A "snap" gunshot, and a bloody hole appeared in the waist and abdomen of a rout soldier beside Wang Han. The soldier who was still talking to Wang Han just now looked at the bullet hole on his body in horror, the bullet hole that was spurting blood. "Enemy attack, concealment" Wang Han raised his gun, in a vain attempt to find the person who fired the gun. A series of huge explosions shook the mountains and forests, and the already deafening sound waves were once again amplified in the mountains, and the routed soldiers walking on the road lay down in the explosions to avoid the falling stones and broken logs. Large clouds of smoke flew into the sky with stumps and severed arms, and then fell with a crackle and smashed on the rout's lying body.

Wang Han, who was pushed a few meters away by the air waves, got up with a disgraced face, and he used the submachine gun in his hand to shoot desperately at the mountains and forests on both sides. The rain of bullets that came back almost covered him, and he quickly burrowed into the bushes by the side of the road with the steps of a martial arts practitioner. Japanese soldiers appeared in the woods on both sides of the road, and Japanese soldiers with Japanese flags on their bayonets were shooting at the routed soldiers of the expeditionary force on the road.

I don't know who is yelling: "Run! The rout was immediately in chaos, and the tail of the team rushed to the leader, and the leader of the team rushed to the end. The originally scattered routs were huddled together, which was just convenient for the Japanese to shoot.

Wang Han dragged a light machine gun from the corpse next to him, fired at the Japanese soldiers who rushed out of the woods, and shouted at the fleeing soldiers: "Come and help!" He looked around for a moment, and except for a few corpses, the rest of the rout was busy fleeing.

Wang Han didn't even scold, he had to save his physical strength, he used a rope twisted from his military uniform to hang the light machine gun that had long lost the belt on his body, tied the dead knot with his greatest strength, and then took a few steps back and quietly got into the jungle behind him.

The routs on the road were running, being pushed, pulling others apart and being pulled by others. The Japanese guns in the woods were piled up in their midst, and although some of them could only be regarded as stray bullets, some of them were still shot and fell to the ground in the dense rout. Even so, the routs were still fleeing senselessly, and no one turned back to fight back, just fled.

The Japanese troops who poured out of the woods finally collided with the routs, but the Japanese soldiers were here to kill, and the routs were fleeing. The purpose is different, and the result is of course different. More than 700 expeditionary force routs were wiped out by more than 100 Japanese troops of less than a squadron in less than half an hour. More than 100 unharmed prisoners hid their bodies at the behest of the Japanese army, dug up clean soil, and covered up the blood and craters on the ground, turning the place into a mountain road again. The Japanese army also hid in the mountains and forests again, waiting for the next wave of expeditionary force to rout.

As the night passed, the mountain breeze blew, taking away the smoke and smell of blood in the valley, and it seemed that calm had returned to the place. The Japanese soldiers hiding in the mountains and forests clenched their rifles and slowly pulled the bolts, because there was another group of routs in front. , the prey they were waiting for arrived.

"Huh, huh" Wang Han, who threw himself on the ground, gasped heavily, the Japanese soldiers behind him were still chasing, he had already run a long way, and the light machine gun had no bullets and had been thrown away by him. Wang Han, who had no choice, got into the bushes, hoping to escape the pursuit of the Japanese army.

In the direction of the Japanese troops chasing behind the "Da Da", there was a burst of submachine gun fire. The crisp sound of the 38 rifle was suddenly interrupted, and Wang Han waited in the bushes for a long time, but did not see the Japanese army chasing after him. Wang Han, who was confused, did not dare to go out rashly, he was afraid that it was a trick of the Japanese army.

Less than a minute later, several explosions were heard suddenly, but the explosions had already changed direction. Wang Han quietly felt out of the bushes and leaned towards the place where the black smoke was rising. But there was a lot of gunsmoke there, and Wang Han couldn't see anything clearly. Helpless, Wang Han was ready to bypass this place and walk towards the path he remembered.

Just as Wang Han passed by a bush, a fluffy thing suddenly popped out of the grass, and a tiger pounced and pressed Wang Han underneath. Wang Han just wanted to struggle, but a bright dagger was placed around his neck, revealing a young face in the hair ball. "Shhhhh

Several Japanese soldiers carefully searched the grass with guns raised, and the Japanese soldiers were very cunning, they did not disperse, but huddled together. There is a man in each direction who is on guard, and no matter which direction you attack them from, they will be beaten into a sieve at the first opportunity. "Whoa" The grass on the left side of the Japanese army moved, and the attention of all the Japanese soldiers was attracted to it, and they all turned their eyes in that direction.

At this time, a hair ball suddenly plunged into the middle of the pile of Japanese soldiers, wielding a bayonet in one hand and a long knife in the other, and the hands were like weeders. The sharpened blade slashed through the throat of the Japanese soldier, and a large expanse of blood splattered out. The Japanese soldiers stared blankly at this hairy guy, and their bodies trembled. This is the famous Savage Mountain in Myanmar, which is named because of the legend that there are savages. This thing in front of him reminded the Japanese soldiers of the legendary savages. The hair ball with a sharp weapon moved very fast, and cut those Japanese soldiers to the ground in a few strokes. As soon as the whistle sounded, the hairy balls in the grass swarmed up, rummaging through the weapons and ammunition of the Japanese soldiers, and after a few minutes, the hairballs disappeared into the grass again, leaving only a few Japanese corpses and blood all over the ground.

Wang Han stared at the machete with a long nosebleed, his nose was given by the machete, Wang Han stared at the hairy balls in front of him. "Which unit are you from?" Wang Hanweng, who was bleeding from his nose, asked the group of guys in front of him who were covered in thatch, but were clearly expeditionary forces. "Does it have anything to do with you?" A veteran in his forties on the opposite side threw a sentence erectively, and it could be seen that the rank of lieutenant colonel on Wang Han's collar had no deterrent effect on them.

The long hair with a hippie smile came to Wang Han's side, "Do you want to go with us, or do you want to go by yourself?" Wang Han raised his eyebrows and looked at this guy with a hippie smile, leaned back slightly, and said, "Is there a difference?" "What calf are you pretending to be, tell you to listen." If you want to follow us, you can hand over your rank first. Our chief is a captain, but you are a lieutenant colonel, so what do you care? The old cannon with a meaty face squinted at Wang Han, who pretended to be calm.

It was an hour before the team behind caught up. Wang Han finally saw this strange team, hundreds of porters were very spectacular, Wang Han was very suspicious of how they survived in the Savage Mountain. When camping in the evening, Wang Han opened his eyes, with two spoonfuls of wild vegetable porridge and a handful of roasted mushrooms per person, as well as a few wild fruits. The few wounded still have canned food, and they still have medicine. Wang Han felt more and more that this team was magical, they were not like the rout soldiers that Wang Han saw. Each of them had a gun, and there seemed to be plenty of ammunition, including the female soldiers' magazines.

"Are you alright?" Zhao Zhi pointed to Wang Han's nose and asked with concern. Wang Han was also very curious about the young man in front of him, and the soldiers seemed to be very convinced of this young man. The young man has clear eyes and a smile on his face, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Zhao Zhi looked at Wang Han who was stunned in front of him, touched his nose, and introduced himself, "I am Zhao Zhi, the temporary commander of this unit, and we are from the new 22nd Division" Wang Han looked at the rank of lieutenant colonel pinned to Zhao Zhi's collar, which was his own, and it was taken from him by the ruffians. But now they were pinned to the young man's collar, and they seemed so natural, as if they were logical.

Zhao Zhi noticed that Wang Han had been looking at the rank on his collar, so he smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm sorry, we have to ambush the Japanese army in the valley in front tomorrow." You may need to gather the rout, so borrow your rank first."

"Ambush the Japanese army?" Wang Han looked at this guy in front of him, he was sick in the brain, just because of this person, he wanted to fight the Japanese army in the valley, he really didn't know whether he was alive or dead. After Zhao Zhi listened to the machete report on the time when the routed soldiers on the road were ambushed by the Japanese army, he discussed with everyone to see if they could ambush and defeat the Japanese army, because Zhao Zhi and they also needed to pass through that valley.

Zhao Zhi noticed the questioning expression on Wang Han's face, and he didn't think so, and said slowly, "We have nearly 400 soldiers, and everyone has guns. And we also have 4 grenadiers and 4 light machine guns with plenty of ammunition. Based on the intensity of the gunfire that our scouts heard, we judged that there would be no large Japanese troops in the valley, and it was likely that they would be small forces like ours. Tomorrow we will first gather the rout outside the valley, and then concentrate our forces to defeat the Japanese troops in the valley. In this way, not only can you open up the way back to China, but also get some supplies. There is still a long way to go home, and the Japanese army will intercept them, so there is hope for them to go home when there are more people."

Wang Han closed his eyes and thought about Zhao Zhi's plan, to see if there was a feasible possibility. After thinking for a while, he opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Zhi, who was still waiting by his side, and stretched out his hand towards Zhao Zhi, "I am Wang Han, a lieutenant colonel and staff officer of the 200th Division, and I was scattered when I evacuated with the team, and I was originally going to cross the Savage Mountain with the Fifth Army." As a result, I got lost while out looking for food, lost contact with the large army, and is now under your command"

"Welcome, but we have an unwritten rule here that everyone who joins must have a nickname." Zhao Zhi looked at Wang Han with a wicked smile.

"Since you will get lost if you look for food, you will be called Er Confused in the future" The treacherous uncle smiled and gave Wang Han a very loud nickname.

"Why am I a second confused?" Wang Han was obviously dissatisfied with this nickname, and asked Zhao Zhi.

"Because there is a female soldier called Da Confused, so you can only be a second confused" Zhao Zhi put his hands behind his back and walked away, leaving Wang Han carved like a wood carving in place.