrivener poked its head out again. Two dark shadows were approaching under the cover of fire. The scrivener pulled the trigger, bang, bang, two shots, and the black shadow fell into the mud and convulsed, never getting up again. Click, click, and the bullet immediately swept towards the location of the scrivener. The old generation retracted into the trench again and shifted his position against the bottom of the trench.

Suddenly, Lu Shuting shot bullets to support the scrivener. Lao Lu has not exchanged fire, watching others fighting lively, he was anxious, and when he saw that the scrivener was tight, he immediately crossed the fire to cover. It was a difficult offensive and defensive battle, and the loss of positions was unacceptable to the Japanese soldiers, who launched a desperate attack despite all the unfavorable conditions.

The heavy rain did not stop until dawn, and the Japanese soldiers, exhausted, gradually slowed down the offensive, after all, running through the mud is not an easy task.

The group of people in the scrivener box finally had a chance to breathe, and the old generation took out a handful of dry food from his pocket. In fact, it can no longer be called dry food, and the rain has soaked the biscuits into a paste, mixed with muddy water, and it looks like a piece of in your hand. He stuffed it into his mouth to fill his growling belly. The rain was decreasing, but it did not stop, and the rain covered the entire forest, and the ground was covered with water stains. According to this momentum, it will be difficult for the Japanese soldiers to organize an effective attack, and it will be even more difficult to climb the mountain than to ascend to the sky. After another day, the scrivener box silently calculated.

In the evening, the rain has decreased again, but it has not stopped. Trenches and craters were filled with stagnant water, forming small ponds crisscrossing them. A trickle of water flowed down from the top of the mountain, and the thoroughly soaked soil could not withstand the gravity, and in some places there were landslides.

The scrivener told the brothers that they could take turns to rest, and it was impossible for the Japanese soldiers to fight again in such an environment. You can get a good night's sleep again. There are still two days left to survive tonight, and victory is in sight.

The night was quite peaceful, not even a single shot was fired. The rain continued to decrease, and the drizzle was pouring down into the forest, ready to stop at any moment. The clouds were thick and it was late in the morning. At dawn, a thin mist began to coalesce and gradually thickened, soon enveloping the entire forest.

The fog was so thick that there was no one on the other side, and it was impossible to distinguish anything from a few meters away. The six people in the scrivener were huddled in the middle of the position, the ground was covered with charred tree trunks and branches, and there was water everywhere, and there was no place to stay. It was still Kong Zhaoqiang who came up with the method of picking up rotten wood and laying it under his feet.

"Company commander, do you think the devils will take advantage of the fog to sneak attack?" The little monkey was a little uneasy.

"Sneak up on his mother's eggs, if they come up alive, even if they have a seed!" Gong Daniu interjected first.

"That's right, this kind of ghost weather goes up the mountain, purely looking for death." Kong Zhaoqiang agreed.

The scrivener didn't say anything, touching the wet clothes in a daze, "It would be nice if I could make a fire and dry the clothes." ”

This sentence said to everyone's heart, yes, how good it would be to build a fire, roast and eat barbecue over a bonfire, that situation...... Gee...... Someone couldn't help but drool.

The scrivener said in a commanding tone, "Little monkey." ”

"Yes." The little monkey replied.

"I order you to pick up a pile of dry wood and make a fire." The scrivener commanded.

"Yes." The little monkey stood up and carried out the task. Just took two steps and stopped, "Company commander...... Where can I find dry firewood in this ghost weather? ”

Hahaha...... The crowd burst into laughter. "Come back, the company commander is teasing you."

The little monkey touched his head and returned to the same place. The company commander still has the heart to joke, indicating that there is not much danger now, and the devil may really not be able to come up. He began to dream of campfires and barbecues again. The barbecue is easy to say, there are corpses on the battlefield, just cut a few pieces, but dry firewood is too difficult to find......