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Yang Guan was tossed in the rain of aerial bombs, almost shocked to the point of displacement, and suffered for a minute.

In his impression, it was a century, long and boundless, and the spirit was almost lost in it.

It's like falling into the eighteenth layer of hell, tormented in the dark, unable to survive, unable to die, only accompanied by pain.

That feeling is heartbreaking, cooking from the inside out, and there is only a trace of clarity left.

Almost struggling with life and death, he broke out of hell and saw a glimmer of light, but he was greeted with emotional damage.

Faced with the fact that the Tenglong detachment was destroyed, the heart seemed to be torn apart, and the soul thought was remorseful and tempered, and it was emotionally unacceptable.

At this moment, the belief he adhered to swayed, rippling, surging, and even turned into a monstrous wave in the tide of emotion.

A ray of light appeared just when his faith was about to crumble, saving his will and faith.

However, the little devil launched a night battle, breaking the joy that followed the catastrophe.

Yang Guan gave an order, and everyone in the Tenglong detachment acted quickly, grabbed their weapons and rushed to the high ground to ambush.

At this time, everyone did not dwell on the gains and losses, nor did they say a word, almost everyone had a sad face.

Many of them had bloody faces, panic in their eyes, and hatred.

There was silence, and a wave of anger rippled through his body, like a volcanic crater about to erupt.

Pan Yunfeng pulled out the shell gun on his waist and turned it flexibly on his hands, his face was angry, and his eyes were red.

Spread his legs and ran in the direction of the thunderbolt explosion, passing by himself, but without a glance, she ignored it?

Ben wanted to open his mouth to remind her to be careful, but when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed it raw, and her Adam's apple rolled a few times in a row, and it was dry and painful.

The heart hurt fiercely, as if it had been smashed by a 10,000-pound hammer, shattered and painful.

A wave of unevenness has risen again and again.

Yin Zhen walked past her with naked hatred, and did not retract her gaze until she disappeared into the night.

What is this for? Who did Lao Tzu offend, who did he provoke, and what did they take the war for?

Imagination or fantasy? They don't understand how much hostility there is in the outside world, and there are a large number of special little devils waiting for an opportunity there, and even if they withdraw, they will suffer heavy casualties.

Besides, war is a place of life and death, unpredictable, impermanent, and normal, and a place for bloody games.

If you only have your own selfish desires and do not care about the overall situation of the future, you are not worthy of staying in the team.

makes a face, plays with temperament, puts on a show, and even undisguised hatred, what do you think of Lao Tzu?

Yang Guan was angry from his heart, but he had nowhere to vent, so he lifted the gun angrily and ran to the top of the broken mountain with his legs open.

The moonlight is hazy, and the screen covers the mountains, reflecting a silver-gray picture, but unfortunately it is a little broken.

Covered in devastation, sand pits are everywhere, and the rock layers are cracked, none intact, all the way to the outside of the mountaintop.

Crawling on the ground, the probe observes, the line of sight is only more than 100 meters, and the average person is about twenty or thirty meters.

There was no trace of the devil in his sight, probably touching the treacherous thunder, and he slowed down in panic.

"Bugu ......" Yang Guan issued a code signal to wave the flag to convey the message, and at the same time set up a telescope to watch.

Fixed-magnification lenses are just as useful at night, but the key depends on eyesight.

In places where bomb ships have blown up, bird calls are out of the norm, and the communication of flags is passed on to prevent the latent sentinels from making such mistakes.

The lurking sentry reacted quickly, and when he found that the little devil was gesturing behind him, and the speed of the transmission was too fast, he must have been scared in his heart.

The gesture of the lurking sentry is rusty, but it is quite successful.

I see, the dense little devils touched the mountain, and it was reasonable for the lurking sentry to be afraid.

After all, the top of the mountain was brutally bombed, whether anyone survived, the lurking post did not know anything, they were like children who had lost their parents, and it was normal for them to panic.

At this moment, the Tenglong detachment as a whole lacked understanding and was suspicious of each other, and he made a cuckoo call to stabilize the army's heart.

The lurking post didn't understand, but their respective instructors knew it clearly, and it would not be a problem to gather the army's heart before the little devil came up.

According to the report of the lurking post, a large number of little devils came up the mountain from the south side, without using lighting facilities, intending to sneak up to the top of the mountain quietly.

However, to the disappointment of the little devil, at the moment before dark, the advance team members arranged two blockade lines, and the first police rope was touched to expose the little devil's whereabouts.

The police rope, also known as hemp rope, is set up in a place that is not easy to detect and must pass through, extending not far from the lurking post, and then tied with a string of bullet casings.

Once touched by the little devil, this string of shells will "jingle".

And the treacherous thunder is the second line of defense, and there are quite a few of them, which are divided into individual and cluster modes, and they cannot cross this hurdle without paying the price of blood in the dark night.

The little devil used bomber wheels to bomb the top of the mountain, and more than a dozen peaks were flattened.

The little devil was relieved a lot, and he just touched the mountain from the south side, and he didn't find anything in the other directions for the time being.

Even so, Yang Guan did not dare to be careless, and issued an order again, telling the personnel in all directions to be on strict alert.

The little devil was cautious, probably frightened by the thunderstorm, and nested halfway up the mountain waiting for orders.

The lurking posts all heard the voices of the little devils discussing, but unfortunately they didn't know Japanese, otherwise it would be more beneficial to the battle.

The wind was gusting, and the top of the mountain was bleak and cold.

The stone diaphragm under him responds to people, revealing a pungent smell of gunpowder, which destroys the body and mind with the cold current.

The taste of waiting is unpleasant, just like the bombing of a bomb that has just happened, and it torments the mind every second.

Especially in this kind of nest fire, the factor of hatred flows all over the body, and gradually converges into a torrent, which makes the body and mind indignant.

Yang Guan's Adam's apple was surging, dry and painful, his breathing was gradually short, his mind was impetuous, and he was just waiting for a moment to vent.

Everyone survived under the bombardment of the bomb cluster, and the grievances, depression, humiliation, and fear in the hearts of the people who lived for the rest of their lives converged into a single anger.

The taste of being bombed is uncomfortable, and at the same time, hatred is accumulated in fear, and a willpower that can explode the sky.

It's a pity that the little devil didn't dare to step forward, which made everyone angry to the extreme, but there was nothing to be done.

At this time, he was even more anxious, afraid that someone would not be able to help but rush out, sacrificing a small person, and affecting the ambush operation was a big deal.

Suddenly, sporadic gunshots came from the back mountain, and everyone was amazed, and the originally suppressed anger subsided a lot.

"All attention, wait for the little devil to come within thirty meters and greet him with a grenade, and I'll go to the back of the mountain to have a look." Yang Guan ordered everyone to communicate to each other.

After explaining, he quickly ran to the back mountain, and his heart was also beating a drum, the back mountain is a cliff, how could the little devil touch it from the back mountain?

It must be that special group of little devils, or bushido masters, if they break through the hidden outpost in the back mountain, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Thinking of the harm, he inadvertently quickened the pace of running.

"Instructor, these little devils are very evil......" team members reported.

(To be continued.) )