In the evening, there was a torrential rain, and then the rain cleared, and there was not a speck of dust in the air, and the stars were clear. The air www.biquge.info pen ~ fun ~ pavilion is very refreshing, and soldiers who are not on duty can sleep comfortably. The scrivener box couldn't sleep, and according to the schedule, Commander Li would come to the front line today. The sneak attack of the devil will happen every night, whether it will break through from its own defense area tonight, once it affects the safety of the regiment commander, it will be troublesome.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the scrivener got up to patrol the night, from the top of the mountain to the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, every line of defense had to be seen in person to rest assured. As soon as I walked to the foot of the mountain, gunshots suddenly rang out in the north, and the distance was not too far, about three miles. Due to the barrier of the mountain, only the red light of the fire can be seen flickering and dimming. The defense zone in the north has encountered a problem, and the devils are attacking again!

The scrivener had no intention of going up the mountain again, so he simply guarded the position at the bottom of the mountain, and no one dared to guarantee that there would be no devils here. Gong Daniu was in charge of the defense line at the bottom of the mountain, and this guy was lying in the trench side by side with the scrivener, looking up at the battle in the distance.

The fighting spread very quickly, and it has reached the center of the front line. The scrivener frowned, it seemed that the defense line on the north side was lost, and the little devil rushed all the way into the core area of the road. This is troublesome, not only is Regiment Commander Li there, but a large number of road repair workers and soldiers as well as all kinds of road repair machinery are there, once they are destroyed by devils, the loss is unimaginable.

"Old Gong, we can't do it anymore. Gather two classes of brothers to follow me! The scrivener drew his pistol and was the first to jump out of the trench.

Gong Da Niu broke off with a snort, and suddenly two squads of soldiers jumped out of the trench and followed towards the battlefield.

The sound of gunfire was like dense raindrops, covering the entire mountain forest. The scrivener led dozens of warriors through the woods, and the speed was as fast as a well-trained fish parade through the aquatic weeds. Although it was a rapid march, the formation was well maintained, with one machine gunner in front of the road and one machine gunner in the back breaking behind, and the whole squad approached in a long serpentine shape. Even in the event of an ambush or landmine, damage can be minimized.

The scrivener looked up at the front as he walked, the battle was not good, and the devil almost went straight to the headquarters after breaking through the northern defense line. The purpose is very clear, that is, to kill all the high-ranking commanders on the front line. The command obviously did not expect the first line of defense to be breached so easily, and it appeared very passive in the haste to respond to the battle. It can be seen from the sound of gunfire and the light of fire that the fire is almost all the way towards the headquarters.

"Hurry, hurry!" The scrivener kept urging, and his intuition told him that the situation was not good, and if he delayed any longer, he was afraid that the command would really be finished.

The soldiers of the two squads quickly approached the headquarters, and just as they approached the periphery, the breath of battle came to their faces. Bullets don't have long eyes, and from time to time stray bullets fly into the bushes. Poof, the machine gunner at the front fell down, a bloody hole in the calf was punched by a stray bullet, and the whole person threw himself on the ground and groaned. Soon soldiers went up to bandage them, and the others moved on. Everything seems to be in order, which is the result of the usual training.

When I finally arrived at the center of the battlefield, the gunfire rang out in all directions. There was a freshly built road in front of them, and the ground was full of dead bodies, and it was too dark to see whether it was the enemy or one's own. Gong Da Niu was the first to rush to the road, and he replaced the wounded machine gunner with the Thomson machine gun.

There were gunshots everywhere, firing wires everywhere, and there were figures shaking from time to time. Gong Daniu was at a loss, although he could see the figure, but should he fight? What if it's your own person? At this time, the battlefield had already become a mess, there was no unified position, and the enemy and us were mixed up in a scuffle. Gong Daniu hesitated for a moment with his machine gun in his hand, and immediately retreated back to the bushes next to the road.

"Why are you back again?" The scrivener asked.

"I don't want to come back, but I can't tell the difference between friend and foe, how can I fight?" Gong Daniu's forehead was exposed, and he couldn't do it.

"Isn't there a code, and my own people have red ropes tied to their arms."

"Who can see it on such a dark day? You can't lean over and see it before you fight. ”

The scrivener also has nothing to say, although the command has formulated a strategy to prevent sneak attacks, but there are still loopholes, and what if there is a code, it can't be used at all. As for shouting the code joint, you can't count on it, this is the battlefield, and no one will listen to your code specifically. Waiting for the docking code is equivalent to losing the opportunity to fight, only death.

The scrivener box ordered the troops to disperse and disperse in an area of several tens of meters along the road. At this moment a small group of soldiers, a dozen or so men, armed with guns, came running along the west side of the road, trying to cross the road into the woods on the opposite side.

In order not to hurt his own people, the scrivener took the risk of shouting at the top of his voice: "What person, the code ......"

Sudden ...... In exchange for a shuttle bullet. Fortunately, the scrivener was prepared and shrunk behind a boulder to escape. The bullet hit the stone with a crisp metallic crash and sparks flew everywhere. He was spared, but the warrior next to him was not, and he lay on the ground with several bloody holes in his chest.

Gong Da Niu quit and strafed the "Thomson", and the other soldiers also opened fire to avenge the fallen comrades. The dozen or so people on the opposite side were suddenly attacked, they were in the middle of the road, there was no cover, and what they didn't expect was that there were so many people in the bushes, and countless tongues of fire gushed out, and they didn't even have a chance to resist. More than a dozen corpses lay in the middle of the road.

The scrivener ordered the troops to pull out and move towards the place where the gunfire was most intense.

The place where the gunfire is most dense is on the west side, where is the command of the front, and the devils point the finger directly at it. I ran into a group of people head-on, walking almost rolling and crawling, obviously not lightly injured.

"Who?" The scrivener asked.

"Chinese...... The red-headed rope ......" The other party quickly replied and accurately reported tonight's code.

Gong Daniu led several soldiers over to respond, and sure enough, they were his own people, and they stained their military uniforms with blood one by one. "Quick...... Hurry up and pick up the head of the regiment...... In the back......" a soldier said intermittently.

The scrivener did not hesitate, and led the people to rush out of the bushes and run wildly on the road, with corpses under their feet, stepping on corpses all the way. There is no cover on the road, so it is easy to be ambushed, but this is the fastest way to march, and you have to risk it in order to gain time. The lines of fire swept overhead, and the scrivener box didn't even look at it, and he only had the idea of saving people.

There were several roaring fires ahead, several cars were blown up, and flames flew up. In the firelight, a dozen thin figures were reflected, fighting and retreating along the road, blocking the pursuers in the rear as they retreated. From time to time someone falls, some struggle to get up and get knocked down again, and some never get up again. The living people watched their comrades fall to the ground groaning and rolling, and they didn't have time to rescue, and the pursuers behind were only more than 100 meters, and they were coming in an instant.