For seven hours, we marched through the jungle by moonlight, where we could not hear the slightest sound of birds, and the guns in our hands did not dare to slack off at all. One by one, his companions fell, and even though some could have been cured, there was simply no time to do that because of the situation. All we can do is keep moving forward with all our hearts and hope that the wounded will last until we make our successful return.

The further back we went, the more the enemy numbered, and our team was a behemoth from the beginning, shrinking little by little, so that the rest of the road was extremely difficult, and on several occasions I could feel the bullets passing by.

The bright moon gradually faded, and the stars had long since disappeared. In the hour before the sun came out, because it was approaching the base camp, the sound of gunfire and grenades in all directions was like the sound of firecrackers on Chinese New Year's Eve, everywhere, and it was completely impossible to distinguish where the enemy was, or to be prepared, it should be the enemy as far as the eye could see.

Finally, after the group had been reduced by half, we walked out of the jungle and stood on the edge of a large, apparently man-made field, where the eight directions arrived almost simultaneously, and as far as I could see, the casualties were almost the same.

And the war that followed can only be described as human life like mustard, bullets shuttling in the sun, and grenades like hail to resist floods and explosions. There are even more severed limbs than blood, and they are everywhere. Liu Yun's previous words were not wrong at all, it was not like hell, but hell.

In a few minutes, everyone who killed the red-eyed people, where was there still the slightest fear of death, the red eyes kicked violently, and the gun rushed forward without fear.

The whole mountain was filled with screams and roars that resounded through the sky, and they were everywhere.

Every time our team rushed forward two steps, they were beaten back a step, and the guys in front of us were incarnated one after another like an undead wall, even though they had a few guts in their bodies, they were still able to hold on to the front, killing one without losing money, and killing two to make money filled the brain.

The magnificent bunker is full of enemies inside and outside the unknown size, like bees, and while the first wave of enemies has fallen to the ground, the next wave of enemy bullets has already arrived.

The battle has evolved into a situation where whoever he is, just kill, kill, kill.

As the two sides were in a state of scorching, in the sky, in the sun, one after another large Soviet-style fighter jets rumbled in, and at first I didn't know which reinforcements they were, until the muzzles of the guns were fired at us.

I heard the shouts of the smoker, I don't know where it came from, and he shouted, "Where is this Nima's bullet, it's a cannonball!" ”

Indeed, the craters created by the bullets that fell to the ground from the exaggerated muzzle could never have been formed by bullets.

Zhao Hong, Heizi, Monkey, Hu Wuye, and Zhang Tian were shouting for everyone to dodge, while five black shadows shuttled to the ground with a roar, and then galloped into the air. The only thing that could be distinguished was Kuroko's green knife that immediately showed a three-color flame, and the fire knife fell when the hand rose. A fighter plane was split in half. The plane crashed and people died. (To be continued......)