"Get out of the way, get out of the way, take a look, take a look" Lang Zhong took two foreign military doctors to Zhao Zhi and Lao Sichuan's side, squeezed away the guys surrounding Zhao Zhi and Lao Sichuan, and examined the wounds of the two. The old Sichuan who was hit in the neck is no longer good, only the air is out and there is no air intake, and the blood splattered out of the neck has already flowed all over the ground. "Damn, damn it" A U.S. military doctor tried in vain to hold down the wound of old Sichuan with a first-aid kit, trying to stop the bleeding.

Zhao Zhi was better, he was only shot through the shoulder by the bullet, not hurting the bones and large blood vessels, and the shot in the head only knocked the steel helmet away and stunned Zhao Zhi. Lang Zhong had carefully examined Zhao Zhi's whole body, and found no other wounds, so he breathed a sigh of relief this time.

"I'll fuck your uncle" The steamed bun threw off the steel helmet and rushed to Jin Dapeng with an arrow step, splitting the head was a slap, and now he can't kill Jin Dapeng. The steamed buns had to torture him well, after all, Zhao Zhi was injured and Lao Sichuan died. "Bah" was another gunshot, and the unsuspecting steamed bun fell on the road with blood on its head.

"Hidden, hidden, there are Japanese soldiers" The experienced uncle had already heard it at this moment, it was the sound of the Japanese army's 38 rifle shooting. Lang Zhong took a few steps to the side of the steamed bun, grabbed the steamed bun's backpack and dragged it to the shallow ditch on the side, where was the nearest concealment. On the hillside opposite the bamboo shed, there were two machine guns shooting at Zhao Zhi, and they kept strafing, mixed with the sound of rifle fire.

The elites who were lying on the ground and pretending to be dead dogs just now couldn't wait to grow a few more legs, and they crawled towards the woods in a panic, looking for concealment. The attacker's marksmanship was obviously not very good, and the non-stop strafing machine gun basically caught nothing except for a few guys who didn't have long eyes at first. On the contrary, a few rifles on the hillside were very accurate, almost biting the flesh.

Uncle Guo didn't care about Zhao Zhi's injury, just shoved Zhao Zhi, who had fainted, behind a tree, and beckoned his riflemen to shoot at the hillside. Uncle Guo's riflemen were obviously much better marksmanship than the attackers, and after only one round of shooting, the machine guns on the hillside did not go off again, and the heads of the two machine gunners were shattered by at least 7 or 8 bullets fired from sniper rifles.

The goat, with a few submachine gunners, went around to the side of the hill and quietly touched the back of the attacker while the attacker was tired of dealing with them. It was just a full-range fire of one magazine per person, and all the attackers on the hillside were killed.

The goats dragged the bodies of several attackers down the hill, "It's Burmese, not Japanese soldiers, but they use Japanese-style firearms" Xiucai checked the corpses and found that they were really Burmese. The steamed bun that was dragged down the shallow ditch by Lang Zhong was not life-threatening, but a blood groove was plowed out by the bullet on the left temple, and Lang Zhong had already helped him stop the bleeding. Zhao Zhi also woke up faintly, but he was still dizzy and nauseous, and his words were not clear. The foreign military doctor said that Zhao Zhi was a concussion and would be fine in a few days.

The "damn" old cannon dug out a bullet from the wound of Lao Sichuan, it was a 0.45 caliber pistol bullet, and obviously the bullet that hit Zhao Zhi and Lao Sichuan was Jin Dapeng's pistol, and this American-style Browning 1911 pistol had great penetration at close range. The old cannon gritted his teeth, stood in front of Jin Dapeng, and gestured with the dog's adjutant knife on Jin Dapeng's body. The frightened Jin Dapeng collapsed to the ground, not knowing what the old cannon wanted to do.

"You wounded my commander and killed one of my brothers. If you hadn't been grinding here, there wouldn't have been so many people injured and died" The old cannon had a cold face, stretched out his hand and grabbed Jin Dapeng's collar, and dragged Jin Dapeng fiercely on the ground, until he reached Lao Sichuan, who had lost his breath.

"Open your dog's eyes and see, this is my brother, the brother you killed. He even walked through the jungle twice, but he died in your hands" The old cannon viciously stepped on Jin Dapeng's head with his military boots, so that as soon as Jin Dapeng opened his eyes, he could see the bloody neck of Lao Sichuan. "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it" The frightened Jin Dapeng just shouted this sentence over and over again, he was already frightened by the bloody neck of old Sichuan.

Zhao Zhi tilted his head and Xiucai didn't know what to say, Xiucai took two people up the hill, and after a while, Xiucai carried a Japanese-style machine gun down the hill. The casualties have been counted, Zhao Zhi's side is one dead and two wounded, the foreign soldiers are dead, and the elite are the worst, with more than 20 dead and wounded.

The corpses were neatly placed on the lawn beside the road, the old cannon was leading people to dig a pit, and Jin Dapeng was thrown aside like a rice dumpling, no one paid attention. The elites now also hate Jin Dapeng to the core, if it weren't for Jin Dapeng's deliberate grinding, everyone would not have been attacked here at all. Moreover, Jin Dapeng, as an officer, actually killed his own people, and kept arguing that the gun had gone off. The performance of Zhao Zhi and his people on the march along the way has made the elites have a great impression of them, Zhao Zhi is not as arrogant and domineering as Jin Dapeng said, on the contrary, the elites have learned a lot from the doglegs.

Zhao Zhi's wound had stopped bleeding, and Lang Zhong also gave Zhao Zhi morphine, and the wound was thickly wrapped with gauze. Squatting in front of the corpse of Lao Sichuan, Zhao Zhi's heart was full of bitterness, he was only one step away, and he was about to arrive in Lieduo. "You dare to shoot, but you lack the courage to dare to bear the consequences" Zhao Zhi walked to Jin Dapeng's side and leaned over to look at this person, Jin Dapeng was already in a trance, with tears and snot on his face.

Zhao Zhi beckoned, and Xiucai came over with two doglegs, still holding the Japanese-style machine gun in his hand. "Pull it farther away, they want to bury it here, I don't want this person to make this place dirty" Zhao Zhi said coldly, his squinted eyes staring at Jin Dapeng. Ignoring Jin Dapeng's struggle and swearing, Xiucai led people to drag Jin Dapeng away, and a series of gunshots rang out in the woods, and Xiucai definitely hit more than one magazine. Zhao Zhi originally wanted to go in person, but Lang Zhong said that Zhao Zhi couldn't shoot in the short term, otherwise the wound would be opened, so Uncle Guo simply accepted all Zhao Zhi's guns.

The atmosphere was dreary, and everyone stood together to bury the dead brethren. Zhao Zhi learned to fight, but he didn't seem to have learned to adapt to this kind of occasion, and he stood in front of the corpse of Lao Sichuan at a loss. The doglegs have parted with their brothers in life and death, and they have also buried their comrades and siblings with their own hands, but Zhao Zhi This is the first time, but he insists on burying the old Sichuan with his own hands.

Moving Lao Sichuan's corpse has already caused Zhao Zhi's wounds to burst open, and half of his body is covered in blood. However, he did not let others help, and still vigorously chopped the branches with a long knife, until he used dry branches to pile up the corpse of Lao Sichuan into a round mound. "Let's go, let's go, you go first, wait for us" Zhao Zhi lit a few cigarettes for Lao Sichuan, then lit the pyre, turned around and pulled out the dog's pistol, and shot a magazine at the sky. In the raging flames, Lao Sichuan slowly turned into a pile of ashes, and Zhao Zhi and the doglegs were full of tears. This guy who traveled all the way through the jungle with his brothers finally took the first step, and everyone knew that he might have such a day, but when he really came, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

Zhao Zhi, who was in a better mood, threw the pistol back to the dog and turned it in front of those elites, "Dead brothers, everyone is not happy, but those who are alive will continue to live." Your commander, Major Jin Dapeng, was shot several times in the first soldier, and now his whereabouts are unknown, do you want to go to him? Zhao Zhi's words completely confused the elites, it was not Zhao Zhi's people who killed Jin Dapeng, how could it be that their whereabouts were unknown.

However, there are still smart people in the elite, a captain stood up and gave a military salute to Zhao Zhi, "Report to the chief, we have searched this area, and we have not found Jin Dapeng, it is estimated that he was captured by the Japanese army who attacked us" Zhao Zhi squinted his eyes, looked at the captain in front of him, and patted him on the shoulder with great satisfaction, "Yes, you are very good, this team will be yours in the future"

"Is that okay?" The long hair with his nose picked at his face was full of doubts, he didn't expect Zhao Zhi to be so blatant, and there were people who cooperated with Zhao Zhi so shamelessly. deserves this Jin Dapeng, a dignified major of the national army, and he has become a missing person for no apparent reason.