The scrivener crawled out of the puddle, covered in muddy water, and he approached the corpse again, and removed the melon grenade from the corpse. The pen and fun pavilion www.biquge.info swished, and a few grenades were thrown out.

Boom, boom...... A violent explosion sounded not far away. There were artillery positions, seven or eight cannons lined up, and shells were pouring down on the Uriel Heights. The chaotic fighting in the position delayed the firing of shells, and many artillerymen were dumbfounded. In any case, they did not expect that the enemy had penetrated deep into them. It was only when the grenade exploded around them that they realized how close death was to them. That fear has not yet been fully accepted by the brain, and the body has exploded. Flying shrapnel mixed with debris and rubble struck the artillerymen who were close by, and the flesh was blurred.

The scrivener threw out three more with his arm flung out, and the explosion resumed, and the cannon made of steel fell in all directions. The smoke covered the flying flesh, and the explosions covered the wails of pain. What's even more terrifying is that the explosion ignited some of the ammunition, and the violent explosion sound was like thunder falling from the sky, each one more violent than the other.

The scrivener was lying on the ground, clinging to the ground, with his head buried between his arms. Waves of air swept through the back of the head, and debris and rubble fell, covering the entire body. Such a consequence was something he did not expect, and he said that he should resign himself to fate, in case the blown up gun carriage or tree trunk fell on him, he could only admit bad luck.

The ears were buzzing with the sound of explosions, as if several trains were speeding close to their ears, and as if many horns were blowing at their ears. The brain is in chaos, and every cell is in a state of extreme numbness. The only thing you can do is to keep your head behind closed eyes.

I don't know how long the chaos lasted, but my ears gradually quieted down, and I didn't know when the explosion would end. I only know that my body is covered with a thick layer of soil, and it is difficult to even breathe. The scrivener was about to struggle to get up, when suddenly he felt a clatter next to him, and someone was approaching.

The scrivener lay motionless on the ground, and the voice was getting closer and closer, almost close to his body. can't wait any longer, in case the other party gives him a shot, wouldn't he die a very aggrieved death. The scrivener jumped up, and his body jumped violently while bringing up a puff of dust, and the whole person seemed to come out of the ground.

The person standing beside him never expected such a shocking change, and in a stunned moment, the bookcase had already jumped up and pounced on the other party. This is a surviving Japanese soldier who is cleaning the scene with a gun, and it would be a great credit to him to find someone who carried out a sneak attack, even if it was a corpse.

The appearance of the scrivener box was not too unexpected by the Japanese soldiers, and it was this way of appearing that was unexpected. A brief hesitation can be fatal. The scrivener threw the Japanese soldier to the ground, and grabbed the opponent's throat with both hands.

The Japanese soldiers struggled violently, using their limbs together, desperately pushing the bookbox out. But it didn't work, the hands of the scrivener box were like two pairs of pliers, and they didn't intend to let go when they pinched each other.

The Japanese soldiers' faces were flushed, they lacked oxygen, and their brain cells were gradually dying. The scrivener pinched the other party while looking around alertly, he was also anxious, in case another devil came out, it would be difficult to do.

The bushes to the northwest were rustling, and someone was approaching. The forehead of the scrivener began to sweat, and the devils under his hands were not dead yet, and there was another one, I was really afraid of something.

The struggle of the Japanese soldiers became weaker and weaker, and their faces were as purple as frosted eggplants. The movement on the other side of the bushes was getting louder and louder. The scrivener let go of his hand, snatched the gun from the Japanese soldier's hand, bang, bang, and smashed the opponent's head with the gun handle. Until blood splatters.

A head poked out of the bushes. The scrivener will not give the other party any chance, bang, bullets whizz away. There is no suspense about the headshot, because the distance is too close, with the marksmanship of the bookbox, it is difficult not to think of a headshot.

The gunfire had not yet completely dispersed, and a man emerged due west. The scrivener took advantage of the situation and pointed the muzzle of the gun.

"Company commander, don't shoot, it's me, it's me!" The man shouted eagerly, for he saw that the muzzle of the gun was aimed at it, and the bullet did not have long eyes.

The voice is very familiar, it is Zhao Yunlai. The scrivener put down the gun, "Old Zhao, are you still alive......" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a figure on the left side of Zhao Yunlai emerging from the bushes. "Get out of the way!" The scrivener roared.

Zhao Yunlai reacted quickly enough, and his body quickly crawled to the ground. Suddenly, a shuttle of bullets hit the trunk of a nearby tree, and the bark flew wildly.

Bang, bang, the scrivener box continued to shoot, and two Japanese soldiers fell in a pool of blood. His intuition told him that the situation was not good, and that there was such a big movement that all the Japanese soldiers were probably rushing to this side. He hid behind a large tree, and the rustling around him continued, and the first wave of Japanese soldiers had arrived. "Lao Zhao, hurry up!" He shouted at Zhao Yunlai.

At this time, Lao Zhao was already hiding behind the bunker, this guy was covered in dirt, and the shock from the explosion just now was not light.

Rustling, seven or eight Japanese soldiers appeared at the same time in the direction of Zhao Yunlai. The scrivener made a gesture at him, signaling to separate heads. Zhao Yunlai was experienced, and there was no superfluous expression, so he withdrew into the bushes.

The scrivener takes one last look at the scene to find the best route to retreat. I was nervous just now, and I didn't pay much attention to the environment around me. Only now did I notice that the surroundings were in tatters. Everywhere there was a scorched earth, and the rows of steel cannons were left with only a pair of rotten iron frames, and some of them did not even have iron frames left, leaving a charred crater in place. Patches of trees were blown to shreds, dozens of artillerymen were left without even corpses, and the smell of burnt was everywhere. A little farther away from the trees, you can see scattered bones hanging everywhere. The dismembered gun carriage also hung from the tree, and the black parts emitted faint black smoke.

The scrivener box is extremely happy, even if it is worth dying. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers arrived one after another, and the moment they saw the scene, they were all stupid, Mu Mu stood in place, and forgot to take revenge.

The scrivener raised his gun and pointed it at one of the Japanese soldiers, and there was no suspense in the headshot. The moment he was about to pull the trigger, he gave up again, because there was something more appealing than a headshot. In the center of the clearing were piles of ammunition boxes, most of which were stored in the shells, and only the part that had just exploded was the one that was ready to be dropped.

Seeing that Zhao Yunlai was walking away, the scrivener box also retreated, and it was no joke to detonate such a bunch of shells.

Suddenly, a Japanese soldier discovered the suspicion and ran towards the scrivener. Fortunately, the trees were dense enough that the bullets were blocked by the trunks and the bark flew around.

The scrivener box ran all the way, he was not in the mood to fight against the enemy, all his thoughts were on the ammunition box, once it was detonated, the psychological blow to the Japanese army would be devastating.

Suddenly, more Japanese soldiers rushed over to the scrivener. Bullets hit trees and the ground, kicking up puffs of dust and sawdust. The scrivener box hid behind a big tree and didn't dare to move again, the bullets were too dense, and it was definitely a high probability that he would be hit. He was secretly anxious, he originally planned to make a bath, and in the face of the siege of more than a dozen devils, it would be a bit fantastical to blow up the ammunition box again. But it's too unwilling to give up, so a lot of ammunition has been detonated, and it's exciting to think about. No, hold on for a while, and be sure to find a chance to start! The scrivener still doesn't want to give up.

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers fanned outflanked them, and the 100-style submachine guns suddenly erupted into flames. The scrivener box was suppressed several times when he tried to poke his head out. He was a little cold-hearted, even if he had three heads and six arms, even if he gave up his life, it would be difficult to achieve the goal. Even if you can get out alive is a question.

Sudden ...... Gunshots rang out from behind the Japanese soldiers, and two Japanese soldiers were pierced in the chest, falling to the ground with blood splashes. In any case, they did not expect that someone would attack behind them, and some of their companions fell to the ground, and the rest of them were in chaos.

The scrivener box can finally poke its head out, covered by trees, although there is no one in sight, but it is certain that Zhao Yunlai is here, and Lao Zhao is back!

"Lao Zhao, stay away, the ammunition box is about to explode!" The scrivener shouted. He was not afraid that the Japanese would hear it, because no one could understand the Chinese language, and even if they did, no one could stop it.

Sudden ...... The scrivener pulled the trigger, tongues of fire erupted, and dense bullets whistled out, hitting tree trunks, branches, and ammunition box shells.

The Japanese soldier looked frightened, and finally understood the intention of the scrivener, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined with surprise, fear, anger, and despair. Time seemed to stop, and they all froze in place, and they suddenly felt that all the battles had become meaningless, and the ammunition boxes had been destroyed...... They didn't dare to think about it. A few people reacted first and shot hysterically at the scrivener.

The scrivener box swept out the last shuttle bullet, and almost at the same time, there were bullets swept towards the ammunition box from another direction, and Lao Zhao was also working hard. The warhead hits the brass casing of the shell, making a clanging metallic impact.

The Japanese soldiers' faces turned pale, as if they had heard the sound of connecting to hell.

Boom, boom, boom, the violent explosion was overwhelming, and some Japanese soldiers were swept up into the sky by a huge wave of air before they could lie down in a hurry. The whole forest shuddered, and the loose gravel of the Uriel Heights rolled down. The nearby trees couldn't stand the huge flames that erupted from the explosion, and they were whirring and burning.

The scrivener was lying on the ground, holding his head in both hands, and the back and back of his head could feel the heat whirring and rolling. Even though I didn't see it with my own eyes, I could still feel that this explosion was many times more violent than the previous one, and it was definitely not a level. Huge amounts of dirt and gravel flew up into the air and fell down, crackling against the leaves. The choking smell of sulfur and burnt flesh permeated the air, and the oxygen seemed to burn clean and breathless.

The scrivener felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, his mind was swollen, his body was almost unconscious, and he did not know whether his body had been injured by shrapnel. Consciousness is gradually lost with a violent roar until he is completely unconscious......