Yu Shinan is a burly man with a height of one meter eight, with a thick black face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. But the long trek in the jungle made him look a lot more stiff now, and he looked like an old man. Behind Deng Junlin was a group of soldiers, they were from the spy platoon, and their main task was to protect Yu Shinan. The small bag wrapped in layers of oilcloth on Yu Shinan's back is the lifeblood of these guys of the new 22nd Division, and the bag is a code book.

Holding a wooden stick in his hand and dragging his legs like lead, Yu Shinan staggered through the jungle with the soldiers of the special service platoon. The soldiers were even more tired than him, and when they came into contact with the Japanese search team, in order to cover Yu Shinan, the special service platoon sacrificed nearly half of its people. When the Japanese army was engaged in fire, the new 22nd Division did not carry out an effective counterattack and defense at all, and was driven away by the more than 100 Japanese troops. The Japanese leather shoes were not advantageous compared to the straw shoes of the 22nd Division, so in fact, the Japanese did not kill many people of the New 22nd Division, but only drove them back into the jungle.

Colonel Yu Shinan only gathered less than 200 people, all of whom were bare-handed, and the pistols in the waists of individual officers had rusted and turned into scrap metal. Yu Shinan's eyes looked gloomy, and the conceited and swarthy face on his face had begun to become listless. As soon as the team came out of the jungle to engage the Japanese army, he was escorted by a group of guards and fled first, leaving the others far behind, leaving the Japanese army behind.

Everyone had long run out of food, and the marching soldiers began to pick wild fruits on the vines as they walked. Yu Shinan also picked a wild fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, but after only one bite, his mouth was numb. Yu Shinan endured the astringency and numbness, stiffened his neck and swallowed more than a dozen wild fruits, and his empty stomach felt better.

There is a white fog in the sky, and although it is not a sunny day, it will not rain again. The guys of the new 22nd Division, who had been driven back into the jungle, began to drill out of the jungle again, continuing to follow the previous route, hoping to leave the jungle sooner. After walking for about two hours, the vast white fog in the mountains and forests had begun to thinn, and the sky had begun to appear blue.

Turning a mountain cliff, the field of vision suddenly opened up, and a miraculous open field appeared in front of it, a flat field of about 4 or 5 acres of land. "Stop, stand still" Out of the grass came two men in straw clothes, their rifles pointed at the routs, the spikes on their rifles glistening in the sunlight.

"I'm Yu Shinan, the intelligence officer of the colonel of the new 22nd Division, which unit are you from?" Yu Shinan, who came out of the crowd, asked weakly the person holding the rifle.

"You're new 22? Come with us, we are also from the 22nd Division, and we broke through from the Miwa Highway" Two vigilant sentries entered the pingchang with a group of nearly 200 or so routs.

There is sparse thatch growing around the lawfield, and the whole lawfield is in the shape of a horseshoe, and there is a river on the opposite side. The left and right sides are surrounded by small hills, making the whole flat look more like a dustpan, surrounded by heavy mountains. Yu Shinan walked all the way, looking at the soldiers who were busy in the field. This group of guys who claim to be the new 22 is different from Yu Shinan's embarrassment, they are all British military uniforms and military boots on their feet. And they have a normal complexion, and they walk vigorously and agilely. Now that they are starving, why are these people starving?

Just as Yu Shinan was thinking in his heart and paused at his feet, a bamboo raft that had been floating on the river in front of him docked. A bald-headed man came down from the bamboo raft, carrying a crudely woven bamboo cage in his hand. While the big man was struggling to walk through the mud on the bank of the river, he shouted loudly, "Rich man, rich man, Lao Tzu has caught fish, there are a lot of them, come quickly."

The shirtless, shirtless and bareheaded man walked straight towards a straw shed with smoke in his hands. Yu Shinan looked in the direction of the big man's travel, and a person came out of the grass hut and slowly descended the hillside. It was a young man, pale, and a little staggering when he walked. Tall and sleek, he wears a tattered but neat British military uniform, with his trouser legs spread out and no leggings.

"You are my own uncle, didn't my aunt and grandmother not let you go out to blow the wind? Why are you going out again" Out of the hut came another young man, the same British uniform, the same bald head, but he had an extra rifle on his body. The young man with the rifle on his back hugged the young man who was walking in disguise and went down the hill together.

"Which army are you?" The young man with a wooden stick asked Yu Shinan.

The soldier of the special service platoon behind Yu Shinan interjected and shouted, "You call Lao Tzu that unit" The young man with the rifle on his back showed anger on his face, pointed at the arrogant soldier of the special service platoon, and said, "Boy, our commander asks you, talk well"

"Boss of the ball, you call me a **" Yu Shinan listened to his arrogant answer, and his head was about to explode. These guys in the spy platoon are usually arrogant, they are all the guys who are the boss and the second in the past few days, and now they have all fallen into such a situation, and they are still like this.

The routs relied on their large numbers and surrounded the two young men in the middle, and their mouths were already swearing. The young man with the wooden stick did not change his face, still with a faint smile, looked around at the defeated soldiers, and said, "It's all an expeditionary force, don't hurt the harmony."

The "ball" was pushed by the young man with his hand, and the young man stumbled and fell to the ground diagonally. The routs burst into laughter, and the young man with a rifle on his back helped the man who fell, and kept complaining, "I told you to leave them alone, you didn't listen, now it's okay, it's comfortable to fall."

Yu Shinan also complained that he thought of the routs who had fallen to such a point, and they were still so arrogant, but it was too late to stop the fall, so he just stood aside and watched coldly. The young man with the rifle on his back looked at the routs around him with a smile, reached out and took out a bamboo whistle, and blew it. Three bamboo whistles sounded in succession, and dozens of guys in British uniforms rushed down from the hills on both sides, all with guns in their hands, and surrounded the routs in the middle. The bald man on the bank of the river also threw the bamboo cage and ran over quickly.

"Xiucai, what's wrong? Okay, what whistle do you blow? The big man squeezed into the crowd and asked the young man with the gun on his back. Xiucai pointed to a few defeated soldiers in front of him, "Then beat the chief" "Slap" The big man's slap fell on Xiucai's neck, and he scolded, "What a deflated calf, is the guy in your hand fake?" Hold Lao Tzu on fire and beat him, damn stupid"

"Steamed buns, steamed buns, what are you looking at on dog days, the chief called someone to beat, be careful that my aunt and grandmother came back and skinned you" The big man shouted in the crowd with his throat pulled. "Snap" A wooden stick fell on the big man's buttocks, "Lao Pao, you are a shit, shut up Lao Tzu, I'm annoyed" Lao Pao covered his buttocks, and looked at Zhao Zhi who was taking back the wooden stick with a sad look in his eyes, that is, the young man who was walking in secret.

"Dog's day, I don't know what to do," the old cannon squeezed out of the crowd to find his bamboo cage. Normally, Zhao Zhi spoke like this, naturally there was no fight to fight, and the doglegs who went down the hill left separately to continue their guard mission. Zhao Zhi They found this flat field two days ago, and a lot of wild vegetables, birds and beasts were found around, Zhao Zhi decided to rest here for a while, so as to find the officers and soldiers of the 22nd Division scattered in the jungle.

In the grass hut built with raincoat and thatch, Yu Shinan saw the young man who was walking in hives just now, Zhao Zhi. The straw shed is not small, there are already four people in it, and Yu Shinan did not seem crowded when he entered. A handsome soldier wearing a steel helmet was reprimanding Zhao Zhi in a low voice, Zhao Zhi was just sitting on a stone, nodding mechanically to say wrong, and the two bald male soldiers next to him were desperately suppressing their smiles.

"You're here, sit down" Seeing Yu Shinan coming in, Zhao Zhi seemed to see a savior, and hurriedly greeted Yu Shinan. Seeing Zhao Zhi's appearance, the soldier wearing a steel helmet stomped his feet angrily and turned his head out of the grass shed. "Dog, you go with you," Zhao Zhi commanded a bald soldier with a cunning face. The dog pouted and complained to Zhao Zhi, "My aunt is a woman, it's inconvenient for me to be a big man, you can change a female soldier to follow my aunt and grandmother."

"Hurry up, get out, Lao Tzu will be angry for a while, so I will let you go with the wrench" Zhao Zhi viciously threatened the dog. Since Yuan Qingqing began to take care of Zhao Zhi, Uncle Guo changed Yuan Qingqing's nickname "Little Aunt and Grandma", and also sent the smart and clever dog to be Yuan Qingqing's guard, and looked at Zhao Zhi by the way, not letting him run around for a day, which would affect the recovery of the wound.

"Let you see and laugh, it's all your own brothers, and you're used to joking" Zhao Zhi threw Yu Shinan a cigarette, this was the last pack of cigarettes, or after the capture of the Japanese army, it was secretly hidden by the rich man. This was still when Zhao Zhi's wound was painful, so he only smoked one, and Yuan Qingqing didn't let him smoke more.

"I heard that you are an intelligence officer, are you familiar with the terrain of northern Burma?" Zhao Zhi asked Yu Shinan leisurely, Ma Jiang had never been here, and Zhao Zhi felt that they had lost their way. He urgently needed someone who knew the terrain and needed to get his bearings as quickly as possible.

Yu Shinan took a small branch and drew it on the ground, "You see, this is our approximate location now, in the Hugang Valley in Myanmar. To the north is Sunbula and grapes, to the east is Gaoligong Mountain, and to the south is Menggong and Magao. Before Yu Shinan's words fell, there was a sound of airplanes in the air, and everyone looked at the sky one after another. I saw a plane slowly flying through the sky.

"Ignition" The old cannon shouted to the dogs, and in an instant, several large firewood piles in the middle of the lawn field were ignited, and the firewood piles poured with gasoline were very strong, and the doglegs threw in some wet leaves, and the smoke rose immediately. The plane in the air finally saw the smoke rising below, and the pilot took a rudder, and the plane flew around the ping field a few times, pulled up the altitude, and flew away.

For two days, Zhao Zhi and the others could often see planes in the air, and at first they thought they were Japanese planes. But later through observation, it was found that the wings of the plane were marked by the national army. Zhao Zhi, who was unable to contact the plane, had to use a stupid method to set up a fire in the open space of the pingchang, and when the plane came again, he used smoke to contact the plane. Now it seems that this approach is feasible.