In the trench outside the bunker, Long Wenwen, who was wearing a gas mask, looked desperately at the fog, trying to see through the fog, but the lenses of the gas mask and the scary fog with low visibility meant that even if he added a telescope, he could not see through what was going on.

What.

"Stretch your neck longer!" Mi Long said something sarcastic to the side. Long Wenwen glared at him, but the gas mask covered his expression, which did not threaten Mi Long at all. Instead, Mi Long laughed holding his belly.

"Milong, you don't seem to be worried about them." Lao Mai's voice came from the side. Milong squinted at Lao Mai, who was dressed the same as them, and said, "Is there any need to worry?"

Long Wenwen explained Milong's mentality on the side: "In Japanese terms, it is: His conscience is greatly damaged!"

"Shit! Meng Fannie brought four people here, and there are only six people including Death and Money. If you listen to the current formation, it feels like the little devil is fighting a company. According to me, there is no need to worry at all.

, I'm really worried, you should worry about the little devil! Maybe the little devil is really crying now!" After Milong said, he also deliberately learned to howl, causing a group of people to burst into laughter.

At this time, Kang Ya, who was observing from the front, warned: "There is someone!"

Everyone who was joking and joking instantly went into a state of alert, and in the heavy fog, a figure was walking awkwardly through the heavy fog.

"Earned them?"

"Wait!" Long Wenwen stretched out his hand to signal not to move lightly. As the opponent approached and the towel on his neck was clearly visible, Long Wenwen immediately shouted: "A few people come up to help! Others cover!"

Milong, who was supposed to control the machine gun, was the first to jump out of the trench, howling: "You've earned your death! Your daddy, Milong, is here to save you!"

But as the mysterious dragon approached them and saw the situation clearly, they became anxious because there were only four people coming back, and one of them was being carried on his back.

"What's going on?" Milong shouted.

"Madman!" Meng Fanglia's voice came: "This bitch is desperate for his life. He took off his mask and fought with the Japanese in the poisonous gas!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Help and carry the person in quickly!" He Shuguang's urgent voice came. The people in the trench hurriedly got out of the way, and four figures covered in red crawled towards the entrance in embarrassment.

The injured person was Zhang Lixian. After taking off the mask, the people around him were in a state of air-conditioning. His face, which should have been handsome, was now full of erosion. Even Zhang Lixian's breathing was rough, as if it had been corroded.

"Gasoline! Get the gasoline quickly!" He Shuguang howled. Doubian rushed to bring half a barrel of gasoline, but was slapped on the ground by Milong. Milong jumped to his feet and shouted: "Are you crazy? It's not poisoned.

Does he want to burn him?"

"Rubbing with gasoline can alleviate the symptoms. Give him the gasoline quickly." Lao Mai explained to the illiterate. Milong suddenly realized that he picked up the gasoline and handed it to He Shuguang. He Shuguang picked up a towel and soaked it in it.

After applying gasoline, wipe it carefully.

"Take off the gas mask quickly and check the seal! Use gasoline to wipe any discomfort." Long Wenwen greeted hurriedly, and replaced He Shuguang to wipe Zhang Lixian for him. Meng Fan was annoyed, and He Shuguang and Sangmenxing were at this time

Only then did he check himself.

During the fierce battle, there was more or less something wrong with the sealed anti-virus suit, and there was obvious corrosion and erosion in some places where the sealing was not good.

The three of them were busy wiping it with gasoline. At this time, Mi Long couldn't help but ask: "Have you made money in Xia? Are you going to die?"

The three of them shook their heads, and Meng Fan said: "Zhen La and Yao Ma should be together."

On the chaotic battlefield, he saw a "jail" following Kaname with a white towel on his step, so he came up with this suspicion.

"It should be reliable to be together with Kaname and Death," Milong muttered, but immediately put on his mask again, turned around and got out of the bunker.

It was another frightening wait. Time passed little by little, but no one emerged from the heavy fog. The people waiting in the trenches outside the bunker became uneasy. The four of them had been back for so long. Xia Tian and Yao

Why didn't Ma come?

"Is something going on with Brother Ma and Xia Tian?" Doubiang muttered worriedly, but received a slap from Milong. Milong scolded him while slapping him: "What do you mean something happened? What do you mean something happened? Just

Even if we all die, he won’t be able to die even if we all die! I’ll let you talk nonsense. I’ll let you talk nonsense!”

Doubiang ran away with his head in his hands, but Milong squatted down weakly and stretched out his hand to grab the person next to him: "You must be alive if you die, right? His life is so hard, how can he die? Right? Right?"

"He can't die, he won't die, he won't die!" Snake Butt's changed voice came from under the mask.

Mysterious Dragon and Snake Butt stubbornly confirmed this fact, but the air condensed, and the people waiting in the trench seemed to have no support at that moment.

"That kid must have become red-eyed, and he is still entangled with the kid... Yes, that must be the case." Mi Long spoke again, but Long Wenwen's hand beside him started to shake. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to take off the mask.

When he came down, Lao Mai next to him saw what was happening and hurriedly stopped Long Wenwen from seeking death. The poisonous gas had already dispersed, and many people gathered around the bunker. Taking off the mask meant seeking death.

"Can't breathe, take a breath, take a breath..." Long Wenwen pretended to be calm and explained his stupidity just now, but his trembling voice betrayed his stubbornness.

"Lao Mai, give me a hand, I'm a little tired." Long Wenwen continued to be stubborn. Lao Mai supported this man who looked as light as a mountain and was actually as light as a heartbeat, and slowly helped Long Wenwen sit down.

"It's so frustrating to wear this shit, it's so frustrating..."

Long Wenwen beat his chest, as if to confirm what he just said, but the sound he beat his chest was very hard, as if he was about to break himself. A Yi on the side pretended to be sure: "Listen

, He’s still fighting! Xia Zhengla must be fighting like crazy! He’s a petty person, and he must have been stifled by being in and out over the past few days. He must be taking revenge now, yes, he must be taking revenge.”

However, his weak words did not convince anyone. Everyone knew that Xia Tian had made a fortune and would never come back.

There was silence again, heart-rending silence.

It was as if Doubian didn't belong to "everyone". In the silence, he added stupidly: "The gunfire stopped. Brother Xia Tian and Brother Yaoma must have finished fighting. They will be back soon."

But no one responded, only suffocating silence.

"The devils are coming!" A shrill howl sounded, and everyone in the dead silence instantly turned into evil ghosts rushing out from hell. After the astonishing and unanimous sound of loading, everyone lay down and pointed at the heavy fog, with their fingers tightened

It sticks tightly to the trigger, and whenever they see a human figure, their anger and hatred will pour out through the muzzle of the gun.

"madman!"

"Life-threatening bastard!"

"Still thinking about your kettle!"

"People are almost poisoned! I still miss your kettle!"

"Turtle son!"

"Xia Zhengla, you little son of a bitch, hold on for me, we'll be here soon. You are my father, hold on for me!"

Cursing voices were faintly heard in the fog, and Milong jumped up. After a roar, he jumped out desperately, and all the sorrow turned into one sentence:

"It's a hell of a profit!"

In the heavy fog, the lost dragon pounced in front of the embarrassed two people. "Xia Tian" was dragging "Kaima" around in confusion. The two were carrying Japanese and American kettles on their backs. They bumped into each other while moving, making a dull sound.

.

Obviously, Milong's way of identifying the two of them was towels. The one with a towel hanging around his neck naturally thought it was numb.

"You've earned it by dying! Why the hell didn't you die? Your father and I were ready to howl for you!" Mi Long cursed at "Xia Tian", and then said angrily: "You know that dying is nothing."

You are a promising person, you will be half dead after being swayed twice in the poisonous gas, get out of here, I will carry this grandson in!"

"I'm your Uncle Li!" A Sichuan accent came from under the mask of "Xia Tian". Milong was stunned, is this going to cause numbness?

Then...the one being dragged is Xia Tian?

"Bad boy!" Milong yelled, picked up Xia Tian and ran back. At this time, Xia Tian's weak voice came from under the mask: "I am your father."

The pure taste of summer.

…

"He is a madman! A life-threatening madman!" In the bunker, Yaoma cursed Xia Tian, ​​who was howling miserably: "He is a life-threatening man! Killing a dozen or so Japs is enough. Just take them away when you feel like it! He just wants to

No, I still have to risk my life with the Japanese!"

"You son of a bitch, I was shot through the leg by a Japanese soldier in the end. I told him to run away with you on my back, but he refused and had to take the kettle he had hidden with him! You are such a fairy, why don't you move Nujiang River?

Just carry it back!"

Kaname, who was soaked with sweat, was still filled with fear.

"You don't want your life! Just run away after blowing up the gas bomb. You have to fight with the Japanese! When you run away, you are still thinking about the kettle! I almost died of being dragged down by this little son of a bitch!"

Long Wenwen listened to Yaoma's curses and slowly took a sip of river water from the kettle.

The river water actually had no taste, but from the water he drank, he smelled the stench of blood and sweat.

He also drank full of strength and fighting spirit.

"Okay, don't hide here anymore. The gas bombs exploded and are floating everywhere. Be careful if the Japanese take advantage of this. Do whatever you have to do!" Long Wenwen, who was resurrected with full health, began to chase people away, and a group of people were beaten.

The bloody warriors, wearing masks and filled with rage to avenge Xia Tian, ​​got out of the bunker one after another, waiting for the Japanese to come and die.

After everyone was gone, Long Wenwen slowly walked to the wailing Xia Tian and whispered: "Stop pretending."

Xia Tian stopped howling and showed a wry smile: "How do you know I'm pretending?"

"Guess."

When he was wiping Xia Tian just now, although Xia Tian was pretending to scream, it didn't match the rhythm of his pressing. At that time, Long Wenwen seemed to be clunking, and sure enough... he was unconscious.

"It's like the roundworms in my stomach," Xia Tian smiled: "Wrap this thing up and look at it." He was probably the first person to recognize his legs as "this thing".

"Unconscious?"

Xia Tian nodded and said calmly: "It's good, so as not to be blinded by pain like Lao Zhang."

"The whole leg or just the lower half?"

"The lower half."

Long Wenwen was silent for a moment and said: "It's really good. I don't have to fight on the battlefield anymore."

Xia Tian nodded in agreement, and Long Wenwen slowly bandaged Xia Tian's left calf, then turned around and walked away. After taking a few steps, he staggered and almost fell. He cursed in a low voice: "Fuck, even the bunker is broken.

It’s all uneven.”

…

Day 17.

The three kettles went around in a circle. After 49 people drank, there was still one and a half kettles left.

"Grandpas, don't save! There is still water! There is still water!" Long Wenwen ran to a pile of kettles and lifted the full kettles with difficulty, but no one cared, because of this desperate persistence and obvious

With friendly forces in front of them that never moved, they were ready to hold on for a long time.

Death is actually the happiest thing, but they don't want to die just like that.

"Okay, save your energy, don't dazzle us in front of us, it's time to come out and make a profit, right?" Meng Fanlao began to dislike this member of his family who always seemed to be full of energy. Everyone is the same, so don't pretend to be smart.

Can you be strong?
To be continued...