"This is the bullet of the Zhongzheng rifle" The goat, who had seen the long knife, slowly crawled to Zhao Zhi's side and reported in a low voice. "Damn, is it your own person? The Japanese army has always disliked the use of weapons of the Nationalist army," the blacksmith on the side echoed the goat's report. The blacksmith is a native of Shanxi, and claims to have used a blacksmith furnace to build a box cannon by himself.

"Old Sichuan, shout, shout in Sichuan dialect" Zhao Zhi pointed to the Sichuan soldiers in the team with a loud voice. Old Sichuan lay on the bank of the river and took a deep breath, "That turtle son on the other side?" You are an immortal, Ge Laozi can see it clearly and then shoot" Lao Sichuan's loud voice like a broken gong sounded on the riverbank, and the trees on the opposite side were silent and unresponsive.

Suddenly, the same loud voice sounded from the other side, "Your turtle son scolded that?" When you come out on a dog day, Lao Tzu will smash your braincase to pieces" Old Sichuan bared his teeth and looked at Zhao Zhi, "Sir, it's your own person, and the turtle son on the other side is a standard Sichuan person"

Zhao Wanqing, who had been silent, suddenly stood up, "Dong Bi, it's me, it's my own people" A few soldiers came out of the bushes opposite, holding guns in both hands, vigilantly observing the surrounding movements. Seeing that the other party was wearing the military uniform of the expeditionary force, and he also knew Zhao Wanqing, the team lying on the river bank went ashore one after another. Lang Zhong hurriedly checked his body with the machete, afraid of any hidden injuries or something. "Give me their guns," Uncle Guo snorted, and the soldiers who had already put on their shoes and socks surrounded several of the other party, and the guns in their hands were put on their heads. "Put down the gun, it's your own people, your own people" Zhao Yan hurriedly went up to dissuade everyone. "Your own people? Can't they see the military uniform that the machete wears? Someone else is shooting at us? Fortunately, the machete is fine, otherwise a few of them would have to bury my brother with him" The good-natured Zhao Zhi was also very angry at this time.

The muzzle of a black hole hole was on Zhao Zhi's head, and it was Zhao Wanqing who held the gun. "The person who told you to put down the gun, it's just a misunderstanding" Zhao Wanqing gritted her teeth and stared at Zhao Zhi deadly. When the goat saw that Zhao Zhi was pointed at the head with a gun, he was anxious, and scolded everyone directly, "Are they all dead?" They all put down their guns, the bullets are used to hit the little devils, not to hit their own families""Damn, the little white face is really useless, let a girl point a gun at the head" Uncle Guo put down the gun angrily, and they all went around to look at the machete, and the scene became embarrassing.

Zhao Zhi stretched out his hand to pull away Zhao Wanqing's gun, ignored the annoyed Zhao Wanqing, and left without looking back, he wanted to see what happened to the machete. "Sir, what are they doing? So crazy" Dong Bi leaned over to Zhao Wanqing and whispered. "The new 22nd Division, just wiped out a group of Japanese scouts in front" Zhao Wanqing looked at Zhao Zhi's back thoughtfully, and said something in her mouth.

Zhao Wanqing's more than 20 subordinates are almost all recruits who have never been on the battlefield, they are usually only responsible for receiving telegrams, where they have really been on the battlefield, and they can hide from the Japanese army in the jungle for 4 cats, which is already very good. Dong Bi and the others hid in the bushes, originally to pick up Zhao Wanqing and them, but they didn't expect a large group of people to cross the river. When the machete came ashore, Dong Bi didn't bother to look carefully, and with a trembling hand, he pulled the trigger, but fortunately, there were no dead people.

Even if the bullet hit the knife, the impact still made the machete confused for a while, and he coughed vigorously. Lang Zhong said that he had injured his internal organs, and it would be good to rest for a while. The safety of the machete eased the tension between the two sides a lot, and Zhao Wanqing also got together with Zhao Zhi and discussed the next move.

"My opinion, we should continue through the jungle in the same direction as we were, in the direction of the Nu River," said Longhair.

"I don't care, I can do anything" Uncle Guo, who has always been treacherous, doesn't care.

"The bulk of the Fifth Army should be to the south of us, so we might as well join them. It will be safer when there are more people," Zhao Wanqing said about her plans.

"No, we don't eat much. I still have to rush to give it to others, so what are we going to eat and go out? "The rich man in charge of logistics is naturally opposed, and now with Zhao Wanqing and more than 20 of them, the few foods in the team have to be carefully calculated.

"What do you say?" Zhao Wanqing set her eyes on Zhao Zhi. Zhao Zhi, the first two big, is also very depressed now, and half of Zhao Wanqing's more than 20 people are female soldiers, who will take care of them when everyone is very weak. But the rich man was right, food was a big problem, and these days they were running away in the jungle and couldn't light a fire, and everyone had been eating compressed biscuits and wild fruits. Now there are only some rice balls and canned food left in the squad that have just captured the Japanese army, not to mention whether the Fifth Army can be found. Even if it is found, if the military department asks for centralized food, a small person like himself will not be able to resist. At that time, only God knows how many bites these brothers will be able to eat.

Zhao Zhi, who had made up his mind, looked at each other tacitly and stood up, "Let's not join the big army first, there should be a supply point for the Japanese army near here." Let's go and get rid of the supply point, and when we have supplies, let's make plans" Zhao Zhi's idea made Zhao Wanqing dizzy, and more than 70 people were going to fight the supply point of the Japanese army, let's talk about it.

Zhao Zhi took out the captured map of the Japanese army and pointed to a red dot on the map, "You see, there are a lot of black lines around this red dot. According to the terrain, these black lines should be the search routes of the Japanese scouts, and this red dot is the supply point of the Japanese army. According to the map assignment and the distance between the red dots on the map, it should not be very far from us, probably less than a day's journey. So no matter what we do, we have to lay this supply point first."

Uncle Guo leisurely plucked his ears for Changmao, and smiled smugly at Zhao Zhi, "Okay, you can do whatever you say, let's believe your little white face once."

Since it was going to be a war, the soldiers of the squad didn't care about hiding their whereabouts, and they were all making preparations before the war. The rich man took a few men to dig some earthen stoves and prepare to boil some water from the river, so that a pot of boiling water could be prepared for everyone. The machete and the goat took a few people to pick wild vegetables, ready to mix rice balls to cook wild vegetable porridge. The rest of the guys simply began to bathe in a place downstream, and the washed military uniforms were densely spread on the river beach.

Zhao Wanqing was also dragged upstream by the female soldiers to take a bath, and those who could move had their own things to do, only Zhao Zhi became a lonely idler. took out half a crumpled Japanese cigarette from his leather bag, lit the fire, and Zhao Zhimei took a puff. The men and women in front of them seemed to have forgotten the danger, and everyone was enjoying a short period of pleasure. But Zhao Zhi knew that the supply points of the Japanese army were not so easy to fight, and they were going to kill people. After a battle, there are still a few people left, just for a few bites of food, to take the lives of so many people, Zhao Zhi doesn't know if his decision is right.

Forget it, I can't care about so much, the damned are going to die after all. Zhao Zhi threw off his cigarette butt, took off his military uniform, threw himself into the river that was not over his calf, and joined the bathing team. "Dog's day, the little white face is white, tsk, looking at the flesh and skin. Long hair, don't you like men's butts? Come on" Uncle Guo, who was sitting in the river, rubbed his skinny ribs and teased Zhao Zhi and Long Hair.

Long hair wiped the water on his face, and scolded with a nonchalant smile, "Don't talk like that, you old dog, you see that Lao Tzu likes men's buttocks." Lao Tzu's three generations of single transmission, a standard man, the crotch is an iron spear, and the girls are comfortable. It's like you, an old dog, limp like a worm. ”

"You're talking nonsense on a dog's day, you're a guy who hasn't opened your beard yet, and you're still comfortable with a girl, have you ever touched a girl's hand on a dog's day?" Uncle Guo's obscene words caused everyone to laugh.

Zhao Zhi looked at the two guys in front of him helplessly, when he was good, he was like a father and son, and when he turned his face, he was like a deep hatred. As the scolding between the two escalated, Zhao Zhi hurriedly played the round, "Okay, wash it, let's go help the rich man and wash it in exchange for them."

Uncle Guo and Changmao glanced at each other, stopped scolding, and then went ashore to put on a half-dry military uniform, hooked their shoulders together in a very stinky and shameless way, and left humming a little song.

As the sun was about to set, dinner was finally ready, and the porridge of wild vegetables cooked in a steel helmet was mixed with canned Japanese food. The smell of the smell made everyone hungry swallow hard. For a few days, everyone has not eaten hot food, although each person only has two spoonfuls, and if there is not enough to eat, they have to replace it with wild fruits. But around the warm campfire, wearing clean military uniforms, and eating hot meals, everyone feels like a person again. No one spoke, everyone just held their own steel helmets and drank wild vegetable porridge in small sips. This sudden tranquility made everyone reluctant to remember for a long time that they were still on the run, although the way home was still long, long.

No one knows what they will encounter on the rest of their path, whether it will be Japanese soldiers or wild beasts. Everyone deliberately didn't think about this, they just wanted to cherish the moment of tranquility in front of them, everyone was like this, including Zhao Zhi. Zhao Zhi's emaciated face was flushed by the bonfire, and he suddenly felt that the uncle who always called him a little white face was not so annoying, and the rough people in front of him were so cute. Suddenly he had faith, the confidence to take these people out of the jungle.