Chapter 257: Return

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? When Zhao Yuanzhi, who ran back to Xinpingyang, had an epiphany, Yuan Qingqing and the others ushered in great news--- Zhao Zhi and them came back. The latest discovery of Zhao Zhi and their return is the scout team that went out for training, and the goat's scout team still failed to exceed 30 people in the end, and the soldiers with good qualifications are too difficult to find, and the goats have lowered their standards a lot, and they can only pick out 30 people.

Today's weather is good, and the goats are training with the new scouts to march in the wilderness, and the marching in the field is a necessary training subject for the scouts. There are many mountains and jungles in Burma, and the direct company was registered in the headquarters by virtue of its skillful mountain warfare, so the scouts who are the vanguard must be proficient in mountain tactics, rather than simply being able to run and climb mountains, but then they are no different from ordinary soldiers.

The training ground for the goats today was chosen on the minefield on the slope of the mountain, which had been rebuilt several times by the direct subordinate company and now has become a gentle slope with an angle of about 60 degrees, except for a few shrubs and thatch, which are bare. What the goats want to teach them today is the surprise concealment commonly used by the scouts before, the thatched clothes unique to the direct company are indispensable props, and the most important thing is to observe the terrain in advance and make a suitable route according to the terrain.

Zhao Zhi When they appeared, the goats and the scouts were observing the terrain with binoculars, and the team of figures that suddenly appeared in the telescope made the goats a little overwhelmed, and he was always the most calm, but he was a little short of breath at this time, and the cold sweat in his palms made him almost unable to grasp the telescope several times. The goat didn't know when he had gotten up, and by the time he regained his consciousness and realized that he had burst into tears, the group had reached the bottom of the gentle slope.

The new scouts had never seen the goat look like this, and in their impressions, the goat had never laughed or been angry, and was completely expressionless, but now he was staring blankly at the bottom of the mountain, and it seemed that he was still in tears. The goat standing in a daze didn't know any of this, and in fact he didn't care, because all his attention was focused on the group of people walking down the mountain, and nothing else was in his sight.

The telescope had been bobbing back and forth in the group several times, but the goat had never found the familiar and unfamiliar figure, and the goat's hand holding the telescope was so hard that the joints of the bones were already showing a pale look. No, still no, the goat didn't find the figure he longed for the most, the moisture in his eyes was a little better, the goat who had insisted on not crying finally squatted down with a straight back, and the scouts on the side didn't know what was going on, and no one dared to come forward to persuade him, but just watched the small place in front of the goat gradually get wet with tears, and finally turned into mud.

The goat didn't cry, but wept silently, and many times he wanted to cry properly. He finally couldn't help it, the person taken away by the chief came back, but there was no chief there, the goat saw it with a telescope, and it was his own people who walked under the hillside, and the leader was Uncle Guo and the old cannon, and he also saw Yan Shijun, who was limping by others, and the machete hanging on one arm was also there. But the goats didn't find Zhao Zhi, there was a pair of stretchers made of rattan in the team, but he couldn't see the people lying on the stretcher clearly, it was a stretcher completely covered by a large military blanket, which was why the goats didn't dare to go down to meet them.

The goat was afraid, the best scout goat in the direct company was afraid, he was afraid that after he uncovered the military carpet, Zhao Zhi's bloodless face and body that had lost its vitality and began to rot would appear below. Since receiving the news of Zhao Zhi's injury, the old people in the direct company are secretly worried that Zhao Zhi's injury is not the first time, but it is all when everyone is together. At the moment, there are only a few dozen of them outside, and if they are injured or sick, they can't take care of Fang Tianyu alone, not to mention that they are too close to the Japanese defense line, and they will fight with the Japanese army at any time.

"Hey, a few of you guys take a hand to pull Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is tired to death" Lao Pao's always heroic voice shouted, the goats and rookie scouts squatting on the hillside have long been seen by Uncle Guo from the sniper scope, but I don't know why the goats only squatted and didn't come down to pick up their own gang, could it be that something happened on the mountain? Uncle Guo, who had always been cautious, ordered the wounded and the rear team to stop, and he and the old cannon went up the mountain to see the situation first.

Hearing the shouts of the old cannon, the scouts glanced at each other, and no one moved, not that they only listened to the goats, but that the old cannon and the uncle were a standard statue of a rout. The black steel helmet that was picked up by the bonfire, the scorched face was covered with stains, and the old cannon still had a dirty beard, and the military uniform had long been about to become a tattered sack, only the military pants and military boots with thick leggings were slightly better, and the only thing that could represent their military status was probably the firearm they carried in their hands.

Uncle Guo was carrying a Springfield sniper rifle, and it was not difficult to see the owner's love for it from the oily and slippery body of the gun, and the most attractive thing for the scouts was the straight words engraved on the butt. The scouts secretly counted it, and there were a total of 21 orthography on it, and according to the snipers, the old guy in front of him, who seemed to be a rout, had killed at least more than 100 Japanese soldiers. And what attracted the scouts was that he took off the upper body of his military uniform as soon as he climbed up the hill, and the scouts did not look at the old cannon's strength, but the scars on his body one by one. Knife wounds, gunshot wounds, penetrating wounds, wounds that have suppurated and have not healed, all kinds of scars are all over the upper body of the old cannon, in the eyes of ordinary people, the old cannon is a bit like a bandit who occupies the mountain and is the king of the horse, but in the eyes of this group of scouts, these scars are the glory of being a soldier.

"Goat, why don't you *** know to go down and pick us up? Do you want to exhaust a few of us? The old cannon saw that something was wrong with the goats, they were all old brothers, he didn't know what the goats were thinking, so he simply did enough to do the play, and there was a little choking in his voice, "50 brothers, when we went out, there were 50 people, and now there are only about 20 people who have come back, and half of them are staying in the mountains, and he also coughs ,,, sir" In the end, the old cannon's voice became more and more choked, and he almost couldn't say it anymore.

"Shut up, I don't listen, I'll see it myself, I'll see it myself" The goat, who had been facing away from the old cannon and the uncle, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and stumbled down the hill by himself, and he had to lift the stretcher covered by the military blanket himself, no matter whether the commander was dead or alive, he had to determine for himself. Uncle Guo and Lao Pao who stayed on the hillside glanced at each other, and they all opened their mouths in unison and were happy, if the goat turned back now, he would definitely be able to see Uncle Guo and Lao Pao smiling like chicken thieves.

Those who remained at the foot of the mountain had long since fallen to the ground, and the crossing of the jungle had consumed all their strength, and the joy of finding their own people had made them forget it all, and all that was left for them was to lie on the ground and rest and breathe. The goat didn't greet the brothers, but went straight to the stretcher covered with a military blanket with stunned eyes, and the machete kneeling on the ground was also very puzzled, and he greeted the goat, why didn't this guy care about people, why did he look at the stretcher where the chief was sleeping?

The bitter-faced goat squatted on the ground, and his hand had been holding the military blanket for a long time, but he still didn't have the courage to lift it. The guys who were lying on the stretcher also looked at the goat strangely, could it be that the goat was injured last time and made a fool, or why did he guard the chief's stretcher with a bitter melon face and did not speak, did he know that the chief had not woken up yet? After thinking about it for a while, the goat suddenly lifted the military blanket covering the stretcher, and sure enough, it was Zhao Zhi, and it was Zhao Zhi who was lying on the stretcher and covered by the military blanket, and Zhao Zhi was lying straight with a pale face.

"Plop" the goat sat on the ground with a fart, and the answer was finally revealed, but the goat would rather not lift the military blanket himself, and would rather not know the answer. "Whoever lifted the blanket, you dogs won't be able to see Lao Tzu sleep for a while, damn, I'll clean you up when I get back" Zhao Zhi, who was lying on the stretcher, suddenly spoke, although he said it with his eyes closed, but for a goat, it was no less shocking than when he was bombarded by a large-caliber howitzer. The goat with tears on his face heard this, and carefully covered Zhao Zhi with the military blanket in his hand, and Zhao Zhi, who closed his eyes, closed his mouth and returned to the state when the goat first lifted the military blanket--- sleeping like a dead man.

"Hiss" goat twisted his thigh fiercely, and the pain in his heart told him that what he heard just now was not in a dream, Chief Zhao Zhi was still alive, and it seemed that he was still alive and well, at least he could be carried to sleep. "Hahahaha" the goat got up and giggled non-stop, turned around and ran towards the hillside, such good news should be turned back to the mountain position immediately. Everyone is worried these days, especially my aunt Yuan Qingqing and Linda, we must send the news back immediately, and we can't delay it for a moment.

The two empty-handed scouts hurried back, they were sent back to the camp by the goats to report the news, and the other scouts rushed down the hillside, with water and cigarettes on them, and at the bottom of the hill lay their robes, and they had to carry these tired fellows one by one.

Zhao Zhi woke up, he was seduced by the smell of cigars, and the goat had been hiding a cigar on his body, which he had stolen from the big-nosed dean when he went to the hospital in Xinpingyang for a physical examination last time. Zhao Zhi likes cigars, which is no secret among the doglegs, they are doing everything possible to scavenge for all kinds of cigars in Xinpingyang, just waiting for Zhao Zhi to come back and enjoy it. "Or you guys know me" Zhao Zhi praised the red-eyed goat with a cigar in his mouth, anyone could see that Zhao Zhi was seriously injured, and there was a faint smell of carrion under the thick bandage, and the veterans knew that it was the smell of wound festering.

After being forced to enter the jungle, the injuries on Zhao Zhi's body were sometimes good and sometimes bad, and Fang Tianyu, who lacked medical treatment, had no choice, so he had to use some herbs every day to temporarily suppress the wounds of Zhao Zhi and the other wounded. However, the damp heat in the jungle still made their wounds begin to fester, especially Zhao Zhi's injuries were the most serious, and in the last two days, Zhao Zhi could no longer walk normally, so they had to use wooden sticks and rattan to carry him on a stretcher. If it weren't for the support of a lump of opium in Fang Tianyu's medicine bag, I'm afraid Zhao Zhi would have died of pain, but fortunately, he walked out of the jungle, and if he was a few days late, Zhao Zhi would be in danger.

While a few people were talking, a large group of people rushed over from the mountain camp, and Yuan Qingqing and Linda were at the front. The two women were running with their feet almost without touching the ground, followed by Edward and the dogs, and Kane, who had gained a lot of weight, ran at the back, if it weren't for a few soldiers dragging him, I'm afraid that this big-nosed foreigner who was comparable to a big stupid bear would have turned into a rolling gourd. Zhao Zhi, who was helped up by the goat and half held it, looked at these people running over with the telescope in his uncle's hand, his nose was sore, tears were already flowing, how many times he was about to give up, it was because he was worried that these brothers who were left in Xinpingyang forced him out of the jungle.

"Man? Where are the people? Yuan Qingqing almost roared and grabbed the old cannon who was catching up, she was a full head shorter than the old cannon, but at this time she was like an angry tiger, viciously grabbed the old cannon's tattered military uniform and asked, Linda, who had been crying for a long time, was also staring at the old cannon, looking forward to the old cannon's answer. The scouts who went back to report the news did not make it clear, they were newly replenished recruits, and they had not seen Zhao Zhi's team, but they went back and said that there was a team of tattered people dressed in tatters down the mountain, and the goats cried when they saw them, led by a strong man covered in scars and an old guy with a dry tobacco pouch pinned to his waist.

Yuan Qingqing, who gathered together, blew up as soon as they heard it, the scouts were not talking about Lao Cannon and Uncle Guo, and when they heard the goat squatting on the ground and crying, Yuan Qingqing panicked. The goat is an outlier in the direct company, and the joy and sorrow are never shown on his face, and there are not a few brothers who died in the direct company, and I have never seen him cry, but this time he is crying in front of the recruits. Yuan Qingqing and the others didn't dare to think about it anymore, they just spread their legs and ran desperately, whether it was good or bad, they always had to see it in person before they counted, and they didn't believe or dare to listen to what others said.

The old cannon who was about to break up by Yuan Qingqing originally wanted to deceive everyone again, but when he saw the expressions on Yuan Qingqing and Linda's faces clearly, he still decided to give up this idea. Because at this time, Yuan Qingqing and Linda were already full of hideousness, and Lao Cannon's failure to answer for a long time made their hearts fall to the lowest point, and excessive sadness had made their originally pretty faces begin to distort and begin to become hideous.

"You two stupid? The old cannon is about to be strangled to death by the two of you, let go" Yuan Qingqing and Linda were stunned, the voice that haunted their souls appeared, and several scouts standing behind the old cannon moved their bodies, and Zhao Zhi, who was half-held by the goat, appeared. Although his face was pale, those cunning eyes reminded the people present that he Zhao Zhi had come back alive. ~