The scrivener shrank in the trench and did not dare to move, and no one dared to guarantee that no second Japanese soldier would hide in a big tree and sneak attack him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He checked the terrain and crept cautiously along the trench. The trenches that were originally crisscrossed have long been blown beyond recognition, and there is no shortage of bunkers one after another.

The scrivener didn't know where Gong Da Niu was, and the most annoying thing was that Lao Gong didn't move after he roared at that throat, which made him feel his head. The scrivener crawled along the crater, and intuitively, he felt like he was getting closer to the depths of the position. At dawn, black and white are alternating, and the scenery in the distance is gradually revealed, and the scalp of the scrivener box is tense for a while. This was never a good sign, and his perception told him that there was danger around him. He didn't dare to pause, twisted his body and quickly crawled forward, trying to break free from the shroud of danger.

Suddenly, a big hand stretched out in the darkness and coldly grabbed the scrivener's arm. The scrivener's heart was tight, and he subconsciously wanted to break free. Unexpectedly, this hand was very strong, and it didn't break free, but was pulled aside.

Poof, the man fell heavily into a deep pit, and only then did the big hand let go. The scrivener took out the scimitar for the first time, and he had to fight hard with the other party.

"Don't move, it's me." A voice said.

This voice is very familiar, and I can't help but feel excited, Lao Gong, he is still alive! "Lao Gong, are you still alive......" the scrivener wanted to say something more. Gong Daniu stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, "Don't speak, there is a situation!" ”

The scrivener will know, and hide in the pit and no longer make a sound. The two remained silent for more than ten minutes, neither of them moving, waiting for the danger to come, but nothing happened.

"I suspect that someone has been ambushing me nearby and trying to sneak up on me." Gong Daniu finally spoke again.

"Oh!" The scrivener box was taken aback and couldn't help but be afraid. Lao Gong won't joke about this, he came all the way just now, but in fact, it is extremely dangerous, and he will die for life.

"This man is different from ordinary Japanese soldiers, he moves fast like a cat, and the gun has no time to aim, and he has escaped from the gun several times." Gong Daniu described the unusualness of the people in the dark.

The scrivener box is not surprising, and it is not surprising that the Japanese have spent manpower and material resources to seize this position, and it is not surprising that several perverted killers have appeared. "So, you're being targeted."

"Yes, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's life, three lives would be gone." Gong Da Niu squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, extremely resentful of the mysterious person who sneaked up on him. "If Lao Tzu guessed correctly, he will still appear tonight, and he will find this place sooner or later." He continued, his tone firm, as if he was ready to play for his life.

"So, he hasn't discovered it yet?" The scrivener asked.

"Maybe I've already found out, but I'm just waiting for the time to make a move. That man's actions were unpredictable. Gong Daniu was a little helpless when he said this, and it seemed that he had endured the other party's suffering. can make the belligerent old Gong sigh helplessly, how powerful this person should be.

"Don't be stunned, bandage my wounds." Gong Daniu turned his back and turned his back to the scrivener.

Only then did the scrivener find that Lao Gong's back was red, and a lot of blood stains had been dried by the mountain wind, forming a layer of hard blood scabs. In some places, blood was still dripping, and flesh and garments were tightly glued. He took off Lao Gong's shirt, and there were seven or eight knife cuts on the back of the bloody forest, crisscrossing and shocking. Two of the most serious wounds were the most severe, the wounds were deep to the bone, and the red and white flesh was turned outward, oozing blood dripping.

The scrivener was heartbroken, and it was hard to see how Gong Daniu persevered. He hurriedly took out alcohol to rinse the wound, there were too many wounds, and the alcohol was limited, so he could only pick up serious injuries and disinfect them first. After washing, apply the knife wound medicine and bandage it.

After treating the wound, Gong Daniu let out a long breath and looked extremely comfortable. The scrivener secretly gritted his teeth, Lao Gong's revenge must be avenged! It should be him who stayed here according to the original plan, and it was Lao Gong who insisted on asking for a replacement, and it can also be said that he was injured for himself.

"Old Gong, I'll avenge you for this revenge, just today!" The scrivener was angry, and he was in a good mood when he had originally finished off the devil's artillery position, but his mood plummeted after seeing Lao Gong's injury. But it's not necessarily a bad thing, at least it makes him more sober, the battle is far from over, there are more powerful enemies lurking around, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Gong Daniu yawned heavily and said to the scrivener: "You stay for a while, and I'll sleep." With that, he left the machine gun behind, walked into the pit himself, and turned into it.

Only then did the scrivener see that the pit was originally a cave, which should have been a bunker left by the Allied garrison. He looked around vigilantly with a gun, the mountain wind whimpering, the shadows hazy, it was the darkest period before dawn. Before dawn, the enemy would definitely launch a wave of offensives, and he knew the style of the Japanese army too well.

The scrivener was waiting with a gun, and his consciousness told him that there was a dangerous existence nearby, and he had been locking on Gong Daniu, never dying.

As the minutes ticked by, the white light in the east grew stronger and stronger, and dawn was coming. The brain is active all day, and at this time it is at its weakest. The scrivener was sleepy and hungry, and he didn't rest for a whole day and a night, didn't eat a grain of rice or drink a drop of water. The body is overdrawn to the limit, and the most bitter time in Savage Mountain is just like this. At that time, it was a team fighting, and now it is only him and Gong Daniu.

With his stomach growling, he grabbed a handful of food from his pocket and filled it into his mouth, fighting hunger and drowsiness. Before setting off from the base camp, the Tang guards provided them with a certain amount of food and medicine. The scrivener box forced himself to cheer up, Lao Gong was resting, and he couldn't have any negligence, otherwise it would be two lives.

The sand ......, there was movement to the west of the position. The scrivener put its head close to the ground, and vaguely saw a shadow running, extremely fast, over the craters, and in a roundabout way to get closer to this side. "Sure enough, grandma's wait and see! Old Gong, I'm going to avenge you. The scrivener was thinking of revenge, and his hands were not idle, and the muzzle of the gun moved slowly with the running of the black shadow......

The shadow is very cunning, and its running path is erratic, making it difficult to aim. The scrivener scolded his grandmother while patiently looking for a fighter. The opponent was nimble like a rabbit, jumping between the trenches and craters, outflanking it in a zigzag shape. There is a large crater in front, with a diameter of five meters, which should be the common masterpiece of multiple shells.

The black shadow jumped over the huge crater, and his body couldn't help but stagnate, he was also a human, and he also needed to find balance when jumping over such a large crater. It's just a rabbit who has to breathe a sigh of relief after a jump to the limit.

The scrivener seized the fleeting opportunity and decisively pulled the trigger. Bang bang bang, three shots in a row, three lines of fire are towards the black shadow.

Tong, the black shadow fell heavily, rolling and struggling on the ground. The scrivener box will not let go of such a good opportunity, and decisively make up for two shots, "Avenge Lao Gong!" "Bang," avenge Lao Gong! "Bang.

The shadow no longer struggled, and its body remained forever at the summit of the Uriel Heights.

"Hey, that's not right...... Damn, hit the trick! The scrivener suddenly realized something, and secretly blamed himself for being too reckless, and the guy just now might just be an introduction. Shooting himself was exposed. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, so move quickly, once suppressed by the Japanese firepower here, it is impossible to escape with a pair of wings! He hurriedly went into the cave to find Gong Daniu, the cave was only more than ten meters, but it turned left and right several times, forming multiple defensive bunkers. The sound of the mountain wind was muffled, and there was silence in the depths of the cave.

Gong Daniu snored like thunder, and the gunshots didn't wake him up.

"Old Gong, hurry up, we're exposed!" The scrivener shouted.

Gong Da Niu stood up from the ground in a hurry, worthy of being experienced in a hundred battles, and quickly understood what was going on. "Don't be afraid, let's go out from somewhere else." Led the scrivener to the cave, walked about twenty or thirty meters, and arrived at another exit.

The scrivener box took a breath, which was equivalent to jumping out of the encirclement of the Japanese army. "Lao Gong, it's really yours!" He exclaimed, and at the same time seemed to understand the reason why Gong Daniu could survive.

"It has nothing to do with me, it's all left by the previous batches, I'm just taking advantage of it. Now let's go over there. Gong Daniu pointed to a forest fifty or sixty meters away, which was on the edge of the position, with dense trees and rocks, which was very conducive to combat. Of course, the scrivener box is not visible, the view is blocked, and only a dark shadow can be seen. However, to reach the opposite woods, you have to cross an open field, only about 20 meters wide, and you can cross it in a few seconds. However, in the eyes of the scrivener box and Gong Daniu, it is extremely dangerous. Even if they run like a rabbit, it will take three seconds to cross over. Three seconds is enough for a killer to make the target die several times. That open field is, in a sense, a "land of death".

Luckily, they had moved from their positions, and the enemy might not have caught them so quickly. Crossing the "Land of the Dead" doesn't seem so much now. Gong Daniu packed up the equipment on his body and prepared to cross the past as fast as possible.

The scrivener grabbed him, "Wait, I can't leave yet, I think...... Revenge for you. ”

Gong Daniu was stunned, "Revenge, what revenge?" I'm not dead. "Time is pressing, there is no time to delay, the enemy will soon be eyeing this place. Once again, he was ready to cross.

The scrivener pulled him again, "Wait, I'm going to avenge you." ”

Gong Daniu was a little annoyed, "What revenge, you want to curse me to death?" ”

"It's not. The guy who killed you, and you don't want to kill him? The scrivener asked.

"I want to, I dream of it. Can you really kill him? Gong Daniu came to the spirit and never mentioned the evacuation again.

"Yes. But we'll have to set it up. "The scrivener has a plan in his heart, he must kill the guy behind him, otherwise it is equivalent to a bomb hanging next to him.

Gong Daniu rubbed his palms, and the word "revenge" entered his heart, he really dreamed that the sneak attack of the mysterious person made him crazy. "Confess, I'll listen to you." Gong Da Niu was a little excited.

The scrivener unloaded all the belongings on his body, was lightweight, and instructed: "You stay here, I'll go back and attract that guy." Remember, once someone runs out of the tunnel, don't ask, shoot them with one shot. Shoot decisively, this is the key to success or failure. ”

Gong Daniu didn't understand what it meant, but he nodded and obeyed.