Baiyun Mountain.

The morning glow reflects the red mountains with red ravines.

The roar of planes came from the sky again.

Beware of the night attack of the Japanese with red eyes, but the Japanese did not attack.

It seems that the attack will be launched again under the bombing of the airplane during the day...

The Japanese ground troops did not attack, and the tired soldiers began to drill into the cave behind Baiyun Temple, and fell asleep immediately.

The kind of lively airplane bombing is not enough, so try to stay away from it...

The command center was located in the cave, and the sentry ran to the entrance of the cave: "Report, the Japanese plane is here again!"

The deputy division commander frowned: "Leave an observation post to guard the brothers and let the brothers go into the bunker to drink some water and rest... In addition, as long as the Japanese infantry are not attacked, don't disturb the division commander!"

Strangely, the Japanese bomber did not drop bombs.

The leaves were thrown away and the sky was flying.

Another sentry ran into the cave: "Reported that there was a strange movement of the Japanese outside the encirclement, as if they were to withdraw from the south..."

"Don't pay attention to him, the Japanese are playing the trick of three que 1 again..." The deputy commander didn't raise his head.

The chief of staff next to him nodded: "The Japanese ran to Guiguzi's hometown to play thirty-six strategies, obviously wanting us to go down the mountain and then attack again..."

The groans and screams of the wounded soldiers in the cave made the people in the command center feel a little upset.

The deputy commander's tired face was a little pale: "There is no shortage of food and ammunition on the mountain, but there is a shortage of water. If it rains, it will be fine if you persist in the mountain for half a year..."

"Yes, it doesn't rain for a year. Just relying on my brothers to get water from the mountainside in the middle of the night, it cannot solve the problem of our more than one thousand brothers having dinner."

The deputy division commander made a decision: "Since the Japanese have made it out of the south, take this opportunity to arrange for the reconnaissance company to go down the mountain and bring more water kettles... and store water first!"

The dead are dead, the wounded are injured, the surrendered, the escaped are fleeing... The troops of more than 6,000 people are fighting to the point where more than 1,000 numbers are left.

The reconnaissance company is not the main combat force. After a series of battles, there are still more than 40 left, and the survival rate is much higher than that of other combat forces.

There are machine guns behind, and mortars can provide fire support at any time to get some water. They are not afraid of the Japanese who have withdrawn from their positions playing tricks.

More than forty people pulled a long scattered line and moved down the mountain with their waists.

Actually… there is no difference between a cat or a cat’s waist.

In the past, the Japanese would definitely shoot cold guns on the mountain sparsely, but today, the mountain is calm.

The company commander led the team looked left and right down the mountain, but he did not see any Japanese puppet army at all.

I shook my head and said that something abnormal happened, and I just hope that I could still keep this quiet when I arrived at the stream at the foot of the mountain.

As for whether he could complete this water withdrawal task, he was unsure.

Just like large animals always hide near the water source to sneak attacks, perhaps from now on, the period of time when they arrive at the water source will be the last time some brothers in the reconnaissance company live in the world.

Subconsciously sticking it to the rocks on the mountain walls, perhaps this will avoid the bullets fired by the Japanese accurately.

No one wants to die... but sooner or later, they will have to pull bullets...

Under a contradictory mood, the morale of the team should be as low as possible.

Almost all of the people thought this way in their hearts, the speed of going down the mountain was as slow as a snail...

How many minutes can you live? What are the minutes...

The mountains are so calm that it makes people feel palpitations.

I don’t know when the Japanese shot the rifle, and the light machine gun sounded...

I don’t know if the Japanese infantry cannons will fire, or if the grenade launcher will rush into a random burst of energy...

Maybe he will face the Japanese bayonet...

Maybe the Japanese will poison the water source... Although it is not easy to play with living water, who can know?

Everything is possible.

The team continued to walk towards the stream at the foot of the mountain like an ant.

The bushes on both sides of the mountain road are not lush.

No one knows whether there are Japanese or not, and no one knows where Japanese ambush.

The bushes were filled with sunlight that were torn into fine pieces.

There are insects chirping in the thorns and birds chirping in the forest...

But the mountain stream seemed terriblely quiet.

The footsteps of the soldiers seemed particularly loud.

The occasionally kicked gravel rolled down the cliff...

The sparse bushes in the distance swirls in the mountain wind...

Everyone felt that there was always something in the bushes watching them and their group.

Perhaps it was because I was moving towards the end of my life step by step, and I didn’t know how long I had been walking, my body was sweating. The team finally saw the thin mountain spring. The mountain spring did not flow into a stream. After flowing out of the ground for a distance, it disappeared after entering the cracks of the stone.

As the terrain decreases, the original three-dimensional field of view seems to slowly turn into planes.

The surrounding bushes are singing and birds are singing, and the end of the rugged mountain road is still rugged.

The earth lay quietly in the sun.

In the bushes with waist-high height, the bodies of a fallen brother came into view.

There is no chance to bury before going up the mountain.

There are not many small animals in the mountains, and no one cares whether the corpses are missing.

Maybe, after a while, I will lie next to that brother...

Cyst shells can occasionally be seen on the ground...

I noticed that there were some rocks on the mountain road under my feet, and the clusters of wild grasses swayed in the mountain breeze.

Human life is like grass...

"Why..."

A sound suddenly came from behind a stone opposite.

The soldiers immediately avoided both sides of the mountain road.

The vanguard held his gun and jumped behind the stone next to him, and began to look for the source of the sound.

At this moment, the soldiers behind were not panicked, and the first thought in their hearts was relieved.

The pressure is too great, and finally there is a reason to hide on the spot.

I comforted myself in my heart that I finally had a reason to stop moving forward.

No gunshots.

No brother screams or wails after being shot.

You can live for a few more minutes.

No one answered.

The cries of insects and birds around seemed to have disappeared.

The gunshots in my memory have never appeared.

desolate.

The sun shines on your back and you can't feel any warmth.

After relief, the atmosphere gradually became tense again.

Even became terrifying.

Bang...

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! A soldier could not bear this pressure and finally fired.

No one blamed him, no officer scolded him...

It doesn't matter anymore.

The military uniform is covered with dust and dust stains of gunpowder and bloodstains, and the soil can still be seen.

The expected gunfire still did not come.

The vanguard lay on the stone and shouted angrily, "I have a kind of shooting. If I am afraid of death, I will be raised by a bitch..."

Bang...

After saying that, he shot the bushes again.

The other party finally heard a voice: "Can you stop shooting?"

It is a puppet army! Maybe it is still the charisma of the past.
To be continued...