The first half of the night was spent in torment. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info At midnight, there was movement again at the edge of the waterhole, and two figures emerged from the bushes, carrying buckets of water in their hands. The first wave of water could not be returned for a long time, so the Japanese soldiers had to send a second wave. They thought that the first wave of water might have been lost, so they sent a second wave.

The two guys were not very guarded, and walked to the waterhole to first eat a whale and drink the cow, and then lifted the bucket to fetch water. At that moment, Gong Daniu was extremely excited, it was finally his turn, and no one should rob him. This guy has a scimitar in his hand, and he rushes through with an arrow...... It went well, and I took out two more devils.

The scrivener is also happy, and the night is destined to be very fruitful. If nothing else, the devil will send someone. In a word, they can't do without water. Zhao Yunlai's idea is too desperate and too ruthless, he directly choked the neck of the Japanese army, and you can't show it with three heads and six arms.

At dawn, a group of Japanese soldiers rushed to the waterhole, rustling...... The bushes were constantly rattling, and there were more than a dozen of them. Not only did he carry a bucket of water, but he also had a weapon. They realized that something might be wrong, and it was understandable that one wave of people would get lost in fetching water, and if both waves were lost, it would not be so simple.

This time, Gong Daniu didn't move, and he wasn't strong enough to deal with ten people by himself. The people on the hill moved, the scrivener, Lu Shuting and others opened fire one after another, there was nothing to hesitate about, it was impossible for so many devils to assassinate them.

Suddenly, the line of fire flies wildly. The Japanese soldiers were obviously prepared, and they did not panic in the face of a sneak attack, they all looked for cover to dodge, and returned fire as quickly as possible. Even so, two bodies were left on the ground.

The tranquility of dawn was torn apart, and the sound of gunfire echoed through the valley. The waterhole was surrounded by flat rocks without any shelter, and the Japanese soldiers were not allowed to retreat beyond thirty meters. In this way, the distance between the two sides is increased to more than 100 meters. Although the bullets are dense, they are not accurate, and it is difficult to cause casualties.

After a short period of fierce firefighting, the gunfire gradually thinned out, intermittently, without lethality, and no number of bullets were wasted. The scrivener side is not in a hurry, their purpose is to hold the waterhole and prevent the Japanese soldiers from taking water, and now it seems that the goal has been achieved. The Japanese soldiers, on the other hand, whose main purpose was to get water, and the prolonged lack of water had put them in a desperate situation, and now it seemed that the purpose was difficult to achieve, and no one could approach the waterhole.

The sparse gunfire continued until dawn. The Japanese soldiers could not bear it anymore and launched a wave of fierce attacks as if they were crazy, and the number of them increased several times. Apparently their reinforcements are coming.

Bump, thump...... All kinds of weapons are fired. The Japanese soldiers were frenzied, howling and charging. However, due to the terrain, it is difficult to rush to the waterhole. The lack of water had caused some Japanese soldiers to lose their minds and rush forward desperately, some fell halfway, and some rushed to the edge of the pool, but they could not get the water back.

The scrivener, Lu Shuting and others were red-eyed, and they used pistols and spears together, blocking wave after wave of enemy attacks. Again, the focus is on the waterhole, and no one is allowed to approach it.

The battle lasted from early morning to noon, and the Japanese soldiers did not take a drop of water. The scorching sun was in the sky, steaming every drop of water in the woods. The severe shortage of water sharply reduced the Japanese soldiers' will to fight, and the gunfire gradually subsided.

The waterhole became a dead place, and no one could approach it. Several corpses lay across the shore, their blood evaporated and left dark red marks. Flies and insects flew on the corpse, and in such a hot weather, the corpse showed signs of decay in less than half a day. There was no one to collect the body, and a hint of decay filled the air.

Unscrew the kettle and take a sip of water, the clear liquid flows in the throat, cool and refreshing. It was impossible to go to the waterhole again, and the water he carried with him had to be reasonably distributed, and he held out until the Japanese soldiers were driven away.

Water is a good thing, the human body is 70 or 80 percent water, once the water content is reduced by 10 percent, the various organs of the body will protest, and if it continues to decrease, the vital signs will begin to decline. Now the Japanese soldiers are experiencing this pain, the scorching sun is high above their heads, their bodies are almost dry, their lips are chapped, and even their eyes are dry. A pool of clear water is not far away, and I can't get it.

"Wow la-la-ma-......" There was a Japanese soldier roaring, this guy couldn't stand it anymore, and jumped out of the bunker with a bang, and went straight to the waterhole like crazy.

Bang, a bullet came from the mountainside, hitting the Japanese soldier's thigh, and blood splattered. The creature fell with a thud and quickly struggled to get up again, running towards the waterhole with a roar in his mouth. Limping, said to be running, is actually not much faster than a normal walk. A thick line of blood was drawn where it passed.

Bang, another bullet flew over, straight to the head. passed, and the body fell hard. Blood squeaked out, staining large swaths of the ground red.

"Yaga, Yaga......" There were Japanese soldiers who roared violently, and the death of their companions made them mad with anger. Especially to die in this way of being hunted, you can only watch and be helpless.

Suddenly, suddenly......, suddenly The guns were furious, and the Japanese soldiers were firing wildly, which was obviously impossible to kill the enemy, and was more of a vent of anger.

There was no response on the hill, and the scrivener box and others learned to be obedient, as long as the Japanese soldiers did not approach the waterhole, they were too lazy to fight back.

The Japanese soldiers went berserk for a while, and in the end they could only end in a helpless way. The woods in the afternoon gradually quieted down, and both sides were exhausted, more than endurance. For two hours the Japanese soldiers did not move.

"Company commander, something is wrong." The little monkey whispered.

The scrivener also realized that there was a problem, the Japanese soldiers could not just give up, what were they doing...... Suddenly, he realized the problem and said to the little monkey: "You and Lao Gong go to the top of the mountain, you must guard it for me!" "It is likely that the Japanese soldiers will climb the hill from the other side and attack from the top down, flanking from both sides.

"Understood, understood." Gong Da Niu and the little monkey said at the same time. It was no longer meaningful for Lao Gong to stay by the waterhole, and he had already returned to the blocking position and fought side by side with the scrivener. The two men received the order to quietly evacuate their positions, walked up the hill, and soon disappeared into the bushes.

The hottest part of the afternoon finally passed, and the evening came, and the heat dissipated. The Japanese soldiers obviously preferred to get dark earlier, but they couldn't stand it anymore, and the crisis of water shortage reached an unimaginable level.

The scrivener box counted with his fingers, one day, two days, three days, and another four days of holding on was victory, and with the current state of the Japanese soldiers, it is estimated that they will not be able to hold out for so long. It was a matter of time before the positions were recaptured. The only variable is whether the devil has reinforcements or not, and once reinforcements arrive, all efforts will be in vain.

Bang bang, bang bang...... Gunshots rang out at the top of the hill, and it was intensive. The Japanese soldiers really had a premeditated plan, and after a long time of attacking, they started the idea of fighting the hill, and tried to go up to the top of the mountain in a roundabout way to flank the front and back. Fortunately, the scrivener was deployed in time, and Little Monkey and Gong Daniu blocked the enemy on the top of the mountain. The Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain also launched a charge and cooperated with their comrades on the mountain.

The scrivener box and Lu Shuting are not slow, no matter what if your bullets are furious, I will not move. As long as the Japanese soldiers did not get too close to the waterhole, they stopped shooting indiscriminately. The Japanese soldiers jumped violently, but they were helpless, and a few corpses were added to the waterhole. The battle on the mountain was still going on, and the little monkey and Gong Daniu occupied a favorable position, and it was estimated that it would be difficult for the Japanese soldiers to make a difference. For the Japanese soldiers, it was another battle of inaction.

As night falls, another day passes. The woods fell silent for a moment. The scrivener did not dare to be careless, the night was a good time for a sneak attack, and the Japanese soldiers would not give up. He was extremely sleepy, he didn't know how long he hadn't rested, and the reason why he could still hold on was completely because of his breath. The night is easy to arouse people's desire to sleep, and the body's biological clock is like this, and various functions are declining on their own at night, and the organs enter a dormant state.

The scrivener is extremely sleepy, and it will pass out at any time, and it feels terrible. He beat his spirits and told himself to persevere, now was not the time to sleep. Taking advantage of the night, he secretly got out of the bunker and crawled in the direction of Lu Shuting's ambush. The distance between the two places is only a few tens of meters, and it is not difficult to climb over.

The rustling sound aroused Lu Shuting's vigilance, and he couldn't help but pick up the gun.

"Don't shoot, it's me." The scrivener replied in a low voice, I was really afraid that Lao Lu would be a killer.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Yunlai asked first.

"Let's get together and take turns for a while. You take it first, and I'll sleep for a while. After speaking, the scrivener lay on the ground and did not move.

"That's falling asleep?" Zhao Yunlai was speechless for a while, the acting company commander had never been like this.

Lu Shuting asked Zhao Yunlai to rest and change shifts in the middle of the night. The Japanese soldiers will certainly carry out a sneak attack, and the more this happens, the more they must rest well and meet the fiercer battles with relative full spirit.

The scrivener was awakened by the sound of gunfire, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to grab the gun, and he was not surprised, and it was expected that the Japanese soldiers would carry out a sneak attack. Lines of fire pierced the night sky and shot into the jungle, and no one knew if they hit their target. The scrivener ordered everyone to spread out and change places with one shot. Otherwise, it is easy to be exposed, and the enemy will follow the source of the line of fire to find the target. The top of the mountain is also dotted with Mars, and the battle starts at the same time in both locations.

The battle was not fierce, the visibility was too low, and the two sides seemed to be fighting blindfolded, making it difficult to inflict a substantial blow on the other side. However, the scrivener box and others still held the bottom line and did not let the Japanese soldiers approach the waterhole.

It was another dawn, and a mist rose from the forest. As if grasping at the straw, the Japanese soldiers collected the dew on the leaves. Adding up, chapped lips finally get a hint of moistening. The battlefield fell silent, and both sides were given a rare moment of respite.