The location of the Beinigou tunnel, the morning sun is shining, the morning mist is colorful, the natural tranquility wanders with the wind, the grass and trees dance, the morning dew moisturizes, and the original desolate and harmonious atmosphere is disturbed by a rustling sound. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The strength of a squadron of Japanese troops was scattered in this desolate place, searching and advancing in a straggler formation, less than two hundred meters from the tunnel.

On the right side of the tunnel, a lonely earthen bun stands for many years, covers an area of less than 20 square meters, is about four meters high, the north side is weathered steeply, the grass vines weave clothes and dozens of hundreds of bush leaves are swaying with the wind, the morning dew is sprinkled, and the mist is rippling.

A Devil Banner soldier in an earthy yellow military uniform stood at the top of the dirt bag, facing due north, waving red and blue flags with both hands, and he was delivering a safety message.

The squadron of devils at two hundred meters stood up one by one under the flag, their nervous faces gradually eased, and their index fingers on the trigger of the gun moved away from their original positions, and they all accelerated their speed and trotted forward.

The morning fog is sometimes thick and sometimes light, the transfiguration form ripples with the wind, the humidity is rich, the vision is occasionally blocked, and it is cool and crispy.

At the bottom of the west side of the soil bag, a bunch of shrubs moves northward as a whole, which reverses the law of blowing and scraping in the north, which looks very strange.

"Rustle", "Whoosh"......

The murmur converged in a symphony of wind-blown leaves, and a human head poked out of the ground from the base of the shrub that had been removed, unkempt, revealing only a pair of bright eyes to look around.

No danger? Qin Han muttered in his heart, the reconnaissance was safe and worry-free, drilled out the hole fifty centimeters square, lay on the grass and moved the shrubs back to their original positions, picked up the sand and soil to cover the traces, his eyes were free of guard, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead rolled down the grass.

Damn little devil, why did this canine beast grow so short, so that Lao Tzu was named by the instructor to send him to hell, he deserves to die!

I couldn't stop chattering in my heart, my hands and feet were very sharp, smoothing out the traces and sneaking up into the bushes, crawling on all fours, getting closer, the ghost soldier was a meter away, and it was over as soon as he turned around.

Instructor, instructor, your old man is really good at tossing people, what did you do earlier, and now you are only starting to act, a squadron of little devils is one hundred and fifty meters away, if the target is exposed, it is not a pity to die, what should I do if I delay the military aircraft?

Suddenly, a thick fog rippled in, the lazy devil flag soldier cursed quietly, waved the flag sideways to disperse the fog, and a phantom appeared in the afterglow, the sharp knife flashed and stabbed straight forward, the body was so frightened that his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he opened his mouth to breathe.

"Puff"

Qin Han stabbed up, sealed his throat with a knife, pierced a penetration, hurriedly pressed down the little devil who was struggling with spasms, pushed into the bushes, grabbed the red and blue flag that fell to the ground and stood on the top of the dirt bag, his heart was pounding, sweating like rain, Lao Tzu succeeded?

"Brother, you cow!"

An ethereal voice came from the northwest side of the earthen bag, and Qin Han trembled with anger, and said softly angrily: "Shut up!" ”

Damn, I almost forgot that there was an underground observation post here, I scared Lao Tzu to death, this work is really not done by people!

The morning sun was rising, the north wind did not change, and the fog was filled with a smell of sweat, accompanied by hundreds of devil soldiers advancing south.

"Baga Ya Road, a bunch of cowards with peeing crotch, the empire is ashamed of you, striding to open the way, coward!" Qin Han glared at the devil soldiers who were close to the dirt bag and sneered, hoping that the bloody aura would not be exposed.

"Baga, why didn't you die as a little chess piece waste, insulting the soldiers......" The devil's superior soldier cursed, with a cold face, and his eyes showed disdain.

The chess pieces are homophonic to the flag, this little devil raised by the dog doesn't know that the chess pieces have died balls, Qin Han sneered at each other, in order not to provoke chaos, he forcibly suppressed the urge to ridicule each other.

Seeing that he was speechless, the devil's senior soldier thought that he didn't dare to speak up, so he led the team away arrogantly, without showing an abnormal expression on the surface.

As everyone knows, Yang Guan was shocked into a cold sweat in the tunnel, and the little devil was really cautious, so he actually sent a team to go around to investigate and deliberately infiltrate the dirt bag.

Judging by the light words given by the observation post, this group of devil soldiers went in a biased way, and it seemed that they did not break away from the large army, but only offset, but in fact they had separated from the squadron for more than 30 meters.

It was mainly the devil officer in the middle of the squadron who gestured vaguely, which was enough to prove that the little devil acted consciously and was not worried about the flag soldiers on the dirt bag.

This kind of innocuous episode was originally not worth thinking about, but Yang Guan didn't think so, realizing that the Japanese army was very afraid of the infiltration of the advance team.

Yesterday, a squad was dispatched to reconnoiter from place to place, almost to the point where every inch of land must be investigated, and today's reconnoiter is far beyond the norm.

Thinking that he occasionally appeared here without being discovered, and stayed on the northwest front most of the time, his heart was slightly soothed, and he didn't make a mistake!

The waiting time tormented people's hearts, and everyone prayed in their hearts that the little devil would come soon, holding back a breath of fire, which made the gloomy tunnel steaming hot, and the cold water was gradually heating up.

A few people rejoiced in their hearts that the little devil reconnaissance unit raised by the dog had gone far away to reconnoiter and search for the Japanese army, if it was really not a human life to stay here, the little man would be exposed as a flag soldier, Nima, why didn't the little devil come?

The people of the advance team were a little better, they all closed their eyes in anxiety to recuperate, sharpened their endurance, condensed their murderous intentions, and thought about their own shortcomings to pass the time.

The militia, which was originally mud-legged, was miserable, everyone was sweating hotly, waiting anxiously, that is, expecting the Japanese army to come over but worrying that they would be crushed to death by tanks in the tunnel.

Ever since I heard the advance team members describe the appearance of the devil tank, people's hearts have been confused, and such a big iron lump can't crush people to pieces?

More than 1,500 people gathered in the tunnel of more than 500 meters, where are people hiding from each other, what does this god of war think?

Just when people were panicking, the observation posts came from both sides of the lights, the Japanese tank cluster came? A panic made the heart beat like a drum, sweat flowed, and the sound of torrential rain sounded on the surface of the tunnel.

"Report Zero, the devil tank is less than three kilometers away from us, and it is heading towards us!" The big man said excitedly, this time there is a battle to fight, come on, capture the Iron King Eight alive.

"The militia was ordered to hide in Bidong, and the rest of the people obeyed the command of the advance team, turned on flashlights and kerosene lamps, and prepared silently for battle." Yang Guan gave the order, and then climbed up to the Bidong and used the rotary knife to open a square hole at the top.

The sand fell into the tunnel with the blade cutting, and there was a splash of water.

Touching a layer of soil about 50 centimeters thick, with the support of diagonal braces on wooden boards, trees and branches, there is no problem for pedestrians, what will happen to the tank crushing?

The instructor took the lead in opening the hole, and the advance team members responded one after another, opening a hole ten meters according to the original plan, so as to accurately observe the tank fall point and avoid casualties.

One by one, the holes were formed one after another, and the heads poked out through the grass to observe the north, and a pair of bright eyes showed excitement, come on, Lao Tzu is waiting to capture the Iron King alive!