October 12, 2016.

This is the 42nd day after Fang Cheng came to Nibreda Island.

Fang Chuang thought that he had adapted to this place and had become accustomed to the days of being vigilant day and night, and his hands were getting on the ground.

But realistically, he taught him a lesson again cruelly.

That night, an unprecedented large number of cloth and trash enemies raided Hacksaw Mountain. He fought, he suppressed, and finally... he survived.

October 13, 2016.

early morning.

Fang Cheng leaned leaning against the edge of the mountain, three kilometers above the Hacksaw Mountain was covered with wreckage. Since five years ago... many of the dead limbs have not been cleaned.

It has accumulated little by little until now.

This three-kilometer-wide area is full of red and green, mostly green.

He looked at his teammate next to him and shouted, "Jianheng, it's time to eat."

Ganghan curled his lips: "Don't bother him, let him rest."

Fang Cheng was silent and whispered: "I think he can continue to stand up."

"Haha, hope." Ganghan's eyes slowly closed and he stopped talking.

The black man Daimon was wearing a dark green military uniform. At this time, the upper body of the military uniform was in a mess. He walked staggeringly to Jianheng, crossed his fingers on his chest, and sat down:

"Dear Lord, dear Father God, may your unyielding soul be led by you to obtain eternal life, peace and joy in the kingdom of God the Father. Everything we ask today is in the name of Jesus Christ, may your kingdom come..."

Damon whispered and prayed.

Wang Youwei, the captain of the ninth team, opened his eyes and looked at the sky. It was early morning. He sighed, stood up straight, and looked at the edge of the jungle:

"We are quite gentle here. If we go to Tiewei Valley, it will be more intense. People will die every day... Okay, don't disturb Jianheng, let him sleep well."

The black man Damon whispered, as if he had finished praying. He stood up, faced the east of the sun, his hands hanging on both sides, praying devoutly:

"Dear Lord, thank you and praise you. The night of time comes safely, it is your care and conservatism. I wish to give my heart to you, please..."

"Conservative? Damon, do you look at the people on this earth, Jesus? Christ? He is nothing."

The white man growled, excited, and glanced at Damon: "Let Jesus come out, come, let your Lord, please your Father, come to the island of Nebuleda!"

The black man Damon was stunned for a moment and still finished praying in a low voice.

The white man sneered: “Can you believe in Jesus, and you believe in Christ, save you?”

Fang Cheng frowned and advised: "Okay, don't make a noise. Today is the last day of patrol post. You can go back to rest in the evening."

They have been on the cliff for a week.

After today, it’s just a whole week and I can go back and rest for two days.

Fang Cheng twisted his neck, his cheeks were covered with black mud and black soil. He was too lazy to clean it up, and looked down at the bottom of his vision:

"Strength: 2.9, Agility: 1.5, Spirit: 1.3, Metaphysics: 8.6."

In this month, I added a little agility and two more spirits.

Perhaps because of the training on the battlefield, I was nervous and dared not relax at all. Without adding points, my spirit also improved.

The high-intensity mental level also made Fang Cheng more calm and calm, and remain calm on this flesh-and-blooded hacksaw mountain.

The white man shook his head and spread his hands: "Ok, ok, I just want to know if Jesus really exists."

Captain Wang Youwei frowned.

The black man Daimon took a breath, turned his head and stared at the man with a firm look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"I know that my Redeemer will live and will stand on the earth at the end, and after my flesh has died out, I will see God outside of the flesh."

This sentence originally refers to Job's belief in the Bible:

No matter how huge the blow or how desperate the situation is, you must not give up hope or faith.

Hearing another smell in the white man's ears, he laughed: "You mean you want to die, right? If you miss, just say it, run into the bushes and walk for an hour, and I will see if you die."

Fang Cheng looked up at the white tough man.

In the daily communication between the Ninth Team, the main language is Chinese. Ganghan and Damon can speak Chinese, but sometimes they are not very skillful in using it.

Chen Hu walked up there. He had a good relationship with Ganghan. He pulled Ganghan away and whispered: "It's the last day of today, what's there to be a big deal."

The black man Damon also looked dark, and he walked to Fang Cheng's side, and sat down with a grin.

He injured his butt during the battle the day before yesterday. It would be a little tingling when sitting on the ground, but it would be very uncomfortable if he didn't sit.

After all, he has been lying for a day.

Fang Cheng turned around and looked at Daimon, whose face looked like black paint, and smiled:

"Damon, your face cannot be seen even in the dark."

Damon's face became darker, and he complained: "Hi, Brother Dacheng, don't you feel guilty when you mock your good friend like this?"

"I don't feel guilty, I don't believe in Christ."

"Okay, I think I'm more like Bao Qingtian from your ancient Chinese country."

“…”

Fang Cheng laughed, speechless.

Damon was silent for a while and said, "There are only five of us left here. The other patrol teams have returned. I always feel a little uneasy and feel panicked."

Captain Wang Youwei walked over: "What are you panic?"

Fang Cheng closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned against the mountain: "Yesterday, eleven teams had just been wiped out, and there will be no more Butraz enemies in the past few days."

Wang Youwei nodded, squatted down, and looked into Daimon's eyes:

"Hacksaw Mountain is not an important defensive point. There are not many garbled enemies here. There were more than 200 garbled enemies yesterday, and we all killed them."

After saying that, he patted Damon on the shoulder: "Relax, man, we'll go back to camp tonight."

Damon smiled bitterly and nodded.

Chen Hu, who was beside him, walked over, placed a big black pot on the ground, stuffed some firewood down, and then he looked at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng shrugged, stretched out his right hand and placed it next to the firewood.

"Bang, bang, huh."

With a snap of his fingers, the flames emerged and fell on the dry firewood, burning wildly.

The white man walked over slowly and sat on the ground.

Five people surrounded the iron pot, and the flames were blown in the wind.

The fire shone on the faces of the five people, and Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he glanced at his teammates, his expressions were heavy and solid.

He pursed his lips and no longer had the idea of ​​joking.

The soil on his mouth was licked into his mouth, and Fang Cheng pursed it again and spitted the saliva with the soil and slag aside.

Five people were eating noodles quietly.

The fresh meat and vegetables I brought at the beginning have been used up, but now only noodles are left.

The white man chewed noodles with an ugly expression. You know, he has never eaten noodles in the United States, and he hates this food the most.

But now, how can I still be picky?

Crackling.

The firewood burned, from dry to charred, and the fine branches burned into ashes, and the thicker ones remained.

Wang Youwei flattened his mouth and threw the rice bowl aside, and stopped washing it. It was the last day anyway.

The white man retching, and he couldn't eat the noodles anymore. He barely swallowed the last bite into his mouth, stood up and patted his stomach.

Ganghan supported himself with both hands, shook his neck, stretched his body, and glanced around casually.

His eyes were dull, his body stopped, and his mouth trembled and shouted in a low voice:

"Hey guys, get up, over the bushes...Oh my God."

The four of them looked at each other and were still chewing slowly. Fang Cheng placed the rice bowl on the ground beside him, with only a small half of white fine noodles left in the bowl.

Fang Cheng stood up and looked at the bushes.

It was just early in the morning, and the sun was about to rise from the horizon.

On the dim and dark hacksaw mountain, a 50 or 60-meter-long area in the middle of the bushes... a large number of green light spots appeared faintly.

Fang Cheng's eyes were wide open.

Goose bumps suddenly rise, and hair stands on the bones.

This is not the light spot, it is clearly the green eyes of the cloth trash enemy!

But yesterday, the bloody battle came again, and the cloth trash enemy came? This did not fit their style... Although he was tired, he did not forget what he should have done.

Fang Cheng's head was shocked and he took out the assembly signal on his body. He picked up the signal command upright and pulled the fuse.

With a light sound, a ray of light rushed to a height of more than 40 or fifty, and then exploded, and a symbol appeared in the dim sky:
Chapter completed!