Except for the side by the river, the other three hills were full of routs. The defeated soldiers have lost their former majesty and have been replaced by languishing yellow muscles. The field had been cleared, the large clumps of thatch and small trees had been cut down, and all the white cloth that could still be seen was gathered and spread in the center of the field as a guide for airdrops to the planes.

In the open space of Pingchang, there are only the doglegs led by Zhao Zhi, tattered but clean military uniforms, rusty steel helmets with a little smoke and fire marks, and all Japanese-style firearms, showing the difference of these soldiers. The sharpened spear spikes glow with a daunting chill in the sun.

The doglegs stood next to the guide sign, not moving at all, quite a bit of a pacesetter. The sound of airplanes sounded from small to large in the clouds in the sky, and although there was no order to "look up", the dense routs on the hillside still stretched out their heads to look at the sky in unison. More than a dozen female soldiers on the field also pointed to the planes in the sky, jumping and shouting.

A transport plane with the blue sky and white sun national emblem painted on the ends of its wings entered the sky above the ping field obliquely with its wings on its side. After a hover, when the ground in the transport plane was only 100 meters above the ground, the cabin door opened. There were soldiers standing on each side of the hatch, and the two soldiers with solemn expressions gave a military salute to the defeated soldiers on the field. "Salute" the old cannon shouted loudly, and the already weakened soldiers showed their last trace of spirit, straightened their bodies, and saluted the plane in unison. Although it is not neat and standard, it represents the pride of being a Chinese soldier.

Another circle, the door of the transport plane was facing the airdrop sign, the two soldiers at the door bowed, and a hemp bag was lifted off the plane, and after the sack hit the ground, it slid down the thatch for a long way before stopping. "Oh," the routs on the hillside cried out in joy, hugging each other. As the plane circled, dozens of sacks were thrown down the cabin, and the open space of the flat field was piled up with a layer, and finally a wooden box with a parachute was thrown off the plane.

The plane continued to hover over the flat field, and the door of the cabin had changed into a guy wearing a yellow tweed military uniform. I can't see his rank clearly, but looking at his white gloves, it is estimated that the rank will not be too small. The officer stood at the door of the cabin and waved his hand at the soldiers below, and threw down a few cigarettes, and the cabin closed the door.

The plane that had been pulled up burrowed into the vast clouds again, and the sound of the plane changed from loud to small. The defeated soldiers standing on the hillside were still in a state of salute, and their scorched and blackened faces still had reluctant expressions. The plane finally came, and the country has not forgotten everyone, everyone's heart is warm, and they are reluctant to leave for a long time.

"Sir, there are 24 sacks, 10 bales of rice, 5 bales of bacon and salted fish, 5 bales of flatbread, 1 bale of salt, 1 packet of medicine, and 2 packs of military shoes and socks, and in that wooden box is a radio station and code book. By the way, there are 10 cigarettes, I left two for you, and I gave them to my aunt and grandmother" The rich man held up the salted fish and flatbread in his hand and reported to Zhao Zhi excitedly. Ever since he had lost most of his supplies in the riverside camp, the rich man kept a straight face all day long, and ignored everyone.

"Divide everyone into teams of 30 people like we did, and distribute rice and salted fish. The flatbread is left for the scout team to use when they go out, and the military shoes and socks are given priority to the guys who lack clothes, shoes and socks, and the salt must be strictly controlled in our hands."

"What about the radio station and the codebook?"

"The radio station and the codebook are handed over to Da Confused and Zhao Yan, they are not from the military communication company."

"What do the two sides say?" The rich man who was biting the pie muttered his worries.

Patting the gun on the rich man's back, Zhao Zhi said slowly, "Under absolute force, all jealousy and hatred are fake" Zhao Zhi walked a few steps and suddenly remembered something, turned to look at the rich man, "You shit, give the cigarette to Yuan Qingqing, then can I still smoke?" Get two more for Lao Tzu and give them to the steamed buns to hold."

"Dog's greedy goods, there are only 10 cigarettes in total, and you took 4 cigarettes at once, what should the rest of the people do?" The rich man glared at Zhao Zhi's back and took a bite of the pie fiercely.

Tonight, there was a bonfire on the flat, and the soldiers and doglegs learned how to cook rice with steel helmets. The rice is boiled with a steel helmet until medium-rare, then the thinly sliced bacon and salted fish is spread on top of the rice and covered with the plantain leaves that act as the lid of the pot. Everyone sat around their steel helmets and smelled the fragrance, waiting for the moment when the rice was cooked. The guy who didn't have a steel helmet had to use his own drinking tank, cooking rice little by little, and cooking it again if he didn't have enough to eat at one time.

Zhao Zhi stuffed a large piece of bacon into his mouth fiercely, and scolded Lao Pao a few in his mouth, "You dogs, eat slowly, damn, Lao Tzu eats slower than you" As he spoke, Zhao Zhi put aside Xiucai's chopsticks, grabbed a piece of bacon and put it in Yuan Qingqing's lunch box.

Dozens of pairs of chopsticks quickly picked up the meat in the iron pot, and it didn't take much effort, and only wild vegetables were left in a large pot of stewed bacon with wild vegetables. Zhao Zhi winked at Yuan Qingqing with his eyebrows, and they couldn't laugh at Uncle Guo. Yuan Qingqing, who blushed with shame, turned his head and ran away with the lunch box, and Zhao Zhi chased after him tightly holding his clothes. "Eat quickly, eat quickly" Zhao Zhi saw that there was no one around, and took out a lunch box from his clothes, which was full of a box of bacon. Looking at Zhao Zhi's thief expression, Yuan Qingqing couldn't laugh, when he was eating just now, Zhao Zhi stretched out his chopsticks only a handful of times, and these meats were all saved by Zhao Zhi from his mouth.

"It's delicious" Yuan Qingqing's mouth was full of meat, but tears were rolling in her eyes. In an environment where food is scarce, a man saves his share of food, and he really doesn't know what kind of person the man in front of him is. Seeing Yuan Qingqing in tears, Zhao Zhi smiled quietly and stroked Yuan Qingqing's face, "Eat, eat and sleep well"

The defeated soldiers naturally ate very well, with enough rice, bacon, salted fish, and a cigarette after each meal. Under the starlight, the defeated soldiers slept soundly, took a bath, and ate a full meal. Zhao Zhi was still insomnia, and the radio had already received the first telegram, and the headquarters of the expeditionary force moving to India did not provide a retreat route, but just told Zhao Zhi and them to stand by. This telegram was only known to Zhao Yan, Zhao Zhi, and Uncle Guo, who received the telegram, and Zhao Zhi did not dare to publish it, for fear of causing a riot among the defeated soldiers.

In the next few days, the planes continued to drop supplies, new uniforms for the expeditionary force, cowhide boots, medicines, weapons, ammunition, meat, rice, and so on. There are even a few cauldrons. The clearing in the ping field has been cleared by the routs who have been idle all day, and leveled into a large clearing. The routs at leisure began to tidy up the river bank again, and they wanted to build a place where they could take a bath.

The old cannon took the doglegs to cut trees in the woods, to be exact, he took the doglegs to cut the trees into planks with the machetes that were dropped from the air. Then these rough planks were used to build a house to live in, and lying in the hot and humid grass hut, the wounds of the wounded had begun to inflame.

Uncle Guo climbed on a high place and shouted: "Dogs, you can eat the guys who can't do it, hurry up"

The doglegs ignored him and went on working. Uncle Guo's expectations were disappointed, so he had to shout: "Work!" Coolie fast work! Dry quickly"

The people who shouted the most fiercely were usually the ones who did the least, and Uncle Guo retreated as he yelled, and went straight out of the woods and jumped into the river to bathe, and the dogs pretended not to see it.

Choose the three people who should not be offended the most, and the doglegs will definitely say Zhao Zhi, Yuan Qingqing, and this old guy Uncle Guo. In the words of long hair, Uncle Guo is a fox after skinning, and he is still an old fox with white hair.

Zhao Zhi took steamed buns to haunt the grass in the distance, holding a slingshot made of a wrench with a bicycle belt, and hitting birds and beasts in the grass. Usually Zhao Zhiyi shot out, and the steamed bun rushed to the place where Zhao Zhigang hit with a stone - but usually it was in the air, and the two had a lot of fun in the grass.

Zhao Zhi pulled him in the grass and maybe hit the prey that he might or may not have hit, and after a while he came out of the grass empty-handed and with a lost face, and tripped over the grass. Throwing the slingshot to the steamed bun that had been salivating for a long time, Zhao Zhi walked out of the grass alone.

Xiucai and Longhair tiptoed around a rotten tree root to see what Zhao Zhi was busy with. It turned out that the guy was curled up in a place where no one could see, a hammer, a file or something, and this guy was busy working on the shell of a five-zero grenade grenade, making that thing a little man, and making it very beautiful with smiling eyes.

Xiucai and Long Hair shouted, threw a large bundle of thatch, and buried half of Zhao Zhi, who was lying comfortably, alive. The two doglegs reached out and snatched the grenade shell in Zhao Zhi's hand, screaming and laughing in ecstasy, as if the good luck in the world had all fallen on their heads, a few seconds later Zhao Zhi brandished a big stick and rushed out, the pursuit began, and the two boys ran to the place where the old cannon cut wood in a panic.

"Lao Pao, stop them for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will reward you with cigarettes at night" Zhao Zhi waved a big stick and asked Lao Cannon to intercept the two boys.

"Old Cannon, you let us go, I'll give this to you" Xiucai casually threw the grenade shell in his hand to Lao Cannon, and was still fanning the flames in his mouth, "The little white face of the dog day, hiding over there to do this thing, must be made for my aunt and grandmother"

"Old artillery, return it to Lao Tzu, come to me at night to get a cigarette" Zhao Zhi, who was out of breath, stretched out his hand and asked the old cannon for a grenade shell. "Give me this, you can make another one yourself" The old cannon stuffed the shell into his pocket and refused to return it to Zhao Zhi.

"Smack" Zhao Zhi kicked on the old cannon's buttocks, "Your dog is robbing tomorrow, if you want to, you can do it yourself"

The always arrogant old cannon easily put Zhao Zhi down, and then stepped on Zhao Zhi with one foot. Xiucai and Longhair didn't run away, and turned around and laughed loudly, admiring Zhao Zhi's embarrassment.

"Lao Pao, you deflated calf, you let go of Lao Tzu"

"The little white face of the dog day, dare to scold me" So the old cannon began to pretend to kick Zhao Zhi fiercely. The old cannon kicked it, and Zhao Zhi screamed, kicked, screamed.

The long-haired bar squatting on the side smacked his mouth, a little disdainful: "I don't bark when I get shot on this dog day, why is this still called?"

The boring old cannon let go of Zhao Zhi and retreated stupidly. Long Mao forgot that he was also an accomplice, and laughed beside Zhao Zhi and teased. was pressed under Zhao Zhi, who suddenly got up, and was beaten violently, and the long hair was worse than what Zhao Zhi screamed just now.