Zhao Zhi and his dogs have been lying in this grass nest for more than an hour, they are not hiding, but accumulating physical strength. The lack of food has seriously affected everyone's physical strength, and the routs who parted ways with them are still cats in the jungle, and Zhao Zhi and them are already a day ahead of them.

Sure enough, as the goat said, Zhao Zhi and they could see the Burmese in the grass nest. It is a valley within a river valley, and a river passes through the valley to divide the valley into two parts. The Burmese village was on the larger side, a small wooden bridge crossed the river, and a few Burmese in tube skirts were busy in the rice fields on the other side of the small valley, not noticing that hundreds of ragged Chinese soldiers were hiding in the grass nest on the edge of the rice fields. The old cannon looked at the buffalo led by the Burmese, and muttered "Damn, this big cow is enough for us to eat" The long hair lying on the side nodded sympathetically, and the hungry dogs now look at all living creatures except people.

Zhao Zhi had been observing with a telescope for a long time, he nodded at the goat and raised the gun in his hand. Seeing Zhao Zhi's movements, the doglegs pulled the bolt of the gun one after another, sticking the muzzle out of the grass. Goats and machetes jumped out of the grass with a dozen dogs with good physical strength and touched towards the Burmese village. The female soldier nicknamed Da Confused followed the machete closely, there was no way, only Da Confused understood Burmese among all the dog legs. Therefore, only Paida, who followed the forward into the village in advance, Zhao Zhi needed to get the news of the Japanese army from the Burmese people.

More than a dozen ragged guys were very embarrassed to step on the ridges of the rice fields and rush towards the Burmese who were working. The big daze of hungry eyes first rushed to what the Burmese had put on the ground, and she had already seen the food. As soon as he opened the basket, he grabbed a piece of rice cake and stuffed it into his mouth. The big confusion that was choked by the rice baba rolled his eyes, and he directly held the basket and stuffed the rice cakes into the mouths of the dogs one by one. These ragged creatures like Hanako, one by one, desperately stuffed food into their mouths like starving ghosts, and frightened the Burmese who had already pounced on the rice fields.

After drinking a few sips of water, he exhaled a long breath of confusion, angrily looked at the guys who were fighting for rice, and went directly into the battle group, desperately scrambling, and shouted in his mouth, "Leave me a piece, I just ate a piece" An old man from Myanmar who was knocked down looked at the big confusion suspiciously, "Are you Chinese?" After scuffling with the dogs, and still holding half a piece of rice in his mouth, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the old man, "Do you speak Chinese?" ”

"I am the village chief here, we used to be the territory of the Qing Dynasty, and my ancestors were in the Qing Dynasty," the old man's Chinese accent was thick Yunnan, and the machete stepped forward to hug his fist very respectfully. The machete, who also spoke with a Yunnan accent, chatted with the old man very happily, and in a few words, he knew that there were no Japanese troops in this village. The goat with food in its belly waved the gun in its hand vigorously at Zhao Zhi and beckoned them to come over.

Hundreds of people stood up in the grass, startling the Burmese people in the fields, who couldn't believe that there were so many people hiding here. The machete came to Zhao Zhi with the old man, "Dad, this is our chief" The old man knelt down, in his opinion, Zhao Zhi with hundreds of people, how can he be a big man" The grass people knocked to see the general" The old man kowtowed on the ground. "Old man, hurry up" Zhao Zhi, who couldn't cry or laugh, hurriedly helped the old man up, "I'm not a general, I'm just temporarily in charge of my brothers, just call me Zhao Zhi"

Xu is a warm smile on Zhao Zhi's face, and the old village chief is very enthusiastic about Zhao Zhi. He gathered the people in the village, and every family produced rice and vegetables, and killed a cow. Dozens of women in the village went into battle together, preparing food for Zhao Zhi and them. In the gentle beach of the river at the edge of the village, Zhao Zhi and the others soaked in the water together. All the military uniforms were soaked in an herb by the village elders, so that the parasites on the clothes could be killed, and Zhao Zhi didn't want his brothers to die at the hands of the damned parasites.

Rubbing his ribs, Zhao Zhi smoked comfortably, I don't know when, he has become a standard old smoking gun. The brothers frolicked naked in the water, rubbing each other's backs. The female soldiers were bathing in the upper reaches of the river, and Da Da Da, dressed in Burmese costumes, stood on the bank of the river with two female soldiers to guard the male soldiers for peeping. The doglegs are still obedient along the way, and they can't eat enough, so there are other thoughts there. More than a dozen female soldiers have been taken care of by everyone along the way, and they have long regarded themselves as members of the doglegs.

The noon sun was warm, and everyone was lying in the river, letting the river wash over their bodies. Herbal soaked military uniforms were spread all over the riverbank, and the naked Lang Zhong held several jars of herbs and asked everyone to smear them on each other's bodies. Several razors captured by the Japanese army were sharpened by machetes, because everyone had lice in their hair, so Zhao Zhi gave a death order, requiring everyone to shave the hair on their bodies.

The old cannon, who had become black and thin, with a few guys, stood in a row in the river with eyebrows and eyes, beckoning everyone, "Deflated calves, all line up for Lao Tzu." Lao Tzu used to kill pigs and shave pig hair when he was at home. Hurry up, don't delay Lao Tzu's time" The doglegs were reluctantly shaved by the old cannon, touched their bare heads, and laughed in the river in unison. "Damn, why is it always cold in the crotch of these pants" The old cannon, who had just put on his military uniform, was very unaccustomed to writhing his body. A dozen wounded soldiers in the ranks were also brought in and placed by the river. Lang Zhong led a few people to strip them naked like pigs, and wiped their bodies with a cloth dipped in water. Of course, they can't escape being shaved clean by the old cannon.

Everyone finally put on their military uniforms and went up to the riverbank in unison, and more than 300 people stood on the riverbank. The tattered uniforms had been sewn up by the Burmese women in the village, and everyone finally looked like soldiers again. Everyone made fun of each other's bald heads and joked with each other. There was a burst of footsteps, and more than a dozen female soldiers with the same bald heads walked from the upper riverbank. Except for a few female soldiers who followed Lang Zhong and the rich man, most of them were gunners under the old gunners, after all, they didn't have to charge to fight. The female artillerymen not only learned how to use grenadiers, but also learned the character of the old artillery. For Zhao Zhi's orders, they carried out them very resolutely, but Da Confused and Zhao Yan's knife skills were too poor, and some female soldiers still had unshaved hair on their heads. The angry old cannon rushed up and pressed their heads and shaved them again. The male soldiers thought of their cool crotch, and looked at the female soldiers with obscene expressions, and only after receiving the old cannon's fists and confused eyes did they become honest.

Zhao Zhi looked at the hundreds of bald heads in front of him, and smiled secretly in his heart. Coughing slightly, Zhao Zhi's face was straight, he saluted the dogs, and said in a deep voice, "Brothers, we have walked out of the jungle for the time being, but there is still a more difficult road ahead." Standing here are all my brothers, my brothers who can rest assured, and I will tell you why I have to go to Mengguan. I am in charge of munitions, and as you know, I once read a contact list between the British army and the expeditionary force, and the British army had some material warehouses in the area around Mengguan. The purpose of our trip to Mengguan is for the supplies of the British army. ”

Raising his hand and suppressing some of everyone's discussions, Zhao Zhi continued, "For the sake of these British supplies, we can't stay here for too long." We have lost contact with the expeditionary force's brigade entering the mountains, and the radio has been thrown away, so we are left on our own. We have to rush ahead of other troops, find the British army's material warehouse in Mengguan, and get these supplies. This is the guarantee for us to climb the Gaoligong Mountain, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we must hold on tightly. ”

"Then if the British don't give it, what will we do?" Da asked stupidly.

"Don't give? Hehe" Uncle Guo licked his lips, smiled gloomily, and patted the gun in his hand, "Let's get past the gun in Lao Tzu's hand first."

Xiucai, who was also smiling, spread his legs, holding a Japanese adjutant knife in his hand, and muttered Japanese at everyone. A few dogs were very cooperative, holding 38 rifles, and they also shouted at everyone. Zhao Zhi pursed his lips and smiled slightly, "See, if the Japanese army is attacking the British army, and we just happened to save the British army, what will happen?" ”

Confused or uneasy, he asked, "The British are too stingy, if you don't do this for us?" ”

"Then let the Japanese army destroy the British army, the combat effectiveness of the British army is not good. If the British army dies or flees, won't the supplies still be ours," Zhao Zhi said fiercely about the back hand of his plan.

On the drying field at the entrance of the village, dozens of tables were set up in a long line, and more than a hundred villagers in the village sat down with Zhao Zhi and them. The old village chief picked up a bowl of wine, walked in front of Zhao Zhi, and raised his hands with both hands, "Sir Zhao, a bowl of rice wine, please drink it full" Zhao Zhi took the bowl of rice wine, smiled, opened his mouth and drank it. The old village chief looked at the empty wine bowl, gave a thumbs up, and exclaimed, "Good amount of wine, good spirit"

The hundreds of dog-legged people who took a bath and wore clean military uniforms sat together, eating fragrant meals and drinking mellow rice wine, as if they had returned home. There were several dishes in front of everyone, full of all kinds of food, and a group of villagers were giggling, smoking hookahs and laughing at everyone. While eating, several female soldiers couldn't hold back at first, hugged their heads and cried. In that vast jungle, there are still countless brothers and sisters, countless brothers and sisters, living and dead. The people who walked out of the jungle were all scarred, in tattered military uniforms, with dishes on their faces, all of them looked like skeletons, and only a skeleton was wrapped in the tattered military uniform. There are too many memories of them in the jungle, and the people who come out have left their souls in it, and all they have now is a heart to go home and a shell.

"Damn, where did this sand come from" Uncle Guo, who wanted to cover up, lowered his head and rubbed his reddened eyes, and walked to a clearing with his hands behind his back. In fact, he didn't know that everyone had already seen his tear-soaked clothes. The goat, who was also teary-eyed, raised a bowl of wine and shouted loudly, "Don't cry with a sad face, for us to get out of the jungle alive and make a bowl" The goat, who has always been not good at words, was so bold that everyone responded. For a while, the atmosphere was very lively, and the guys who had a little less alcohol were already lying on the ground, still talking nonsense.