The scrivener secretly wondered, did someone not leave? The most dangerous places are sometimes the safest, and perhaps there are companions who choose to stay. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sudden ...... Not far away, a series of gunfire erupted, and the target was aimed at a certain place on the top of the opposite hill. A large tree on the top of the mountain suddenly shook and someone fell from the tree.

Their own people are fighting back, this is the judgment of the scrivener. Worthy of being the selected elite of the troops, after a short period of passivity, the Allied special operations team began to fight back. Apparently they discovered some of the enemy's hiding locations and began to selectively counterattack. Instead of getting involved, the scrivener closely captures the trajectory of the bullet's flight, trying to find the enemy at its source. If you blindly fight indiscriminately, you won't necessarily hurt a single hair of the devil if you run out of bullets.

Da Da Da ...... Doodoo ...... The counterattack just now was met with a frantic retaliation from the enemy, and countless bullets swept towards the target area. It can be said that it is an attack regardless of the cost and consequences, and a dense stream of bullets is pouring down. The bark and leaves were flying wildly, and an area of more than ten meters in a radius of more than ten meters had to be swept away by bullets, and the dense shrubs and branches were scattered in all directions, as if blown by the strong wind, and it was a mess.

The scrivener frowned, and the direction of the attack was on the mountainside less than a hundred meters below him, and he could see it clearly. The scene was so tragic that almost all the leaves and branches were knocked off, and only the bare trunk remained. The enemy's fire was so fierce that I don't know which of our comrades was besieged, and if they hadn't been transferred in time, their bones would have been beaten to slag.

The scrivener was glad that he did not act rashly, and the enemy was not only numerous, but also fierce, almost all machine guns. The best way to use in jungle combat is a machine gun, which has a large attack range and fast bullet speed, sweeping a large area. In contrast, sniper rifles, rifles, and pistols are not suitable, because the probability of finding the enemy in jungle combat is not large, and the requirements for shooting accuracy are not high, and what is highlighted is the frequency of bullets and the range of strikes, which is precisely the shortcomings of sniper rifles, rifles, and pistols. Exposing oneself in the face of the disparity in firepower between the enemy and the enemy is purely looking for death.

After a round of attacks, the Allied team suffered a small loss, and I don't know what the situation of the attacked companions was, and there was almost no chance of being spared from the scene.

This time, the Allied squad learned to be obedient, and no one fought back. It's not cost-effective to kill an enemy and put yourself in it.

The scrivener also honestly retracted his head into the grass, waiting for the opportunity to break through.

The battle situation fell into one side, and the Japanese soldiers shot everywhere like chicken blood, in exchange for indifference, and then shot, in exchange for indifference. The vast mountains stretch as far as the eye can see, and hiding a few people is like hiding a few small fish in a bay. No matter how sharp the harpoon is, it is difficult to reap the rewards.

I don't know how long it took for the Japanese soldiers to lose interest in shooting, the gunfire gradually thinned out, and the mountains gradually calmed down.

A mountain breeze blew, it was cool, the trees were shivering, and the leaves were rustling.

The scrivener poked his head out of the bushes again, and took a closer look at the surrounding mountains. Only then did it turn out that this place was actually a Jedi, with a river in the southeast and a river in the southwest, which converged not far ahead, forming a natural barrier, blocking the east, west, and south directions. Only the north has no barriers, and the mountains are connected to each other and stretch all the way to the endless sky. However, he did not think that the north was a way of survival, and since the enemy had set up an ambush, he would inevitably lay heavy troops in the north, and perhaps now he was just waiting for them to take the bait. Further north is an unavailable route.

The scrivener looked at the river in front of him in a daze, although the river is not wide and the water flow is not fast, but it is more difficult to cross the river than to climb to the sky. Because there is no cover on the river, the enemy only needs to hold on to the top of the hill with one man and one gun, and anyone who crosses the river will become prey.

The scrivener frowned, this time it really became a turtle in an urn. Now it is not the enemy who is in a hurry, it is yourself, how many days can you hold out without food and ammunition? I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for two days!

From time to time, the wind pressed down on the trees, exposing what was normally hidden in the dense forest. The same is true for people, as strong winds can crush trees and shrubs very low, exposing those who lurk in them.

Dada, dada...... Two fiery snakes shot out one after another from the top of the opposite hill, both of which were targeted on the mountainside on the side of the scrivener, and the enemy should have captured the target. I don't know who was so unlucky to be discovered by the devil, Ardis or who among the six Arhats? The scrivener pointed the sniper rifle at the top of the hill opposite.

I have to say that this newly developed rifle is so powerful that it is nearly 500 meters away from the opposite mountain, and it is suddenly approached through the scope, as if every grass and tree on the mountain is within reach. A scrivener is looking back and forth within a locked area. The wind blew the trees, exposing the previously hidden places, and soon it was discovered that a devil in a green military uniform was watching down the mountain, crawling slowly with a gun in one hand, he was changing positions, and then turned laterally after firing the gun.

However, it was still a step too late, and in the scope, the scrivener box could be seen very clearly, and even the mud spots on the other party's clothes could be seen. In the center of the scope is carved a black cross, a cross that symbolizes death. When the center of the cross was aimed at the other's head, the scrivener pulled the trigger.

Bang, the bullet made a trajectory and whizzed away, with the mission of hunting. Almost at the same time, a cloud of blood erupted from the devil's neck. He struggled, he was unwilling, but it was useless. The bullet burst through the artery in his neck, and the blood gushed out for only half a minute, and there was no sign of struggle.

Naturally, the scrivener box will not keep staring, and it will quickly transfer the moment the gun is fired. He can follow the trajectory of bullets to find others, and others can find him. He crawled slowly and bent over, the bushes still shaking with their drive. It doesn't matter, the forest is so big, the wind is so strong, no one will notice him.

The scrivener was resettled a few dozen meters away. Perhaps it was his firing that aroused the desire of the others to fight, and the sporadic gunfire continued, and the two sides were fiercely confronted. Destroying an enemy will not change anything, and since the Japanese soldiers have set a trap to lure themselves into the bait, they are sure that they will be completely annihilated.

The scrivener did not shoot again, although he followed the trajectory of the bullets to lock on to the positions of several enemies. The shot that shot the enemy just now was too lucky, and it was a blessing not to be locked by other enemies, and there was quite a bit of luck. If he shoots again, it is difficult to guarantee that he will still have such good luck, and he will likely become the target of public criticism.

As the gunfire thinned out, the members of the Allied combat team realized the seriousness of the problem, and instead of needless attrition, it was better to preserve their strength and hold their ground, and wait until the evening to perhaps have a chance to break through the encirclement.