Chapter 235: The Knife

The honey was packed up one by one and given to the wounded brothers, and some was saved for life-saving purposes.

The other part directly sent someone to send it to Du Luming, he was infected, and now he has to carry it to catch up, since he has accepted Dai Anlan's sustenance, he must do it.

It's been a month now, and the ammunition is running out of food, and it seems that in this big mountain, there is only being eaten and cannibalizing people in constant change.

Just yesterday, Zhang Ziwen watched a dead brother turn into white bones little by little in the gnawing of ants, and the white bones were no longer strange along the way.

In front is a mixed army, which can still unite and move forward under Du Luming's suppression, and now Du Luming is sick, driven by hunger, more people choose to immediately force the army to find things.

The training team found that there were several units in the front, but none of them were the main force, and the number of troops directly under the Fifth Army was comparable to that of its own guerrilla detachment by 1,000 people, and the new 22nd Division at the rear was only about 3,000 people.

At the beginning of the retreat, there were nearly 20,000 people, but now there are less than 10,000, and what happened in the middle, Du Luming estimated that he did not know.

After the break, the troops were reactivated, and now everyone was like a machine, heading towards the west, and it was a joy to meet people.

But along the way, you can see the warriors who are hastily hidden, and they deserve to die in battle, not to be eaten by wild beasts here.

Seeing several eagles hovering in the sky, Zhang Ziwen directly took out a 98k and shot at the eagle, and the other eagles were also shot down one by one, because their main food source now is the corpses of the soldiers.

After eating the meat of the robe, no one in the guerrilla detachment would eat it, because Zhang Ziwen had already killed more than a dozen people on the road ahead.

This is the bottom line, the guerrilla detachment sends a battalion every day to hunt, which is enough to sustain because the number of people is constantly decreasing.

"Rao Xiangyun, inform the battalions, move forward, go to the front today and help them."

Along the way, the new 22nd Division has already opened the road twice, and the troops in front have been opening the road all the time, and now it is time for the guerrilla detachment to get on it.

Opening the way means death, because there are too many unknown dangers in this place, but there are also opportunities, because opening the way to hunt at the front means more prey.

Before night fell, Zhang Ziwen caught up with Du Luming.

On the simple stretcher, Du Luming was no longer what he used to be, and his pale face revealed that he was sick.

"Report, Zhang Ziwen of the guerrilla detachment led the team to ask for the responsibility of opening the way."

Du Luming raised his hand with difficulty and motioned for Zhang Ziwen to go over, and Zhang Ziwen squatted forward.

"Ziwen, ahem....... I know in your heart that we can't do without a fighting force, we are in the most difficult time. ”

Speaking of which, Du Luming had to take a break, and Zhang Ziwen took the adjutant's bee sugar water and gave it to Du Luming to drink.

"I drank a little yesterday, and I drank it today, so I'll give the rest to the brothers, ahem......"

Staff Officer Qin stepped forward anxiously and said with concern: "Junzao, are you okay?"

Du Luming waved his hand to say that it was okay, and then said: "Several of my brothers have died along the way, and I am uneasy. It was my fault to take everyone into the mountains, and now you are helping me solve this mistake, but I am causing trouble, so ......"

Zhang Ziwen hurriedly said: "Military seat, don't ......"

Du Luming smiled: "I'm not one of those pedantic people who wouldn't have suicidal thoughts. I'm talking about what you beg me, as long as we can all get out alive, I will definitely help you ask for a number, Xiao Qin, you have always wanted to lead the troops yourself, and you will command the motorized infantry regiment in the future. Now Ziwen, your guerrilla detachment doesn't have to do anything, try to protect itself, if there is no combat unit, we may be eaten by the British or the Japanese when we get out of the mountains, and there is nothing left. ”

At this time, Zhang Ziwen realized that it was a difficult problem to get out of the mountains, and it was a big problem to protect the entire army after going to the mountains.

And Du Luming wants to make a knife himself, a knife for self-defense.

"If the British are old-handed?"

Du Luming said coldly: "The combat effectiveness of the British has been best interpreted in Ren'anqiang, as long as you maintain the combat effectiveness of a thousand people, how can the troops in our hands also turn to kill back to Xikang."

Zhang Ziwen nodded, and Du Luming continued: "Let's go back first, there is an engineer regiment on the road, you don't have to worry." Your troops will do it themselves, not the others. ”

Du Luming chose to break the cauldron and sink the boat, and the guerrilla detachment passed by, and there would be no more food in front.

As soon as I returned to the camp, I saw Xiao Luo running over, and after a month, he finally put down his bandage.

"Commander, the brothers of the teaching team have found several crocodile nests a few miles away, and they have taken out seven or eight catties of crocodile eggs from them, you should eat them quickly."

Xiao Luo took out more than a dozen crocodile eggs, and Zhang Ziwen took out one and ate it in one bite.

"Send the rest to Commander Du."

Xiao Luo was a little reluctant, Zhang Ziwen patted him on the shoulder, tilted his head and motioned for him to send it over.

Now that the little food is bought by his brothers, these crocodile eggs are afraid that one person will not be able to share half of them.

According to the temperament of the teaching team, there should be crocodile meat to eat in a while.

The crocodile meat was not eaten at night, and the next morning seven or eight crocodiles were brought back, and after a simple treatment, they were turned into porridge, and the rest was cooked and divided into small pieces.

Zhang Ziwen looked at the eyes of the team directly under the army, and couldn't bear it, so he could only send it a little.

"Open ......"

There was nothing to pack, so the tents were removed, the backpacks were dozen, the dead brothers were buried in the earth, and they set off.

Every day the brothers died, and everyone was numb, and the brothers who survived so far were all strong men, but these men were also tormented by the mountain.

Only three brothers died yesterday, and presumably there are very few dozen people directly under the Fifth Army.

The saddest of them all is Du Luming, no one has reported casualties now, but there are still more than a dozen dead in front of his eyes, as a person who has been a commander for many years, if he can't estimate how many brothers leave this world every day.

"Dali, with the cooperation of the teaching team today, you must not let go of anything that can be eaten, and if you have more, it will be fine, we can share it with others."

In order to maintain concealment, the partisan detachments have used homemade traditional weapons to keep their heads hunting with grenades, which scare away the animals along the way.

A bayonet with a stick is a spear, a cork with steel wire is a bow and arrow, and in order to survive, the guerrilla detachment has used all means at its disposal.

This is the first time that Zhang Ziwen has told the troops who went out hunting, because he felt that his eyelids were jumping badly today.

If it had been before, he would never have sent people out, but he had to go today, and if he didn't go, he would have to run out of food tomorrow.

It's not life, it's survival.