"This is the fifth time. It's all over now. I was just thinking about Yu Xiaoqing's elite troops..."

"What do you want them to do, you little bitch?"

"I think they're going to die miserably this time."

"It's true." Shuo Yu glanced at the Nantianmen. He was afraid of this place, and felt the fear from the bottom of his heart. Even if half of his body was pressed against the ground, it could not reduce his fear. Many people would die here, Zhang Lixian, He Shuguang, Yu Zhi, Li Bing... Those he liked and those he disliked would all die. There was no escape from the dense artillery fire that they would never see.

After a long period of torment and waiting, the night finally arrived. As they put on a nightgown, Fanla beside Shuoyu breathed a sigh of relief. After all, at least the night was safer than the day.

The three of them spent the entire night hiding in a small pool of water where only half of their bodies were visible, shivering under the flares, huddling together to transfer their body temperature in order to stay awake.

On the flag slope, Clauber looked at the flares on the opposite bank, quickly put down the 37 shells in his hand, took the telescope, and stood on tiptoe to look at the opposite bank, hoping to see something. However, when the light was so bright that it seemed to have dispersed the daylight, he still didn't see what he wanted to see. He had no choice but to sit back, humming a song, and brushing his small shells one after another.

The whole night was accompanied by the occasional random shooting and patrols of the Japanese army. The sun finally rose again from the east. Today was only the second day. Shuo Yu woke up Fanla who had his eyes closed, stuffed the biscuits in his hand into his hand, and handed him the kettle.

He didn't know why he always felt that the three of them were here for a picnic, and now it seemed like it, dead dead looking at a big rock not far from them with a telescope,

"The sun is coming out."

Fanla lay on his back on the dirt and grass, the buzzing sounds of groups of flies echoed around them. Shuoyu was also looking at the rising sun. The sunrise was really beautiful, but there were too many insects here. He had no time to pay attention to the sunrise. He stretched out his hands and caught all the big flies surrounding him in his hands, torturing them.

Si La looked back at Ban Xian Er who was playing with flies, and Fan La who was basking in the sun, and then stuck the telescope back on his face.

"He's shining his light on my butt and your face—! What are we doing here? Think about it, you should be embarrassed now. When can you change your pretentious habits? Banxian'er, I'll be playing with flies later. Come here quickly, do you see it?"

The sun shone on their hiding place, warming Shuoyu's whole body. He threw the flies whose wings and legs he had removed under himself, and turned his head to look at the thing that made their leader so excited.

When Fanla leaned over to see what Sila was talking about, because of his big movements, a hand stretched out and hit his face on the stone. When he raised his head, the first thing he did was to greet their leader.

"My uncle is fine, no need for your greetings, come and look!"

Shuo Yu also looked in the direction of their leader's gaze. The Japanese soldiers were about to eat again. Suddenly, a whistle sounded. They ate three meals a day.

Shuo Yu chewed the biscuit in his mouth, and the sour and spicy gastric juice burned his stomach and intestines. It had been a long time since he felt the existence of this organ again. He had only not eaten for a day and a night.

Over there in the Japanese trenches, people were shouting loudly, "Dinner is ready! Dinner is ready!"

"Did you hear that? There was movement in their machine gun nest. Did you see where their food was coming from? There wasn't even any smoke; it just appeared out of nowhere."

"There seems to be some white smoke inside their second or even third line of defense. Do they have some kind of fast passage?" Shuo Yu listened to the words of their captain beside him and thought, maybe there is that kind of transmission pipeline. Didn't Takeuchi study civil engineering? Digging one or two tunnels is not a problem. He has seen tunnel warfare.

"If they can conjure up food, they can also conjure up weapons through that quick channel. Then nothing will work. If they can conjure up food, how can we?"

Fanla glanced at Si La beside him and started to speak, his tone changing into that of a storyteller.

"So, you can just think of me as Yu Xiaoqing. I'm Yu, and I have American weapons, as well as elite soldiers who are not afraid of death, and cannon fodder who are willing to die even if they are afraid of death. You little devils! Get out of here as far as you can. I'll kill you no matter how you change! Don't disturb my heroic spirit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shuoyu's slap was on his lips. To make him clear his mind, he looked at the little offender's face and asked seriously,

"Are you sick, Meng Fan?"

"What do you think? If I wasn't sick, would I follow a mad dog like this here?" Fanla was discouraged. He turned around carefully and took the initiative to make close contact with the ground. He didn't want to say anything more.

"Then it seems that we are all sick. Being sick is not a bad thing these days, right, Captain?" Shuo Yu glanced at Fanla and then set his sights on Si La. At this time, it seemed that the concept of mental illness had not yet spread.

"Really? You say so, don't you?"

Si La Si La glanced at Fan La who was looking down and Ban Xian Er who was looking at him, then continued to hold his telescope, and said in a shocked tone,

"Takeuchi really dug through the entire mountain—"

"Isn't that what he always does?"

"It's different. This is real. They really have tunnels connecting every machine gun nest. They really dug through the entire mountain."

The hard clay and volcanic rocks formed over hundreds or even thousands of years were actually dug through by a few jumping Japanese monkeys from the East. The South Gate of Heaven became a "rat hole". This is not an exaggeration. This is the reality facing the three of them, and it is also the only explanation that makes sense.

"They are really powerful. We always glorify ourselves and belittle our enemies. This is really not a good habit." Shuo Yu took a look and said silently. The enemy they faced was the only two people in the world who could be called the Wansui Army.

"Yes, it needs to be changed. It really needs to be changed."