Lu Shuting got up from Rena like a zombie and stared at the scrivener with the eyes of a scanner of enemies. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info bookseller only glanced at Lu Shuting, then swept his gaze to others, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Whoever dares to move a finger of a British girl, I will shoot him!" ”

The scrivener is the company commander, the biggest officer in the gang of survivors, and his words are orders. Lu Shuting picked up the American-made Colt pistol to refute, but was held by his subordinates Gong Daniu and Kong Zhaoqiang. The scrivener pretended not to see it, and pulled Rena up and walked deeper into the cave. He had set aside an area for Rena, and no one was allowed to step in.

Rena lights the fire and puts the frogs and mushrooms in the pot. Boiled mountain frog mushrooms have a strong earthy smell and taste very poor. However, the intense hunger has made people lose their pickiness about food, and Rena's "rice" is eaten every time without even soup. Rena tells Scrivener that food in the cave is getting harder and harder to find, and that you have to go deeper to get a source of food. The depths of the cave were unusually cold, as if the devil lived, and Rena had heard the devil's call several times, and if she went deeper, she could not imagine that she would encounter something terrible.

Looking at Rena's exaggerated expression, the scrivener knew she wasn't lying. The cave was indeed endless, and the scrivener had been tentatively walked through, and the result was similar to Rena's description, as if there was no end to it. In case there is no way out, he may take his brothers all the way to the depths of the cave. Of course, this is the worst-case scenario, and the scrivener has not told anyone about it.

As the sun rises, the heat envelops the land, and the whole rainforest becomes a large steamer. The cave is even hotter and hotter, with no wind, a bit like a brick kiln burning on fire. Although it would be cooler deeper, the scrivener and his comrades were reluctant to go inside, and the insects that gathered inside were sometimes fatal. Sweat soaked through the clothes all over the body, every inch of skin was tormented, and over time, the armpits, crotch, chest and other parts began to fester, and the area became larger and larger. The ulcer area is so painful and itchy that you can't help but reach out and scratch it. Pus and blood immediately flowed out as soon as the hand was scratched, and more skin began to infect. The most embarrassing thing is the crotch, the festering skin and hair are sticking together, and it is awkward to walk. The scrivener and the comrades-in-arms usually take off their clothes to minimize the friction between the clothes and the skin.

The most embarrassing thing is Rena, no matter how hot it is, she has to be fully dressed, even though her body is more uncomfortable than anyone else's, and her skin is festering bigger than anyone else. Not only that, but she also has to face several naked men every day. In order to avoid being hit by shells, the soldiers' urine and urine were almost solved in the hole, which was another huge test for Rena. The scrivener sometimes admires her, although this British woman is a second lieutenant in the army, but after all, she is a woman, and she is usually pampered and full of petty bourgeoisie. Life is hell for her now, and it's a huge miracle to be able to hold on.

The midday sun is poisonous and scorching the whole rainforest, and the moist land and trees are steaming and the rainforest is more like a steamer. A dark cloud drifted by, and the sun's toxicity was obscured. The rainy season in northern Myanmar has arrived, and it rains around noon, and dark clouds are the precursor to rain.

The scrivener dragged the itchy body out of the cave and chose an open and relatively hidden place to lie down. The sun shone through the gaps in the dark clouds, and he was *naked*, lying on a piece of bluestone on all fours, enjoying the ultraviolet rays. In the absence of medical treatment, ultraviolet light has become the most realistic and inexpensive way to disinfect. Hidden in a hot and humid cave for a long time, the body of the scrivener is full of eczema and abscesses, which are extremely itchy, and pus and ulcer when scratched by hand. Not only did he and his brothers have to fend off the enemy's charge after charge, but they also had to overcome the psychological and physical torture that the rainforest inflicted on them.

On the enemy position a few hundred meters away, there were also Japanese soldiers in twos and threes. Naked in the sun, they are also human beings and face the same torture. Many Japanese soldiers were infected, and large areas of skin ulcerated and suppurated. Taking advantage of the short battle break to bask in the sun has also become a compulsory course for them. As a result, the two sides formed a tacit understanding, and noon became a truce, each dealing with the test of nature.

At this time, the battlefield was quiet, and the opposing sides invariably stopped fighting and killing, each dealing with the punishment and torture from nature. The rainforest has never been stingy with its own means of revenge for the intrusion of uninvited guests.

The scrivener is condescending, and he sees the enemy's actions in the sun very clearly, and he can blow anyone's head if he wants to. But he did not do that, and at the same time commanded the brothers not to do the same. The killing of one or two Japanese soldiers in this kind of confrontation situation has nothing to do with the overall situation. In contrast, the scrivener side needs a healthy body more, and they are too few to withstand any attrition.

"Company commander, the situation is not quite right." The little monkey crawled up from the trench and came to the scrivener. Two. Red. The naked bodies are put together, and they look a little funny.

"What's wrong?" The scrivener asked and looked at the mountain vigilantly.

"Today, there are no devils basking in ......the sun," replied the little monkey, and he stretched the last word very long, leaving enough room for the scrivener to think.

The scrivener rolled into the trench and patted the little monkey on the head as a reward. With the soldier's keen sense of smell, he smelled the smell of gunpowder in the air. If you change to usual, there must be a lot of Japanese soldiers basking in the sun. Bare. Bodies can be seen everywhere, but today they are surprisingly rare, only three or two are exposed, more like a posturing. In the past, at noon, smoke would rise from the enemy's position, but not at this time. The position was surprisingly quiet, not even a hint of birdsong, more like a precursor to a storm.

The scrivener slammed the little monkey Nunu in his mouth and motioned for him to climb the tree and see more clearly from a high vantage point. The little monkey deftly jumped out of the trench and climbed a big tree with agility, and his movements really looked like a monkey. It was actually dangerous for him to do so, the snipers on the enemy positions were aiming at this side all the time, and once he was discovered, it only took a bullet to blow his head out. Japanese snipers can allow people to bask in the sun, but they will never allow anyone to take advantage of the opportunity to climb up and peep.

Knowing that there is danger, the scrivener box has to let the little monkey go on an adventure, the stakes are very high, and only by taking risks can he get more accurate and useful information. In order to cover the little monkey, the scrivener put the steel helmet on his head against a tree branch, and leaned out of the trench and dangled around.

Bang, the dull sound of gunfire broke the silence of noon, and the little monkey that had been climbing on the branch just now fell heavily into the trench. The head of the scrivener buzzed, and he quickly crawled towards the position of the little monkey, although he expected the danger, but when the danger really happened, the blow in his heart was still extremely huge, more uncomfortable than being shot himself. The little monkey followed him for several years before and after the saddle, and many times he treated him as a son, and the unit has been reduced in the last month, and the only thing that makes him happy is that the little monkey is still there.

"Little monkey ......," the scrivener roared, his hands tightly covering the other party's pale face. He would rather fall to himself.

The gunfire became intense, and countless bullets flew towards the position of the scrivener. Boom, a shell landed not far away, kicking up large fields of dirt and stone chips. The scrivener hurriedly hugged the little monkey and crawled a little farther away.

"Little monkey, you wake me up...... the eyes of the scrivener were very moist, and when he saw his comrades fall one by one, he once again felt like he was about to cry.

"Company commander, I'm fine." The little monkey's hand grabbed the scrivener's arm with great force.

"Are you alright?" The scrivener was unexpected.

"It's all right!" The little monkey confirms again.

The scrivener looked at the little monkey, and sure enough, there was no bullet wound. "Fuck you, it's okay to pretend to die!" He punched the little monkey hard. It is obvious that the enemy's bullets did not hit the little monkey, but the boy was very clever and fell into the trench without giving the enemy a second chance.

The little monkey got up from the scrivener's arms, half-squatted in the trench, and said: "Company commander, it's not good, the devil's reinforcements are coming!" ”

The scrivener didn't say anything, patted the little monkey on the shoulder, signaling that he was doing a good job. The gunfire became more and more intense, and countless bullets poured down on the position. The scrivener can't raise his head, let alone fight back.

The first to launch a counterattack was platoon commander Lu Shuting, and the two Colt pistols in his hand began to fire rhythmically at the enemy position, although the frequency was not fast, but it was just right. A group of Japanese soldiers wanted to take advantage of the situation to charge, but they were all suppressed and retreated.

The second to join the battle was the communication soldier Zhao Yunlai, the radio station had long been destroyed, and the communication soldier was just a code name for him. As the troops continued to shrink, he also had to take up arms and rush to the front line as a communications officer. The Garand rifle in his hand was taken from a fallen comrade, and after so many days of operation, he had reached a very proficient level. This rifle is much more powerful than the Saka-style rifle commonly used by Japanese soldiers (commonly known as the 38 big cover), and it definitely has the upper hand in one-on-one, the only drawback is that it is difficult to reload the magazine, and there will be intermittent shooting. In addition, the bullets are limited, and it is impossible to shoot casually, so Zhao Yunlai does not shoot frequently, and his addition has little impact on the situation.

More and more Japanese soldiers roared out of their bunkers and launched a desperate charge, and more and more shells drew a parabola and landed on the position on the side of the scrivener. The little monkey's intelligence was accurate, and if it weren't for the arrival of reinforcements, the enemy would not have had so many shells.

The big man Gong Da Niu also joined in, he had been playing the role of machine gunner, and the Thomson-style submachine gun in his hand sprayed flames at the enemy positions like crazy, and the Japanese attack was suppressed.