In a daze, Zhao Zhi felt as if he was moving, but his head was dizzy, and he just couldn't open his eyes. A feeling that he had never felt before began to rise in Zhao Zhi's body, and his body seemed to be out of his control, and his hands and feet were no longer obedient. There was a piece on the face that I don't know what it was, and the smell of herbs got into my nose. Zhao Zhi's head tilted, and he fell asleep again.

I don't know how long it took for him to start waking up. Zhao Zhi sat up violently, but found that he was leaning against a tree, and in front of him was Lang Zhong who was smiling at him. Next to them were the old cannon and the long hair who were lying on the ground panting, Xiucai and a few of them leaned against the other trees, and the others were scattered around, counting the number of people, but fortunately they were all there.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhao Zhi found that he was sitting on a simple stretcher, and it was not in the camp, so he asked Lang Zhong.

"It's nothing, it's just a little fever, and now the fever has subsided" Lang Zhong fed him a few sips of water, and forced Zhao Zhi to lie down. Zhao Zhi, who was in a state of confusion in his mind, was in a mess, and soon fell asleep again. When I woke up again, it was already dinner time. His head was still dizzy, but it was much better than the previous one. Looking around, everyone was busy doing things, and the campsite was by a small river.

He tried to get up on his own, but found that his hands and feet were weak, and he had no strength in his body. He struggled to move a few times, but he only flipped off the stretcher and lay on the ground. Long Hair came over with a box of cans, crutches and a messy hair on his legs, looking at Zhao Zhi who was struggling on the ground like a dead dog, and teasing "You're awake"

Zhao Zhi estimated that his current expression must be ugly, he tried his best to raise his head from the ground, and bared his teeth at Long Mao, "You won't help me up first."

With a smile in his eyes, the long-haired man turned over Zhao Zhi with his foot, just like Zhao Zhi turned over crabs with his feet by the river when he was a child. Zhao Zhi, whose face was flushed, didn't know where the strength came from, so he suddenly got up, grabbed a branch beside him, and slammed it towards Changmao's buttocks. "Ahh Changmao turned around and confronted Zhao Zhi with the can in his hand, "If you still smoke me on a dog's day, I will turn my face, if I knew this, I wouldn't lift you."

The dogs who saw Zhao Zhi waking up rushed up, held down Zhao Zhi with all their hands and feet, and snatched the branch in his hand. "Oops, oops, you foodies, get out of the way. You want to crush him, it's just a little bit, get out" Lang Zhong drove the dogs around Zhao Zhi and was busy checking Zhao Zhi's body.

"Devils, there are devils" The sentry standing on the high ground on guard, pointing ahead in horror and shouting loudly. "Wow" a bullet pierced his neck, and the shooting level of the Japanese soldiers was still very high. The sentry's body fell to the ground and slid down the gentle slope, the man dead, his eyes wide open in terror.

Everyone looked at Zhao Zhi who was on the spot, and the uncle who was carrying the gun rushed up in a few steps, and slapped Zhao Zhi on the back of his head, shouting at the throat, "Run!" Then he rushed to the dense forest on the left, and the rest of the people had already collapsed like sand, and they followed Uncle Guo into the dense forest. Lang Zhong and Changmao set up Zhao Zhi one by one and ran with the team.

The Japanese soldiers who rushed up began to shoot, and the last few soldiers fell headlong. The trees in the dense forest swayed in front of Zhao Zhi's eyes, his headache seemed to explode, and the cold sweat from the pain blurred his vision. Lang Zhong and Changmao around him were also panting like cows, and everyone's physical strength was simply unbearable to run like this.

The three of them suddenly tripped over something, and Zhao Zhifei fell out and his eyes turned black. "Lying down" The old cannon dragged the three people into a nest of bushes, and the arms of several people were hung by the bushes.

"What should I do?" Everyone looked at Zhao Zhi, their chief.

Zhao Zhi was stunned for a moment, looking at the rich man's face with absolutely six gods and no owner, all the people around him who couldn't run were paralyzed here waiting for Zhao Zhi's answer.

The old cannon said, "Why don't you run separately." That's all there can be. ”

"Nope." "What's that?" "No." "." "Fart you." This veto popped up in the same second. Zhao Zhi looked at them, took the telescope handed over by the goat, and whispered, "Shut up"

Zhao Zhi observed carefully, and only a dozen Japanese soldiers appeared in the telescope, and I don't know what the reason was, those Japanese soldiers did not immediately rush into the woods.

"These dog days, they are eating our food, it seems that they are hungry" Zhao Zhi handed the binoculars to the goat next to him and asked him to look.

Zhao Zhi turned over, lay on his back on the ground, and said, "There are only a dozen devils, let's fight." We've got everything over there, so can't we get out of the jungle? The devil fights before the infantry, and after the fire support. There will be woods here, and the machine gun grenadier is not easy to use. The goats and machetes led some of the men around to see if there were any of them, and when they heard the gunshots, they attacked. The old cannon and your people saw that the devils were driven down the river by us, so you fired a grenadier and killed them. The rest of the people with guns will follow me for a while, and they will approach quietly first, and when they see that I have fired, you will shoot, and do not rush hard."

Zhao Zhi's group of more than 20 people crawled forward like a snake in the grass and bushes. Forty meters away from the Japanese army, Zhao Zhi stopped, and further on was the attack range of the grenade. Zhao Zhi didn't want to suffer from the devil's grenade, forty meters was enough for a rifle. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers took turns to eat in two shifts, half on guard and half on meal, and a machine gun was mounted on the high ground and could be fired at any time. Zhao Zhi quietly called Uncle Guo and pointed to the machine gun, "After a while, you will be in charge of the machine gun with two people, whoever touches it, you will shoot whoever it wants, and you can't let it go off."

"Hit" Zhao Zhi took the lead in shooting at a vigilant Japanese soldier, and the guy fell to the ground like a bag of potatoes and died. More than 20 tongues of fire burst out of the grass and shot at the Japanese soldiers who were eating. "Boom" "Boom" The Japanese army with a super fast response threw out a grenade, and a large cloud of smoke and dirt was blown up in the grass, and from time to time the doglegs were hit by the flying shrapnel, and Zhao Zhi miscalculated the throwing range of the Japanese grenade.

The machine guns on the high ground have not been fired, and there are three Japanese corpses lying around the machine guns, and the name of the first shooter of the national uncle is really not blown. "Boom" "Boom" The grenadiers of the old artillery began to bombard the Japanese troops who retreated to the river, and a large mass of smoke splashed up, mixed with torn Japanese military uniforms and corpses. "Phew, phew" Zhao Zhi spat out the dirt in his mouth, watching the goats that had rushed to the high ground use that splash to strafe the Japanese soldiers. The battle lasted only a few minutes before it ended, and the dozen or so Japanese soldiers were mostly corpses, strangely shaped corpses, because some of them had already been blown to pieces.

Xiucai, who knew Japanese, dragged two wounded Japanese soldiers to the woods as usual, and he liked to ask for news about these Japanese soldiers in his own way. Zhao Zhi commanded everyone to clean up the temporary camp, and Uncle Guo found him, smiling weirdly, "Zhao Wanqing and Dong Bi are dead, they were killed by stray bullets, maybe they ran too slowly when they retreated into the woods."

Looking at the corpses of the two, Zhao Zhi wanted to say nonsense in the first sentence. The bullet holes on the corpse looked like they were shot by Zhongzheng rifles, when did the Japanese army like to use the guns of the national army. It seems that the doglegs have always been obsessed with these two people, and have been looking for an opportunity to clean them up, and the stray bullets are just an excuse. Zhao Zhi had no choice but to pretend that he didn't know anything, comforting Zhao Wanqing's remaining soldiers, saying that he would treat them equally. Now that the team has been reduced to more than 50 people, Zhao Zhi's doglegs account for most of them, and when Zhao Wanqing was there, he didn't dare to talk much. Now that she is gone, the remaining female soldiers and a few rookie male soldiers dare to say anything, I just hope that Zhao Zhi can take them back to China together.

Zhao Zhi, who had no choice but to roll his eyes at Uncle Guo, knew in his heart that if he returned to China, according to Zhao Wanqing's temper, he would definitely find trouble for himself, and Uncle Guo was helping himself.

"The old cannon bastard missed the grenadier and blew up our supplies, so we didn't have much to eat" The rich man was angry and ran to Zhao Zhi to complain. Then the old cannon who came over smiled at Zhao Zhi, "The little ones are not familiar with the grenadiers, and one of the grenades missed a little and blew up the rich man's can."

Zhao Zhi, who was smiling angrily, took out the bayonet on his waist and handed it to the rich man, pointing at the old cannon, "Slaughter the old cannon for me, and eat the stewed old cannon today."

"Okay, please," the rich man put on a pretentious face, and pounced on the old cannon with the bayonet in his hand, and kept muttering, "Shall we start with that first?" Tie your neck first, so that the blood will be released quickly and cleanly."

Although the old cannon knew that he was joking, when he saw the expression on the rich man's face, his scalp was still numb with fright, and he turned around and ran. As he ran, he scolded, "You calves, you haven't come up to stop him." I haven't taken a bath for half a year, and the meat is stinky, and it stinks to you."

Uncle Guo stretched out his foot and hooked down the old cannon, and looked at the old cannon struggling on the ground with a smile, "Lao Tzu loves to eat stinky tofu" A group of rotten people with the smell of gunpowder smoke pounced on the old cannon and laughed and touched it, completely forgetting that there had just been a fight, and the gunpowder smoke in the camp had not yet dispersed.

Xiucai came back with the smell of blood again, and the bayonet in his hand was still dripping with sticky blood. Wiping a handful of blood spots on his face, Xiucai bared his big white teeth and rushed at Zhao Zhizhile, "I understand, they are from the Sixth Division of the Japanese Army." There are many small search teams like them in this forest, as if they found the people of the Fifth Army here a few days ago, and they have been chasing. Two days north of here, there is a road that leads to the Nu River. It was here that they intercepted the returning expeditionary force. ”

Knowing the way home and directions, this is the best news I've heard since entering the jungle. The frolicking guys all stopped their movements, waiting for Zhao Zhi's decision. I don't know when, the doglegs have become accustomed to Zhao Zhi to make decisions. Zhao Zhi is very young, at least younger than the doglegs. Zhao Zhi, who was standing in the camp, was covered with gunsmoke, his tattered clothes were splashed with the blood of the Japanese army, and his face was tired. Contrary to this weariness, his eyes were bright, probably the brightest they had ever seen. He always has a smile on his face, and anyone who sees him for the first time feels that way, and this smile makes people feel very comfortable.

is such a young guy, everyone is willing to believe in him, believing that he can lead everyone out of this vast forest sea. The doglegs were not convinced by each other, but everyone was convinced by this thin guy, because Zhao Zhi's eyes were very clear, and such a person would not harm everyone. A person with such a pair of eyes is not a bad person, which is why rough people are willing to be doglegs.