The doglegs were still divided into a dozen teams, and scattered all over the forest, looking for anything to feed their stomachs. Goats and machetes walked far with a few dogs, not only in search of food, but also to provide a guard for the fellows in the jungle. "There's a bird in the tree, over there," muttered the machete to the goat, who wanted to shoot the bird with his homemade bow and arrow. The "look at me" goat wrapped a stone with a leather rope cut from a cowhide backpack, shook the leather rope on the top of his head a few times, and with a flick of his wrist, the whistling stone came out of the rope and hit the bird in the tree accurately, which was a unique skill practiced by the goat when he was young and herding sheep. The dog ran to pick up the birds, and the elated dog fell into a quagmire.

The dog's eyes widened and he didn't dare to move, half of his body was already sunk into the mud. But he didn't dare to move, because there was a big python with a bowl more than four meters long on the dead tree above his head. The python was sleeping, but the bird that the goat shot down happened to fall on the python's mouth, and the python was still awake. As long as he moves, the python will entangle himself and slowly strangle himself. When I was camping last night, there was a guy on the rout side who was entangled in a python and strangled to death. So the dog didn't dare to move, he was waiting, waiting for the other dogs to come and save him.

"Woo" a long knife was thrown at the python on the dead tree with the sound of the wind, it was a machete. The long knife grazed against the python's body, leaving a wound on the python's body. The wounded python angrily rushed towards the machete that attacked it, and the old cannon, who had been hiding on the side, took a few people and quickly pulled the dog out of the quagmire with a long wooden stick. The injured python pursued along the mountain road where the machete had fled, and the python, which had just crossed a certain distance, suddenly hissed from its mouth, and its body twisted into a ball and rolled. The python's thick tail snapped at the trees next to it, and the trees shook for a while, and the bark and leaves fell one after another. After tossing for a while, the python did not move, and there was no movement at all.

"What's going on?" The old cannon, who was afraid of snakes, looked at the immobile python from a distance and asked the goats beside him. "The machete buried a few bayonets in the ground just now, and when the python passed over it, the stomach was cut open by the blade, so it won't die" The elated goat still took care of the chattering old cannon, and replied, and took his men to receive the python, which was all meat. The dog who took off his clothes and was cleaning up the locusts on his body, shouted at the goat at the top of his voice, "I want to eat double, I lost so much blood, I need to make up for it"

Dinner was very rich, python ant wild vegetable soup, roasted mushrooms, plantain roots, and the last bit of rice, which was used for porridge for the wounded, and everyone was reluctant to eat it. The old cannon with a bitter face was very depressed and held a steel helmet with soup, he had been afraid of snakes since he was a child, and now let him drink snake soup, he still didn't dare to drink it. "What are you doing on a dog's day? Why are you in a daze if you don't eat? Uncle Guo handed Lao Pao a spoonful of plantain root. The plantain root was very astringent, but Lao Cannon felt like it was delicious and swallowed it in a big gulp.

"Old cannon, come here, the dog head calls you" Xiucai shouted loudly Lao Cannon. "Damn, this little white face just can't do without Lao Tzu. This little calf can't play for a moment, I'm tired to death" The old cannon with the banana root walked while boasting triumphantly to the other doglegs.

"Come here, drink with me" Zhao Zhi beckoned to the old cannon, and there were two boxes of canned food and half a bottle of wine on the stump in front of him. "Sit down, this is still the Japanese canned food and Japanese sake captured in the valley, come, drink some with me" Zhao Zhi pointed to a piece of wood on the ground and motioned for the old cannon to sit down.

The two of them took a sip of wine and a mouthful of meat, and it didn't take much effort to make all the wine and canned food. The old cannon picked his teeth, walked with a red face, and walked among the dogs. "Is this soup good? Well, don't drink, can't drink. Just the dog head invited me to drink, the canned Japanese meat I ate, I can't drink it, I can't drink it, you drink, you drink" The old cannon proudly showed off, showing his superiority.

Long Hair took a piece of roast snake meat and approached Lao Pao's side, and smacked his mouth, "Is the canned meat delicious?" That canned food tastes the same as my roasted snake meat" "Holy shit, we don't have cans for a long time, and the wine is also water mixed with Lao Tzu's alcohol" Lang Zhong whispered to Lao Cannon. Only then did the old cannon suddenly realize that he looked at Zhao Zhi, who was standing proudly with his hands behind his back, and the ruthlessness in his heart fell for this little white face again. "Ah" The old cannon shouted and rushed towards Zhao Zhi, but was hooked to the ground by Long Hair. A group of dogs grinned and pressed the old cannon and stuffed the old cannon with roasted snake meat in his mouth. "You deflated calves are waiting, and sooner or later Lao Tzu will kill a few of you. Slow down, choke to death" The old cannon, who was pressed by everyone, scolded while struggling, while swallowing the roast snake meat stuffed into his mouth, he didn't delay.

"Sir, we've run out of food, and we're left with some rice left for the wounded," said the rich man, earnestly, and at the same time tightened his belt to restrain the waistband of his trousers, which had become loose since he had lost himself. It seems that the bullet is really exhausted, Zhao Zhi knows the ability of the rich man, not at the end of the day, the rich man will never speak in this tone.

"Hold on for one more day, tomorrow you will definitely get out of the jungle, just go out" Zhao Zhi patted the rich man's shoulder, which was starting to become thin, and comforted the rich man. The "sir" goat returned with a few scouts, and the usually brave goat began to falter a little because of hunger, but there was joy in his voice. "Sir, we have only been out less than five miles before we see the Burmese, and we seem to be about to get out of the jungle," said the goat, who had taken a few sips of hot soup, and began to cry.

Yes, two months of jungle life have left an indelible impact on everyone. A large number of soldiers died in the mountain roads and jungles, and almost every few steps you would see a fallen expeditionary soldier. The hot and humid jungle climate caused the corpses to decompose quickly, and the soldiers walking along the road could clearly see the wriggling locusts and maggots on the corpses. The dense flies attached to the corpse wrapped around the corpse like a black blanket.

Everyone can die or lose a friend or brother, and everyone falls asleep without knowing whether they or their brother will wake up tomorrow. Being able to open their eyes the next morning was the greatest blessing for the defeated soldiers. It is not uncommon for people to wake up in the morning and find their brother lying next to him cold or crawling with locusts, quietly dead. When the rout encountered such a situation, they could only silently cover the corpse with some branches or sprinkle some soil, and then remove the blanket under the corpse, silently catch up with the brigade and continue to march in the jungle.