The steamed bun threw Edward a round thing wrapped in leaves, and Edward, who was unaware, opened it and saw that it was a mountain rat meat that had been chopped into small pieces, and it was still raw. Edward, who had long been dizzy from hunger, had no choice but to swallow the pieces of rat meat into his stomach with nausea and nausea. When I was attacked by mosquitoes yesterday, a dizzy GI mistakenly set the supply tent on fire when it was lighting a fire and causing smoke, and all the food in the squad was reduced to ashes. The jungle near the plains obviously has few animals, and they have already returned from the steamed buns in two days, and the soldiers of the squad only live on wild vegetables and wild fruits.

There was another roar in the sky, and the soldiers didn't wait for the steamed buns to shout, and they had already fallen on the ground obediently, and their bare skin was wrapped in clothes. Edward also clutched his lighter early, ready to light a fire when he saw a mosquito, and there was a large thatch at his feet.

"Airplanes, planes, ours" The two American GIs happily pointed to the sky and danced with their hands, the huge roar came from several planes in the air, and the logo of the Flying Tigers was on the wings. "The command has come to our rescue" Edward led his soldiers out of the jungle and into the plains. Zhao Zhi: The improvised runway they had last time was still there, but it was a little farther away from Edward and them. The rainy season in Myanmar has not completely destroyed the runway, but only one plane can land at a time, and only when one is up can the next one land.

The Allied Command was very generous this time, sending 5 transport planes to transport Zhao Zhi's advance battalion of only 200 people, and also sent 6 fighters to escort the convoy. Originally, they wanted to be airborne, but Zhao Zhi and the others didn't have time to train for parachuting, so they had to take the risk of using the plain simple runway that Zhao Zhi and they used in their last retreat. Catherine's Beauty was still the first to land, and as soon as the cabin door opened, the old cannon drove dozens of strong laborers with big shoulders and round waists off the plane. Before Catherine's planes had finished unloading their supplies, the strong laborers each had a sapper shovel and repaired the runway.

The makeshift runway on the plains could only be used a few times, and Zhao Zhi just wanted to provide more safety for the planes that landed. In two hours, all 5 transport planes unloaded people and supplies, and only the last one had problems. The improvised runway that was repeatedly landed by transport planes finally collapsed, and the last transport plane could not be lifted, and Zhao Zhi and the others needed to rebuild a runway. Zhao Zhi, who had no choice but to send scouts, prepared to set up camp, and sent the last transport plane to the sky as soon as possible.

"Old artillery, old artillery" Zhao Zhiman shouted the old cannon all over the world, the strong laborers belong to the old artillery, and the soldiers believe that whoever has the big fist will listen to whom, obviously the old cannon's fist is big enough. The old cannon was very busy, he was in the cockpit of the transport plane, chatting with Zhao Yan on Catherine's plane through the communication channel.

The busy work of 200 people finally allowed the last transport plane to rise safely before dark. Before Zhao Zhi could catch his breath, the scouts' bamboo whistles were blown. "Hidden, hidden" is a danger alert, and the dog-legged soldiers shouted that they were still stupid and stunned to hide. Zhao Zhi took the dog and quickly ran up the hill in front, where the field of vision was relatively wide, and then the sunset and binoculars could be seen more clearly.

What appeared in Zhao Zhi's telescope was a group of guys covered in mud and water, far worse than the former defeated soldiers, after all, the defeated soldiers were not like these guys, throwing things on their bodies as they walked. If this is seen by the uncle and the rich man, he will definitely say that he is a loser. The dog on the hill waved a towel in his hand to the runway, indicating that the alarm was lifted and there was no danger, and the soldiers of the advance battalion scolded and picked up the lunch box they had just thrown away from the ground, skimmed off the dust and continued to eat.

The group of guys who are worse than the rout is Edward, and the GIs who run without physical strength throw away all the equipment all the way, and everything can be thrown away except for themselves. "Damn,, the planes are gone," an American soldier sat on the ground in frustration, pointing to the departing plane in the sky and scolding. Everyone was equally frustrated, including Edward, the operation had failed, and the plane must have not seen them.

"Shoot, shoot at the sky" There were no trees and shrubs on the plain to ignite, and Edward had no choice but to order the soldiers to shoot in the air in a vain attempt to get the attention of the planes. Edward, they clanked below for a while, and the planes in the sky were still gone, but Zhao Zhi, who was lying on the hill, laughed and had a stomachache. If Zhao Zhi had changed, he would have ordered the soldiers to take off their uniforms and light them to guide the plane, and the fireworks before dusk would be better than the gunfire.

Hearing the gunshots, the old cannon and the uncle also got on the hill bag, lying beside Zhao Zhi and looking, "What's the matter, this guy is so stupid, what a fool, what a waste of bullets" The old cannon looked at the guys who were putting the guns from the binoculars, and he was very happy, thinking that Edward, who loves cleanliness, also has such a day. The doglegs had already recognized Edward and them from the binoculars, but no one mentioned the signal, just laughed and hung on the hill to watch the play and took turns to look at the embarrassed Edward and them.

"Damn" Exhausted Edward threw his rifle to the ground, panting for air. Mantou, who had been lying on the ground resting for a long time, glanced at Lao Sichuan, pointed to a small hill about 400 meters away from them on the east side, and asked Edward to take a closer look.

"Oh God, God," Edward happily saw a familiar figure in the telescope--- Zhao Zhi. But immediately Edward's face showed an angry expression, because Zhao Zhi was holding a piece of bacon on the hill to Edward's side, and he was eating it in a big gulp, not to mention being greedy. "Goats, hahaha, it's really you guys coming" Mantou hugged the goats who came to meet them with a happy face. After Zhao Zhi confirmed that it was Edward and them, he sent a goat with a few scouts to meet them.

"Look, my friend, I didn't expect the command to send you to save us? It's wonderful" Edward, wrapped in a blanket, snuggled up to the campfire, munching on canned food, looking like a starving ghost, and Zhao Zhi smiled when he saw it. "You two have to walk through the jungle with us, why are you hungry like this, you won't look for food" Lang Zhong added another spoonful of stewed meat to the steamed buns and old Sichuan lunch boxes that were also hungry to death, and this time there was a lot of bacon in the supplies. Now that the person has been received, Zhao Zhi is ready to withdraw to Lambgar tomorrow, so the food is allowed to be eaten casually.

"The headquarters won't let us withdraw" Edward, who contacted the headquarters, handed Zhao Zhi a telegram with a solemn face, to the effect that the joint team was ordered to merge into the advance battalion, Edward was the liaison officer of the US army, Wallace was the liaison officer of the British army, and the major Jin Dapeng sent by the New First Army was the liaison officer of the national army, and the advance battalion was commanded by Zhao Zhi. The order also required Zhao Zhi to mark a road with the advance battalion in the jungle from Mong Gong in Burma to Ledo, India, and then the Sino-American joint engineers who entered the jungle would open up a road from India to Burma according to the signs left by Zhao Zhi.

"Didn't you say that your mission was over? Why do we need to go into the jungle? "Zhao Zhi is very glad that he didn't come with the female soldiers now.

"Damn, these foreign devils just don't talk about trust" Uncle Guo didn't care that Edward and Wallace were still there, scolded with a mouthful of scolding, and finally spat at the foreign soldiers under the mountain.

Zhao Zhi hugged his uncle comfortingly, "Forget it, we are soldiers, and we are the ones who eat this bowl of rice." Anyway, we have returned the equipment and supplies, and we haven't been sent to death in vain" Zhao Zhi is not very afraid of entering the jungle to go to Lieduo, with everyone's current body, it will only take about 10 days, just to mark along the way, Zhao Zhi has no bottom in his heart. And if they go to Meng Gong's side, the Japanese army will not let Zhao Zhi go and them, and they will definitely chase after them like mad dogs.