The woods on the edge of the ruins are not dense and the trees are not large. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Japanese woman chooses a relatively tall tree, climbs the treetops with agility, and moves dexterously like a cat. Condescendingly, a radius of dozens of meters is under control. The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, the moonlight was hazy, and a pair of sparkling eyes searched for the target.

A dark shadow leaped from the side, the weeds around it rustling. The Japanese woman's eyes flashed, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the target.

In the grass, the scrivener was running desperately, running away from Zhao Yunlai in the ruins, and was retreating alone into the woods at this time. Suddenly, my scalp tightened, and I shivered inexplicably. Perception told him that there was danger, and the experience of hunting in the mountains since he was a child made him have a natural perception of danger, and he faced the danger of wild beasts several times, and his body's perception of danger reached a transcendent realm.

I didn't have time to think about it, and my body subconsciously swooped down on the ground. At the same time, gunshots rang out, and the line of fire grazed the body and burrowed into the dirt.

The Japanese woman frowned, how could this shot miss it...... A moment of hesitation, in exchange for a counterattack of three bullets in a row. The scrivener roughly judged the enemy's position from the trajectory of the bullet's flight, and after falling to the ground, he turned around on the spot, bang, bang, and three bullets flew to three possible positions.

After the gun was fired, the scrivener box didn't matter if it was hit or not, and he got up and ran quickly. The gunfire will soon attract more enemies, and you must flee as soon as possible. Unbeknownst to him, the nearest bullet was less than 3 centimeters away from the Japanese woman.

The Japanese woman became more and more interested in this opponent, who was by no means like an ordinary soldier, and she became more and more interested in the identity of the other party. Of course, the mood is getting heavier and heavier. Whoosh, the Japanese woman easily jumped from the tree, dexterous like a cat.

Woo, the Japanese woman whistled loudly, and soon the three black shadows gathered together at a very fast speed. The Japanese woman made a brief gesture, and the four people lined up at a distance of seven or eight meters, quickly casting a net towards the target running position.

The scrivener ran all the way through the jungle, and the surrounding trees grew from low to tall, from sparse to thick, getting closer and closer to the Savage Mountain. The gunfire was still there, but it had been left behind, and it was not heard at all. The danger was lifted, and he stopped and leaned against a large tree to gasp for air. Looking up at the sky, I wondered how to meet my comrades.

Suddenly he held his breath, and there was a slight noise behind him, very slight, but it made him uneasy. Soon he became alert, there were people behind him, and there was more than one!

"There's even a tail." The scrivener box was big for a while, but he wasn't sure if it was his enemy or his own. He climbed a large tree and condescendingly scanned his surroundings. This location is great for observation, but it's also easy to expose. Once exposed, it is easy to become a target for the enemy.

The dark clouds in the sky have dispersed, but the clouds of battle have become thicker. The night was dotted with stars, and the night was not very thick, and two shadows were running through the trees. A little further in sight, the bushes swayed, and it was clear that someone was walking through. The bushes on the other side are also moving.

Four! The scrivener gasped, he ran so much that he was about to vomit blood, and four people caught up. Fortunately, it was night, and I am afraid that I would have been cold-shot during the day. It's almost certain that it's not your own person. Looking at the other party's posture, it is clear that they are searching, and the people on their own side will never do this.

The scrivener is perched on the trunk of the tree, blending in with the tree. The heart said that it was best to get through the trick in this way.

The four black shadows advanced forward in a zigzag, each with a distance of seven or eight meters, forming a blockade line more than thirty meters long. This distance is very particular, and no matter who is attacked, the other three will return fire as soon as possible, forming a firepower network that echoes each other. The scrivener box is very difficult to do, the opponent is at his feet, but there is no way to start, it is easy to knock out one, but the other three will blow him up immediately. One life for one life, a very cost-effective deal, the scrivener thinks it's a loss, and he wants to kill the other four by himself.

Under the tree, the four men stopped almost at the same time, they lost their pursuit target, the prey was already hidden, and with the killer's unique sense of smell, the target was nearby. The formation gradually changes, from a line to a quadrilateral, from a search to a hunt.

The scrivener box is secretly frightened, could it be that he has been exposed? It's impossible, he has been clinging to the trunk of the tree, the shade of the tree is dense, the night is hazy, and even four owls on the other party can't lock him so quickly. What went wrong...... Soon he calmed down, the other party should not have noticed anything, but just set up the formation with the killer's intuition.

The four black shadows stood in a diamond-shaped position, and the distance between them widened to forty or fifty meters, enclosing an area of nearly two thousand square meters, and they thought that the target was in it.

The scrivener had to admire the opponent's keen insight and judgment, and the seemingly casual encirclement just surrounded him, although he was on the edge of the circle, but it was completely within the striking firepower of the four people. As long as the slightest exposure, the two closest guys will be the first to fire deadly bullets!

Things are getting more and more tricky at this point, these four guys are by no means Japanese soldiers in the ordinary sense, it can be seen from the firepower control and ambush formation, and the tactical literacy is greatly beyond imagination. The scrivener calculates his chances of winning, and just now he felt that he was fifty percent sure, but now it seems that even half of it is not necessarily.

A pair of fours is not a simple pair of fours. As soon as he shoots at one of his targets, the other three will shoot at him as soon as possible.

The night was deep, the jungle was silent, and swarms of mosquitoes hovered in the air, looking for flesh and blood prey. Naturally, the scrivener box was the first choice, and he lay motionless on the trunk of the tree, letting the mosquitoes bite and go. I obviously felt that there were mosquitoes lying on my face, but I didn't dare to reach out and shoot it to death, so I could only endure it. It's a terrible feeling, and it's easy to drive people crazy and lose their minds.

Fortunately, the scrivener box is sensible enough to adapt to the night of Savage Mountain. He kept the location of the four people in mind, thinking about how to break them all, swarms of mosquitoes were buzzing overhead, and the current pain was caused by the four guys, and this account had to be settled tonight!

The scrivener was uncomfortable, and the four Japanese soldiers lurking in the bushes were no better, and a swarm of mosquitoes were flying next to each of them, buzzing wildly. They are also enduring it, and it is not much better than a scrivener. A game of cat and mouse has become more and more brutal.

Time passed slowly, mosquitoes kept raging, the scrivener endured, and the Japanese soldiers also endured. Dawn is approaching, and Savage Mountain enters its coolest time of day. The water vapor in the air liquefies into a mist when it is cold, enveloping the entire forest. The mosquitoes seem to be afraid of the fog and disappear without a trace.

The mist evaporates from the bottom up, and the thick dead branches and leaves are mixed with various fungi and animal corpses, and the smell of corpse decay is mixed with the fog to diffuse, forming a piece of poisonous mist, commonly known as miasma. Even mosquitoes can't avoid them, let alone people. The scrivener is secretly funny, and things are moving in his favor. He was in the trees, the fog was relatively thin, and the damage was small, but the enemy was different, and the miasma below was very dense, and after a long time, it would kill people. Savage Mountain does not have miasma in all places, only occasionally in small areas, but if you catch up, it is bound to be deadly.

As the fog thickened, the scrivener felt that his breathing was weakening, his muscles stiffened, and his head was lightheaded, as if he was about to fall from a tree at any moment. He clung to the trunk of the tree, forced himself to wake up, and was the winner who persevered until the end. He is still like this, not to mention the people under the tree, and the scrivener feels that the opponent is almost the same even if he is not dead. When the time comes, he will go directly down to collect the body.

In the early hours of the morning, the fog concentration was close to its peak, and visibility was greatly reduced. Finally, someone in the bushes couldn't hold on, crawled out of the bunker, staggered and hugged a big tree, and desperately climbed up, trying to breathe in the fresh air from above. It was a bit risky for the Japanese soldier to do this, but he had to suffocate if he didn't come up again. Moreover, the fog is very thick, and visibility is ridiculously low, so small areas of activity may not be exposed. Forced by the situation, and at the same time holding luck, he made a risky move.

The Japanese soldier never imagined that there would be such a coincidence, there was someone on the tree he was holding, and the guy they had been chasing and killing was lurking in this tree.

The scrivener stared at the guy at his feet, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, the other party sent it to the door by himself, this gift must be received!

The process of climbing the tree is very difficult, the guy under the tree is in a semi-comatose state due to the miasma, and it seems that he is unable to climb the tree, and finally climbs a section, and his body is loose and slides down. I climbed up again, let go of my body, and fell down again. And then again......

The scrivener looked at it and sighed, the prey was under his feet, but the desire to hunt could not be released. I really want to bring the other party up directly.

The Japanese soldiers finally climbed to the canopy with great effort, and before they could breathe, they suddenly felt a chill in their throats, and the air in their lungs seemed to be sucked out at once. He breathed desperately, but he couldn't breathe in a breath of air. The warm blood flowed down his throat, and his strength was instantly drained, and his body slowly softened.

The scrivener grabbed the other party's body and didn't let it fall, and placed it firmly on the branch. The blood brushed down, flapping against the leaves of the bushes below, and the continuous crackling sound was particularly harsh in the silent forest. Fortunately, the progress is very low, and there will be no bullets in a short period of time. Despite this, the scrivener did not dare to delay and was ready to slide down the tree. His eyes inadvertently swept to the corpse of the Japanese soldier, the opponent's gun was still there, the long barrel and domineering body showed that it was special, it was by no means a rifle in the ordinary sense, and the scrivener box could not be called for a while. However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this kind of gun has a long range and great power, which is very suitable for jungle warfare, and should belong to the killer weapon of the troops that have not yet been installed. The enemy really paid a bloody expense to deal with him.