The rain from the mountains is like a girl's unrestrained love, sweeping the grass and trees in the 100,000 mountains regardless of recklessness. The thick black clouds concealed the moonlight tightly. The patter of rain struck the tent, playing a beautiful and seductive movement.
The tents are like groups of bulging mounds, standing quietly in the night, with a faint yellow revealing a gap. If you look closely, there is a cup of tea, a cigarette, and a frowning man inside. In such a rainy night, there seems to be no reason for insomnia, the humid air, the cool breeze, the scent of the approachable earth, and of course the scent of tea and the scent of nicotine.
The man just sat silently in the tent, did he roll up his sleeves and look at his watch, looking at the world outside the tent, in the dark 100,000 mountains, he was completing the replacement of his life every moment. The reincarnation of nature is the rule of the world. Just as we need to respect the elders, the four-billion-year-long nature is also worthy of our awe.
"It's time, I hope I'm right." The man finally took a sip of the cold leftover tea, opened the tent door and walked into the pattering rain, where his companions were waiting for him.
"Sister Tang, do you really think someone will pass by here?" The question was Su Haiharrier. At this moment, he was shrinking under the thick rain cloth, his voice trembling slightly, perhaps nervous or excited.
"When did your brother Feng miscalculate?" Tang Mengli has almost superstitious worship of Feng. She believes that every word he says, the IQ of Thousand Door Master is far beyond the reach of ordinary people, and that precision is like a computer. The analysis method gave Tang Mengli the right to believe that what he said must be the truth. Miss Tang touched the camouflage color on her face, wondering if such an ugly dark green would irritate her delicate skin, but she said, "Be careful when you fight for a while, don't always rush to the front. "Somehow, she always likes to treat this boy who is not much younger than herself as her own brother, but whenever there is danger, she always protects this little man.
"Don't worry, Sister Tang, I'm an old man." A boy under the age of twenty called himself an old man. It is a bit absurd, but the craftsmanship of Gaomaimen is definitely not absurd. Su Hai Harrier could see that the collar button of the blood-drinking shirt was not fastened 50 meters away, and he could also feel that there were 37 piercing studs in the left pocket of Sister Tang's pants. This is his talent, as one of the best high buys, he is a ghost on the battlefield.
Drinking blood is hidden behind the most obtrusive boxwood, and his dragon teeth against his chest exudes a trace of blood, which undoubtedly arouses the fighting spirit in the heart of drinking blood. In fact, he is eager to be passionate. Of the First World War. So when Contemporary Jun Chou revealed the arrangement of this raid, he was the most active. In fact, as one of the commanders of the coalition forces, he shouldn't have taken personal risks. Unfortunately, as a swordsman, he still prefers to speak with strength.
The location of the raid was also selected by Dai Junchoo. He vowed to say that there will be enemies passing by tonight. No one asked why. Maybe it was because of the respect of Lord Qianmen, maybe because of the trust in his comrades, maybe just once. Gamble, in short, all thirty commandos were in place, and they were quietly ambushing here just after the son. At that time, the rain had not yet fallen, the moonlight was still bright, and the Milky Way was still hanging in the sky.
In fact, Tang Mengli is also very curious, why the enemy appeared in such a place without warning, because this is not a high ground, nor is it a stronghold of the enemy, it is not even a dangerous place for soldiers to fight, but an ordinary place. There is a gentle slope through which there is no end in sight.
However, drinking blood is clear that Feng chose this place not because of how important it is, but because the road under his feet is the only way to the base camp of the Allied Forces. In other words, Dai Junchou is sure that someone will sneak attack tonight, and he is going to fight a wave of ambush here. But why? Even if it rains tonight, even if the journey is tiring, how can he be sure that the enemy will make a surprise attack tonight
Dai Juncao had his reasons, and he was too lazy to ask. He still likes to be a swordsman, and honestly draws, draws, and closes. Rather than studying various battle reports and formulating various plans like a strategist, this is a literati and matter, and has nothing to do with him. As a warrior through and through, he appreciates the bloody battle more than the wit and courage of the staff of both sides.
Drinking blood turned over his luminous watch, and at 3:13, according to Feng's speculation, someone would pass by at 3:30, and his task was to send them to Huangquan.
At 3:27, a group of vague figures appeared at the end of the road, with black cloaks, black goggles, and large black weapons, just like a group of soldiers from hell, breaking into the world of Yang from the gate of the underworld. Earth reaps life. It's a pity that they don't know that what is waiting for them is not the lamb to be slaughtered, but the whole elite of Longshuo Wulin.
"Ten, twenty, thirty, thirty-five." Yin Xue said silently in her heart, "Confirm the target, thirty-five people. The order of attack, Suomen Swordsman is the first echelon, Tangmen disciple is the second echelon, Shaolin Wudang Disciple pay attention to the seal. Gaomai and Pioneer disciples are on standby." Things seem to be a bit wrong. Thirty-five people dared to attack the base camp of the Allied Forces. Are all the people who die out of the door are masters of the world? Looking at the actions of these people, it's not the same. As a master, drinking blood can clearly feel the rich but not pure murderous aura of the enemy.
"Why Gaomai and Pioneer disciples can only be the reserve team." Su Haiyao pouted dissatisfiedly, perseveringly drinking blood is the commander-in-chief of the battlefield. According to Feng, "Even the controversial order must do its best. To implement, there is only one commander on the battlefield." Well, the reserve team is the reserve team.
Jing Muyan and Doctor Mo were on standby a hundred meters away from the place of engagement. They set up a small black tent. There was a hastily set up a battlefield hospital, and a battlefield taxi of Xurishu parked beside him. The mission remains the same, to respond to the wounded on the battlefield at any time. Dou Muqi was also assigned to the medical team, which was enough to wrong the descendants of King Kong. There is no way, the logistics is inherently weak, and it would be terrible if someone was attacked.
"Did they do it?" Doctor Mo was holding his teapot and drinking one after another. Jing Muya actually used the binoculars and stared at the front intently, "No, the enemy is about to enter the encirclement. , The number is not large, and it seems that there is no master who can surpass the blood drinker." The pressure on the two of them is really not great. The elites are dispatched, and the proportion of injuries will undoubtedly be very small.