The sky gradually brightened, and the rain and fog in the jungle were hazy, and it was difficult to see clearly from dozens of meters away. Compared to the night, the rain at this time was much lighter, but it was still dripping and dripping, and the mountain road was extremely slippery.

The machete was walking through the mountains and forests with a dozen scouts, all wearing raincoats, but there was still rain running down the collar into the clothes, and the mountain wind blew and chilled. The machete, still unsmiling, walked at the front, steady under his feet, but looked around from time to time.

The destination of the machete's scout team was Xinpingyang, west of the Hukang Valley, where there was a mixed Japanese-Burmese force. The China-Burma highway planned by the headquarters will pass through Xinpingyang, and Zhao Zhi's direct company and Ye Tian's infantry battalion need to destroy the Japanese-Burmese mixed force entrenched in Xinpingyang to ensure the safety of the engineer regiment.

Zhao Zhi didn't believe the map issued by the headquarters, so he sent goats and machetes with a scout team to go out of the jungle to search for the exact location of Xinpingyang. As for Ye Tian's infantry battalion, Zhao Zhi didn't want to have too much to do with them, at least not now.

Xinpingyang is the throat area on the west side of the Hukang Valley, and it is a difficult flat land in the Hukang Valley, surrounded by mountains and mountains. The headquarters has rejected the plan to build an airfield in the valley camp, and they have already taken a fancy to Xinpingyang, when the sappers will build an airfield in Xinpingyang, provided that Zhao Zhi and they must take Xinpingyang first.

After walking more than ten miles, the scouts behind the machete were exhausted, and the muddy mountain road consumed a lot of their physical strength. The veterans who have been following Zhao Zhi are okay, and there are a few scouts in the team who have been newly replenished. As soon as the morning breeze blew, the body that was wet by the rain felt chills, which made people shrink and shiver.

"How long are we going to go?" The kid finally couldn't stand it anymore and opened his mouth and muttered in a low voice.

"Let's go, we are soldiers, it is natural to eat food and fight, the commander didn't say it, you just keep going, there are so many whining words."

"But there are no little devils in sight here, so can't we rest for a while? The rain hasn't stopped, has it? ”

These whining words were not loud or small, just enough for the machete walking at the head of the team to hear, and the veterans were all closed and did not dare to speak, but they were just glancing at the machete with their eyes to see how the head of the family responded to it. The machete naturally heard all these whining words, and only smiled faintly, but did not answer.

Seeing that the machete kept at his feet, he didn't even look back, and he simply ignored it, and the recruits muttered for a while, and when they felt bored, they also closed their mouths, and tried their best to deal with the slippery under their feet. In fact, these guys just complained, and when they saw that the machete didn't pay attention to them at all, they had to follow honestly and continue to march.

The rain had finally stopped, and the machete's young face had been covered with dew from the rain and mist, even his eyebrows. Drops of water coalesced and formed on his helmet, and then slid down the helmet onto his raincoat and the ground.

Suddenly, the machete half-crouched on the spot, and hit the stopped fingers with his left hand, and the whole person froze there, listening to something with his attentive ears. Seeing the machete's reaction, the scouts behind him were stunned, and then they also half-squatted down, raising their guns and aiming around, the two snipers at the end of the team were already hidden in the long grass, ready to provide fire support for the scout team. The cooperation between these scouts has already experienced countless baptisms of jungle fighting, and they are already very skilled moves, so when they see the movement of the machete, they just react normally.

The machete didn't know why he stopped suddenly, he just felt a strange thing in the fog on the other side, which made the machete feel very uncomfortable. Through the fog in front of him, the machete seemed to hear a sound and was leaning towards him, but he couldn't be sure if it was a man or a wild thing.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes have passed, and the machete still has no intention of standing up, still holding his breath and listening half-squatting. The more times like this, the more you can't be in a hurry, hunting is a patience, and the machete plans to wait. The sniper hidden in the long grass had searched the other side through the sniper scope, but found nothing.

This mission came a little suddenly, the map provided by the British had already been denied by Zhao Zhi, and the specific location of Xin Pingyang was not known to the direct company at all, but it was searching in the direction provided by Ye Tianying. The scout team of the machetes was the most walking, about 10 miles away from the brigade behind and the gap, and once they exchanged fire with the Japanese army, there was no backup at all. There are five new recruits in the scout team, although they have also been trained in Ramgarh, but they have no experience in jungle warfare, and in the eyes of the machete, they can only be considered new recruits.

But there is no way, the direct company now has more guns and fewer soldiers, and the artillery and logistics account for more than half of the number, Zhao Zhi has to take those mountain guns to set off together, and most of the manpower is used just to transport those mountain guns. Fortunately, Zhao Zhi and the others caught a few local mountain people and found the mountain road hidden in the forest, otherwise they would have dismantled those mountain cannons, and they couldn't bring those mountain cannons with just more than 100 people.

Most of the direct company with mountain artillery and mules and horses was still marching behind slowly, Zhao Zhi was deliberately dragging his feet, and the limelight of the direct company was enough. Xinpingyang is just a small place, and Zhao Zhi can't steal the limelight with Ye Tian's infantry battalion. After discussing with Uncle Guo for a long time, they came up with this way to slow down the march, and the supplies were sufficient anyway.

The officers had already received Zhao Zhi's order, and the goats and machetes had also slowed down the search, but they didn't know that it was precisely because Zhao Zhi needed to transport mountain artillery through the mountains and forests that the direct company had now made a big circle and arrived on the side of Xinpingyang. More than 20 miles away, the leading machete team will be able to see the new Pingyang from the mountains.

"Sir, would you like to send a few brothers to take a look?" Seeing that the machete was so cautious, a scout asked the machete in a low voice. The ability of the machete in the jungle, they are all known to these veterans, how many times it is by relying on the extraordinary reaction of the machete, everyone can also save the day, I hope this time it will be the machete mistake.

It was too late for the machete to stop the scout from speaking, and as the scout's voice rang out, the extremely subtle sounds in the fog on the opposite side suddenly all disappeared. The machete suddenly turned around and waved his hand in horror, "Spread out, spread out, there are Japanese troops, there are Japanese troops" Ignoring the hidden danger on the other side, the machete still opened its mouth and screamed, although it suppressed its voice, but it still spread far away in the open mountain forest.

As soon as the scouts retreated into the grass, several figures appeared in the fog opposite, all with guns. "Not the Japanese army?" The guys who appeared on the opposite side, they were all wearing Japanese uniforms, but their faces didn't look like Japanese, and the machetes were confused. "To fight or not to fight?" The scouts all looked at the machete, waiting for the machete to give the order.

"Damn, it's Burmese" Finally a guy spoke, very standard Burmese, this is a group of Burmese servant army, it is a guy who picks up foreign land behind the Japanese army, which is equivalent to the puppet army in the country. After confirming the identity of the person who came, the machete listened to the movement and made sure that there was no other enemy on Thursday, so he waved his arm to signal that he wanted to take down these Burmese puppet troops.

When the Burmese soldiers were still in the fog, they already felt that something was wrong, but they never heard any movement, so they carefully came out of the fog. A total of 7 Burmese soldiers all used Japanese 38 rifles and a full set of Japanese-style equipment, but their dark faces and stiff movements were different from those of the Japanese soldiers.

Out of the fog, the Burmese soldiers were obviously a lot more relaxed, and the rifles that had been held flat were also lowered, but they were still cautiously stepping under their feet, and their eyes were constantly looking around. Looking at their virtues, it is estimated that as soon as there is any movement, they will immediately scatter as birds and beasts, and immediately turn back and flee into the mist.

Now that they were here, the machete could help them flee back again, and after making a gesture of preparing for an attack, the machete slowly drew the katana on his back, but his eyes were staring directly at the Burmese soldier walking in front. The scouts behind him also drew their daggers or bayonets from their waists, and pressed their bodies to the ground in the grass, their bodies all covered with thatch, as long as they did not approach, they would not be easy to find.

A bamboo whistle suddenly sounded behind the Burmese soldiers, and the Burmese soldiers reflexively turned their heads to look, but a few hairballs rushed out of the grass and pounced on them. Poof, poof, poof, the sound of knives piercing into flesh sounded, and the joints of the limbs of the seven Burmese soldiers were pierced all over by sharp blades, and their jaws were artificially twisted off. This was given to the scouts by Roger so that the captives would not escape and commit suicide, so that they could ask for information.

"A few of you send them back to the chief, and the rest will follow me to cover the break," the machete randomly ordered a few scouts, signaling them to set up the prisoners and go first, and he would take someone to cut them off. "Da "Poof", "Poof", "Poof", "Poof", the scouts who couldn't be on guard were immediately knocked down, and blood mist splattered from the bullet holes on their bodies.

"Hide, hide," the machete responded, immediately lowering his body and directing the remaining scouts to drag the wounded brethren into the grass. The gunshots in the fog rang out, and the bullets were much more dense, and the machetes flew wildly on their side. "It's the Japanese army" machete beat his head in annoyance, he had just patronized the capture of prisoners, but he forgot to search first, and it must have been the Japanese soldiers who followed the Burmese soldiers who fired the shots.

"Slowly retreat, pay attention to concealment" The machete gestured, directing his scouts to slowly retreat to the way they came. Now the fog on the mountain ridge has not completely dispersed, and the machete bet on the Japanese army does not dare to chase after them at will. Sure enough, as the machete thought, the Japanese fought for a while, and when they saw that the machete did not return fire, they slowly stopped shooting. /AUT