Cleaning up the battlefield, a total of 12 corpses of Japanese soldiers were counted, and all the wounded and dead were mended. Their own people were injured and resisted, how could there be medicine and extra food for these wounded Japanese soldiers, plus the resentment brought by the rout along the way, everyone was very enthusiastic when mending the knife.

Eleven rifles and one pistol were stripped of bullets and placed together, and all the Japanese scouts' rations and belongings were carefully counted and piled up. These Japanese scouts actually carried first-aid kits, which made Lang Zhong in the team very happy. Lang Zhong himself said that he was the only doctor in the team, but everyone liked to call him Lang Zhong, the kind of Tulang who walked the streets and alleys in the countryside. Lang Zhong was originally an ambulance soldier in the Sichuan Army, and later after fleeing to Tengchong, he also worked as a medical officer for a while, and for some reason he also joined the expeditionary force. Lang Zhong put all the first-aid kits into his cowhide backpack, and his mouth was full of words, "Turtle son, do you know that these things can save your life." Take them all and hand them over to me for safekeeping. Ge Laozi, I'm our only doctor, I don't know"

After escaping for so long and walking such a long way, I finally fought with the little devil, and it was a beautiful war of annihilation, so everyone was very proud. Although 6 brothers also died, after all, 12 little devils were killed, and everyone still felt that it was worth it.

The soldiers in the team were in a much better mood, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively, and everyone began to talk and laugh and look through the corpses of the Japanese soldiers to see if they could find anything valuable. Zhao Zhi didn't care much about the little devil's personal things, and he was now working on a Japanese-style 38 rifle. I often hear veterans of the Fifth Army say that the individual combat ability of Japanese soldiers is not ordinarily strong, and today I have seen it. More than 50 people fought an ambush with 12 people, and 6 people were killed, and the crazy counterattack of the Japanese soldiers left a deep impact on Zhao Zhi. After carefully looking at the weapons of the Japanese army, Zhao Zhi came to a conclusion: the superb combat ability of the Japanese soldiers did not come from their weapons, but from themselves.

In fact, the 38 rifle is far less good in the jungle than the Zhongzheng rifle or the British submachine gun, the 38 rifle is too long, and the 38 rifle with a bayonet is difficult to turn around in the bushes. And although the accuracy of the 38 rifle is stronger than that of the Zhongzheng rifle, its bullets basically only cause penetrating wounds, as long as they do not hit the vital point, they will not kill anyone. Unlike Zhongzheng rifle bullets, it is a hole in a person's body, and it is extremely lethal.

For a long time, Zhao Zhi's purpose of entering the jungle was very clear, just to go back to China through the jungle. According to common sense, in such a large jungle, the probability of two small troops encountering is extremely small. But with such a small probability, Zhao Zhi and the others still fought with the scouts of the Japanese army. On the surface, it seemed to be a chance encounter, but Zhao Zhi didn't see it that way, he always felt that something was wrong. Then their encounter with the Japanese army is enough to prove that Xiucai and Goat's opinion is right, that at least means that in the jungle in this area, there are other Japanese troops, many Japanese soldiers, because they have supply points nearby.

Zhao Zhi looked at the soldiers who were happily looting the booty, and he was very melancholy in his heart, feeling that his military quality was too poor. I knew that there would be the current situation, and when I was in the special training class for officers, I should have listened to the instructors' lectures. Otherwise, he can completely bring these brothers in front of him back to the past, and bring back a lot of them.

A bad feeling enveloped Zhao Zhi, it was a breath of death. Zhao Zhi, who has already killed people, is not afraid of death, he thinks that he will die on the battlefield after all, but he doesn't want to die abroad and be a lonely ghost. In order to compete for the spoils of war, Longhair and Uncle Guo are still scolding. Xiucai, who studied Japanese when he was in college, looked at the captured map of the Japanese army with a solemn expression, not knowing what he was thinking. The machete still found a stone to sharpen, and from time to time he tested the sharpness of the blade with his fingers.

The bushes rattled a few times, and the goat returned with two soldiers. They followed the footprints of the Japanese scouts for a long distance, and did not find the so-called Japanese supply points, and the goats were afraid that everyone would worry, so they withdrew. "Didn't you?" Zhao Zhi fell into contemplation, whether he was looking in the wrong direction. Could it be that the scouts of the Japanese army went around in circles and turned to this area before they collided with their own group? So why did the Japanese scouts go around in circles in the jungle?

"Kela", who was in charge of staying in the tree to keep guard, suddenly pulled the bolt of the gun. "Hidden, hidden, something's coming," the boy whispered under the tree. Uncle Guo and the long-haired gang reacted very quickly, and dragged the corpses of the Japanese soldiers into the bushes. The rest of the men dug through the mud with steel helmets to cover the blood on the ground, and covered it with a layer of leaves, so that if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't have seen a battle here.

The grass rattled, and the boy who was squatting in the tree nervously raised his gun and aimed at the shaking long grass. A head with a steel helmet peeked out of the grass nest, and another was two men with guns. To be precise, the soldiers of the two expeditionary forces, because they were wearing the military uniforms of the expeditionary forces and were holding Zhongzheng rifles. The goat made a gesture, and the machete on the opposite side quietly touched it, and a tiger pounced, knocked one to the ground, and put the long knife drawn out on the neck of the other. "Mo's Dongnai, which part of you are?" The grinning long-haired man leaned over and asked the diminutive soldier who had been pounced. The two soldiers of the "National Army" heard the long-haired Hunan accent, and their eyes widened at the boss. "Are you a national army? We are the Fifth Army's Telephone Company," the tall soldier with a knife around his neck suddenly spoke.

"Female?" Hearing the voice of the tall soldier, Zhao Zhi and the others were stunned, why are there still female soldiers? The machete let go of them, and he handed over the two captured rice balls. The two female soldiers didn't care about thanking them, holding the rice balls in both hands, swallowing them in a big gulp, eating too quickly, and rolling their eyes in a choked manner. The rice balls were eaten, and the female soldiers had the spirit, "Which of you is the chief?" The tall female soldier asked the ragged soldiers in front of her. Whoa, everyone tacitly let Zhao Zhi out, "This is our chief Zhao Zhi" The honest and honest uncle introduced Zhao Zhi.

"Hello sir, I am Zhao Wanqing, a colonel spy officer of the Fifth Army's telephone company, and she is my orderly soldier Zhao Yan. We still have more than 20 people in the mountains and forests over there, can the chief take us with him? Zhao Wanqing really couldn't find Zhao Zhi's military rank, but looking at the more than 50 fierce soldiers in front of her, I thought that Zhao Zhi's military rank should not be too low, not to mention that Zhao Zhi still had a pistol and binoculars on his body.

"Ah, this, I'm Zhao Zhi, the captain quartermaster of the Fifth Army's logistics, this commander really doesn't dare to be" Zhao Zhi hurriedly returned the military salute.

"It's been a long time, and you don't have my sister Wanqing's official degree." Zhao Yan, who had a pair of round eyes, wrinkled her small nose at Zhao Zhi cutely, "Is there still that rice ball?" Let's get a few more. It's been 4 days since we entered the jungle, and we haven't eaten well, and the little devil has been chasing us" Zhao Zhi hurriedly signaled to the rich man in charge of logistics to hand over a few rice balls, and Xiucai asked with concern, "The devil has been chasing you, why?" ”

Zhao Wanqing swallowed the rice ball in her mouth, "We have taken the radio of the military department and have been looking for domestic signals, and the devil may have monitored our signal."

Zhao Zhi and Xiucai glanced at each other with a clear heart, which is not difficult to explain why the scouts of the Japanese army are going around in circles in the jungle. It turned out that the target was the high-power radio station of the military headquarters, and Zhao Zhi and the others were just happened to be bumped into by the Japanese scouts.

Because of the persuasion of the goat and Zhao Zhi, the team finally decided to find Zhao Wanqing and the more than 20 people they were hiding.

The lovely Zhao Yan quickly won everyone's love, and along the way, Zhao Yan got along with everyone very well. Uncle Guo even gave Zhao Yan the nickname of Bailing, and Zhao Wanqing, who had been walking in the middle of the team, did not have this treatment, but Zhao Wanqing was also secretly observing everyone in the team.

Except for the temporary commander Zhao Zhi, the other soldiers were all from the new 22nd Division, and they were also from the same regiment. Everyone in the team had a nickname, including Zhao Zhi and when they spoke to each other, they only called their respective nicknames, not their names. This shows that these guys are very grouped and will not trust anyone easily. And almost all of the people in this squad are veterans, everyone has their own unique skills, and the combat effectiveness of such a squad may not be the strongest, but the life-saving kung fu is absolutely first-class. His more than 20 remnants of the defeated army followed them, and they didn't know whether it was good or bad. These people are all veterans, not fuel-efficient guys, and it is not easy for them to obey their orders and smoothly bring their people back to China. Relying on Zhao Zhi's little white face alone, I don't know if I can suppress these soldiers, Zhao Wanqing sighed secretly in her heart.

In the next march, due to the addition of Zhao Wanqing and Zhao Yan, everyone no longer felt bored. However, Zhao Zhi was still very cautious in sending scouts, not only because he was worried about meeting the Japanese army. When marching in this primeval jungle, in addition to guarding against all kinds of poisonous insects and wild beasts, you must also pay attention to the road under your feet. Maybe the place you step on next will be a void and mud, and if you don't pay attention, your whole person will be swallowed up, silently leaving no trace. Therefore, the team can only step on the path protruded by the machete, and advance one after the other, for fear of accidents.

The team just walked and stopped, and after walking for about half an hour, the trees in front of them suddenly began to thin. "Oh, there is our camp in front, we were fetching water, and we heard the gunshots from your side, so we went over" Zhao Yan pointed to the front and explained to everyone.

Zhao Zhi heard a sound of running water, which came from the direction Zhao Yan pointed. The team walked a short distance, bypassing a bush, and the front suddenly opened up. A small river 3 or 4 meters wide stretched in front of me, and the slow flow of water washed over the aquatic plants and rocks on the riverbank. There are also some rotten trees and weeds in the gentle beach, and it can be seen that the small river was formed by heavy rain for several days. The machete walked to the river, probed the depth of the water with his long knife, and looked at the river carefully. "It's okay, the river is not deep, you can wade through, there are small fish in the water, this water is boiling, it should be able to drink" The machete turned to Zhao Zhi and said.

"Take off your shoes and socks and prepare to cross the river" Zhao Zhi took the lead in taking off his military boots. As a scout in the squad, the machete is naturally the first to cross the river. Holding a few wooden sticks that had just been chopped, the machete went barefoot into the water, the river was not flowing fast, and his feet were cold. This reminded the machete of the small river outside the cottage, whenever the weather was hot, the machete would go to the river with his companions to swim, which was also a cool feeling.

The machete thrust the sticks into the river, marking a safe path for the brothers behind. 3. The river is 4 meters wide, and the machete is on the opposite bank in a few steps, turning around and gesticulating, beckoning everyone to cross the river. But no one expected that almost at the same time, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet was fired from the bushes on the opposite bank. The whirling bullet hit the back of the machete, and the sudden bullet brought huge kinetic energy made the machete stumble and plunge into the river.

"Hide, hide," cried the goat, and everyone jumped into the river, lying dead on the river's edge. Lang Zhong desperately pounced on the machete, he wanted to see how the machete was. "Honestly lying on his stomach" The long-haired red eyes hooked Lang Zhong with one foot, but he crawled to the machete along the river and checked the condition of the machete. "Don't go over, stay honest," Uncle Guo hugged Lang Zhong tightly, "We are injured, with you, there is still hope to live." If you get shot, who of us can save you" "Poof" The machete that was desperately shaken by Long Hair opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of river water, and opened his eyes.

"Don't come here, this dog's life is big, the bullet hit the knife in the back, no one can do anything" Longhair showed everyone as if he was invited, and the long knife he pulled out from the back of the machete, and the knife was inlaid with a bullet.