Zhao Zhi's submachine gun was already empty, and he now pursued the Japanese with a pistol, but fortunately, he had always had the habit of carrying twice as many pistol magazines with him. A Chinese soldier used a submachine gun in his hand to play with a Japanese corpse lying on his stomach, and there was a "boom" explosion, and the unlucky Chinese soldier and the wounded Japanese soldier who pretended to be dead were shrouded in flying shrapnel and gunsmoke, and the unlucky soldier was one of the reinforcements sent back by Ledo for the last time.

His bloodstained face was quiet and panicked, and the crowd in pursuit in the woods had no time to estimate him, and there were no longer a few people like him who had fallen into the trap of the Japanese army, and no one cared about them. After chasing out for 4 or 5 miles, the Japanese troops with sporadic counterattacks finally collapsed, and they fought back or survived, and the Japanese troops who were chased must have thought about this problem, they chose the latter, and finally broke into pieces and began to flee separately. The soldiers of the direct company were convinced that they would be able to annihilate the entire recalcitrant Japanese army, but the chances of finding a small force of a dozen men in the vast mountains of Burma were basically zero.

The tired soldiers finally stopped the pursuit, put their guns on their backs, rummaged through the corpses, searched for their own booty, and rescued their robes. Those who died in battle carried back, and those who were injured but not died also carried back, but the movements were much softer. From time to time, gunshots rang out, and in order to guard against being attacked by the wounded soldiers of the Japanese army, the soldiers of the company directly under the company had to use the 38 rifles they had picked up to replenish all the Japanese corpses.

Zhao Zhi, who was tired and panting like a dog, squatted under a big tree, and there were several corpses of expeditionary soldiers neatly lined up beside him, all of which were turned out of the corpse pile by Zhao Zhi. The Japanese soldiers' counterattack before their deaths still caused certain casualties to the direct company, and most of the veterans in the 18th Division were veterans with more than five years of military experience, which was incomparable with the direct company, and the soldiers of the direct company were still too young.

Zhao Zhi looked at the nearest corpse with pity, it was a young man, to be specific, he was still a child, and the fur on the corner of his mouth had not yet receded. At his age, he should have dressed in clean clothes, stayed in the school, and listened to the teacher's lectures with a textbook and pen, instead of fighting with the veterans with rifles and bayonets, covered in blood like wild beasts, and fighting with the murderous Japanese soldiers.

Zhao Zhi's eyes were already full of tears, and he was trying hard to prevent the tears from flowing down, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and his breathing was much thicker. Zhao Zhi's appearance, the dog and the steamed bun they had already discovered, but no one dared to step forward, not afraid, but not daring. Yan Shijun, who is more clever, has already gone to call Uncle Guo, and at this time, only the words of that old man can still be listened to by Zhao Zhi.

When there was no one around, Zhao Zhi often asked himself if it was right to bring so many brothers back to Burma. Starting from the advance camp, a group of people died in every battle, and this was the case every time the Ledo River, the Ghost Gate Pass, the Savage Mountain, and the valley camp were like this. The original old brothers who followed Zhao Zhi out of the jungle are now less than 30 left, including the dozen or so female soldiers.

When a soldier eats food, he has to carry a gun to fight, and those in front die and those who are back fill in, fighting for life and death, and this is the law since ancient times. When Zhao Zhi infiltrated the officer training class in Kunming, he never thought that one day he would lead his troops to fight, but it was still a series of bloody battles. These brothers who died in the war were all living lives, all born and raised by their parents, and they were thrown into the mountains and forests of Myanmar by themselves.

"If you're tired, let's rest" Uncle Guo, who rushed to hear the news, was also speechless when he saw Zhao Zhi like this, just threw Zhao Zhi a pack of cigarettes, turned around and walked away with his hands behind his back. Zhao Zhi is under too much pressure, and he doesn't know how to adjust, just like Xiucai once said, Zhao Zhi will be driven crazy by what he is carrying sooner or later.

Suddenly smashed into his hand by a pack of cigarettes, Zhao Zhi suddenly stood up as if he had just woken up. "What the fuck are you looking at me for? Is the battlefield cleaned up? There are still so many little devils, can I see them all to death just by looking at me? Seeing that everyone was looking at him with straight eyebrows, Zhao Zhi was a little embarrassed, so he widened his eyes, brandished the cigarette he had just arrived, and scolded.

The old cannon with a rifle looked at each other, "Damn, what kind of thing is this shit?" Why do you turn your face like this? The old cannon scratched his head, and looked at Zhao Zhi with some depression, his face full of surprise.

"Stinky shameless" The blacksmith secretly smacked Zhao Zhi, and ran to the flank with his scouts, one of the sleeves hanging from the branches fluttering in the wind like a flag.

"It's quite shameless" Sven's Yan Shijun still didn't scold, just a shameless sentence had already attracted the angry eyes of the dog and the steamed bun, if he continued to scold, it is estimated that these boys would pounce on Yan Shijun's mouth. Dogs, a few of them were taken by Zhao Zhi with the young people around them, and they were impressed by Zhao Zhi early, if anyone dared to scold Zhao Zhi, they pounced on it and fought, of course, except for a few old dogs.

"What about the casualties?" Zhao Zhi lit a cigarette and threw the rest of the cigarette to the dogs and a few of them. Most people were busy looting valuable things in the pockets of the Japanese army, and only the old dogs would search for things like cigarettes and fires of the Japanese army. Because they are the worst smokers, they smoke as long as they can smoke, unlike young people who only smoke American cigarettes that Kane got later.

"31 killed in battle, 14 seriously wounded, and minor injuries have not been counted" Yan Shijun closed the small notebook in his hand. After every battle, it was Yan Shijun who counted the casualties, and he had long been tired of the trick that Zhao Zhi had forced on him, but there was no way, Yan Shijun couldn't beat the dogs. Most of the people killed in the battle were killed by the wounded Japanese soldiers pretending to be dead during the pursuit in the jungle, and most of the serious injuries were caused by the first round of Japanese artillery bombardment.

War is to kill people, it must be dead, Zhao Zhi understands this truth, but whenever he hears Yan Shijun holding the casualty figure in a dry voice, Zhao Zhi still can't help but want to curl up in a ball and find a place where no one is there to cry. It's not regret, it's just that I'm confused, and I don't know if I'm doing the right thing.

"Let's go, take the brothers, let's go back, go back to the mountain position to rest" Zhao Zhi picked up his submachine gun, buckled up his steel helmet, and took the lead to walk out of the forest. All the men of the company were withdrawn, the living walked on their own, the wounded were carried, the dead were carried, and this group of people walked out of the forest and went straight to the mountain position, where their robes were waiting for their triumph.

"I'm back, I'm back" As soon as he walked to the bottom of the boulder slope under the mountain, Zhao Zhi heard someone shouting on the mountain position, and more than a dozen figures rushed down. Edward, Kane, Yuan Qingqing, Linda, and Cao Yan ran down happily one by one, with big smiles on their faces, which instantly warmed Zhao Zhi's heart. For the sake of his robes, for the sake of these smiling faces in front of him, Zhao Zhi felt that their sacrifice just now was worth it.

"You're back" With the words, Yuan Qingqing and Linda jumped up and hugged Zhao Zhi left and right, their pretty faces full of tears. The long stream of wounded and corpses behind Zhao Zhi, Yuan Qingqing had already seen them in the binoculars, and almost all of the people who could walk back by themselves were injured and covered in blood. Although they didn't see the battle just now, seeing the appearance of the robe that came back, they could imagine the danger of the battle without their brains.

Embarrassed to look at everyone staring at him, Zhao Zhi smiled, laughing very freely, which made the uncle and the old cannon who had been paying attention to him secretly breathe a sigh of relief. Zhao Zhi is the backbone of the direct company, and at this time, he must not fall, otherwise the direct company will immediately disperse, and it will be completely divided by other troops.

Gently patting Yuan Qingqing and Linda, Zhao Zhi broke free from their hands, and pulled them one by one to take the lead towards the mountain position. What was scattered just now was only the vanguard search force of the Japanese army, and the astute Yan Shijun had already forced the prisoners, and there were more than 1,000 enemies behind, and the real evil battle had not yet come.

The mountain position had changed a little from when Zhao Zhi left, and six mountain cannons full of mud and water were neatly arranged in the open space between the two fortresses. The waterlogged trenches have also been rested, and there are two more serpentine communication trenches, which are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, which can effectively play the function of anti-artillery. The water in the trenches has also been emptied, and a few more anti-artillery holes have been dug in case the Japanese shelling can have enough anti-artillery holes to conceal the soldiers.

Long Fur was sorting out the hundreds of mines that had been dug up with the American sappers, and the grass slope had been dug by them with small pits everywhere, and the turf everywhere looked like a mess. The heavy machine guns in the fort were reversed, and more than a dozen soldiers who were not directly subordinate to the company were adjusting the position of the machine guns, using gravel and sackcloth to cushion the machine guns, and the entire mountain position was a busy scene.

A stout second lieutenant officer walked in front of Zhao Zhi and gave a military salute neatly, "I've seen Chief Zhao, I'm Li Qing, we've met in the valley camp" Zhao Zhileng paused, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, he had indeed seen it, Li Qing was the third company commander of Ye Tian, and he was an officer from an old army.

"Where's your Camp Commander Ye?" Zhao Zhidong, who didn't know the inside story, looked around and looked for Ye Tian, but after looking around, he didn't see Ye Tian there. Li Qing's face turned a little red, and he sighed for a while before he replied embarrassedly, "Chief Zhao, when we encountered the Japanese army the day before yesterday, the troops were scattered, and my company had already lost contact with the barracks."

"Ah", Zhao Zhi couldn't help but be surprised, although Ye Tian's infantry battalion was not the trump card of the trump cards, it was also an elite unit in the 38th Division, how could it be broken up as soon as it encountered the Japanese army.

The embarrassed Li Qing saw Zhao Zhi's question, so he told Zhao Zhi the truth: Originally, Ye Tian's infantry battalion was still marching very steadily, and the battalion slowly advanced to the front line of Xinpingyang step by step. As a result, Zhao Yuanzhi, an operational staff officer far away in the Liduo Headquarters, heard that Zhao Zhi's direct company had already moved out of Xinpingyang, so he ordered Ye Tian's infantry battalion to increase the speed of marching and strive to take Xinpingyang in front of his direct company.

Originally, the map provided by the British was not very accurate, and the two guides found by the infantry battalion were also spies who had been bought by the Japanese army for a long time. In the melee, the infantry battalions were all based on companies, each breaking through, Li Qing also lost contact with Ye Tian's battalion headquarters, if it wasn't for the machete, it is estimated that they would still be wandering around this area looking for Ye Tian. /AUT