Chapter 236: Attacked Again

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Time passed quickly, and the stars had appeared in the night sky, and the light in the mountains and forests was getting dimmer and dimmer, and the objects a few meters away were already a little blurry and difficult to see clearly. *.* Tonight is another moonless day, and it is very challenging to march under such conditions, especially when they have to carry the wounded on their backs like Zhao Zhi, which adds a lot of difficulty.

As soon as his feet slipped, Zhao Zhi fell into the woodland with Yan Shijun on his back, but fortunately, there were thick fallen leaves that served as a cushion under them. "Don't go, rest for a while, I'm tired" Zhao Zhi spread out his limbs and lay on the ground panting like a dead dog, Yan Shijun on his back was lying 1 meter away from him, grinning with his teeth, and the Burmese girl Daguo took advantage of the rest time to check the situation of the wounded one by one. The wounded who had been poisoned by the arrows were better and were able to walk on their own, while the few guys who had been wounded by shrapnel and bullets had to rely on human backs, and their wounds opened again due to the rugged mountain roads.

"Sir, what is this girl doing? If you bring this back, Grandma and Dr. Linda won't have to skin you? The hippie-faced old cannon came to Zhao Zhi's side and searched for a cigarette, his eyes full of playfulness. Along the way, Kangguo's careful care of the wounded won everyone's trust and love, especially after Daguo washed his face, his appearance was no less than Yuan Qingqing's, and they were even more amazed, and they were all joking that Zhao Zhi had picked up a treasure.

"Get out of the way, they're still a little girl" Lao Pao's joke made Zhao Zhi a little unbearable, pretending to be annoyed and kicking Lao Pao with his feet, Daguo's appearance did surprise Zhao Zhi, but he didn't want to take Daguo for himself as Lao Pao said, just Yuan Qingqing and Linda were enough for Zhao Zhi to be a little unbearable, if he added such a little girl, wouldn't Zhao Zhi even have scum left.

Daguo, who was facing Zhao Zhi and was examining Yan Shijun's back wound, slowed down the movements of her hand, she felt that her back was hot, it was clear that someone was peeping at her, and there was only the young officer behind her, could it be that he was looking at herself? Dare is a girl who dares to love and hate, and what comes to mind is about to be done, so she immediately turned around and looked back at Zhao Zhi. Sure enough, it was him, and his daring eyes were just facing Zhao Zhi's eyes, staring at his own eyes. Leng Buding was looked at by the eyes of Daguo, Zhao Zhi was a little hot-skinned, and hurriedly got up and beckoned everyone to continue on the road, striving to rush to the cave as soon as possible to meet the rich man.

There were more and more stars in the sky, and the visibility in the mountains and forests was much better than at night, and the chirping of insects sounded like a soft sonata under the night sky full of stars. The ears were full of this natural sound, and before they knew it, everyone's steps were a little faster. If it weren't for the blood stains and the smell of gunsmoke, this group of people walking through the mountains and forests would have been going to the wilderness rather than fighting.

On the road again, the old cannon replaced Zhao Zhi and carried Yan Shijun on his back, and Zhao Zhi, who had eased up, replaced the dog as a sharp soldier. Walking down the mountain road when he came, Zhao Zhi looked around from time to time with a gun, those Burmese who could silently lurk under their noses to shoot arrows put a lot of pressure on Zhao Zhi, he was afraid that poisonous arrows would suddenly fly out on both sides of the mountain road, although Zhao Zhi already had an antidote in his hands, but the feather arrows themselves would also kill people, not to mention that Zhao Zhi had few intact people under him, and he couldn't afford to be attacked again.

"Stop" Zhao Zhi, who was walking in the front, suddenly felt a little uneasy, and hurriedly waved his hand to signal the team behind him to stop advancing, and the team slowly squatted on the mountain road with Zhao Zhi's movements, and the wounded were put into the grass on the side of the road, and those who could still hold guns raised their rifles and looked ahead to raise their vigilance. Boom, a sudden noise in the darkness broke all the silence, Zhao Zhi was startled, the submachine gun in his hand couldn't help but clench a little tighter, and his eyes stared at the darkness in front of him.

The silent darkness was like a fierce beast that was about to devour everything with its mouth open, and Zhao Zhi instinctively maintained their disgust with the night jungle, because there were too many soldiers who were swallowed up in the jungle by the night in this way. Zhao Zhiyun, who was squatting on the ground, looked at the darkness in front of him with enough eyes, as if someone was groping his way in the grass in front of him, with such thoughts and thoughts, Zhao Zhi's heart hung high, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand also moved in the direction he estimated.

You can't stay here all the time, because you'll only become a target for the enemy, and you have to get out of here in time. Before he found the enemy's location, Zhao Zhi didn't dare to rush forward directly, so he had to retreat and find an opportunity to change the route after leaving this mountain road. Only in this way can we safely lead the brothers to the cave and leave the jungle alive. But something happened that Zhao Zhi never expected, just as everyone was retreating, a sniper accidentally stepped on a dead branch, and the sound of the branch breaking was no less shocking than the explosion of a grenade in the silent night.

Everyone was stunned, and the sniper, who had stepped on a broken branch, stood there with a red face and bewildered, not daring to look up at the others like a child who had done something wrong. The air was a lot thicker, filled with the aura of murder, everyone held their breath and raised their hearts to their throats, the bullets were loaded a long time ago, as long as the trigger was pulled, there would be watery bullets covering the grass in front of them, but no one fired. It's not that everyone is scared, but because shooting in such a night, not to mention exposing the target, there is also a possibility that their own people will be accidentally injured because of the chaos.

Retreat, or retreat, seeing that there was no movement in front, Zhao Zhi still chose to continue to retreat, there was a relatively large stone on the way here, which could provide good cover for everyone. There was a loud noise, and suddenly there was a rustling sound in the surrounding grass, which was the sound of something rushing through the grass. It's over, this is surrounded by people, Zhao Zhi was shocked, and shouted in a low voice Old Cannon, "Old cannon, flare, fast flare" Although Zhao Zhi still has a few submachine guns in his hand, but this kind of night completely limits the accuracy of shooting, if you can't find the exact location of the enemy, it can only be a waste of bullets.

There is no need to adjust the mortar ruler at all, the old cannon put down Yan Shijun in response, took off the mortar tied to his chest and held it directly in his hand, the old gun's backpack has a lamp that can be shot out with a mortar, this is a good thing that the rich man got from the US Army Engineer Corps when he was about to leave, and the old cannon that has been reluctant to discard has been carrying it on his back to fight, and now it comes in handy.

Tong, the flare rose into the air, illuminating this mountain forest very brightly, at the moment when the flare bloomed, Zhao Zhi was scared half to death, in the grass around the mountain road was a ghostly cat waist standing more than a dozen figures, looking at the bright Burmese knives in their hands, they knew that they must be Burmese. Before he had time to think about how these Burmese people tracked him down, and how they got close enough to dive to such a close distance from the mountain road, Zhao Zhi pulled Daguo, who was still looking up at the flares, and ran sideways into the grass.

"Fire, fire" pushed the daguo down in the grass, Zhao Zhi knelt down and screamed and shot first, the 30-round magazine instantly hit a dense fan, and the fiery red bullet rain rushed towards those ghosts like meteors, with Zhao Zhi's dense gunshots, the ghosts fell to the ground one after another, or were hit by bullets, or hid in the grass and lurked. "Grenades, grenades" The old cannon screamed and carried Yan Shijun and began to continue to retreat, and it can even be said that he was fleeing, and more than a dozen grenades were thrown from the grass, and the old cannon screamed because he saw these grenades.

Zhao Zhi, who was changing the magazine, quickly picked up the grenade that fell beside him and threw it back, but more grenades were thrown over, and Zhao Zhi, who had nothing to do, was just like everyone else, dragging Daguo in the grass and hugging his head. As the grenade explodes, everyone runs for what they can, and those who are slower are hit by flying shrapnel or engulfed in bursts of fire. Most of the Burmese mountain people have not worn shoes since childhood, and they have been walking barefoot in the mountains and forests for a long time, and their feet already have thick calluses that they can't even pierce with knives.

"Go, go, follow them, quickly" Zhao Zhi gritted his teeth and brutally pushed the retreating wounded forward, at this time this girl became a burden to Zhao Zhi, and Zhao Zhi, who wanted to counterattack and intercept the enemy, had to let her follow the wounded to retreat first. Zhao Zhi had to fight back, the enemy relied on the night and the grenades that kept throwing them to chase Zhao Zhi and fight, even if they were not killed by the enemy's grenades, they would be chased and killed in the mountains and forests.

Daguo grabbed the hem of Zhao Zhi's military uniform tightly, he didn't want to be separated from Zhao Zhi, those black crystal eyes stared at Zhao Zhi with tears, and his tightly pursed mouth looked very resolute. "Boom" Zhao Zhigang broke the hand that was holding his hem with Dangguo, and a grenade exploded on Zhao Zhi's side, and Zhao Zhi, who only had time to pounce on Dangguo diagonally, was directly pushed out by the air wave, and even Dare Guo was slightly carried by the air wave and rolled in the grass several times.

"Ah" Zhao Zhi, who was just thinking about turning over and getting up, only felt a sharp pain in his back, and it was warm and hot, as if a stream of heat flowed down his back into his military pants. Zhao Zhi's cry of pain made Daguo, who was lying on the ground with his head in his arms, raise his head, and when she saw the residual red on Zhao Zhi's back, she immediately pounced on it, and there was no word blood in the few Chinese words in Daguo, and the anxious Daguo had to wipe the wound on Zhao Zhi's back, and then handed her scarlet hand to Zhao Zhi.

"Damn, why is this hurting again?" Zhao Zhi punched the ground in annoyance, and hugged Zhao Zhi's arm in shock, the girl was afraid that Zhao Zhi would aggravate the wound on his back due to his violent movements. "Dodge" Zhao Zhi pushed away the dare fruit with all his might, gritted his teeth and half-knelt up, holding a submachine gun and shooting desperately in order to suppress the enemy army and buy time for others. The bullets rushed out of the chamber one by one, and Zhao Zhi's body was shaking with the non-stop shooting, and the blood on his back was flowing more and more, but Zhao Zhi, who was concentrating on shooting, ignored it as if he didn't care.

Dangguo pounced several times to stop Zhao Zhi from continuing to shoot, but Zhao Zhi hit him back with his shoulder, and after scolding Zhao Zhi in Burmese, Dangguo gritted his teeth and no longer stopped Zhao Zhi, but began to take out bullets and magazines from Zhao Zhi's backpack, and began to deliver magazines and pressure bullets for Zhao Zhi. Due to Zhao Zhi's timely counterattack to intercept the Japanese army, the old artillery finally had enough time to retreat, and the mortars that had been held by the old artillery were also erected.

"Old artillery, you *** hurry up and fire the cannon, the little white face can't hold it alone in front, hurry up" Uncle Guo, who was hit by a Japanese bullet on the hillside and had a half-pulled buttocks, lay in the grass and scolded the old cannon. The old gun, who was already worried about the angle of the mortar, was even more irritable, and he also wanted to shoot the shell earlier, but it was too close to the enemy, and the angle of the mortar was not easy to adjust. The flare was about to disappear, and the old cannon was sweating in a hurry, and he had to shoot the last four shells out before the flare went out, otherwise once the flare was extinguished, the old cannon would lose the trace of the enemy.

The old cannon was anxious, so he simply held the barrel of the mortar in his arms, and shot the last 4 shells out in a fan, no matter what the effect of the bombardment was, he rushed out with his head covered with a submachine gun, and he wanted to bring Zhao Zhi back. More than half of the people who came out this time had already suffered casualties, and they could no longer lose their commanders, or they would have returned to Xinpingyang and would have no shame to meet the other brothers.

Zhao Zhi was already struggling to support, the ammunition in his backpack had been emptied, the submachine gun bullet was only the last magazine left, and the grenades were all thrown out by Daguo while Zhao Zhi was not paying attention, although the accuracy was a little worse, but it also caused a lot of casualties to the enemy, at least they didn't dare to attack so blatantly. In fact, Zhao Zhi's shooting accuracy is not good, he is purely relying on submachine gun strafing to suppress the enemy's attack, if it weren't for the sufficient bullets in Zhao Zhi's backpack, I'm afraid he and Daguo would have become dead corpses again.

The old cannon finally appeared in time, appearing beside Zhao Zhi before Zhao Zhi's last magazine was empty, and before he could raise his gun to aim at the enemy, he was slipped by the bullet casings scattered all over the ground under his feet. "How many bullets did you shoot with a little white face?" The old cannon muttered to himself, and threw two magazines to Dangguo. With the addition of the old submachine gun, Zhao Zhidun felt a lot more relaxed, and with a little pressure, Zhao Zhicai felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and it was estimated that his shoulder had been injured by the recoil of the submachine gun. ~