"Da Da" dragged a long line, and when the rear team had not yet drilled out of the valley, the front team suddenly came out

There was a fierce burst of gunfire, apparently a burst of submachine guns. "Something happened" Zhao Zhi picked up a gun, pushed away a few British soldiers in front of him, and quickly ran to the front team. The goat with the gun came up and whispered, "It's the British army, a monkey came out of the roadside, and a British soldier opened fire."

"Damn" Zhao Zhi muttered in his mouth, squinting his eyes and looking at Wallace with an embarrassed face, "Captain, this is your soldier?" Are they all pigs? Do you want the Japanese army to block us all here? ”

"Major, I'm sorry, these soldiers are all new recruits from England," Wallace looked at Zhao Zhi apologetically. Zhao Zhi waved his hand, "Don't talk about those useless ones, now speed up and hurry out, don't block the road" Xiucai, who heard the gunshot, took the dogs who stayed behind, and hurriedly blew the bamboo whistle to guide Zhao Zhi and them.

The Japanese troops surrounding the valley also heard the gunfire and got out of their tents one after another, and the Japanese army who commanded this group was Hatoyama, who had pursued Zhao Zhi and them. The Japanese forces in northern Burma were not strong enough to control the area, and Hatoyama could not afford to waste so many troops for the sake of a few hundred British troops who had already been frightened. Originally, according to Hatoyama's intentions, the terrain was used to surround the valley to death, and these British troops were killed in the valley. Six days later, Hatoyama had already dispatched half of its soldiers to Magao and Menggong, and now there were only more than 500 Japanese troops left outside the valley.

"Mizuhara Daisa, please take Yamada's squad to guard the valley, and I'll take the rest of the soldiers over to take a look" Hatoyama put on his command knife and rushed over with the other soldiers. "Hurry up, hurry up" Zhao Zhi couldn't care about the Burmese anymore, and drove the British soldiers to run wildly in the woods. "Sir, sir, these cows are blocking the way, we can't get through" Mantou looked at the herd of cattle blocking the way with sweat. "Silly you, do you have a burning stick in your hand?" As soon as Zhao Zhi pulled the bolt of the gun and fired a few shots at the herd, the herd immediately became anxious and fled in all directions.

Zhao Zhi directly threw off the Burmese who were only concerned about picking things, and even kicked and beat the British army and ran desperately. Wallace gasped and grabbed Zhao Zhi, "Sir, let's stop and rest, the soldiers really can't run" "No, the Japanese army is coming soon, we have to leave quickly" Zhao Zhi also had no choice, he didn't expect these British soldiers to be so bad.

A tall British soldier sat directly on the side of the road, no matter how the steamed buns were compared, he didn't leave. Wallace also went over to persuade for a long time, but the British soldier still did not move, and he did not leave. "Get out of the way, get out of the way" Zhao Zhi directly picked a snake with the barrel of his gun and threw it at the feet of the British soldier. The snake was still alive and scurrying on the ground, spitting out letters, and the frightened soldier scrambled to his feet and ran away. "Damn, it turned out to be an underwhelming product" Mantou looked at the British soldier dumbfounded.

"Sir, dodge" The steamed bun pounced and pushed Zhao Zhi away. A gunshot rang out, and a bloody flower splashed on the leg of the steamed bun. "Spread out, spread out" Zhao Zhi dragged the steamed bun into the bushes, "It's okay, it's okay" Zhao Zhi took out a first-aid kit and bandaged the wound for the steamed bun. "Major, what shall we do?" Wallace, whose face was covered with blood hanging by the bushes, lay beside Zhao Zhi.

"Get out" Zhao Zhi turned his head and looked at Wallace, who was already panicked, his dark eyes flashed with bloodthirsty anger, and the frightened Wallace hurriedly took a few steps back. "Sir, sir, what's wrong with the steamed buns?" The machete came over with thatch. "Fortunately, I didn't hit the vital point, and the bleeding has stopped" Zhao Zhi checked the wound of the steamed bun, and wrapped several layers of gauze thickly. "Taniguchi is still in our hands, Xiucai will lead people to guard it" The machete pierced through the bushes, looking for the hidden Japanese gunners.

"Boom" "Boom" Zhao Zhi threw out two grenades, and taking advantage of the smoke from the explosion, Zhao Zhi dragged his gun out of the bushes. Seeing Zhao Zhi get out of the bushes, the machete raised his gun and shot at the front, covering Zhao Zhi with fire. Zhao Zhi got out of the bushes, thinking about the direction where the bullet came when the steamed bun was injured just now, holding the gun and quietly aiming, thinking back to the shooting essentials that Uncle Guo usually taught him.

"Hands should be steady, eyes must be accurate," Zhao Zhi muttered in his mouth, the muzzle of the gun moved slowly, and then Shuguang observed the movement. The rising sun and mercury sprinkled all over the valley, Zhao Zhi happened to be backlit here, and under the sunlight, Zhao Zhi suddenly found that there was a bright light flashing in the grass opposite. Damn, I'm going to catch you now, Zhao Zhi hit a shuttle at the place where the light was shining just now, and a Japanese soldier covered in blood convulsed and fell out of the grass. Zhao Zhi slapped another fan at the place where the Japanese soldiers were hiding, and the machete also got up and knelt to shoot, and the bushes and leaves shattered and fell in the impact of the bullets.

Another Japanese soldier splattered blood and fell out of the grass, lying on the ground and convulsing. Zhao Zhi began to "da-da" and "da-da" short points, and when there were still a few bullets left, he changed the magazine, and threw the replaced magazine into the bushes in front of him. The machete glared at him, not knowing what he was doing, and four more Japanese soldiers rushed out of the bushes on the steep slope, and two of them were about to throw grenades.

"Damn, they're all brainless" Zhao Zhi opened fire when he screamed and laughed, "da-da" four times, there were no more Japanese soldiers standing in the bushes, and two grenades that didn't have time to be thrown exploded. As soon as the gunfire stopped, Zhao Zhi jumped up, grabbed the steamed bun and carried it on his shoulder, and shouted loudly: "Let's go!" Let's go! The British soldiers who were lying in the grass nest and didn't care about their heads also hurriedly collected their things and followed Zhao Zhi in a panic.

Zhao Zhi brushed down the bits and pieces of debris on the British army, and kept beckoning: "Don't!" Don't, go! ”

So the team finally started running, and Zhao Zhi followed the team for two steps, and then stopped. Wallace and a British soldier sat on their knees next to a corpse, scratching their chests and muttering something. Zhao Zhi flew over, and the kneeling Wallace was kicked to the ground, jumped up and was about to hit, and was knocked down by the butt of the machete that followed Zhao Zhi. Looking at Wallace who was stunned, Zhao Zhi shouted angrily: "Run!" Can't fight and can't run?! ”

Zhao Zhi led the people to rush in the dark jungle, and once the army was defeated, it was no longer possible to talk about the formation. The trees on the trail were as dense as a wall, and gunfire was constantly flashing, so that in order to avoid the flying bullets, people in the team kept falling and getting up. The fleeing GIs finally broke out of the hellish forest, tired like a pack of dead dogs, with bruises and bruises all over their bodies, and pulled and carried each other up to the relatively sparsely vegetated mountain pass.

Zhao Zhi stopped, and looked under the valley with his telescope, in fact, he could see clearly without a telescope, where there was billowing smoke billowing from a flat ground. "Let's go, let's go" Zhao Zhi took the lead in running with steamed buns, and the British soldiers who were lying on the ground and didn't care about their heads followed Zhao Zhi with rolling and crawling. Xiucai, who was guarding the valley mouth, had already engaged the Japanese army, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers had fallen on the gentle slope of the valley mouth. "Damn, damn it" Xiucai, who was hit in the shoulder, fell headlong to the ground. "Xiucai, what's wrong?" The monkey who was busy loading the magazine didn't look back and shouted Xiucai. "Can't die" Xiucai tore off his shirt and helped prick the wound with his teeth, got up and continued to shoot.

"Boom" "Boom" The smoke from a dense explosion enveloped the Japanese soldiers who were fighting fiercely with Xiucai, and the smoke of the large mass splashed not only weeds and dirt, but also large balls of blood, gun parts, and broken limbs. Xiucai and several of them were also knocked down by the shock wave of the explosion, "Phew" "Bah" Xiucai, who got up, spit out the dirt in his mouth, but was kicked down by Zhao Zhi, who rushed down the mountain pass, "Who are you dogg?" Xiucai, whose head was on the gun, climbed up with a big bag, rubbing the bag on his head angrily, "There is soil in his mouth"

Zhao Zhi put down the steamed bun and gasped, "Didn't you have a grenade on your dog day?" Why not? If it weren't for Lao Tzu's grenade, we would all be blocked here" The panting machete dragged a British soldier up, "Sir, everyone has come out, three have died, and there are more than a dozen wounded"

"Go, go, don't stop, rush to Uncle Guo first. You take Xiucai and they go first, and I will take someone to break it" Zhao Zhi put the steamed bun on the back of a dog's leg, took a few magazines in his hand, and called Wallace "Leave 10 submachine gunners, you take the rest of the people to follow him, and hurry up to the hill in front of you." I'll hold on here for 20 minutes, and I'll lead the Japanese army over, and we'll fight an ambush for the Japanese army there."

Wallace looked at the Chinese officer strangely, the team was beaten like this, and he was still thinking about an ambush. The more than 20 people left behind were ambushed in the forest outside the valley, Zhao Zhi asked most of them to hide in the bushes, the brigade had passed, and the forest was now dead silent. Zhao Zhi lay on his back, looked at the scout on the tree and made a gesture, and then heard the soft rustling of the branches: the Japanese soldier with the tail finally appeared.

"Da Da" Zhao Zhi waved his hand, and the hidden guys shot at the unsuspecting Japanese soldiers. The intensive firing of more than 20 submachine guns was spectacular, and the bullets were scattered like water on the Japanese troops. The rout of the British army, which had been inactive before, was the best cover, and the Japanese troops who were chasing after them did not expect the British army to fight back. The unsuspecting Japanese soldiers were knocked to the ground by the dense bullets, and the blood sprayed from the bullet holes stained the thatch red.

The "boom" "boom" ambush ended with the explosion of two grenades, and there were no more Japanese troops standing. "Let's go, let's go" Zhao Zhi patted the guy who still wanted to clean up the battlefield and took the lead and jumped down the hill.