The trench was crowded with people, and everyone was excitedly collecting loot, not letting go of even the bullets that fell into the soil. Three people were lightly wounded and killed 27 Japanese soldiers, this record really made everyone very excited, according to Zhao Zhi's original plan, the battle would last for a long time, and the casualties should be about 10 people. And now this kind of result is indeed what Zhao Zhi wants, which fully proves that a qualified commander should adjust the plan according to the actual situation and adapt to the situation to achieve the reduction of casualties, rather than rigidly acting according to the problematic plan.

First of all, in order to take care of the riflemen's shooting, Zhao Zhi decided to attack at dawn, so that although it was convenient for the riflemen to shoot, it was also convenient for the Japanese army. Secondly, if the Japanese army changed the sentries before dawn, Zhao Zhi and the three of them would definitely be discovered by the sentries if they carried out the first round of attacks from the hillside. Three people were unable to fight against nearly 30 Japanese troops, and Zhao Zhi's fire support was still a few hundred meters away. Whether it is Uncle Guo 100 meters away or the old cannon 200 meters away, they are all within the range of those two 92 heavy machine guns, and their crossfire will suppress Uncle Guo until they are completely torn apart. The most important thing is that Zhao Zhi and the others captured the position, only to find that there were more than a dozen British-made submachine guns among these Japanese troops. This is the most terrible thing, once Zhao Zhi and the others use grenadiers to knock out the Japanese machine guns and storm the trenches, the Japanese army's dozen submachine guns will send Zhao Zhi and them to hell, very thoroughly.

The happiest were the rich man and the profiteer, and these two fellows were crazy with joy. The anti-artillery hole where Noda lived was full of half a room full of cans and ammunition, and the results of the final inventory showed that these cans were enough for them to eat for half a month, and they were allowed to eat a lot. In terms of ammunition, there are more than enough, heavy machine guns have 4 base bullets, and submachine guns also have 2 base bullets. The female soldiers also had a new job, using herbs and leaves provided by Lang Zhong to dye the surplus Japanese army's earthy yellow uniforms into grass green, so that the doglegs could replace their tattered uniforms. And it seems that in the jungles of Myanmar, grass green is a good protective color.

Lang Zhong bandaged the wounds of the three unlucky doglegs, but in fact, they were just some external injuries, but when the doglegs saw Zhao Zhi coming over, they immediately cried and howled wolves one by one. Zhao Zhi threw over a pack of cigarettes angrily, and the doglegs returned to normal with a grin, the angry Langzhong tied the bandages vigorously, and the corners of the dogs' mouths twitched.

The powerful machete carried Noda's command knife, and the scabbard was found all over the world. There were already several Japanese adjutant command knives in the team, but Noda's one was the best, according to Noda, it was handed down by his ancestors, and it was a real katana. Zhao Zhi's wrist strength was not enough, so every time he captured the command knife, he used it first by the combat soldiers. After all, the steel mouth of the Japanese command knife is good, and it is longer than the machete issued by the expeditionary force, which is very advantageous when chopping.

The shy Yuan Qingqing had already taken the female soldiers and a few doglegs to collect wild vegetables and mushrooms in the woods in the early morning. After the war, the rich man wanted to make a good meal to comfort everyone, the hot and humid jungle climate, so that the bacon that everyone carried had begun to become sticky, and the rich man wanted to take advantage of the fact that the bacon was spoiled and simply stewed in a pot.

The scouts have all been replaced by submachine guns, which are much more powerful than rifles in the jungle, mainly because of the rate of fire. In particular, scouts often engage in close combat with enemies, and the short, fast-firing submachine gun is the weapon of choice. Changmao, who took advantage of the cheap, also carried a submachine gun proudly, and there were only 10 mines left in him, and as a sapper, he temporarily lost his usefulness, so he had to follow Zhao Zhi to wander around.

Uncle Guo had replaced the scouts with riflemen, and scattered on the hill in groups of three or five, doing a watchful look. According to Noda, the Japanese Suwon Brigade, which surrounded and suppressed the British army, was only 20 kilometers away, so it had to be on guard. Everyone had just won a small battle, and Uncle Guo didn't want to be attacked by the Japanese army, so he took all 20 riflemen out to set up defenses.

Xiucai, who came to Zhao Zhi, still smelled of blood, and it seems that he had already talked to Noda. "Sir, that Noda has been recruited, they are a small team, and the half of them have gone to search for the British army. The British were in a valley 20 kilometers away, and Noda's squad was preparing to intercept the British here. However, it seems that the situation of the British army is not very good, only less than 200 people have been evacuated here, and the headquarters originally said that there were nearly 500 British troops. ”

"Noda said no, how many people are they besieging the valley?"

"It's the Suwon Infantry Brigade of the 18th Division"

"The capital of the Japanese army is large enough, more than 1,000 people to pack more than 200 British troops, it seems that they want to win."

"According to Noda, this time the Japanese firepower was very heavy, with light and heavy machine guns, 92 rifles and mortars, but the number is not clear."

"Let Zhao Yan try to use the radio to see if he can contact the headquarters, and he said that on the way to find the British army, he encountered a fierce battle with a large group of Japanese troops, and we suffered heavy casualties."

"What about the British army? If the headquarters asked us about our specific location, how would it answer? ”

"Silly you, let's just say we're lost, and we're not sure where we are. British troops, let them fight the Japanese for a while, let's rest first"

"Oh, it's so fragrant" Zhao Zhi sighed, his eyes squinted and looked very happy. The machete, who had a good knife, was delighted, and went into the jungle with a few scouts and shot two hares back. The chef Wang Dabao's craftsmanship is good, the hare is roasted and browned, and the oil is dripping hot. The rich man's breakfast was very rich, stewed bacon with wild vegetables and mushrooms, and canned meat was easy to eat, but everyone was still staring at the two roast rabbits in Zhao Zhi's hands.

Zhao Zhi took an exaggerated bite of rabbit meat, chewed vigorously, and his oil-stained lips were shiny. The guys sitting around the pot with the lunch box shifted their gaze to Zhao Zhi's mouth that was chewing exaggeratedly, and involuntarily swallowed in unison.

"Pig" sour long hair looked at Zhao Zhi and took another bite of rabbit meat, showing his position very sourly, "This kid is a pig,"

The old cannon looked at Zhao Zhi very carefully, "I haven't seen this thing, is he our own person?" ”

Xiucai gulped a big sip of soup, and also said sourly, "It seems that we picked it up"

"Hunan Yankee Long Hair, roll over to Lao Tzu, immediately" Zhao Zhi, who swallowed rabbit meat, suddenly shouted Long Hair. Grabbing a ball of grass on the ground, Zhao Zhi looked at Changmao with a smile, "open his mouth" and was called over Changmao I don't know where it was, looking at Zhao Zhi stupidly, I don't know what this guy wants to do.

"Open your mouth, hurry up" Zhao Zhi shook the ball of grass in his hand, looking at the long hair impatiently, and his eyes were already squinted. "It's broken, it's broken" The doglegs muttered in their hearts, once Zhao Zhi narrowed his eyes, there were only two possibilities. Either rejoicing, or furious, in the current situation, it is probably the latter.

Longhair looked at Zhao Zhi with a grin, trying in vain to find something in Zhao Zhi's expression, proving that Zhao Zhi was just joking. But the more he looked at it, the cooler his heart became, Zhao Zhi's face was calm, and he couldn't see anything at all. "Open your mouth, one last time" Zhao Zhi's tone had already become cold, the grass ball was thrown down, and Zhao Zhi's right hand had already touched his waist, where was his pistol.

Longhair's legs were weak, and he turned his head to look at the doglegs, hoping that someone would intercede for him. But he was very disappointed, and the guys he saw were all shrinking their necks, bowing their heads and drinking the soup desperately. The exaggerated old cannon still clicked his lips from time to time, as if he was drinking some kind of nourishing soup. This group of bastards, Long Hair scolded these guys in his heart who couldn't save them. He simply closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide, waiting for Zhao Zhi to stuff the grass into his mouth.

A mass of something that was still warm was stuffed into his mouth, and the smell of oil ran straight down the taste buds on his tongue and went straight to his head. What is it? The long hair with his eyes closed subconsciously chewed a few times, and a smell of meat rushed straight to his head, and the pores on his body were scattered. Long Mao opened his eyes suddenly, and what Zhao Zhi stuffed into his mouth was rabbit meat. "Is it delicious?" Zhao Zhi asked Changmao with a smile, but Changmao just nodded subconsciously, but did not speak. The doglegs laughed, and the long hair made everyone see his embarrassment again. "One piece per person, not a lot to eat, no need to leave it for Lao Tzu" Zhao Zhishun threw the two roast rabbits to the dogs, leaned against the trench and closed his eyes and smoked.

A sound of footsteps stopped beside Zhao Zhi, "Lao Tzu, this piece of meat, give you half of it" The old cannon held a small piece of poor rabbit meat in his hand, and took an exaggerated bite, but it was definitely half, and the remaining half was brutally stuffed into Zhao Zhi's mouth by the old cannon. Is it tasty? The old cannon looked at Zhao Zhi with a smile, and also leaned on his back in the trench, lying beside Zhao Zhi.

"Mine is also half of you" Yuan Qingqing blushed, and stuffed the rabbit meat he had bitten into Zhao Zhi's mouth, and what was stuffed to Zhao Zhi was definitely more than half of the rabbit meat. "The old man can't eat so much, and I'll give you half" Uncle Guo, who has always been cunning, also stuffed half of the rabbit meat into Zhao Zhi's mouth. The doglegs came up in line, and they all gave Zhao Zhi half of the roast rabbit meat they had just gotten, and Zhao Zhi's mouth, hand, and lunch box were piled up.

"You shit, do you want to hold me up? Give Lao Tzu soup" Zhao Zhi poured the lunch box and the rabbit meat in his hand into the cauldron. "Cook, you dog, good two rabbits, look at what you roasted, it's really unpalatable, Lao Tzu doesn't eat it, I'm angry" Zhao Zhi was very coquettish with his hands behind his back, kicking and stomping away. The doglegs behind him were lying quietly in the trench, looking at Zhao Zhi's back, Yuan Qingqing secretly wiped his tears, but he couldn't wipe them clean.

The mountain wind blew gently, Zhao Zhi climbed the hillside with tears on his face, he didn't dare to look back or wipe the tears on his face, for fear that the dogs would laugh at him if they saw it. He only straightened his back, tried to make himself look natural, and walked up the hill step by step, out of the sight of the dog-legged people in the trench. All this time, everyone followed him on long marches and battles in the jungle, and never complained. But this path was chosen by Zhao Zhi, and he didn't know whether it was right or wrong. If they had chosen to go to India, perhaps the brothers would have been safe, and more than 60 people would not have eaten two rabbits. In fact, Zhao Zhi refused to go to India with Zhao Yuanzhi at that time, mainly because he was afraid that someone in the team would leak out the cause of Zhao Wanqing's death. Zhao Zhi is just a little captain, he can't fight Zhao Yuanzhi, he is afraid of death.

These doglegs are Zhao Zhi's life savers, and Zhao Zhi has used all kinds of means along the way, threatening, luring, coercing, deceiving, sensational, tragic, despicable, and amused, all for the sake of these guys to stay alive and keep themselves back to China. In order to achieve this goal, Zhao Zhi forced himself to practice marksmanship, forced himself to be bloodthirsty, forced himself to learn the cruelty of war from the veterans, and forced himself to mix with the defeated soldiers. But just now, half a piece of rabbit meat per person made Zhao Zhi lose himself, and just now, Zhao Zhi's heart, which he thought he had become indifferent to death, was suddenly stabbed by something, which made him very painful. Uncle Guo's rabbit meat was still in Zhao Zhi's mouth, and when this old thing stuffed the meat, he secretly pinched Zhao Zhi, maybe Uncle Guo already knew Zhao Zhi's plan.

"Ah" Zhao Zhi, who spit out the rabbit meat, stood on the hillside and looked up to the sky and roared, but he couldn't keep up with the middle of the call, Zhao Zhi gasped rapidly, and finally showed an embarrassment of scratching his head. The doglegs who had been lying in the trench and had been watching Zhao Zhi broke out into a wave of sound, they hadn't laughed so wildly for a long time, and everyone laughed so hard that they fell.