For the next few days, Zhao Zhi and his team wandered in the mountains and forests, searching for other Japanese occupied batteries. The Japanese had discovered that the expeditionary force had begun to regain the battery, and the daily shelling of Ledo had stopped, presumably to prevent the location of the battery from being exposed. The sketches drawn by the scouts of the 114th Regiment were very crude, and many places were not carefully searched at all.

Today, there was a thick fog in the mountains and forests, and the white mist filled the entire mountain forest, and the march was greatly affected, and some people in the team fell down from time to time, and Zhao Zhi had to order the team to stop and rest. After days of fierce fighting, Zhao Zhi's casualties were not small, the old gun's arm was pierced, the blacksmith was hit by the explosion and broke a rib, and the little finger of the left hand of the steamed bun who returned to the team after being injured was cut off by a grenade fragment. The elites sent by the 114th Regiment lost 20 dead and more than 30 wounded, but the casualties were much smaller than their battalion.

The woods were soaked with thick fog, and the dead branches that were picked up were all wet, and they could only be lit by pouring gasoline. The smoke from the wet branches was very large, but in the fog, it was not very conspicuous, and Zhao Zhi was not worried that he would be discovered by the Japanese army. The goats and men shot a few wild fowl with crossbow arrows, and everyone roasted canned food and wild fowl on a bonfire for a temporary rest. The well-fed guys wrapped up their military uniforms and sat around the campfire dozing. Since entering the forest, everyone has not had a good rest, and they sleep in shifts. The jungle where the Japanese army was hiding was full of danger, and Zhao Zhi didn't want his people to lose their lives in a daze.

By noon, the fog was much smaller, but the visibility was still very low, so Zhao Zhi had to order the troops to line up and pull the backpack belts of the people in front of them to slowly advance. After walking and stopping, after climbing a slope, the view suddenly became clearer. Where they stood was a slope, and on the other side of the slope was an open field, with some wildflowers growing in the green grass. The guys who were wet with fog were already exhausted, and they still had the leisure to look at those wild flowers.

Zhao Zhiyi waved his hand, and the goat who served as the leader quickly dispersed with the scouts and rushed down the slope, and the other people followed Zhao Zhi's waist and touched the slope, the more open land like this, the more careful you must be. The machete, who was walking on the side, suddenly stopped, raised one hand in the air, and stared at the bush at the bottom of the slope, which he seemed to have seen just now. "Bang, bang, bang" The machete gently slapped his steel helmet three times, slowly squatted down, and hid himself in the grass.

This is a code between the doglegs, and three slaps of the steel helmet indicate that something is wrong. "Hidden" Zhao Zhi gestured, and after the machete, he also squatted down and hid in the grass. The grass on the slope that is almost one person high provides everyone with good concealment, and if you don't look closely, you can't find Zhao Zhi and them. Zhao Zhi took Xiucai and the machete and slowly retreated to the high point of the slope, and used the binoculars to observe the nest of shrubs that the machete had just found.

A gentle breeze blew, blowing away the last shimmers of mist on the slope. The green lawn was dotted with earthy yellow, damn it, there was a Japanese ambush. The dotted Japanese soldiers were undoubtedly visible in the grass, and the earthy yellow uniforms of the Japanese army were too conspicuous in the green, and Zhao Zhi couldn't even find it. The diminutive Japanese soldiers were hunched over and scurrying through the grass, and their target was Zhao Zhi and them on the slope. It is estimated that it was Zhao Zhi's pause when they stepped on the slope that made the lurking Japanese army discover them standing on a high place.

"Machete, you go to Uncle Guo and ask him to withdraw with a rifleman" Zhao Zhi patted the machete, he didn't want to fight hard with the Japanese army. "Uncle Guo, let's throw two rounds of grenades below, and then withdraw, you are here to cover us" After explaining to Uncle Guo, Zhao Zhi dived down the slope again, and at this time the Japanese army was less than 50 meters away from Zhao Zhi's forward.

"Grenade, grenade" Just when the Japanese army was less than 30 meters away from Zhao Zhi and them, Zhao Zhi shouted and stood up and threw out the grenade he was holding in his hand. On the already open lawn, more than 100 people suddenly stood up, which surprised the Japanese army. When they raised their guns to fight, the man disappeared, and what covered them was a black grenade. The grenade arced and landed in the middle of the Japanese army, but the Japanese army quickly lay down, and the grenade exploded in the grass, as if the Japanese casualties were not large. But just as the Japanese army waited for more than ten seconds and just got up, another large grenade fell. This time the Japanese army was not so lucky, and the grenade exploded when it landed. A series of explosions caused gunsmoke to rise on the lawn, Zhao Zhi didn't care much, and hurriedly beckoned his people to retreat up the slope, now occupying the commanding heights is the most important thing.

The Japanese troops under the slope were scattered and lurking, so the bombardment of grenades did not hurt them much. However, Zhao Zhi's two grenade attacks in a row made the Japanese army crazy, and some Japanese soldiers had already begun to charge straight up. "Boys, the food is here, give Lao Tzu a punctual order" Uncle Guo shouted to his riflemen while using a sniper scope to cover one of the most fierce Japanese soldiers, and gently pulled the trigger. The head of the Japanese soldier who was hit by Uncle Guo burst open like a watermelon, and the red blood and white ** splashed together, which is Uncle Guo's consistent hobby, and he likes to hit the head of the Japanese army, especially after changing to an American-style sniper rifle.

The next thing was the battle between Uncle Guo and his riflemen, and Zhao Zhi's submachine guns and carbines were useless. As the riflemen pulled the bolt the number of times, the Japanese troops under the slope were decreasing one by one, and Uncle Guo also laughed and scolded these Japanese soldiers for not knowing how many grenadiers they brought when they went out. With only the 38 rifle, he wanted to compete with more than a dozen sniper rifles from his uncle, and the commander of the Japanese squad found that he had obviously miscalculated.

Under the cover of smoke from grenades thrown by the Japanese army, the remaining Japanese troops began to retreat. If you want to run, there is no way, Zhao Zhina can easily let the Japanese army slip away. "Touch it, gather fire to kill them" Zhao Zhi led the submachine gunners, chased after the Japanese soldiers, and plunged into the grass under the slope. In flat terrain, the submachine gun with an extremely fast rate of fire is obviously a big killer in close combat. The frantically fleeing Japanese army was like a group of wild boars that were frantic and panicked, and Zhao Zhi, who was chasing after them, was like a group of fierce beasts with their fangs exposed, sending the wild boars who had fallen behind into hell from time to time.

Chased all the way to the bottom of the slope, more than 30 Japanese soldiers were chased by Zhao Zhi and they were chased to less than 10 left, and their nightmare was not over. The grass at the bottom of the slope was very low, and it could no longer provide effective concealment for the Japanese army, and they all leaked out of the range of Zhao Zhi's submachine guns. The fleeing Japanese soldiers stopped running, they turned around and raised their grenades, and rushed towards Zhao Zhi and them with a cruel smile, in a vain attempt to have a few more cushions before going to hell.

"Gather fire, gather fire" Dozens of submachine guns fired at the crazy Japanese soldiers together, and after a rain of bullets, there were more corpses on the ground, and the mutilated corpses were beaten. This encounter made Zhao Zhi break out in a cold sweat, it has been going so smoothly these days that everyone has almost lost their due vigilance. If it weren't for the machete accidentally discovered wrong, it is estimated that it is Zhao Zhi and them who are lying on the ground now, even if they are not completely annihilated, it is estimated that the loss will not be small.

"Sir, we've got two live openings in the back. They said that less than 2 miles to the left, there was a fort, and about 50 Japanese troops were stationed "Xiucai, who was covered in blood, wiped the blood from his bayonet, found Zhao Zhi, and reported the information he had obtained from the prisoners." These days, I have been going around in circles in this forest, and I have recovered 3 batteries, and according to the previous Japanese shelling of Liedo, it is estimated that the one on the left is the last. As long as all the batteries occupied by the Japanese army are recovered, the engineer regiment can enter the forest, and the remnants of the Japanese army will not be a big problem at that time.

"Collect grenades from the Japanese army, don't take anything that is useless" Zhao Zhi kicked the ass of a dog-legged man, and the dog-legged dog's habit of turning over his pocket didn't know when it began. Every time they fought, they always liked to pick up small things on the corpses of Japanese soldiers, and called the old guns --- memorabilia for the tireless pleasure. "Sir, what's going on?" The bloodstained hand of the rifleman Da Niu reached out in front of Zhao Zhi's eyes, and he was holding a pocket watch in his bloody hand, which was actually a gold shell. "I found it from a little devil's pocket, Uncle Guo said it was a golden shell, you can take a look" Da Niu Meizi stuffed the pocket watch into Zhao Zhi's hand.

Zhao Zhi sat on the lawn with a pocket watch, looking at the pocket watch in his hand, the gold case was also engraved with a flower, which was the national flower of the Japanese --- cherry blossoms, and Zhao Zhi had this flower pattern on some of the objects captured by the Japanese army. When I opened the case, there was a photo of a woman in the upper cover, and I guess it was a Japanese woman, probably the wife or family of the owner of the pocket watch. Zhao Zhi took out the photo, and threw it back to Da Niu with the upper case, "Your luck is good, it's a gold watch, but only the case is gold." When the war is over, you can use it to exchange it for a few acres of good land when you go home" Da Niu heard that it was really a gold watch, smiled happily, and carefully hid the pocket watch in his close-fitting pocket.

After a brief clearing of the battlefield, the team rounded the lawn and went back into the woods, with a few wounded guys caught in the middle of the group. It was too far away from the camp on the side of the river to send them back for the time being, so Lang Zhong just bandaged them briefly, as long as they didn't have to worry about their lives. After walking a short distance in the woods, everyone's bodies were wet again, and the cool breeze blew, and everyone shivered.

The machete was still at the forefront of the march, as if this position had always been his. The machete submachine gun was held in his hand, his finger was on the trigger, and the bullet was already loaded, and he could fire as soon as there was a situation. The machete was taught to him by one of the American gendarmes in Ledo, and it is said to be very effective in the event of a sudden encounter. The machete will try to lead everyone to the low places in the bushes in the woods, although there are fewer places to hide at any time, but it also reduces the favorable terrain where the enemy can ambush him. The front of the woods began to become clearer, and he was about to walk out of the woods, but the machete of the pathfinder slowly crouched down and made a covert gesture.