The advance battalion remained outside the Ghost Gate Pass, and the two battalions of the 114th Regiment were transferred to Karaka, which was requested by Zhao Zhi. The task of the advance battalion was to ensure the safety of the paving of the road, not to capture Karaka for the 114th regiment. If the Japanese troops entrenched here are not cleaned up, the engineer regiment will not be able to enter the Savage Mountain at all, let alone pave the road. For the departure and stay of the advance battalion, the 38th Division and the headquarters fought a war of words for a long time, and the radio sent reports back and forth. In the end, it was Stilwell who slapped the table, and Zhao Zhi left behind with a remnant battalion of the 114th Regiment to clean up the Japanese troops in the Ghost Gate Pass and protect the safety of the Engineer Corps.

Xiucai's ashes had already been sent back to Ledo's camp, and Zhao Zhi couldn't imagine that the people left behind in the camp would know what Xiucai's death would be like. Compared with Zhao Zhi's worry about the camp's reaction, Uncle Guo and they were more worried about Zhao Zhi, since Xiucai's ashes were sent back to Ledo, Zhao Zhi seemed to have lost his soul. didn't sleep all night long, followed the team out to search during the day with black eye circles, and if it went on like this, Zhao Zhi would fall before he reached Karaka.

"I've got to think of a way, this won't work," Uncle Guo said, smoking a cigarette and making a loud noise. The doglegs were all crammed into Edward's tent, which had a radio station, and Zhao Zhi rarely came to this kind of place. "War, only war can distract him," said Edward, smiling his cigar in his mouth.

"You said lightly, where to find the little devil. Besides, the sir is like this now, if he meets the little devil, maybe who will hit whom, Lao Tzu doesn't want to collect the body of the little white face" Regarding Edward's proposal, Lao Cannon was the first to disagree. Besides, whether to fight with the Japanese army or not, doesn't it have to be decided from above?

"The goats have already found traces of Japanese troops on the mountains to the north yesterday, and they will know when they come back today," Uncle Guo said quietly. Due to Zhao Zhi's distraction, the entire army has been stagnant outside the Ghost Gate Pass for two days, and the 38th Division has been urged several times, but they have all been bypassed by Edward. The goats and machetes brought their teams into the mountains every day, they were looking for the Japanese army, and their desire to avenge Xiucai was not forgotten for a day.

"You're all there" brought the goat with a bloody smell into the tent, the pungent smell of blood made the doglegs' eyes widen, this kid must have fought with the Japanese army. After a pause, seeing that everyone didn't mean to ask, the goat sat down, "There is a squadron of Japanese troops on the North Mountain, I captured a scout" Boom, the dogs couldn't hold back any longer, and they poured out of the tent in unison.

"No? What about goats, people? "The anxious old cannon grabbed the goats, and there were only a few idle soldiers in the open space of the camp, and there were no scouts from the Japanese army at all. Without waiting for the goats to reply, there was only one shot on the hillside east of the camp. While the soldiers in the camp were still panicked and raising their guns to aim, Zhao Zhi, whose hands were covered with blood, came back with a pistol, he had returned from the eastern hillside, where Xiucai's remaining bones were buried. Zhao Zhi was followed by a person, Yan Shijun, who Xiucai desperately saved.

"Gather" Yan Shijun shouted loudly under Zhao Zhi's nod, and his face, which was originally slightly naïve, was now splashed with a little blood, and his young voice was already a little hoarse. Seeing that the doglegs were still standing in place and not moving, Yan Shijun looked at Zhao Zhi a little timidly. Zhao Zhi looked at the guys in the open space with a cold face, and pointed at Yan Shijun, "From today on, he is a recruit of the advance battalion and my herald" Looking at the guys who were still shaking their heads, Zhao Zhi threw the gun in his hand to Yan Shijun, "This gun is given to you, if you don't obey the order, you will hit me, as long as you don't die, it's not too much"

"What?" The doglegs were in an uproar, isn't this a sword for this kid Shang Fang? What if this hairy boy shoots in a convulsion one day? Longhair straightened up first, standing straight and straight, and the other guys also panicked out of the queue. Zhao Zhi stretched out his hand to the doglegs and showed everyone the blood on his hands, "This is the blood of that Japanese scout, I slaughtered him in front of Xiucai's grave." It turned out that the Japanese were also afraid of death, so when I asked him about the situation on the mountain, he didn't say anything, so I cut off his hands and feet, and he said everything. It's really stupid, if you say it, you will die, if it were me, I wouldn't say it. ”

Looking at the blood on his hands, Zhao Zhi said a little nervously, "It is a squadron of the 18th Division of the Japanese Army stationed at the Ghost Gate Pass, and we must pass through the Ghost Gate Pass if we want to enter the jungle, so we must defeat this Japanese squadron."

Everyone was overwhelmed by Zhao Zhi's nervousness, and Changmao quietly kicked Uncle Guo and let Uncle Guo speak. But Uncle Guo stood straight, didn't open his mouth when he died, and turned a deaf ear to the dogs' eyebrows and pretended not to see. "Everyone will go and pack their equipment, set off in the middle of the night tonight, and at dawn, capture the entire North Mountain. The battalion left behind by the 114th Regiment will be responsible for the vigilance in other directions and provide us with artillery support" Zhao Zhi finished arranging, plunged into his tent, and fell asleep.

"What's wrong with the little white face? Could it be stupid? Longhair asked in surprise as he plucked his nostrils. In Changmao's memory, Zhao Zhi has always avoided war, and he will never take the initiative to invite war, what is wrong today. "What are you talking nonsense about your dog's day" Uncle Guo's big slap landed on the back of the hairy head, and the slap snapped.

"Don't fight, hit Lao Tzu again, turn your face" Long Mao held his head and shrank behind the old cannon, and by the way, he wiped his fingers on the old cannon's military uniform. The doglegs scattered one after another, and only Uncle Guo and Yan Shijun were left in the clearing. "Since the commander said that you should enter the advance camp, you must fulfill your responsibilities as a herald. Don't leave the chief's sight, you can't put the chief in danger if you die, these brothers are all pointing to the chief alone" Uncle Guo looked at Yan Shijun and explained expressionlessly. Although he didn't know why Zhao Zhi wanted Yan Shijun to be his herald, he wouldn't ask Zhao Zhi, since Zhao Zhi did this, he must have his original intention.

A backpack was thrown at Yan Shijun's feet, and it was a steamed bun. "This is Xiucai's backpack, when you were in the camp, Xiucai wanted to keep you, and you were not angry. Let me tell you first, don't make small moves behind the chief's back, otherwise I'll kill you" Mantou viciously gestured at Yan Shijun with his fist.

Yan Shijun couldn't sleep after tossing and turning on the military carpet, and he didn't know why Zhao Zhi would let him be a herald. When Zhao Zhi came to him today, Yan Shijun was still looking for Xiucai because the aggressive Zhao Zhi came to pay for Xiucai's life. But when I went to Xiucai's grave, I saw that there was already a Japanese soldier tied there. Yan Shijun studied Japanese, his father, who was a comprador in a foreign firm, had business dealings with the Japanese, and Yan Shijun learned Japanese with those Japanese businessmen, and he also spoke with a standard Kyoto accent.

Zhao Zhi didn't say anything else, just carried an adjutant knife and asked Yan Shijun to ask the Japanese scout about the situation on the mountain in Japanese. The Japanese scouts, who were already determined to die, had a very tough attitude, and humiliated Zhao Zhi with wild words from time to time. Zhao Zhi, who was expressionless, just asked Yan Shijun to translate truthfully, and suddenly cut off one of the arms of the Japanese soldier when the Japanese scouts were unprepared. In the howl of the Japanese scouts, Zhao Zhi continued to ask for information, but the Japanese army naturally didn't say anything. So Zhao Zhi cut off his other arm and two feet, and just when Zhao Zhi was about to cut off the thigh of the Japanese army, the Japanese scout finally collapsed, and said it all.

Zhao Zhi grabbed the collar of the Japanese scout, dragged him to Xiucai's grave, dipped his hand in the blood shed by the Japanese army, and wrote a tombstone for Xiucai. "Xiucai is buried here, you were rescued by him, I will help him fulfill a wish--- let you enter the advance camp." A pistol was thrown in front of Yan Shijun, and Zhao Zhi asked Yan Shijun to kill the Japanese soldier in front of Xiucai's grave. Yan Shijun, who was already crying bitterly, didn't think much about it, raised his pistol and fired a shot at the head of the dying Japanese soldier. Blood and brains were splashed everywhere, but Yan Shijun didn't care, he just looked at the still steaming brains and felt a little disgusted. Throwing off the gun in his hand, Yan Shijun knelt in front of Xiucai's grave and vomited wildly.

In normal times, Zhao Zhi will be scolded for the guy who reacts like this, and there are a few soldiers who have never seen corpses and brains. But today he didn't scold Yan Shijun, he just reached out and touched Yan Shijun's head. This student soldier originally joined the army with enthusiasm, but now Zhao Zhi wants to turn this young man into cold-blooded and brutal, which is indeed a bit cruel.

But Zhao Zhi has no choice, it's like this on the battlefield, either you die or I die, where is the slightest mercy. This time, it was Xiucai who sacrificed his life to save Yan Shijun, so who will he sacrifice next time there is danger? Zhao Zhi didn't want his brothers to sacrifice his lives for the recruits. The only way is for the recruits who don't know anything to learn the rules of the battlefield and survive the fittest.

"Get up, it's time to go" A low cry woke up Yan Shijun, who was still thinking about it. The heavily armed dog threw a submachine gun over, "This is Xiucai's gun" Yan Shijun subconsciously caught the submachine gun, and the butt was engraved with Xiucai's name --- Luo Yu. Yan Shijun learned the appearance of steamed buns and wrapped thick leggings around his calves, so as to prevent the drought locusts from lying on your lap and sucking your blood. "The collar and cuffs should also be tightened, remember not to take off the steel helmet, and insert some leaves and grass branches on the steel helmet," Mantou patiently told Yan Shijun about the preparations before entering the jungle.

is different from the dog's indifference to Yan Shijun, but the steamed bun is sympathetic to Yan Shijun. It is a great thing in itself that a scholar can follow their gang of big bosses to fight devils, and Yan Shijun is a person who is favored by both Xiucai and the chief. Finally packed up, Yan Shijun followed the steamed buns out of the tent, and the open space was already full of people who were ready to go. Lowering his head in shame, Yan Shijun quietly followed the steamed bun and stood behind Zhao Zhi.

"Let's go" Zhao Zhi saw that everyone had arrived, and then whispered to the goat. The goat's scout team is still the leading spearhead. The machete squad is responsible for following behind to collect the stragglers, marching in the jungle at night is a dangerous thing, Zhao Zhi doesn't want the stragglers to be trapped in the jungle.

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