"Hurry up and clean up the battlefield, replenish ammunition, you can't stay here for a long time, you have to guard against the reinforcements of the Japanese army again" Zhao Zhi finished the order, put down the gun in his hand, sat down against a tree, and lit a cigarette. When charging just now, Zhao Zhi was shot in the ribs, but fortunately it was only a stray bullet, and the bullet only pierced the leather bullet bag, embedded in the skin and flesh, and did not enter the chest cavity. But even so, when Zhao Zhi moved slightly, his ribs hurt badly, and he felt that his ribs were broken.

When he charged, he didn't feel any pain yet, but now when he stopped, Zhao Zhi felt pain all over his body. As he breathed, Zhao Zhi's wound trembled and hurt. Zhao Zhi looked ahead expressionlessly, the brothers were cleaning the battlefield, and the little doglegs were forced by the old doglegs to use bayonets to mend the Japanese soldiers who were not dead. The veterans had seen too many wounded Japanese soldiers sneak up on the soldiers of the Nationalist Army, and the old doglegs didn't want this to happen to their brothers.

The open field where bullets were flying and shouting and fighting just now has fallen silent. At this time, the open ground was in a mess, the corpses and broken guns were stained with blood, and the brothers who were cleaning the battlefield all had gloomy faces, expressionless like Zhao Zhi. Walking on the blood-soaked soil, the bayonet was mechanically plunged into the corpse of every Japanese soldier, whether alive or dead.

Zhao Zhi still didn't believe that his more than 200 defeated troops could defeat the same number or even more Japanese troops than them. You can still hear the footsteps of the brothers as they charge, the sound of bullets flying past their ears, and the frantic shouts of the Japanese soldiers before they die. Zhao Zhi's head was dizzy for a while, and he couldn't help but vomit again.

"Are the brethren all right?" Zhao Zhi, who was relieved, looked at the uncle who came over. Uncle Guo's arm was also injured and hit by the shrapnel of the explosion, but it was only a small hole. Uncle Guo, who has always spared his life, has not bothered to bandage his wounds at this time, he saw Zhao Zhi's abnormality and came to take a look.

"It's all right, it's just that the screw is dead, and it was killed by a grenade when I was protecting a female soldier. Mao Tou lost an arm, and 23 of the puppy's legs died. There are still 3 machine guns left, and there is not much ammunition" screws, Zhao Zhi remembered the Japanese soldier who was shaved into a bald head by the old cannon and had a smile on his face. He was actually killed by his own compatriots in order to protect the Chinese female soldiers. The best machine gunner, Mao Tou, had now lost an arm, and Zhao Zhi didn't dare to think about what Mao Tou would look like if he had lost his arm. The ranks are getting smaller and smaller, starting with 400 people, now more than 200, and almost half of them are dying in Burma, in a foreign land.

"Uncle Guo, am I wrong, I should agree to go to India" Zhao Zhi asked Uncle Guo in frustration.

"You know that the brothers are willing to listen to you and follow you, don't think like this in the future, it will hurt the hearts of the brothers" Uncle Guo patted Zhao Zhi on the shoulder. "Ouch" was patted on the shoulder by Uncle Guo, and Zhao Zhi, who touched the wound, looked at Uncle Guo sadly. "Lang Zhong, you shit, come here" Uncle Guo saw the bullet holes and blood stains on Zhao Zhi's ribs, and hurriedly shouted at Lang Zhong.

Lang Zhong, who was covered with sweat, crawled on his back and ran over, "What are you shouting, coming, coming" tore Zhao Zhi's military uniform, Lang Zhong almost screamed out when he saw Zhao Zhi's wound. The bullet tore a long hole in Zhao Zhi's ribs, and the flesh and skin opened like a child's mouth, and the ribs under the flesh were faintly visible.

"Shut up, sew it up for me" Zhao Zhiqiang endured the pain and whispered to Lang Zhong. Lang Zhong trembled and rummaged through the medicine box, "There is no anesthetic" Lang Zhong looked at Zhao Zhi in frustration. Grabbing a stick beside him, Zhao Zhi bit it in his mouth, and vaguely ordered Lang Zhong to stitch up the wound.

Lang Zhong stitched with stitches, Zhao Zhi felt a throbbing pain in his body, and his consciousness seemed to have left him. "Okay" Lang Zhong's voice at this time sounded as pleasant to Zhao Zhi. Slowly letting go of his mouth and exhaling a breath suppressed in his chest, Zhao Zhi opened his eyes. "Wow" Zhao Zhi was startled by the pile of heads in front of him, and the old dogs surrounded Zhao Zhi in front of him. "Is there something wrong with me?" Zhao Zhi looked at the old doglegs looking at him differently, and the doglegs saw that Zhao Zhi opened his eyes, and took a step back in unison.

Zhao Zhi used the stick in his hand to point at the old cannon with a strange expression, "Old cannon, you give me a dead and say, what's the matter?" The old cannon pointed at the stick in Zhao Zhi's hand with a strange expression, and stopped talking. Zhao Zhi followed the direction pointed by the old cannon and looked down. Damn, damn it, it's a wooden stick in my hand, it's clearly a human bone. On the calf bones that had been blown into bare bones, there were clearly two rows of tooth marks.

"Vomit" Zhao Zhi hugged Lang Zhong and vomited in the dark, and he only noticed the smell of blood in his mouth at this time. "There is still shredded meat on the left tooth" The old cannon's words made Zhao Zhi vomit again, and it was not until he spit out the clear water that Zhao Zhi stopped talking. patted Zhao Zhi on the shoulder, and Uncle Guo threw over a sentence, "Damn, you can't call the dog head." I've eaten human flesh, let's call it a wolf's head in the future" The grinning dogs looked at Zhao Zhi, who continued to vomit because of Uncle Guo's words, as if they were watching a big show.

Because of Zhao Zhi's mistake, everyone temporarily forgot the pain and the heartache of losing their brothers. There are dead people every moment of the war, and the veterans have become accustomed to this life, and they have long begun to become numb. Numb himself, indifferent to life and death, and escape from life and death with his brothers.

Zhao Zhi, who finally returned to normal, was covered with blood and gunsmoke, ignoring the abrasions on his head and face, and made a very helpless but not much-of-the-same decision. "All the brothers who died in the war cannot be buried in the ground" Zhao Zhi's decision stunned everyone, and the reason why everyone was willing to follow Zhao Zhi has always been. It is because Zhao Zhi will not abandon them, and he will not abandon any of the brothers, but the decision made by Zhao Zhi now is unacceptable to everyone.

"No, absolutely not" The hot-tempered old cannon grabbed Zhao Zhi's clothes tightly, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and he couldn't wait to eat Zhao Zhi in one bite.

Zhao Zhi, who had a calm face, put aside the powerless hands of the old cannon and looked around at everyone, "The advance of the Japanese army was routed by us and suffered heavy losses. But there is a brigade of Japanese troops outside the mountain, and they will come back soon. Look at the way you guys are now, can you fight again? Can you? ”

"If you can't win, you'll die here" Lao Pao looked at Zhao Zhi with disdain, and at this moment, he decided that Zhao Zhi was a coward. "Shut up on your dog's day" Zhao Zhi kicked over the old cannon and stepped on the old cannon's ass with a heavy foot, "I said, I want to take you home." The living cannot die again because of the dead, but the dead must fulfill their duties as brothers for the living. The reason why they were not buried was to give the Japanese army the illusion that we had been completely annihilated, and to give up tracking us. It will take time for us to escape from here, and the dead brothers will buy time for us."

The pain of the wound made Zhao Zhi's face pale, and he trembled and sweated all over. Seeing that everyone was still staring at him expressionlessly, Zhao Zhi had no choice but to resort to the last move, closing his eyes and pretending to be dizzy. Zhao Zhi fell down the tree softly, and Lang Zhong and Uncle Guo were naturally in a hurry to support him. "You shit, do you want to force him to death? He didn't feel good either, get out, get out" Uncle Guo's roar made everyone jump for a while, and finally stopped surrounding Zhao Zhi.

Quietly opened his eyes, Zhao Zhi secretly looked at the dogs, and before he could see clearly, he was slapped on the head by Uncle Guo. "It's still a chief, just use such a bad trick, and learn to pretend to be dizzy" Uncle Guo and Lang Zhong threw down Zhao Zhi, slapped their butts and left, and Lang Zhong, who was leaving, also rewarded Zhao Zhi with a white eye.

"Who wouldn't want to be a good person? But the bad guys also have to be done" Zhao Zhi looked at the ungrateful guys, and his heart was aggrieved to death.

"The wound is also wrapped, get up, what are you pretending to be dead?" Lang Zhong's assistant medical officer Yuan Qingqing kicked Zhao Zhi who was nesting under the tree with his foot, and looked at Zhao Zhi sympathetically with big eyes. Zhao Zhi suddenly stretched out his hand to Yuan Qingqing with a hippie smile, "Then you pull me up, my wound hurts, and I can't get up by myself" Yuan Qingqing, who had no heart and lungs, poked Zhao Zhi's ribs with a finger, "Is this it?" ”

"Ah" Zhao Zhi, who was poked by Yuan Qingqing's fingers, screamed in pain, and immediately stood up as if a spring had been installed under his buttocks. Zhao Zhi, who was covering his wounds, looked at Yuan Qingqing, who seemed harmless, and scolded Lang Zhong, "Lang Zhong of the dog day, what kind of subordinates did you bring?" It's going to kill you."

"Sir, are you okay?" Yuan Qingqing continued to look at Zhao Zhi, his eyes full of innocence.

"It's okay, you can get busy, let's go" Zhao Zhi carried his gun, very embarrassed, and went to find Uncle Guo.