As Zhao Zhi had expected, the soldiers' march slowed down the next day, as many of their crotches began to itch and fester. The reddened crotch that had been stung by the rain was just itchy, but after they set up camp, they did not scrub it with Langzhong's homemade herbs, and they kept rubbing against their pants during the march, and finally it festered.

"Damn, they're all foodies" Lang Zhong, who kept checking the soldiers, was tired and only scolded, the so-called elite of this gang is really bad. When these guys got up in the morning, they didn't know to check if there were grasshoppers on their bodies, and the grasshoppers were full of blood, hanging on these elite bodies like red sausages, and the dogs laughed when they saw it.

Once again, Edward and Wallace were shocked by the doglegs' performance, they always found a short break during the march, and when everyone was exhausted, the doglegs still had the energy to take care of the camp and keep guard. To say that the doglegs are not tired is false, Edward has seen at least a few times that the doglegs fall and can't get up. It's just that there are a lot of things that have been deeply remembered in their hearts, and they are used to doing some things and are familiar with Zhao Zhi's orders.

The silent team continued to hurry, and everyone was choked by the vast jungle, and they all wanted to get out of the jungle as soon as possible. Zhao Zhi arranged a new task for everyone, collecting the bones of the expeditionary force along the way and burying them on the spot. These soldiers have already lost their lives, and Zhao Zhi doesn't want them to be left without bones. The soldiers were just a little melancholy, and there was no objection, after all, in war, they might become a corpse in the next moment, and no one wanted to be the same violent corpse wilderness.

Burying the bodies was the last thing a living could do for these former brethren. There are tens of thousands of corpses in Cong Dulin, and Zhao Zhi and they can only find some of them, but everyone has done their best, after all, there is still a task to be completed. The corpses were already highly decomposed, and some were even just piles of white bones, so that everyone could not determine their identities, so they had to find some depressions to bury them in a centralized manner. The wooden tombstone can only write the tombs of the soldiers of the expeditionary force.

The temporary increase in tasks slowed everyone's march a lot, but Zhao Zhi still insisted on doing so, and the others had to do it, Zhao Zhi's temper was not very good. Zhao Zhi patted the big stone under his buttocks, and asked Lao Pao with a smile, "Old Pao, do you remember here?" "This is the place where Zhao Zhi had a fever and Lao Pao let him bask in the sun, and it is also the place where Cao Benchuan died.

The old cannon, who was leaning on the stone and smoking a cigarette, glanced at it casually, and muttered in his mouth, "Lao Tzu is so busy every day, how can he have the time to memorize these things, isn't this the place where there was a little bastard lying on his stomach and drying his buttocks" The other dogs and legs all gathered around when they heard this, wanting the old cannon to tell him what was going on. "Get out, get out" The old cannon who had just opened his mouth to talk about Zhao Zhi's troubles saw Zhao Zhi staring at him coldly, and his body was cold for no reason, so he hurriedly drove away the dogs, lest he be cleaned up by Zhao Zhi.

"Your brothers are very good, I took them all out" Zhao Zhi muttered silently in front of Cao Benchuan's grave, last time everyone was not physically strong, but they hastily covered Cao Benchuan's body with branches. This time, there were enough manpower, so Cao Benchuan was naturally buried well. Zhao Zhi was not angry at what Cao Benchuan had done, for the sake of his brother's survival, Cao Benchuan had not done too much. If it was Zhao Zhi, he would directly kill the people who threatened him and his brothers. After a few months of escaping in the jungle, Zhao Zhi had already begun to become cold-blooded.

The bigwigs never cared about the lives of the defeated soldiers, and in the eyes of the bigwigs, the routs like Zhao Zhi and them were just small people, just some numbers in the casualty report. Since the above doesn't care about everyone's life or death, then you have to find a way to live and try all your best to live, this is the most important thing, which is also the truth that Zhao Zhi figured out in the jungle.

Zhao Zhi decided to rest here for a whole day, and then work hard for 2 days to go on the avenue. The upcoming victory made everyone in the team happy. The well-fed guys crowded around a stream to take a bath, and the old cannon shaved the heads of the soldiers one by one with razors according to Zhao Zhi's instructions.

"Sir, there seems to be something wrong ahead" The machete of the lead ran back, "We walked out for about 10 miles, and found the bullet casings of three or eight shots and the killed Indian locals in the forest, looking at the bullet holes on the corpses, it looks like the last few days" Zhao Zhi opened the map and asked the machete to point the direction on the map.

The direction pointed by the machete was the only way to Ledo, there were several hills, and if there were really Japanese troops there, then they would completely block Zhao Zhi's way. "Damn" Zhao Zhi kicked a stone on the ground and hit Uncle Guo's leg. The old man was angry and chased Zhao Zhi and didn't let go, he had to kick it back, the dogs looked at it with a grin, without the slightest intention of pulling a fight, and the camp was a mess of chickens and dogs.

"Then fight, what are you afraid of, it's not like we haven't fought with the little devil" Uncle Guo patted the gun in his hand with confidence. That's right, if you meet it, you will fight, Zhao Zhi suddenly opened his mouth. All this time he has been in the wrong place, thinking about how to live with his brothers, but forgetting that they are soldiers, soldiers. The rout soldiers are also soldiers, and there are many kinds, and Zhao Zhi's team belongs to that kind of special. On weekdays, the doglegs are the most afraid of death, and they never rush to the front even in battle, but when the enemy appears, no one retreats.

"Then let's fight" Zhao Zhi closed the map and called a meeting of the officers. "Early tomorrow morning, Goats and Machetes will each lead a team of scouts to search the surrounding hills. Edward and Wallace took your men to be responsible for all the equipment carrying, Lao Cannon and Jin Dapeng each brought 30 people to cover on both wings, and the rest of the people followed me to protect the equipment in the middle, and there was no order to charge" Zhao Zhi gave the order one by one, if there was really a Japanese army, it should be from Sun Brabang, and it would never be a small force. Zhao Zhi only has more than 200 people in his hands, and he can't afford to fight hard.

Zhao Zhi still decided to use the old method to confront the Japanese army, first search to determine the location of the Japanese army, and then use one or two small ambushes to lure the Japanese army into the ambush circle. Then he routed the Japanese army, took the opportunity to get rid of the Japanese army, and turned to Ledo. In the case of unclear enemy situation, Zhao Zhi can only arrange it like this, and all the results can only depend on the situation tomorrow.