The sun's rays are obscured by the highest hills, and when the sky darkens, swarms of mosquitoes flutter overhead, waiting for an opportunity to suck blood. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info scrivener lurked in the position motionless, although the weather was unbearably hot, but the clothes had to be tightly wrapped around the body. Wrap your head, hands and feet tightly so that mosquitoes don't have a chance to get their mouths. Mosquitoes in the rainforest are surprisingly large and resemble small bees when they suck blood.

The evening and the first half of the night are the most rampant times for mosquitoes, and although the scrivener is wrapped tightly enough, there are still a few big bags on the body, which are painful and itchy, and I want to reach out and scratch them. But he held back, any slight movement could attract deadly bullets, compared to bullets, a few big bags are a bird! Survive the evening, and things will get a little better......

A figure crossed not far away, it was his own person changing the guard. The tranquility of the night does not mean the tranquility of the enemy, and the Japanese soldiers do not want to occupy this high ground all the time, and it is normal for them to sneak attack at night. The scrivener lurked in a relatively dry place, keeping a close eye on the position ahead. In the first half of the night, he and Zhao Yun were on duty.

As the minutes ticked by, the night grew deeper and darker. The night is actually the hardest to endure, not only to be wary of enemies, but also to endure sleepiness, hunger, and mosquito infestation.

150 meters ahead, a dark shadow was moving slowly, and its movements were very stealthy, and it was very clever to use shrubs and rocks as cover. But he still didn't escape the eyes of the scrivener, he was born in the mountains, and he followed his grandfather into the mountains to hunt at night since he was a child, and he developed a pair of owl-style night vision eyes.

As soon as the enemy infiltrated the bushes in front of him, he was locked in the scrivener, and the reason why he didn't shoot was to see what the other party was up to. Blackwood? Sneak attack? Still is......

The shadow spun around in the bushes and did not leave for several minutes. A few minutes is long enough on a murderous battlefield to make a person die many times. Soon the scrivener saw that as he thought, the other party was picking mushrooms in the bushes.

In the middle of the positions of both sides there is a bush, covered with dead branches and leaves, and every day all kinds of mushrooms are drilled, black and white and colored. In the eyes of the soldiers, who were desperately short of food, these were all delicacies from God, but unfortunately no one dared to pick them, unless he did not want to live. The enemy's guns were always aimed at the area, and of course the muzzles of the scrivener's were always aimed there, and they knew that the Japanese soldiers also coveted this delicacy.

Both sides were hungry, but no one dared to pick them. Delicious traps, everyone understands the truth. Tonight, the Japanese soldiers actually came up with the idea of mushrooms. The scrivener admires the courage of the other party, this is to fight for food with his life!

The mushroom picker is a female soldier, and her full breasts and woman's unique charm can't hide the eyes of the scrivener. He guessed the identity of the other party, maybe she was a cook, and wanted to make a hearty breakfast for the desperately hungry soldiers; Maybe she's a nurse who just wants to satisfy the desire of a seriously wounded person to eat before she dies. Whatever the motives, she's been treated with plenty of respect from Scrivebox. But respect is respect, and his muzzle is always locked on her vital point.

"Women really shouldn't be involved in war!" The scrivener thought secretly. A woman had never died under his gun. He could see the figure in the bushes trembling slightly, a fear of death. But the demand for food temporarily overtook the fear of death, so she came.

Bang, a line of fire cut through the dark night sky and disappeared into the bushes in an instant. The female mushroom picker fell down and slant in the thick grass. She had already retreated to the very edge of the bushes, and it only took a dozen seconds to evacuate to safety. But the scrivener did not give her a chance, and the roaring bullet pierced her heart and took her life. The scrivener takes pity on the woman, but will not let go of any enemy.

After a moment of silence, countless lines of fire erupted from the Japanese position, and there was only one target: the scrivener. Fortunately, he had expected it, and all his bodies retracted into cover, and he quickly moved into the distance with his prostrate body. Shooting at night was easily exposed, and he had to leave as soon as possible. The prostrate posture is also a kind of torment, the chest, armpits, crotch and other ulcerated parts have just scabbed, and the scabs and rupture under the friction of the stones, and the pus and blood quickly soaked the close-fitting clothes, which is very painful and itchy.

Boom, a bomb fell on the place where the scrivener box was lurking just now, and the stones flew wildly. Fortunately, he moved in time, otherwise he would have been blown up into the sky like a stone. The Japanese soldiers, anxious for revenge, used small steel cannons.

The hysterical venting of the Japanese soldiers lasted only a few minutes, and then came to an abrupt end, and the two sides confronted each other for many days, and the ammunition consumption was huge, and no one was rich in ammunition.

A Japanese soldier ran towards the bushes with his waist bent, apparently trying to collect the bodies of female soldiers. Ants and leeches in the rainforest have an almost insane appetite for human flesh, and a corpse that is eroded by ants and leeches will be completely depleted within a few hours, and only a pile of bones will be left when the rain is heavy. This is the terrifying magic of Savage Mountain. Therefore, if you want to save the whole body of your comrades, you must bury them in the shortest possible time. The Japanese soldier knew this very well, and he had to get rid of the body in the shortest possible time.

Bump, a crisp gunshot, the Japanese soldier who had just walked to the edge of the bush fell to the ground, most of his head was cut off by the whistling bullets. This time the scrivener did not shift his position again, he got into a small cave, and no matter how hard the enemy artillery fire was, it was useless.

After a brief retaliatory response, the Japanese stopped a lot, knowing that it would be difficult to retrieve the bodies without cover, which was tantamount to a dream. But if they didn't get the bodies back, by dawn they would probably see two white skeletons in military uniforms.

Time passed minute by minute, and darkness could not stop the confrontation and murder between the two sides. But the initiative is on the side of the scrivener, and he is more like an angler, waiting for his prey to take the bait. Finally, a Japanese soldier couldn't bear it, this guy was a stunned young man, the big man of 1.9 meters rushed out of the position very conspicuously, picked up the corpse of the female soldier and ran to the position. However, his speed of running is negligible compared to bullets. Bang, a line of fire pierced the night sky and hit the stunned thigh. The guy fell down with his body tilted, and then he got up again, carrying the corpse on his back and continuing to walk.

The scrivener knew that this shot was fired by his companion Zhao Yunlai, and his vision was not good at night, so he missed it. Zhao Yunlai, who was not far away, made a gesture to the bookbox, he was very excited, and he was experiencing the thrill of hunting. The scrivener can't get excited, this stunned Japanese soldier has a stubbornness, very much like his sacrificial comrade-in-arms Ge Erdan.

Ge Erdan's sacrifice has always been an eternal pain in the scrivener's heart, knowing that there are mines in front of him, Ge Erdan still rushed up like a hungry wolf and used his body to open a passage.

This big Japanese soldier is not the same. There is no mercy, there is just a kind of sympathy, and the war makes everything cruel. The scrivener box was aimed at the head of the Japanese soldier and gently pulled the trigger. Sometimes it is also a sign of respect for the enemy to let them go on the road happily. This is the only bit of humanity that can be preserved on the battlefield.

The three corpses lay horizontally on the edge of the bushes, only a few dozen meters from the Japanese position, but they became an insurmountable moat. It's still early in the morning, and the game of slaughter is far from over.

The third Japanese soldier who came to collect the corpse was a cunning fellow, who relied on boulders and trees as cover, and stopped advancing at a distance of about ten meters from the corpse, because there was no cover in front of him. The guy hooked the clothes on the corpse with a long bamboo pole and pulled it back little by little.

Under the repeated drag of the bamboo pole, the female soldier's shirt was lifted, revealing her white belly, which was very eye-catching in the night. The female soldier is very young, and her proud breasts stand stubbornly, as if she is fighting against fate. The scrivener closed his eyes, and his mind was full of images of his wife before she died, how similar it is now. From then on, he was determined to wipe out the invaders! If there was no war, they would all be good mothers, feeding healthy offspring with full milk, which is what women should do. It is cruel to involve women in war.

The scrivener gestured to Zhao Yunlai, signaling not to shoot. The body of the female soldier was finally pulled back by her companions. When the other party used the same method to pull the two male corpses, the scrivener shot. He can preserve the last dignity for female soldiers, but not for male soldiers, he will never forget the death of his wife, everything is caused by them. Devil, what an apt description, since then the devil has become the eternal hatred in the heart of the scrivener. Only bullets and butcher knives can soothe the hatred in the heart.

Bang, the bullet roared away with hatred, and the Japanese soldier on the opposite side was too careless, and his arm was inadvertently exposed outside the cover as he pulled the corpse with a bamboo pole. Although the time is short, it is enough for a scrivener. Although the Garand rifle is not a professional sniper rifle, the scrivener has been used to the level of a sniper rifle. This rifle is the main equipment of the US Army, and it is full of power, ten times stronger than the "Hanyang-made" and "Zhongzheng rifles" that are outdated in China. It is a notch higher than the Saka-style rifle, the main armament of the Japanese Army, and the Southern Fourteen pistol. For the first time, the scrivener experienced what it was like to fight in a state of better equipment than the Japanese army, and for the first time, he had a sense of superiority and full of confidence.

The arms of the Japanese soldiers were shattered by bullets, and the heart-rending howls pierced the night sky, making people feel palpitations. The scrivener hated the scream, and he was going to bury it forever with a bullet. According to his assumptions, after being shot, the Japanese soldier would be in a state of confusion due to severe pain, and the vital parts of his body would be exposed from the bunker, and even if it was only for a second, he would end the opponent's life.

It's a pity that things are not as expected, although the other party howls in pain, but the action is not out of shape, and the vital point of the body is not exposed. This is something that the scrivener did not expect, and the endurance of the other party is beyond imagination.