He slowly stood up, suddenly whispered: "Damn, you still owe me a bet..." in front of the scene is a blur, is the night deeper? Or did the fog wet the eyelashes? God knows“ killing! Kill more Englishmen and see you off Boorol laughs with William, the replacement of Baru? Donner''s young recruits, carrying the mp-44 assault rifle, head also did not return to the position not far away. The night is still long, and no one is destined to fall asleep. The air is filled with the smell of sea water and the smell of blood, refreshing.