The beheading commando was in the dark and dark oil barrel and was practicing hard for several months in order to be able to use it at this critical moment today.

After Long Weng shouted and ordered, he took the lead in getting into the corridor first.

When the others saw the captain leading the way, they followed without hesitation and drilled into the narrow corridor one by one.

The entire formation is arranged by the Dragon Article. The vanguard carrying the submachine gun climbs quickly and reacts quickly. Walking in the front is the dragon and the front-line reconnaissance.

Long Wenbian is the leader of this first echelon.

The main force group carrying two weapons of submachine guns and rifles are located in the middle of the entire team.

As the captain of Yuntian Special Forces, Meng Fanle, the deputy captain of the beheading assault operation, followed the middle of the main force group in the middle to control the formation.

Team members carrying heavy weapons and ammunition are too heavy and too bloated, making it inconvenient to crawl in the corridor.

If an emergency occurs, excessive equipment load will limit their reactions and stay at the safest end of the team for safety.

Zhang Lixian, holding a bazooka, and He Shuguang, carrying a flamethrower, are considered representatives of this third echelon.

As the commandos entered the corridor one by one, in order to avoid being discovered by the Japanese army, the entire team began to enter silence.

In the narrow, dark and damp corridor, except for the various moldy and rotten smells, there are only heavy breathing and friction sounds left.

The commando, including Long Wen, has entered this water pipe corridor for the first time.

What is the overall situation of the corridor, where is the final exit of the corridor, what kind of defensive arrangements did the Japanese army have for the corridor, etc.

No one knows!

Unknown things are often the most dangerous, and the most scary and terrifying.

Long Weng, who was crawling in the front, was the most stressful in the entire commando. Through the light emitted by the flashlight in his mouth, you can clearly see that the sweat gushed out of his face had become as big as beans.

This is a physiological reaction that occurs when people are extremely tight and depressed.

At this moment, all Long Wen's attention was concentrated in front of the corridor, from his body to his brain, and he was mentally prepared to appear in front of him at any time, and then he immediately launched an attack.

Under such powerful unknown pressure, the various mice and nauseous reptiles that appeared in the corridor were not enough to distract Long Wen.

The commando vanguards following behind were already used to the dragon's snake, insect, rat and ant attack during training.

With this antibody trained during training, everyone did not react fiercely to the spiders, centipedes, mice, and weird small animals and reptiles that appeared in the corridor.

In addition to encountering snakes, you will also deal with it carefully, and everything else is basically a slap.

Either they were pinched to death on the spot or were photographed to death.

I didn't know how far I had climbed forward. As the sound of cannons and gunfire on the battlefield became closer, the entire team suddenly stopped.

"What's going on? Why did you stop? Is our Captain Dragon not OK?"

Meng Fanle, who was in the middle, saw that the team stopped moving forward and shouted in full swing. The meaning of this was 7 points, asking why he stopped, and the three points were in the article "Poisonous Typhoid".

When I was training in a special training ground, Meng Fan was tortured by Long Wen.

This is also a kind of search for a place to seek happiness in suffering.

As soon as Meng Fanlai said something, Long Weng replied in the previous article, and he didn't even keep his voice down, as if he was not afraid of the Japanese army hearing it.

"I'm playing with the ball, there's no road ahead, it's blocked, it's all useless."

"What?"

Meng Fan felt a little nervous when he heard this, and asked anxiously: "How could it be blocked? Have you led the wrong way? Look for it again."

"Hahaha."

Long Wenhua suddenly laughed nervously, laughing and teasing, "Look, you are so anxious, are you very scared, are you very panicked?"

"Your uncle!"

Long Wenhua was still nervous here, and Meng An's heart was relieved. He was so angry that he shouted in front of him: "I will know how to play for one day, and sooner or later I will play you, the old bastard, to death."

"The turtle is good, the old turtle is better. The turtle of a thousand-year-old turtle is 80,000-year-old. If I can really be a turtle, I can chat with your great-great-great-great-great-grandson and tell him how unpromising his ancestors were back then, haha."

Long Wenhua is a person who never admits his defeat, and just catches Meng Fan just by talking about the topic.

"you……"

"Okay, stop making trouble."

The poisonous tongue king Meng Fan, you are just about to fight back, but the casting and reading of the spell was interrupted by the dragon article.

"The corridor was blown up by shells, and the sound of guns and cannons outside was very clear. It was estimated that the soil layer was not thick, so you should be able to get out after digging.

However, it is simple to go out. There is no way to judge what the situation outside will be like after going out. Maybe it’s under Takeuchi’s nose, and when we go out, we will become a gopher.

Moreover, it is hard to say whether you can find the entrance after you go out and enter the water pipe corridor again. Maybe you can only work hard to get on.

I will inform you immediately if I order you will be ready for battle. I will listen to my orders and dig the blocked corridor first."

Long Wen and Meng Fanle had a quarrel for a while and finally turned the topic to their current focus.

The commando passed on Long Wen's orders one by one by one through word of mouth. When they learned that the corridor had been blown up by shells, the atmosphere suddenly fell into extreme depression.

The tight muscles in front of the war became a unified form for everyone in the commando.

"Click, crack, crack..."

The engineer shovel in Long Wen's hand kept moving, and the sound of friction with the sand and soil resounded throughout the corridor, mixed with heavy breathing and became a depressing symphony.

The shovel dug out shoveled the soil, which was carried back with both hands by the commandos.

After more than ten minutes.

Swish ~

A dazzling light pierced the darkness and shone into the dark corridor.

"Digging it?"

Seeing this ray of sunshine, such an idea came to the mind at the same time, and the mood interpreted time came to the most tense moment.

The answer to what is going on outside will be revealed soon.

It is the most laborious to raise your hand to dig up. Long Weng has been digging for so long, and his hands muscles have long been tired, tired, sore and swollen.

As hard as a stone.

But when I saw the sunshine that was sprinkled, my body was completely wiped out by Long Wen's first, and my attention was all over the hole.

The hole poked out by a shovel is still very small, less than half a slap.

What it looks like outside is impossible to detect at all.

In order to obtain effective external information, Long Weng did not care about the fatigue on his hands, nor did he care about the head that was covered by the soil, which was left with only eyes.

Grab the engineer's shovel and compare it with the hole, and start his excavation work again.

As the soil was dug out one after another, the holes that were broken became bigger and bigger, the sunlight that was sprinkled in became more and more intense, and everyone's mood became more and more tense.

When the hole finally dug enough for a person to pass through, Long Wen finally stopped his movements.
Chapter completed!