Foggy?

Wang Peng was upset, although the area around the waterhole was not large, the ambush could not be fought, and he couldn't see anything.

The day was about to dawn, and there was a slight whiteness in the sight, but there was no one a few steps away, and nothing could be done, and the whole company was on the side of the waterhole until now, and it was impossible to expand at all. The helpless Wang Peng was waiting for dawn and waiting for the fog to clear.

"Company commander, listen!"

Through the thick fog, through the darkness before dawn, across the waterhole, in the opposite direction, there was a faint sound.

Seem...... It's the bump of the kettle, and it seems to ...... There was a mixture of voices, but ...... A little further away and no details.

Will there be friendly forces at this time, in this place? Ninety percent not!

"Company commander, it must be those devils!"

They actually got rid of the pursuit of one or two companies? Really came? Calculated the last position learned yesterday afternoon, too fast, right? But maybe!

"Company commander, let's fight!"

How? Shoot in the direction of the sound? Nothing will be hit, but tell the enemy that I am here, and then watch them escape again; no, you should not say that you are open, because you can't see anything with your eyes open.

"Tight formation, bayonet! Give me a light!" Wang Peng stood up, drew his shell gun, and began to circle the opposite side along the water's edge.

There was a slight sound of metal clasps, but all those who had bayonets were hung on the muzzles of their guns, and the soldiers looked forward and left, and looked right, and connected each other with a limited range of sight, and the pace was not too large, nor fast, because it was not fast, and it could neither alarm the enemy nor get out of the sight of their own men, which was a very dangerous thing.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a long time, Wang Peng stopped where he thought he should stop, but the enemy was gone.

The sky was a little brighter, the fog was a little whiter, and the line of sight was a little wider. The shore near the water was wet, apparently caused by fetching water, and there were littered footprints in the mud and dirty extinguished cigarette butts.

"Company commander, look at the footprints are almost a platoon!"

One platoon? How could they have another platoon? Half a platoon is about the same! Could it not be them? Or is it a maze?

"Company commander, they should be going south, the water droplets are wet for a long time!"

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Walking in the thick fog, Kamikawa Chiba's mood improved.

Not only him, but also a dozen of his subordinates, silently thanked the gods in their hearts, completely ignoring how far away the land under their feet was from their so-called gods, not only from the mountains, but also from the sea.

When the pool of water appeared at their feet, they had no scruples on the verge of collapse, they didn't scout, they didn't sentry, more than a dozen people arched at the water's edge in a row, desperately drinking the cold. Even if there is a possibility of being ambushed, even if it is possible to die at the water's edge, drink water first.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like a long time, but Kamikawa Chiba stopped on the shore of a waterhole, half-crouched on the ground, quietly looking at the large footprints left in the soft soil.

"At least one company, maybe more!" the men whispered.

Is it the person who came to meet us? Ninety percent not! This is not the footprint of military boots, it may be a puppet army, more like the shoes you are wearing, poor eight roads!

"Will our reception be here?" the well-watered men regained their spirits and cautiously looked around, but could not see much at all.

These footprints are new, what are the Eight Roads doing here? such a fog, why don't they stay at the water's edge to rest, or ambush, unless they find something!

"Looks like they're facing south, what do we do now?"

In this case, Kamikawa Chiba didn't want to wait. If the response really came, and there was no one by this pool, then it was also possible that it was upstream, although the probability was small, it was not non-existent, or if the eight roads found it were the people who came to receive it, then they were all south of Kushui Creek at this time!

"This fog is coming at a good time!" said Kamikawa Chiba, "no matter where the receiving troops are, now we are out of danger." What we have to do is not to wait, but to leave. ”

"Then we ......"

"First to the west, then to the south. ”

"But the west is not easy to walk, and the thorns are so great that they can only be circumvented from the south or from the north. ”

"Walk the stream and swim upstream!"

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Boom - the stream is white and flies down.

When I looked up, the cliffs in the mist were dark and blurry, and I couldn't see the upper edge of the waterfall, nor could I see the sky, but it was white, and the splashes of cold water droplets hit the bronze face again and again, finely shattered.

The flowing water washed out a gorge, bypassed the craggy, and rushed eastward into the vast mist, which was the upper reaches of Kushui Creek.

"Brother, the fog is too big, and the wind is gone, are we still waiting?"

The upstream is full of sharp rocks, and Chen Chong said that the thorns in the middle reaches are so dense that they can't grow flowers, and Li Youde must be at the edge of the pool downstream, which is a good place to rest and wait for people.

Liu's strong black figure walked out of the haze: "We should go down the river! No matter where Li Youde is stationed in the pond, he can't expect us to appear." Through this fog, we can bite him hard, and he can't find it, let alone chase him!"

"Uh......" Chen Chong wanted to say and stopped.

Ma Liang turned to Chen Chong: "If you have something to say, just say it! It's half of the Jiulian people, what can't be erased." ”

"That's not what it meant, it's just ...... People say that this stream is heavy and unlucky. ”

Ma Liang was speechless, but Liu Jianqiang smiled: "I thought that the mule was not in the cleaner, but I didn't expect you Chen Chong to be this person!"

"I ...... That's what I said. Chen Chong, who was already lacking in confidence, was very embarrassed, he didn't have Luo Fugui's natural shameless nature.

At the very least, it is necessary to confirm that Li Youde is here, and if he continues to wait for the fog to dissipate, he may miss the opportunity and go to the point of existence; the detour downstream, the road is far and variable, and at present, it seems that Liu Jianqiang's proposal is the most feasible.

Click--in the crisp sound of metal, the silver case jumps, and in the misty fog, the white dial is also like fog, it is morning, seven o'clock.

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Bitter Water Creek, midstream.

The water was clear, shallow, knee-deep, but cold.

The trend here is gentle, the stream flows very slowly, spread a little wider, more than ten meters, and the sandy bottom, in the seemingly thin and clear, with the flow of the water silted up a streak, stepping on the foot does not feel hard or soft.

There was no shore, for on both sides were nearly man-high withered thorns, densely coiled and entangled, and warped toward the water. In the fog, up close, it is a lifeless large area of dead gray and sharp, a little farther away is faintly black, and further away, only the white fog can be seen.

The curly gray brim obscured the eyebrows, the bronze lines of the nose and chin were still distinguishable, and the straps on the chest overlapped the simplest patterns, making the gray military uniform as quiet and lifeless as the dry gray thorns on both sides.

The soldier walked at the front of the line, in the middle of the stream.

Trying to forget the cold below the knee, he slowly waded step by step, the rifle was crossed at the waist, the bayonet was not loaded, but the bullet was loaded, and with each wading sound, it shook naturally.

Behind him, a few meters away, the figure of a warrior approached the thorns at the water's edge, slowly wading with his steps, and behind, in the white mist, vaguely followed by two cautious figures in advance.

Behind him, a few meters away, the figures of the same three warriors were faintly spaced apart, approaching the shore.

If you don't look at the water, it's just white, and you don't know how close or far it is.

At this moment, Hu Yi suddenly felt that he would rather choose the black abyss than this endless white, the feeling of confusion made him feel uncomfortable, he could accept that he couldn't reach the end, but he didn't like not to see the end. It feels like ...... Waiting is more painful than lonely!

......

I don't know how long it has been, it seems like a long time.

The fog did not fade at all, and the white float could almost be seen.

For a moment, he felt that he had heard something, from the confusion ahead.

He stopped, stood quietly in the stream, his rifle leaning, motionless, and let the stream flow slowly.

On either side of the rear, the warriors who followed at six intervals stopped as his figure stopped, quietly looking at him standing in front of him in the fog, so quiet that he forgot the cold below his knees.

Women have intuition, and so do beasts, but the intuition of beasts can only be used to perceive danger.

He felt that in the endless white ahead, there might be something, maybe just like Chen Chong said, this flowing water can take away the soul!

......

The other party must be still in the stream like me, very close, if a gust of wind can blow at this time, I believe everyone will be embarrassed!

It was too quiet, too long, and they didn't even want to ask, it wasn't a friendly army.

The knee began to bend slowly, gently entering the water, the right knee against the sand beneath the water, and kneeling on one knee, the cold water of the stream overflowed the waist.

The butt of the gun began to slowly reach the shoulder, and the muzzle of the gun slowly lifted, forward, straight with the line of sight, white and cloudy, and nothing could be seen.

Without looking back, I know that the warriors behind me are the same.

If you don't speak, why don't you fire?

Answer...... There is only one, and I don't know if I'm the one who answered them!

Li Youde is not downstream?

Regardless of whether the reasoning is right or wrong, you can only firmly believe that you are right! Because there is no shore here, because the distance is too close to turn around.

Smack - the guns rang out. At first glance it sounds like one shot, but in fact two shots were fired at the same time. A bullet whizzed away, a bullet whizzed.

The trajectory of the flight was unusually clear, really unusually clear, because of the fog, the fog was too thick, and it was instantly impacted by the bullet into a long strange spiral trajectory, floating on the white water, still surging slowly, and it was not time to disperse, stunned the eyes behind him who were in the wonderland for the first time.

The narrow under-eyes became numb for a moment, but they were invisible by the darkness under the curled brim. The tremor on his shoulder had just ended, and his right hand had mechanically landed on the cold bolt. Bang - the bullet casings rolled and pulled out a puff of gunsmoke, the smell of incense! Bang - the second shot was fired without any scruples, there was no enemy, the enemy was the white in front of him, just to kill the fog, or be killed by the fog!

The gunfire suddenly became noisy! The seven three-eight big covers were crisp and crisp, and in front of them, more than a dozen Hanyang explosions sounded, shooting out more than a dozen clear and strange fog-colored ballistics beside him, and they were still increasing one after another, and they were thrillingly beautiful.

There is no need to aim at all, there is white everywhere, how to aim? Just follow the beautiful spiral vortex that flies, swing the gun, pull the bolt desperately in the hustle and bustle, desperately return the color, completely ignoring the red that has just been splashed on the arm, and not hearing the sound of the person behind him, just shooting, shooting again, continuing to shoot, so that the trajectory is staggered, and the noise is more violent. When we meet on a narrow road, we will be destroyed when we retreat!

The fifth shell flew out of the chamber, and the rifle quickly fell into the water, and the splash of cold rushed into his chest, but he didn't feel cold. With a snort, he tore off the strap of the satchel at his side, and grabbed the coldness of the grenade. The safety ring fell into the water, and the metal body that was thrown up did not have time to form black spots, and it was swallowed by Mangbai, and he had already grabbed the second one, and he had to throw it one after another, and he had to throw the only five remaining grenades before he died.

Boom - boom...... The loud sound of the explosion sounded less than thirty meters ahead, and before the fifth explosion came, there was already the sound of a heavy object falling into the water nearby, it was the sound of a metal body falling into the stream, it was a grenade flying in the fog!

Boom Boom Boom ...... The explosions of each other instantly joined together.

I couldn't hear anything, except that I felt that my half-kneeling body was slammed into the shockwave again and again, shaking so much that I couldn't pull out my M1932 shell gun.

The stream on the side of the leg has been fainted to the edge, the explosion lifted more than ten meters high mangbai, the explosion is faintly black with mud and sand splashing in the heart, column after pillar rises into the sky, water and sand, sand and water, completely covering the entire area, falling like a storm, countless shrapnel invisible sideways.

The whole person was slapped into the icy stream by the huge wave that had just risen, choking, coughing, regaining consciousness for a while, gritting his teeth, supporting, and raising his head again, his eyes full of falling water, his eyes full of floating fog, but he could not see the cold blood dripping.

Dada...... What a familiar sound! A continuous and hideous trajectory, a curtain of water that jumped up one after another, frantically rushed out of the white mist in front of it, like a vicious monster crawling on the water of the stream, rushing over like a snake.

Boom and Boom - Columns of water splashed viciously against his side, rolling backwards, accompanied by the prophecy of a body falling into the water.

Woo Woo ...... M1932 was stretched out and sat back violently, and naturally jumped into a barrage of shooting, cutting forward into the white mist.

I missed it, and tried to pull out the second magazine, only to find that I couldn't lift my left arm, so I put down the gun in frustration and used my right hand to touch it.

And yet the hustle and bustle continued, the sound of machine guns, barge guns, grenade explosions, front, rear.

I felt like I couldn't kneel anymore, it seemed that my whole body was numb, and I barely filled the second magazine in the water with one hand, and before I could raise the gun for the second time, boom-

The column of water that was surging around him seemed to be extraordinarily high, and it was damn white!

Feeling the cold all over his body, he knew that he was lying on his back in the stream, and only then did he know that the whiteness in front of him was actually the sky, and countless crystals were falling head-on, gorgeous as rain, mercilessly smashing the blood-colored face that slightly exposed the water, mercilessly smashing the narrow eyes, until he closed the darkness.

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