The procession marched in double columns through the forest, and the vast majority of the people in the procession were still in a murderous spirit, for they were still immersed in great joy. This time, everyone was dressed in clean clothes and carrying a large amount of seized supplies, each with two backpacks in front and back, which were full of ammunition and food.

Everyone wanted to go home and go crazy, but everyone knew that if they retreated, there were no supplies and ammunition, and everyone would have to die here. So when evacuating from the supply point, everyone was desperately loading things, and they couldn't wait to empty the entire supply point.

This handful of little people and stragglers who will never be recorded are searching for their way home in the jungles of Myanmar. The old cannon in the queue muttered as he walked, his face was ugly, and his face, which was already full of flesh, was more like the evil in the temple. When Zhao Zhi and the others evacuated the supply point, Zhao Zhi ordered the old artillery to carry only a few grenadiers and blew up the two mortars on the grounds that the mortars had little effect in the jungle. For Zhao Zhi, who ruined his dream of becoming a real artillery captain, the old artillery has been scolding since he set off, and he has been scolding all day.

"This deflated calf thing, it's too much of a thing," the old cannon spat fiercely at Zhao Zhi's back.

"He's really not a thing, it's not a thing," the treacherous uncle catered to him.

"It's a grin, it's a grin, he's a dog's head, not a thing," echoed with a long hair that was messy.

The queue stopped at a small hill when it was dark, and Zhao Zhi decided to camp here at night, sleeping on a tree for several days in a row, and had already fallen and injured several brothers. The tents brought with the team were erected, the scouts were released, Zhao Zhi needed to know the surrounding situation, he didn't want to be attacked by the Japanese army at night. In order to prevent the bonfire from being discovered, the rich man took people to simply light a fire in a tent, although the smoke was very choking, but fortunately there were many gas masks. So the guys who cooked in the tent were wearing gas masks, like a bunch of Japanese soldiers who had captured their positions.

Zhao Zhi held a cigarette and patrolled among the lightly injured dogs, the two seriously injured were already dead, and he didn't want any more brothers to die here because of a little injury. Lang Zhong carefully changed the medicine for the injured guys, but fortunately, now that there is enough gauze and medicine, Lang Zhong will not quarrel with Zhao Zhi for the time being because there is no medicine. The long-haired fox followed Zhao Zhi with a fake tiger, and he claimed to be Zhao Zhi's most loyal dog. The wounded are in good condition and are recovering.

Seeing the gloomy-faced goat coming back with a few scouts from afar, Zhao Zhi greeted him, and he was eager to know the news that the scouts had brought back.

"There's something strange in front of you," the goat whispered to Zhao Zhi to report the situation.

Climbing over the hill where the campsite was located, and walking out more than 2 miles to the south, there was a chaotic place between the woodlands in front. The trees were almost all crooked, with bullet holes and shrapnel from grenades, and broken branches and leaves all over the ground. The open space was full of bullet casings, a large number of bullet casings of different calibers, and the smell of gunpowder seemed to be in the air. The goat picked up a leaf on the ground, handed it to Zhao Zhi, and explained, "This leaf was knocked down from the tree by a bullet, and it has been three days since the leaf shriveled."

The leaves that landed on the ground for three days, and the bullet casings on the ground, are all proof that there was a battle here three days ago, and it was a fierce battle. The group continued to walk forward, and Long Hair touched the bullet hole in a big tree in front of him, "Good boy, this tree is about to be broken, right?" Uncle Guo took out a dagger and dug out a bullet from the bullet hole, "Czech light machine gun, look at the distribution of bullet holes, so that the machine gun is a novice, and the bullets are all floating." ”

Xiucai grabbed the bullet casings on the ground and looked at them carefully, "The bullet casings are very messy, some are made in China, some are American, British, and Japanese."

The old cannon scratched his head and looked around, "I didn't see the shelling point, it seems that there was no artillery, and the grenades were useless" Bypassing a few bushes, everyone continued to move forward along a few broken trees. The further you go, the thicker the leaves and weeds under your feet, and when you step on it, it is soft and comfortable. Discarded broken equipment and broken guns began to appear in the bushes one after another, Xiucai picked up a broken kettle and handed it to Zhao Zhi, "It's a devil's kettle"

"Grandma's, why don't you have a corpse? Supposedly, with such dense firepower, how can people die? But looking at it like this, it doesn't look like a dead person, and not a single corpse has an "impatient old cannon, kicking an English steel helmet at his feet."

Zhao Zhi thought for a moment, "Maybe it's a war of annihilation, an ambush war like we did a few days ago." Someone cleaned the battlefield, took away the corpses or hid them. Wasn't there blood stains on the ground in the woods just now, let's take a look at it again."

Now all that can be concluded is that the last few decided to go a little further and take a look. With the discarded objects that appeared from time to time, everyone walked forward for about half a mile. Several large trees appeared in front, several very old trees, and countless waterfall-like rattans hung down from the canopy dozens of meters high. In the grass under the trees, they saw several broken corpses, and a few bones with scraps of flesh wrapped in the tattered Expeditionary Force uniform, most of which had been gnawed by wild beasts. Looking at the blackened flesh and bones, an irrepressible nausea surged up, and several people hugged the small tree and vomited desperately. They are all veterans who have experienced life and death, and they shouldn't be so unbearable, but the numbness of death in their hearts was finally defeated by the cruel scene in front of them. Everyone is not afraid of death, but everyone does not want to be like this.

For a while, everyone lost interest in talking, and even Uncle Guo and Long Mao, who had always quarreled, closed their mouths together. They covered the bones with some leaves, saluted silently, and left. He had just taken a few steps, but the long-haired man who was walking on the flanks reached out and made a waiting gesture, looking down at his feet.

"What are you doing with your turtle son?" Old Sichuan wanted to step forward and slap the long hair.

"Don't come here" Changmao stopped Lao Sichuan who was about to come, and slowly paused, checking the leaves under his feet, "These leaves are not right"

Zhao Zhi saw the solemn expression on Changmao's face, and waved his hand to signal everyone to disperse, and be on guard. Longhair cleared some of the leaves around his feet, and a strong stench came out. The complexion on everyone's faces changed, and the guys who had fought a life-and-death battle were familiar with this smell, which must be the smell of something rotting, especially the smell of a corpse rotting.

A few people carefully cleaned the leaves in the area with branches, and soon, more than a dozen corpses appeared in everyone's flashlight beam. The hot and humid climate in the dense forest had caused the corpses to begin to decompose, but the tattered uniforms of the expeditionary force on the corpses were obvious. The goat endured the pungent stench, squatted down expressionlessly, and examined the corpse, "The devil's 38 bullets have been dead for three days, look at their chests, they are all from the 42nd Division of the Fifth Army"

Lang Zhong angrily kicked everyone one by one, and kept scolding, "You dogs, you want to die." Bring your gas masks and don't touch these corpses. It's all rotten like this, you still dare to touch it with your hands, goat, you roll up for Lao Tzu"

Only then did everyone realize that it was not good, and they hurriedly put gas masks on their faces. But everyone was still very uncomfortable when they saw so many comrades in the wilderness. Long Hair gestured to Lang Zhong, whether he could bury these corpses. Lang Zhong shook his head vigorously, refusing to agree, Lang Zhong, who was in a hurry, took off his gas mask and shouted at the top of his voice, "Damn, it's too humid in the forest, and it's so stuffy, the corpse is rotten like this, there will be a plague."

Everyone fell silent again, and Zhao Zhi had no choice but to take everyone back to pile up the leaves again, temporarily covering up these corpses, and also used a long knife to cut some bushes and branches and pile them on them, so as to prevent them from being eaten by wild beasts like the corpses under the trees. Everyone circled around the big bag a few times, and then returned as usual. On the way back, everyone had no interest in talking, and they all walked silently.

Since entering the jungle, everyone has not had a good rest, and they have fled and fought, almost draining everyone's physical strength. After drinking the rich man's porridge with wild vegetables, the speechless fellows began to doze off drowsily. When the careful rich man was cooking porridge, he smoked each tent with a lot of charcoal and some anti-mosquito herbs. The dry tent was warm and smelled of herbs, and everyone fell asleep wrapped in military blankets.

I don't know what the reason is, Zhao Zhi had a terrible headache, and his body was cold. The long-distance journey for days made this former young master a little unbearable. Zhao Zhi is a native of northern Jiangsu, his ancestors once served as the prefect of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and by his father's generation, the Zhao family was already a famous gentry in several surrounding counties. After the Japanese army conquered Nanjing in 37, they marched forward, Zhao Zhi's home was gone, and his family died in the hands of the Japanese army, and only Zhao Zhi escaped. When he was young and vigorous, he joined the national army, hoping to avenge his family, but who would have thought that after losing one after another, Zhao Zhi followed all the way to retreat. In the end, he died of revenge, and he just lived one day at a time. Later, in Kunming, he inadvertently rescued the wife of a regiment commander and recognized his godbrother. Zhao Zhi, who had studied and could read and write, was sent to the officer training class of the Fifth Army, and three months later became a captain quartermaster. This time he went to Burma to fight, Zhao Zhi originally just went to the rear to do some material deployment work. But he didn't expect that the Japanese army was menacing, and the expeditionary force withdrew too chaotically. As a result, the rear was also turned into a battlefield by the pervasive Japanese army, and Zhao Zhi followed a group of people from the Fifth Army Headquarters to join the ranks of the rout, and finally mixed up with the guys of the new 22nd Division.

Putting on his clothes and leaving the tent, Zhao Zhi took the sentry's rifle and motioned for the sentry to go to sleep. Looking at the vast starry sky overhead, Zhao Zhi was very confused. He didn't know where to go, he was scared, afraid that he would lead these brothers to a dead end. This mountain is too big, Zhao Zhi asked himself about his ability, there is really no way to take everyone through this jungle. In the officer training class, I only taught some daily drills, and I didn't shoot targets a few times. Instead, he invited a few veterans to talk about some things on the battlefield, but Zhao Zhi didn't pay attention to it at all. He was very hesitant now, and the dozen or so corpses under the leaves touched him very much, and he was afraid that he would become like that in the end. Zhao Zhi slowly squatted down, covering his mouth and sobbing, and the young man who was only 25 years old cried very sadly in the night.

A few heads poked out of the tent quietly retracted, and the long hair that was giggling on weekdays rubbed his nose sadly, "This kid is messing with Moss, making my heart empty" The older uncle lit a cigarette and took a hard puff, "That baby, my heart is bitter, I know"

The machete urn, who has always been silent, said in a loud voice, "His mind is very heavy"

", that thing is thinking about him, yes," the lying old cannon cut his own words. His statement was finally unanimously approved by everyone, and it seems that everyone will feel better in this way.

"He is under too much pressure, he wants to take everyone to live, but he doesn't know what to do" is still right when Xiucai said it, he has gone to college and knows Zhao Zhi's mind very well. "You force him too hard, you have to make up his mind for everything, sooner or later he will be forced to die, don't believe you guys watch" Xiucai turned over and fell asleep deeply.

"Sleep, fucking sleep, long hair, you and Lao Tzu are on duty in the middle of the night" Uncle Guo threw away the cigarette butt and yelled at the others.