The fog in the jungle had faded considerably, and the soldiers had packed up their bedding, swallowed the last mouthful of cans and biscuits, and extinguished the campfires and prepared to go. Metropolis. Yang still had canned food in his hands, he ate slowly, and fell behind others, but fortunately, no one dared to rush him, he was the battalion commander, the battalion commander of the supplementary battalion.

"Second Lieutenant, are you leading the right way? After 5 days, why haven't you left this forest yet? Yang Shuang asked a second lieutenant vaguely. Three meters in front of him, two guys with the rank of second lieutenant in a complete set of American-style equipment were checking each other's equipment, and the two chose to ignore Yang Shuang's provocative questioning. The silence of the two made Yang Shuang bored, stood up and threw the cans casually, and ordered the team to set off.

Throwing his backpack to his orderly, Yang Shuang carried Thomson to take the lead and walked towards the dark, humid and hot forest in front. As soon as he took a few steps, he was tripped by a wild vine with a hook thorn under his feet, Yang Shuang opened his hands and grabbed it in the air, fell to the ground in embarrassment, and threw the steel helmet far away. Fortunately, there were thick old dead leaves everywhere in the forest, and Yang Shuang didn't fall hard, but he was seen by the soldiers behind and laughed for a while.

Yang Shuang, who was pulled up by the orderlies, secretly glanced at the two ensigns to see if they were laughing at themselves, but they didn't look up, but betrayed them with their shoulders constantly shrugging. Yang Shuang walked over angrily and stabbed the little second lieutenant with a submachine gun, "Isn't it funny?" Is it that funny? ”

Smack, Yang Shuang's submachine gun was pushed away by the little lieutenant's hand, and his frowning brows were pointed at Yang Shuang, "Don't point the muzzle at people, it will go off" The accent of the little lieutenant was very strange, and the words popped out of his mouth one by one, as if talking was a very difficult thing for him. The other second lieutenant with a cold face next to him patted the little man, "Forget it, let's go" glared at Yang Shuang, and the two second lieutenants casually pointed to a few soldiers, and led them to the front of the team and became the vanguard.

Yang Shuang stood in place for a while, remembering the little man's frowning brows, he felt better, and drove away the soldiers who were left behind, shouting for acceleration. Yang Shuang's battalion was just a supplementary battalion, originally it was just to send a batch of soldiers to the 114th Regiment in Leduo, but who knew that after receiving an order from the headquarters, the entire supplementary battalion was replenished to the advance battalion directly under the headquarters, including Yang Shuang. What is the background of the advance camp, Yang Shuang doesn't know at all, and he hasn't heard of the advance camp, but looking at the eyes of the guys in the 114th regiment, the advance camp will not be a good place.

After resting in Ledo for a few days, they finally waited for the advance battalion to receive them, but only two men, two ensigns, came. The order given by the advance battalion was also strange, everyone only needed to carry something except weapons, and they had to bring more food and water. How can there be a soldier who doesn't have a gun, Yang Shuang chased the two ensigns and asked for a long time, only saying that it was said in the order, and just do it. With questions, Yang Shuang took the supplementary battalion to get on the arranged truck, walked out for dozens of miles along the newly repaired mountain and forest road, and was ordered to get off the truck. At the assembly point of an engineer regiment, Yang Shuang and the others received supplementary supplies, mostly some food and water, and also replenished weapons: a long-handled machete per person.

In the face of Yang Shuang's questioning, the two second lieutenants ignored it at all, and after resting overnight in the assembly area, they took the supplementary battalion into the forest in the direction of the mountain forest road. In the whole team, only a dozen people had guns in their hands, and they were singled out to serve as guards, and there were fierce beasts in the jungle, and they couldn't rely on knives alone. The two ensigns never took the initiative to talk to people, but just led the way silently, and Yang Shuang deliberately accosted him, but he couldn't ask anything. After walking along the road, the team turned around and gradually deviated from the road and entered the depths of the jungle. There were half of the veterans in the supplementary battalion, but they had only fought in the country for many years, and they had never entered the jungle, especially this kind of dense forest.

Everything went smoothly in the first few days, but on the fourth day, it was messed up, a soldier went out to pee at night and accidentally held on to a tree, and was stung by a drought locust that fell from the tree, and he didn't know it, and he stiffened under his military blanket at dawn. The two lieutenants said that they had been drilled into the crotch by a locust, and that the people were no longer saved. The guys, who didn't take the jungle seriously, began to be cautious, and their daily actions were done according to the two lieutenants, but fortunately, no one died.

Two lieutenants walked at the front of the group with long knives to clear the way, and there were many vines in the jungle that were very annoying, and they needed to be cut to pass. The long knife in the second lieutenant's hand was obviously different from the one issued to Yang Shuang, it was a standard Japanese katana, which was much longer than Yang Shuang's knife. Although the two ensigns and Yang Shuang rarely communicated, it could be seen that they were both veterans who were used to walking the jungle, and their movements between actions were extremely skilled, and they were obviously veterans, veterans who had fought in large battles.

The line in two columns dragged on for a long time, and the guys with guns were arranged on both sides of the line and in the rear, so that it was easy to guard and gather the soldiers who had straggled, and the front and rear teams used walkie-talkies to communicate, so that there was no need to send heralds back and forth. Suddenly there was a scream from the front team, it turned out to be a spotted python falling from a tree, it ignored everyone, and swam on the corrupt fallen leaves on its own, startling the northern soldiers who had never seen snakes screamed repeatedly. The cold-faced lieutenant hurried over, brushed aside the frightened pale-faced soldiers, his hand shook, and with a sound of wind, the katana was firmly pierced on the python's head. The python, which was more than 2 meters long, was nailed to the ground, and its body was still struggling, and the surrounding fallen leaves were rising high with its writhing tail.

After more than ten minutes, the python finally stopped struggling, and the cold-faced lieutenant grabbed a long knife and cut off the python's head, skillfully peeling and disemboweling. "Put it in the backpack and roast the snake meat at night" The cold-faced second lieutenant wiped the blood from his hands with the leaves and ordered the soldiers closest to him to put the snake meat cut into several pieces into the backpack. The guys who had been frightened by the python and had weak legs and feet, under the cold eyes of the cold-faced ensign, had to be brave and trembling to put the snake meat into their backpacks.

Throwing a look of contempt, the cold-faced lieutenant returned to the front team with his katana, whispering to the little lieutenant as he continued to open the way. There were trees along the way to sign the way, and the battalion had been following the fallen trees through the jungle at a much faster speed, and there were not always vines blocking the way. Yang Shuang, who was idle and panicked, kept cutting the vines on the side of the road with the long knife in his hand, practicing his knife skills by the way. Most of the vines in the jungle were dangling, and sometimes they needed to be cut down a lot to cut them, Yang Shuang had observed, and the two ensigns cut vines almost all of them with a single sword. It cannot be ruled out that the katana in their hands is very sharp, but judging by the way they use the knife, it is clear that they should be veterans who often use knives.

Yang Shuang walked a little and approached the forward who opened the way, wanting to see how the two second lieutenants used their knives. "Ahh Yang Shuang was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and for a while his hands and feet were numb and he stood there in a daze and looked at the snake. Just when the snake was about to pounce on Yang Shuang, the cold-faced lieutenant took a step forward, squeezed Yang Shuang away, reached out and pinched the snake's head and dragged the snake off the vine, and shook the snake's tail with the other hand as hard as a belt. Holding the snake's tail in his hand, he shook it hard, and with a snap, the snake's head was thrown on the trunk next to it and shattered.

"Put it in a backpack and eat snake meat at night" The second lieutenant threw the dead snake into a slippery and greasy ball to Yang Shuang, and the tail of the dead snake without a head was still writhing. After being thrown into Yang Shuang's arms, he wrapped around Yang Shuang's arm, which frightened Yang Shuang into shouting again, and his face was covered with tears and snot. The little lieutenant looked at the queue of chickens and dogs that were being made by Yang Shuang, his brows furrowed again, and he kept muttering in a low voice, and he didn't know what he was talking about. "Okay, these guys are not bad, let's take them back first and wait for the commander to see it" The cold-faced second lieutenant patted the little man's steel helmet, his face full of doting.

The cold-faced lieutenant is a machete, and the little man is a steamed bun, they were sent by Zhao Zhi to escort Wallace back to Leduo half a month ago. When the Mitsui squadron was completely annihilated, a Japanese codebook and radio station were seized, and Zhao Zhi sent machetes and steamed buns to escort Wallace and a dozen British GIs all the way back to Leedo, and handed over the Japanese codebook and radio station to Ramgar. Wallace, who didn't want to return to Ramgarh, made a fuss about it, saying that the advance battalion had defeated several times the Japanese army, and now it was suffering heavy casualties and everyone was wounded, even the engineer company of the American army, and asked for a replenishment of troops. After discussing with Zhao Zhi on the radio, Wallace was left in Ramgar, and the machete and steamed buns took the supplementary battalion through the jungle and returned to the plain.

The machetes with a calm personality are better, and the short-tempered steamed buns don't look down on these replenishments, thinking them procrastinating and clumsy in the jungle. It's no wonder that the steamed buns were killed all the way down the jungle with Zhao Zhi, and they were also in and out of the jungle a few times, and they had already adapted to the jungle with goats and machetes. These guys who have come from this supplement have never lived in such a jungle, and compared to steamed buns, they are indeed much worse. Fortunately, the steamed bun listened to the words of the machete, and he was also pressed along the way, and when he was angry, he took the trees around him and the wild things in the jungle to vent his anger, and the accuracy of the knife and crossbow arrows improved a lot.

Stumbling through the jungle for several days, the machete counted the distance and the marks left along the way, and it was not far from the edge of the jungle. Except for a few who were sick with malaria and dengue fever, only one of them died, which was much better than the previous attrition in the jungle. The quinine pills issued by the military department are indeed better than the Chinese medicine made by Langzhong, and taking one pill a day has reduced the occurrence of diseases among the soldiers. Otherwise, these guys who have just stepped into the jungle don't know how many people will die.

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