The scrivener gathers the friends together and withdraws. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoA few people took advantage of the darkness to get into the dense forest. The Japanese soldiers had a premonition that the opponent was going to retreat, but there was no effective way to stop it, so they could only release a few empty guns to vent their anger.

The six of them rushed all the way down the mountain, near the foot of the mountain, and Zhao Yunlai led the way to turn eastward, heading straight for a hill in front of them. The Uriel Heights are surrounded on all sides by hills, some tall and some low, some large and some small. Zhao Yunlai took the lead, and the others followed. No one spoke, only footsteps and the rustle of bodies rubbing against the bushes. There was nothing special about the hill they were driving on, it was dark from afar, and intuitively it was much shorter than the Uriel Heights.

"No, I can't walk." Kong Zhaoqiang said hoarsely. A day and a night without a drop of water, and still have to fight the enemy all the time, it is a miracle to hold on until now.

"I can't do it either, my throat is smoking." Gong Daniu echoed, leaning against a big tree and panting.

Their painful scrivener is deeply felt, how can they not be suffering, their throats can almost breathe fire, their chapped lips and teeth are glued together, and the slightest movement can bring a gap. Dry eyes, hot bodies, and dizzy heads are a precursor to heat stroke. The reason why he can still stand now is completely supported by a spiritual force.

Although the breakthrough was successful, everyone did not have much joy, the position was lost, and it was extremely difficult to recapture it. There is a lack of water, everyone is short of water, and it is a question of whether they can survive tonight. Everyone's hearts are like pressing a mountain, what about living, if you can't complete the task, you still have the face to live?

Zhao Yunlai spoke, it was his intention to take this road, and he needed to say something. "Hold on for another ten minutes, there is a waterhole in front of you, and ...... when the time comes" Before Lao Zhao finished speaking, Gong Daniu couldn't wait to interject: "Really? Don't bluff people, you can't talk nonsense. ”

"Of course it's true, let's go." Zhao Yunlai took the lead and continued to hurry.

No one spoke anymore and continued to move forward in silence.

After another quarter of an hour, he was at the foot of the hill, and the black hills pressed overhead, covering most of the starry sky.

"Where's the water?" Gong Daniu couldn't wait, if Lao Zhao dared to lie to him, he would definitely play with his life.

Zhao Yunlai pointed to the side and said, "That's not it, you can drink as much as you want." ”

Gong Daniu walked in the direction of his finger, muttering as he walked: "Dare to fool people, break your legs......" Before the words were finished, poof, the person disappeared.

There is water! There really is water! The rest of the people rushed forward like crazy, poof, poof, and someone dived in a row. Rushing...... Someone was having fun in the water.

Only Zhao Yunlai was an exception, standing alone on the shore, holding a gun on guard. Since he found the water, he must have been filled with water before. A quarter of an hour later, he began to call out to the people in the water: "Have you all drunk enough, come up, maybe there will be a devil to fetch water in a while." ”

This sentence worked very well, and the people in the water climbed ashore one after another, and everyone looked satisfied. I can't help but sigh in my heart: water, sometimes it's really a good thing, better than the delicacies of the mountains and the sea!

"You say the devils will come to fetch water, too?" The scrivener brings the conversation to the point.

Zhao Yunlai replied affirmatively: "Yes." And there's a good chance it's coming tonight. ”

The scrivener's eyes lit up, and he understood Zhao Yunlai's intentions, "What do you mean...... Waiting for the rabbit? ”

Zhao Yunlai picked up a stone and threw it into the water, and ...... The sound of water echoes in the night. "It's not just a matter of waiting for the rabbit, as long as you hold this pool, it's not difficult to regain your position." Lao Zhao is very confident.

The phrase was so appealing that everyone came over and said, "Really? "It's everyone's voice. Lao Zhao's words were too tempting. The loss of the position is a sharp sword hanging over everyone's head, even if it is death, the position must be recaptured, otherwise there will be no face to return to the Allied base.

"Of course it's true, as far as I know, there is only this one water source within a radius of tens of miles. Guarding it is tantamount to choking the devil's throat. Zhao Yunlai said seriously, with a smug look on his face.

The mood of the scrivener suddenly turned over, like seeing the sun through the clouds, and the haze in my heart was instantly dispelled. Lao Zhao's words are too important, and it can be said that they can directly affect the entire battle situation. The area around the Uriel Heights is surrounded by hills, and there are really no streams to be found along the way. The mountains on the Indo-Burmese border are very different from the Savage Mountains, where rivers are scarce and swamps are rare, and the mountains are taller and steeper than the Savage Mountains, unlike the Savage Mountains, where the streams crisscross and swamp are dense. It is not impossible to say that there are no streams or water sources within a radius of tens of miles. In particular, the special topography around the Uri Plateau determines the scarcity of water here.

The scrivener saw the dawn of victory, "How did you discover this secret?" He asked.

Zhao Yunlai made a long story short, after ending the Japanese artillery position, he was lucky not to be killed, mainly because he was far away from the center of the explosion and was less affected. After the explosion, he lost contact with the scrivener, and Lao Zhao originally planned to go up the mountain to find Gong Daniu. It was too dark to get lost, and I accidentally walked here, just in time for a Japanese soldier to draw water. Lao Zhao secretly heard the conversation of the Japanese soldiers, and learned from them that this Wangtan water was the only source of water. Originally, the Japanese soldiers' base camp had a store of drinking water, but the explosion destroyed everything, and they had to get water from here.

After roughly that, of course, there are many twists and turns, Lao Zhao encountered five Japanese soldiers during the time he was lost, if he was not alert enough, he would have already become the prey of the other party. When he rushed to the Ben Uri Heights again, he met Lu Shuting halfway.

Everyone was extremely excited, the battle had taken a turn, and the recapture of the Uriel Heights became possible.

The scrivener looked up at the towering hills in front of him, and the black pressure pressed against the top of his head. "Lao Lu, Lao Kong and Lao Zhao are ambushed on the left side, and Little Monkey and Lao Gong are ambushed with me on the right side. Once a devil comes to fetch water, hit the fuck! ”

The crowd did not linger and acted according to the plan. The Japanese soldiers will come at any time, and there is no time to delay, so they must occupy the advantageous position first, and wait for the rabbit when the time comes. Everyone should bring as much water as they can, as the waterhole is about to turn into a Jedi and no one can approach it.

The night was dark, and the six men divided into two teams and climbed up the hill. Before they could reach their designated position, there was already movement below, and two black figures emerged from the bushes, carrying buckets of water in their hands.

"It's coming so fast." The scrivener secretly rejoiced, fortunately, it was in time, otherwise it would have been an encounter. The little monkey holds the gun and aims, ready to shoot. Gong Da Niu stopped him and signaled not to startle the snake, and he would deal with it. Oh, Lao Gong pulled out a dagger.

The scrivener knew what he was going to do, and patted Lao Gong on the shoulder to signal everything to be careful. Lao Gong pouted his ass and climbed down the mountain, his movements were a little clumsy, much like a black bear.

The scrivener box and the little monkey closely watched the movement by the waterhole, and the reason why they didn't shoot and let Gong Daniu take the risk. The main consideration is not to startle the snake, it is best to kill the enemy quietly. The scrivener is still worried, one to two, can Lao Gong do it. It must have been fine before, but now he has injuries on his body, and his movements are restricted, which makes people not so reassuring.

Gong Da Niu quietly descended the mountain, approaching the waterhole little by little. The Japanese soldiers did not leave immediately, but washed themselves in the pool. It is a luxury to be able to bathe in the jungle for a long day, covered in stinky sweat. They never dreamed that danger was looming.

The scrivener didn't even dare to blink his eyes, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the waterhole, once Gong Daniu's action was unfavorable, he would pull the trigger as soon as possible. It is best to assassinate, if not, you can only use a gun, and Lao Gong is absolutely not allowed to make any mistakes.

The Japanese soldiers swam around in the pool, but Gong Daniu couldn't find a chance to start, he couldn't go into the water, that would make a lot of movement, and there was no cover in the pool.

The scrivener was always restless, and his intuition told him that something was going to be wrong. He asked the little monkey to observe closely, and went down to help Lao Gong himself. One person against one has a much better chance of winning. He crept cautiously down the hill, the trees were so dense that he would make a sound if he wasn't careful, and his speed was greatly limited.

Belch...... A murmur echoed through the night. Gong Da Niu made a move. The scrivener sped up, hoping to help Lao Gong. Just climbed down the hill, a figure came in front of me, and it could be seen from the outline that it was Lao Gong.

"Killed?" The scrivener asked in a low voice.

"Hey......" Gong Daniu sighed.

The scrivener box is a little puzzled, didn't Lao Gong kill the devil? No, if he hadn't been killed, he would have come back alive? It's a situation where you don't die with the devil, and it's hard to go your own way. "What the hell is going on?" The scrivener box is a little cloudy.

"Don't mention it, Platoon Commander Lu made the devil first, and didn't leave any for me." Gong Da Niu was sullen.

I see, the scrivener breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly had a new plan, whether he could leave alone by the waterhole, and maybe he would receive a lot of goods in one night. Gong Daniu immediately said that he would stay, he held his breath, he had to kill a few devils with his own hands. The scrivener gave a few words and returned to the sniper point on the mountain.

Looking down from the sniper point, you can directly look down at the waterhole, and there are no dead ends. Great for sniping. And the sniper point is very hidden, right behind a boulder. People hiding behind can block thousands of troops, not to mention bullets, and grenades can't penetrate them.

The night is very dark, and you can see the stars through the gaps in the trees. The chirping of insects from near and far is intertwined, adding a lot of life to the night. The air is a little stuffy, in the hometown of the scrivener, it is the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, and it is different here, it still seems to be in the middle of summer.

The scrivener cheered up the little monkey, such a sultry night, the Japanese soldiers must be very difficult, and there will be devils to fetch water.

Swarms of mosquitoes fluttered overhead, and everyone had a big bag on them. There's nothing to say, bear with it.