Xu Zhao thought about it for a while, and inadvertently glanced at Yan Shijun, just seeing the smile on the corner of Yan Shijun's mouth. Xu Zhao was ambushed by the Japanese-Burmese mixed forces just now, and it was by relying on the sudden appearance of his direct company that he avoided defeat, which was very awkward in his heart. Yan Shijun's laughter may have been unconscious, but in Xu Zhao's view, it became an ironic ridicule.

"No need, we will catch the captives ourselves, you still have to deal with these captives yourself" Xu Zhao rejected Yan Shijun's kindness in a cold tone. Yan Shijun only froze for a moment when he heard this, and then regained the smile on his face, "Okay, since that's the case, then we'll solve this matter in the way of the direct company."

"The way of the direct company?" Although Xu Zhao couldn't pull his face to accept these prisoners, he, like Yu Kuijiang, was also very interested in the "direct company method" that Yan Shijun said. After all, they saved themselves just now, and besides, they also want to make friends with Zhao Zhi, who is rumored to be a god in Ledo.

Yan Shijun didn't say much, pulled out his pistol and walked to the prisoners, picking out the Japanese prisoners one by one. Then he asked questions one by one in Japanese, and the result can be imagined, and of course the captured Japanese soldiers looked at them angrily and kept silent. Just when Xu Zhao and Yu Kuijiang thought that Yan Shijun was going to give up, the situation suddenly changed.

With Yan Shijun's shout, the soldiers who escorted the captives pulled the trigger of the submachine gun in unison, and the tongue of fire composed of bullets and rain rushed towards the dozen Burmese, directly killing those Burmese at the feet of the Japanese prisoners. The hot blood mist made the air look a little heavy, and some of the recruits in Xu Zhaolian who had come to watch the captives had already begun to vomit.

Yu Kuijiang, who was stimulated by the thick blood qi, was also a little uncomfortable, but Xu Zhao's eyes lit up, and he looked at Yan Shijun and the soldiers who were escorting the prisoners with some surprise. In his opinion, Xiang Yan Shijun, who was promoted to lieutenant at a young age, was nothing more than a junior of that high-ranking official or a military bigwig's family, who came to the expeditionary force just to mix his background and go through the motions. Follow the troops to the front a few times, pick up some trophies and military exploits, and then go back to the rear to be promoted to receive rewards, and there is just a capital to brag about.

But the young lieutenant named Yan Shijun in front of him was beyond Xu Zhao's expectations, speaking sharply and acting ruthlessly. He just said that he didn't want these prisoners, he shot and killed the prisoners without saying a word, and he didn't drag the mud and water at all, it seems that this direct company was underestimated by himself. Every second lieutenant under his command is like this, what will that Zhao Zhi be like? Xu Zhao was suddenly looking forward to meeting Zhao Zhi.

There were only seven Japanese prisoners left on the grassy slope, and Yan Shijun started with the first Japanese prisoner with a pistol, and asked the questions in Japanese, as if he was forcing information. The Japanese army who was asked also did not answer, this time Yan Shijun shot directly, 1911A1 is the pistol of the officers of the direct company, this powerful pistol is the favorite of the dogs, Yan Shijun's this one was given to him by Zhao Zhi when he passed the ghost gate.

Questioning, shaking his head, and shooting, Yan Shijun's movements are very smooth, and he often does this kind of thing at a glance. After 5 shots, there were 2 Japanese soldiers left, 2 Japanese soldiers who were shaking like chaff. Yan Shijun's face was also stained with blood splattered out, a bit like a big flower face on the stage, and he looked very hideous. Before his pistol could be put on the head of the sixth Japanese prisoner, the remaining two Japanese prisoners were frightened and collapsed on the ground, scrambling to mutter.

Yan Shijun smiled, his shiny bald head, dazzling white teeth and blood stains on his face were reflected together, making him look like a demon who had just crawled out of hell. As soon as he turned his head, a few soldiers came up and dragged the two frightened and paralyzed Japanese prisoners down, and dragged them aside to wait for Yan Shijun to question.

"Good means, ruthless enough" Xu Zhao couldn't help but admire, if there were such officers under his subordinates, they would not be at the top of the 112th Regiment or even the 38th Division. Xu Zhao, who wanted to win over Yan Shijun, pulled Yu Kuijiang over, and took advantage of Zhao Zhi's preoccupation to first draw this young second lieutenant into his infantry company, which was the most important thing at the moment.

Yu Kuijiang, who understood Xu Zhao's thoughts, was also beating the drum on the side, and kept testing Yan Shijun with words, but Yan Shijun was not in a hurry or impatient, just wiped a few handfuls of blood on his face casually, and accompanied Xu Zhao and Yu Kuijiang to chat. After a long time, Xu Zhao didn't ask anything from Yan Shijun's mouth, but told a lot about his own situation, Yu Kuijiang pursed his mouth and snickered on the side, Xu Zhao did something too obvious, and everyone could see that he was beating people's ideas.

Three bamboo whistles suddenly sounded in succession, interrupting the chat of the three people, "It's our people, don't panic" Hearing the whistle, some of the anxious soldiers set up their rifles in a panic, Yan Shijun hurriedly stopped, the bamboo whistle was a signal that the dog-legged people scattered in the jungle were gathering the troops.

As soon as the bamboo whistle in the jungle stopped, dozens of hairy balls stood up in the grass and bushes at the edge of the jungle, and some soldiers with thatched bodies had been hiding under Xu Zhao's noses, but no one found them. Xu Zhao and Yu Kuijiang blushed with some surprise, if this was lurking under their noses by the Japanese army like this, no matter how many people there were, it would be a dish sent to people's mouths.

"Sir, look" Xu Zhao's orderly suddenly widened his eyes and pointed behind Xu Zhao, and the dozen or so weeds that had flashed gunfire in the middle of the mountain were also lifted, and more than a dozen soldiers with guns came out from under the weeds. Xu Zhao and Yu Kuijiang were not only ashamed, but more surprised; using the terrain to hide their whereabouts is a tactic that US military instructors have always emphasized in the expeditionary force, and all battalion-level units in the expeditionary force are equipped with US military instructors.

It is true that these tactics have been taught by US military instructors on weekdays, but not many people can really listen to them, and most people still deal with the Japanese army according to the old routine at home, and everyone always feels that the tactics taught by US military instructors are too troublesome and cumbersome. Today, this direct subordinate company that was rumored to be a god gave Xu Zhao and Yu Kuijiang a good lesson.

"It's our riflemen on the middle of the mountain, and the submachine gunners and ammunition men on the edge of the forest" Yan Shijun had a little more heart, and didn't tell Xu Zhao and Yu Kuijiang, it was Uncle Guo's sniper squad on the middle of the mountain. The sniper rifle that Zhao Zhi worked so hard to get back was already eye-catching, Yan Shijun didn't want to attract the attention of Xu Zhao and Yu Kuijiang, in case they asked Zhao Zhi for a sniper rifle with a shy face, it would be worth the loss.

Fortunately, Uncle Guo was cunning, and just showed his face with his snipers, and then disappeared to the top of the mountain. Xu Zhao and Yu Kuijiang didn't have a chance to see the sniper rifle, but Yu Kuijiang finally asked a few words, and Yan Shijun dealt with it sloppily. Xu Zhaolian's losses were not small, with nearly one-third of the casualties, and after greeting Yan Shijun for a while, the anxious Xu Zhao left to take care of his wounded soldiers.

"Brother Yan, I don't think there are many people in your direct company?" Yu Kuijiang asked Yan Shijun in surprise, the submachine gunners and ammunition men on the edge of the jungle, plus those riflemen on the mountain, are only less than 60 people, is there only so many people in this direct company.

"When our direct company captured Xinpingyang, the casualties were quite large, and some of the additional recruits still stayed in Xinpingyang for training, for the time being, we only came 150 people, and the rest followed Chief Zhao to pursue the enemy in the woods and did not come out" Yan Shijun did not tell a lie, nearly half of the people followed Zhao Zhi in the forest, but not to fight with the Japanese army, but to clean up the spoils obtained from the prisoners.

This time, Zhao Zhi was ordered to attack the Dalong River, bringing all the snipers and 30 submachine gunners, 30 Garand riflemen, the artillery squad of the old artillery and a scout squad of 20 people. The others were left in the mountain camp by Zhao Zhi, Kane as the chief officer, Roger as the training instructor, and the logistics team cooperated with them to train the reinforcements left behind.

Even Yuan Qingqing and Linda, who had been shouting for several days, were thrown by Zhao Zhi in the mountain camp. The Dalong River is not like the previous few times over the jungle, the conditions in the jungle are just worse, but the direct company attacking the Dalong River has to meet the Japanese army face to face, Zhao Zhi doesn't want to be a widower at a young age.

Zhao Zhi, who had been talked about by Xu Zhao and Yu Kuijiang for a long time, didn't know that there were still people waiting for him outside, and at this time he was sitting in a circle with Edward and Lao Artillery, busy discussing the direction of the next move, after all, the headquarters was to directly subordinate the company to find the Japanese army on the front line of the Dalong River, and he couldn't stay in one place all the time.

The ambush of the Xu Zhao infantry company was a purely Burmese force, and there were only a few Japanese soldiers who served as officers among the 100-strong troops. In addition to the more than 20 captives that Xu Zhao had brought out of the forest, Zhao Zhi also held more than 20 Burmese soldiers in the forest.

"Sir, the captives of the Burmese are all held together, do you want to go and see?" Yuan Bao, who had just been transferred to the scout team, rushed over, and did not forget to salute Zhao Zhi as he spoke. Zhao Zhi, who was still full of confidence, suddenly felt a little uneasy, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Yuan Bao saluting him, and his heart was flustered, and his feet slipped.

With the sound of a "pop" gunshot, the sound of "bang", the steel helmet on Zhao Zhi's head was shot out by the bullet, and Zhao Zhi, who was still talking and laughing with everyone just now, fell to the ground and never moved again. Everyone else froze, just staring, no one paying attention to the steel helmet that was still rolling on the ground after being knocked out by the bullet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the figure lying on the ground.

The only thing that everyone thinks of is a burst of brains, just like the Japanese officer who was hit by Uncle Guo, Zhao Zhi, who was hit in the head by a bullet, should also burst his brain now. Zhao Zhi died, looking at the body that no longer moved, he actually died, Zhao Zhi, who had crossed the vast jungle several times and led everyone to fight a way out, actually died.

Edward was the first to rush over, and there were old cannons, dogs, and steamed buns that rushed up like mad dogs, and no one cared about the hidden Japanese gunner. They only had one thing on their minds now, to snatch back Zhao Zhi's body and take him home, and they couldn't leave him in this foreign land.

Yuan Bao still stood stunned in place, he was already scared stupid, Roger had said when he was training them, when fighting, especially when engaging the enemy, don't salute your superiors, that is tantamount to pointing out the target to the enemy.

He actually killed the chief, and the ingots that relieved him staggered and sat down. He also wanted to go over to see Zhao Zhi, but he didn't dare, the anger in the eyes of others when they looked at him could burn him. Yuanbao, who has always been indifferent to anything, has learned to be afraid, but it is too late, his own commander has been killed by himself, and others will not bypass him.

Everyone rushed up and turned Zhao Zhi over, and more than a dozen hands groped around Zhao Zhi, looking for the bullet holes and blood stains in their imagination. Nothing was found, and his head was intact, and looking at Zhao Zhi's face again, it was still that tiresome little white face. The old cannon's reaction, running a few steps, picked up Zhao Zhi's steel helmet, and there was a scratch on it that was ploughed out by a bullet.

"This dog's life is really big, the bullet grazed the steel helmet, and like the previous times, it should have fainted" The old cannon passed the steel helmet to the others. In fact, even if Yuan Bao does not salute Zhao Zhi, it is the same result, Zhao Zhi is still wearing his life-saving German steel helmet, and a German steel helmet suddenly appears in an American steel helmet, and the end is the same as being saluted by the soldier 10 times.

"Ouch, I'm fainting" Zhao Zhi, who was shaken by the dog and the steamed bun, suddenly coughed a few times and woke up faintly. "What the hell are you doing around Lao Tzu? Could it be that Lao Tzu is a woman? People can do whatever they want, get out, Lao Tzu is upset" As soon as Zhao Zhi, who escaped death again, woke up, he returned to his former arrogance and unreasonableness.

"What the hell is the calf, what is he doing in a hurry, why didn't that gun kill you bastard just now" The old cannon was anxious, and he stared at the big bull's eye angrily and stopped talking.

Zhao Zhi, who was still lying on the ground, showed a heartless expression, and suddenly half-sat up and laughed out loud for the rest of his life, "Where is my steel helmet?" What about Lao Tzu's steel helmet? Any of you have seen it, it is Lao Tzu's heirloom" The old cannon heavily buckled the steel helmet he had been carrying on Zhao Zhi's head, and he was still scolding in a low voice, but the expression on his face was extremely relaxed.

The guys who had just been replenished lay on the ground tightly and stared at each other, looking at the officers in front of them who were not nervous at all, knowing that the Japanese gunner just now was still there, and those who were not in order would shoot again. These officers didn't seem to be scared at all, so they got together to laugh, but in fact, they didn't know that the old artillery and their veteran oilmen had already judged the general direction of the Japanese gunners hiding according to the scratches of the bullets on Zhao Zhigang's helmet. The place where Zhao Zhi was lying was a dead end, and he didn't have to worry about being shot coldly again. /AUT