During hundreds of arguments between Young Master Yu and their leader, a plan gradually took shape.
The first echelon that Shuo Yu was in included the assault team (a total of 166 people), commanded by Si La Si La. They followed his crazy plan to attack the halfway point of the rock, and then sent a signal to the other side to Yu Xiaoqing's third echelon. Therefore, Master Mai was also among them (the first echelon). The whole people were in the second echelon commanded by A Yi. When they attacked the halfway point of the rock, they pretended to attack on the west wing of the Nujiang River to attract enemy firepower in order to tie down the enemy and wait for the third echelon commanded by Yu Xiaoqing to launch a general attack.
That was the plan, and if everything went well, it would go that way.
On such a foggy day, the commando team and the first echelon were crossing the river. Milong, the commando captain personally appointed by Young Master Yu, had long disappeared from sight and was swallowed by the huge translucent monster without a sound.
No one spoke. Shuo Yu could only hear the gasps of the people around him. The icy cold water of the Nu River in the early morning was rapidly taking away their body heat.
In front of him was Kang Ya, who was shivering the whole time, and behind him was Li Wula, who hadn't said a word since he got into the water (although he wasn't a talkative person to begin with).
Thick fog covered his head that was exposed above the water, and the wet and cold Nujiang water penetrated into their bones. They could only try their best to raise their heads to prevent water from entering their noses. Apart from the two ferry ropes in their hands that were like life-saving straws, they had nothing else.
There were intermittent gunshots coming from the west bank, not because they were discovered, but because the workers were slacking off. The Nujiang River was as turbulent and merciless as ever. Shuoyu's nose was exposed and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. He tried his best to close his mouth to prevent the sound of his teeth chattering.
Apart from the sound of the huge water flow they were in, they could not hear anything else. If someone loosened the rope in his hand for even just a second, he would be greeted by a whirlpool that would devour people without leaving any bones. Even the shouts would be drowned out. When Shuo Yu looked over, the guy could no longer even float his head, and could only let the Nujiang River take him home.
On his back was the Maxim, which was said to be the weapon that Young Master Yu had guaranteed they would regret not taking with them. The Maxim alone weighed over 60 kilograms, weighing him down so much that every step he took felt like he was carrying a Five Finger Mountain on his back. Fortunately, there was nothing on top of it.
He really thought he was dreaming. The pain in his back made the dream so real that he couldn't regard everything he was experiencing as just a dream.
Soaking in the cold river water, all his body senses became slow. When they crawled onto the land on the west bank one footprint at a time, not even daring to make a breathing sound, Shuoyu buried his face tightly in the wet mud. He thought he was alive again. From now on, all of them could only move forward and not retreat. Just like Si La Si La said, they were already in it.
Fortunately, in such a heavy fog that had not been seen for a long time, their enemies did not notice anything unusual, otherwise they would not even have a chance to breathe.
A short break, perhaps just a time to catch their breath, before they continue.
Shuo Yu covered his mouth with his hands and breathed hard. His abdomen pressed against the tiny stones on the riverbank as he crawled with difficulty. He raised his head and looked at the giant Nantianmen hidden in the thick fog. If he could, he really wanted to shout,
Here I am again, yes we are back.
They crawled among the rocks, mud and weeds. The fog swallowed everything. Shuoyu could not see the first Milong clearly, but could see Kangya's feet in front of him.
Si La Si La, who had turned himself into a weapon rack for this battle, was also swallowed up by the fog in front. There was no sound, no movement, as if at this moment, there were only three people in his world (including himself) in front and behind him. He couldn't even see the unlucky guy Fan La in front of Kang Ya. He could only see Kang Ya's butt moving in front of him. The guy was holding something in his hand and was crawling while muttering to himself.
Behind him, there was a part of the first echelon still soaking in the Nujiang River. It can only be said that they took advantage of the heavy fog.
The gunshots were getting closer and closer. They came from the Japanese's first line of defense. At this time, they had probably just finished breakfast and were chatting with each other out of boredom, just like they usually did on the Flag Memorial Hill. Moreover, because of the heavy fog today, the planes and artillery became decorations. It was a rare day of rest.
Shuo Yu and the others continued to crawl silently among the gravel that could tear their clothes. Even if a bullet passed through the body of one of them, it was not heroic. It was just that the innocent unlucky guy thought he would not die if he didn't scream, so he didn't say a word.
He held the Changfeng in his hand tightly, waiting to rush forward with the commandos. Under the first line of defense trench on the west bank, four or five vanguards had gathered around Si La Si La, waiting to rush into the fog with him to reap the enemy's blood. When he went there, he happened to be the last one.
There was no sound of gunfire, only the sound of a cold knife stabbing into flesh.
Changfeng still liked to chop off other people's heads, so Shuoyu had to kick away the eight and a half pounds that were coming towards him.
Everything was over very quickly. All the guys in the trench were cleaned out by them. He also picked up two unopened seaweed rice balls and put them in his pocket in accordance with the principle of not wasting anything.
By the time the second wave of commandos arrived from behind, everything was over. They just had to hurry up. When they set foot on the land of the west coast, they were already racing against the stopwatch in the hands of the god of death.
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