After walking for a morning, just after noon, the machete led the supplementary battalion to a clearing, which was the camp that Zhao Zhi had set up when they were transporting equipment before, and now it came in handy. Metropolis. The machete decided to rest here for the night, the camp was less than 40 miles from the edge of the jungle, and tomorrow he could get out of the jungle with half a day's work as long as he traveled lightly. The machete was so arranged, but Yang Shuang disagreed, he hated to get out of the jungle immediately, and he felt uncomfortable staying for a while. The dark and humid jungle was unbearable, and after walking in the jungle for 6 or 7 days, the machete did not allow everyone to let go of the collar and cuffs, and everyone in the supplementary camp exuded a smell of sweat, which made Yang Shuang, a child of the family, unbearable.

"I said, let's go, it's better to go out early" Yang Shuang wrapped the machete, kept preaching, his little bit of caution, how could the machete not be seen, so he simply took someone to chop dry wood and ignored him. The steamed bun glared at Yang Shuang with disdain as usual, and called out to a few people to take it to an old tree root. Picking up the fallen leaves under the roots of the old tree, Mantou commanded everyone to pull out more than a dozen large oilcloth bags, which were tents, and Zhao Zhi and the tents they hid here. Although there are only about 20 tops, fortunately, everyone squeezes it, and it is still enough.

Most of the people in the supplementary camp were setting up tents or picking up some firewood and dried branches according to Mantou's instructions, while Yang Shuang led a group of people to nest on a dry ground and brag and chat. Although the steamed bun is a second lieutenant, he is only 20 years old, and a child of a family like Yang Shuang looks down on the steamed bun that seems to be wooden. By the time the machetes returned with the men and firewood, the tents in the camp had been set up, and several bonfires had been lit, adding a little warmth and vitality to the gloomy jungle.

Seeing that the machete was back, Yang Shuang, who was chatting, did not get up, but just looked at the machete provocatively, his eyes were full of disrespect and disdain, as if the machete was going to do some work as a small soldier as an officer, which made him feel very embarrassed as an officer. The machete only frowned slightly at Yang Shuang's behavior, and ignored him, which made Yang Shuang depressed again. Dinner was very simple, one can per person, and few people dared to drink the snake soup cooked with a machete and a steel helmet, but it was cheaper to eat steamed buns and a few veterans from the south.

After eating, the machete led the people to light a few more bonfires, and asked everyone to wipe their bodies with the ashes of the plants and trees burned in the bonfire. This is the local method that Lang Zhong came up with, there are not many opportunities to find water sources in the jungle, and if you don't take a bath for a long time, the smell of sweat on your body is easy to attract poisonous insects. Moreover, in the humid and hot jungle, if the dry skin cannot be guaranteed, it is easy to cause skin ulceration or itching. Rubbing the body with plant ash can avoid these problems, and it can also cleanse the body, which has always been the case for doglegs in the jungle, and it is indeed effective.

Each person has half a steel helmet and grass and wood ash, or wipes it by himself, or helps each other, and for a time the camp is full of naked bodies, and the frolicking room is very lively. Yang Shuang refused the help of the orderlies and poured the ashes of the grass and trees in the steel helmet on the ground, he would never make himself dusty. Taking out his white towel and dipping it in the water in the kettle, Yang Shuang hid in the tent little by little and wiped his body.

"You can't do this, you run out of water, what will you drink tomorrow?" The machete couldn't stand it anymore, and finally spoke. Although the tone is still cold and without a trace of emotion, the meaning is right. There is still a day to go tomorrow, if Yang Shuang is dehydrated because he has no water to drink, who can take care of him.

"My own water, how I want to use it is my own business" Yang Shuang rolled his eyes, complaining in his heart about the machete.

Mantou pulled the machete into his tent, "What do you care about him?" looks like a young master's lamb, and I don't know why I'll die when the time comes. It's far worse than when the scholar first came, you look at his bear-like appearance, wait tomorrow to see how the chief will clean him up" The steamed bun was persuaded well, and the machete was so coaxed that he lost his breath, and finally stopped paying attention to Yang Shuang.

There was no speech all night, everyone seemed to have a good rest, and they all got up early the next day. After eating in order and cleaning up the camp, machetes and steamed buns continued on the road with the supplementary camp, and the dismantled tents were re-tied into large oilcloth and buried under the fallen leaves, maybe when they could be used again. Each person only carried a can and a long knife, and marched a lot, and when the soldiers saw the machete so arranged, they naturally knew that they were going to go out of the jungle, and they seemed to have a lot of strength on their bodies, and naturally there were a lot of feet under them. Originally, the machete planned to get out of the jungle in the afternoon, but just after noon, the hilly terrain at the edge of the jungle could already be seen, which made the guys in the supplementary camp rarely excited.

Seeing the hills, Yang Shuang shouted and ran up with more than a dozen soldiers who had been following him. Yesterday Yang Shuang used up all his water in order to wipe the bath, and today he drank other people's water all the way, and now he sees that he is about to leave the jungle, how can he not be excited. "Squat down and hide, hide" The machete kicked Yang Shuang, who was running in the front, and chewed on, gesturing for everyone to squat in the grass and hide. The steamed bun, which has always given people a wooden feeling, seems to have changed at this time, his body is just twisted, the submachine gun on his shoulder is still in his hand, and the whole person is like a snake, under the cover of grass and shrubs, he quietly touched out of the jungle and marched to the open ground in front.

Yang Shuang, who fell to the ground, was about to open his mouth to scold, but he was glared at fiercely by the machete, and the thick killing intent in his eyes frightened Yang Shuang and choked the words in his throat. All this time, the machete treated the soldiers of the replenishment battalion with indifference and never showed such an expression. If the machete a few days ago was just an ice cube, then his whole person now is like a sharp blade pulled out of its scabbard, with a strong killing intent and bloody blade, Yang Shuang, a child of a family like him, can not be afraid.

After waiting for half a ring, there were a few bamboo whistles outside the jungle, and after a few sounds, they stopped and rang again, which was the contact method between the dogs. The machete lowered his voice, "A team of 20 people, quickly rush up the slope, find your own concealment" The soldiers with long knives 20 people rushed out of the jungle in waves, along the place where the steamed bun walked just now, quickly rushed up the slope, and threw themselves on the ground waiting for the order of the machete. It was only a slope of more than 100 meters from the edge of the jungle, and it took nearly 20 minutes for the supplementary battalion to all go up the slope.

Over the slope is another meadow half a man high, which stretches out for about a few miles. The machete held a telescope and observed the movement on the meadow, there was no wind in all directions, and there was no movement on the vast meadow, dead and quiet. After thinking about it, he still came out as a scout, and this time he brought a few people he liked, and each of them had a Thomson. The machete divided the rest of the people into three parts, and fell far behind the steamed bun in the shape of a pin, and touched the meadow. It was still more than ten miles away from the camp of the advance camp, and the Japanese army had always been cunning, and machetes had to be guarded against.

Fortunately, the news that the steamed buns came back was safe, and there was nothing to do along the way, Yang Shuang secretly complained that the machete was timid and wasted a lot of time in vain. As soon as he crossed a small hill, the machete who was walking in front waved his hand and half-crouched down, and the submachine gun in his hand was aimed at a nest of bushes on the left, and everyone fell down in unison, staring at the front with wide eyes. From a distance, I saw a small white flag raised in the bushes in front of me, shook it back and forth a few times, and then the machete took out a bamboo whistle from his arms and blew it, and the whistle on the opposite side echoed very much.

There was a loud bang, and out of the surrounding bushes came a dozen strangely dressed people, all with guns in their hands. Yang Shuang, who had been frightened for a long time, came to his senses at this time, and was about to shoot when he picked up the submachine gun, and shouted in horror, "Devil, it's a devil" The rest of the supplementary battalion was also nervous, and they panicked for a while, and several recruits had already begun to prepare to rush back to the mountain beam.

Yang Shuang's shouting startled the machete, and he hurriedly reached out and pressed Yang Shuang's submachine gun, and shouted violently, "Shut up, that's your own person" Yang Shuang pointed to several people wearing Japanese military uniforms on the opposite side and shouted urgently, "They are devils, I know the military uniform, it's a devil" Yang Shuang's words made the already stable team chaotic again, and there were indeed a few people wearing Japanese military uniforms among the people who came over.

Seeing that the people from the supplementary camp were in such confusion, the people who came from the opposite side immediately dodged and hid in the bushes and grass, who knows if those guys with guns in their hands will go off. The machete had already changed Yang Shuang's face, and he slapped Yang Shuang hard, snatched the submachine gun in his hand and threw it to the soldier next to him, "That's your own person, you're here to answer us, put down the gun."

Xu is machete's words worked, and several of the people with guns hung down their muzzles, but their fingers were still on the trigger. Ignoring Yang Shuang, who was covering his face, he walked up to the group with a machete, hugged them, and the steamed buns who got the news also rushed back with people. The slope of the mountain beam where Mantou took people just now, naturally he didn't find the group of people lurking here.

A lame and emaciated man in the group on the opposite side looked at the soldiers of the supplementary battalion and pouted dissatisfied, his eyes full of disdain and sneer. "Machete, this is the replenishment you brought back, that's it?" Next to him, a bald young man with thatched eyes smiled at him with his shoulder, "Scholar, don't laugh at others, don't you have the same virtue as them when you first came to the dog's day, it's all stupid" Yan Shijun, who was exposed to his old bottom, blushed, muttered in his mouth and didn't know what he was muttering, and rolled his eyes at the young man.

After a few words of laughter with the old brothers, the machete looked straight on his face, "How is it in the camp?" Haven't scouts always been carried by goats? Why are you here? Yan Shijun changed the depression on his face, and he also said, "The day after you left, another group of Japanese soldiers came over, and we fought another battle in the canyon. Both the chief and the goats were wounded, more than 100 brothers died, and the rest were wounded, and a few of us were slightly wounded, and the chief sent us to meet you."

"You two grew up eating, and neither of you can protect the chief" As soon as he heard that Zhao Zhi was injured again, the steamed bun was unwilling, and he scolded Yan Shijun and the dog. When the steamed buns left, they handed over Zhao Zhi's safety to Yan Shijun and the dog, and the two goods also patted their chests and swore to ensure it, but they didn't expect Zhao Zhi to be injured again.

"Let's go back first" The machete was also in a hurry, pulled away the steamed buns, gathered to replenish the camp, and hurried to the camp. In the front, he fought with the Aoki Squadron and the Mitsui Squadron one after another, and only suffered more than 100 casualties, so why did he die more than 100 in this battle alone? With doubts, the machete urged the team to accelerate, and they hurried to the camp after the dogs.

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