I don't know how long it took, but the scrivener gradually woke up from the coma, and the first feeling was that he was pressed by a big mountain, and his body couldn't move. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he tried hard to get up, but he couldn't, his brain was splitting, and his limbs didn't obey him at all. There was a slight ringing in my ears, as if someone or an animal was moving.

The scrivener simply gave up the idea of getting up, whether it was a person or an animal, it was not good news for him. It is very likely that the Japanese soldiers are cleaning up the battlefield, and it is impossible for the other side not to come to inspect such a big incident that has happened. The noise continued for a long time, and the scrivener stayed up until it fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, his surroundings were completely silent, with the occasional chirping of insects looming and the rustle of leaves in the wind. The scrivener tried to get up again, and this time it worked well, and after a few struggles, he sat up from the ground. The body was covered with a thick layer of soil, and when the person sat up, the debris fell down with a clatter.

The sky is full of stars, and I don't know when the night will come quietly, and the surroundings are empty, and a radius of tens of meters has become an open space, and the scrivener box is just on the edge of the clearing. The sulphur and burnt smell is still there, but much lighter. My head still hurts, and every bone node hurts. There was no wind, and the whole forest was silent.

The scrivener stood up with the big tree beside him. This big tree is very thick, a person can just hug it, and the straight trunk reaches into the sky, if it is placed in his hometown, it will definitely be regarded as a pillar. The thick tree was now charred black, and the branches and leaves were burned away, leaving only a branch of the trunk standing abruptly.

The scrivener searched the ground for a while, trying to find the gun. It was covered with a thick layer of dirt, and the gun had long since gone. "Old Zhao......," he whispered as he fumbled.

The boundless darkness immediately swallowed up the cries, and no one answered.

The scrivener gave up the idea of looking for a gun, and dragged his heavy body to the periphery. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, the Japanese soldiers will return after dawn, and if such a big thing happens, they will not give up.

"Lao Zhao ......" scrivener didn't want to give up, and continued to shout in a low voice.

Still no one responded. This battle was so tragic that a radius of tens of meters became a scorched earth, and no one could live within this range. The scrivener box was not sure where Zhao Yunlai was, if it was in the explosion area, there was no reason to survive. If it's on the periphery, there's hope.

In this battle, the bookbox was completely victorious, and the base camp of the Japanese soldiers was wiped out at a very small cost, and more than a dozen cannons were turned into scrap metal, and boxes of ammunition became scorched earth. The equipment that the Japanese soldiers had brought in with great effort was blown up into scrap in the blink of an eye. Even if Zhao Yunlai died, the Heavenly Spirit would be very pleased, and such a record was enough to shake the entire Ramgar.

The scrivener didn't linger too long, and staggered out. He was worried about Gong Daniu's safety and planned to go to the main position. Everything that was done was done to hold the Uriel Heights, and if this position was lost, everything that was done would become meaningless. This is the foot of the Uriel Plateau, and the vertical distance to the summit is about 300 meters, and the actual distance is estimated to be more than 500 meters.

Five hundred meters is nothing for a scrivener, but he has experienced a fierce fight during the day, and his physical strength is extremely exertional. He bothered his spirits and walked forward step by step, and the bone joints in his body became stretched after some movement, and they were not so painful. He walked cautiously, and the enemy might be hiding in a corner somewhere. The biggest disadvantage is that there are no guns, and it will be a great loss to fight.

The mountain wind rose suddenly, and the whimpering mountain wind was like a ghost crying wolf, and the leaves were rattling, like countless little ghosts clapping their hands. In the hometown of the scrivener, there is a saying of "ghost clapping", poplars and birch trees will snap when they encounter strong winds, and if it is night, it will be very creepy, and the ghost claps their hands from this.

Occasionally, gunfire echoed through the mountains, and the battle did not end with the explosion of the Japanese base camp. The scrivener is in a complicated mood, and I don't know whether it is happy or worried. The sound of gunfire means that the battle is still going on, which means that your own people are still alive, and it also means that the enemy is still attacking, and the offensive and defensive battles are still going on at night.

The scrivener went up the hill under the cover of the mountain wind, which brought great convenience to the operation. After walking for more than an hour, I only reached the mountainside. Stop and go along the way, not only to guard against the enemy's sneak attack, but also to guard against Gong Daniu's sneak attack, because Lao Gong is not a fairy, and it is difficult to distinguish between the enemy and me in the dark.

The scrivener box circled around the mountainside, and the craters were staggered, and the further you went, the denser it became, which showed how fierce the artillery fire was during the day. Corpses can be seen everywhere. The scrivener picked up a gun from the corpse, looked closely at the barrel and twisted it into a twisted shape, so he had to throw it back again. I picked up another one from another place, but it still didn't work, and the chamber of the gun blew up half. Picking up several handfuls in a row, he sighed softly and gave up the idea of finding a gun.

In the second half of the night, the mountain wind weakened, and finally approached the top of the mountain. I walked from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain for most of the night. Dawn was approaching, and a faint white light shone in the east. Trenches crisscrossed the front with craters everywhere, and the once wooded hilltop had been razed to the ground, and the smell of burnt trees still permeated the landscape.

"Lao Gong will be fine!" The scrivener box was beating a drum in his heart, such a fierce artillery fire, not to mention a person, even an iron lion had to be blown to pieces. But...... If something happened to Lao Gong, why couldn't the enemy take this position for a long time? The scrivener was burning with hope that Lao Gong was still alive and well. He didn't dare to act rashly anymore, and he would make a big joke when he was hurt by his own people.

Cuckoo ...... The scrivener is facing the position to learn the cuckoo call. The strange cries dissipated in the wind, and they seemed particularly abrupt in the murderous night. Even the scrivener himself thought it was funny, and the cuckoo chirped in the middle of the night, and it was still in a place where the war was raging.

The mountain breeze murmured, and no one responded. The scrivener did not give up, and issued a secret signal again, and hurriedly changed its position after calling "Cuckoo Cuckoo ......", for fear of being targeted by the Japanese soldiers.

Still no response. The whirring mountain wind poured into the mouth unspeakably uncomfortable, and the scrivener box became bottomless, Lao Gong wouldn't really have an accident, right? Perhaps he took advantage of the darkness to move down the mountain, and he comforted himself. Since it was impossible to go any further, he lay on the ground on all fours, crawling towards the position.

Bang, a line of fire swept overhead, shooting somewhere down the mountain. Poof, there was a heavy flesh crash behind him, and the scrivener could guess without looking back that someone had fallen from a tree.

"What are you doing in a daze, come here!" Someone was shouting in the trenches.

"It's Lao Gong, he's still alive!" The scrivener suppressed the excitement in his heart, and his body rolled on the spot, quickly rolling into the nearest trench. Obviously, a Japanese soldier wanted to attack him just now, but Gong Daniu took the first step to deal with it.