The scrivener box was also crowded in the carriage, and he encouraged the people in the carriage: war has always been cruel, and this little suffering in front of him is nothing compared to the battlefield where bayonets are red. www.biquge.info If you can't even endure this hardship, you can't even endure this hardship, so you don't want to fight. He asked the little monkey to check if it was a soldier from his company who was crying.

The little monkey quickly found out that it was a few recruits who were crying, not soldiers from the Sharp Knife Company. Only then did the scrivener breathe a sigh of relief, if it was his own soldier, then so many days of hard training would be in vain. He secretly summed up: There are many kinds of training, and it is far from enough to only conduct combat training, and training to adapt to various environments is also essential.

It wasn't until about nine o'clock in the evening that the car finally stopped, and when I got out of the car, I found that I was outside a small town. The camp is lit up all around. Apparently there are quite a few troops stationed here. Seeing the arrival of new soldiers, some veterans gathered around.

Before the scrivener and his troops could figure out what was going on, they were taken to a camp. A company of the 112th Regiment was similarly brought over. Adjutant Wang announced that he would rest here tonight and continue his march early tomorrow morning.

The scrivener asked Adjutant Wang what to do with dinner, the soldiers had tossed enough this day, and they urgently needed to replenish food. Adjutant Wang snorted his teeth, I'm afraid there will be no dinner, so I have to wait for tomorrow to eat with breakfast. The old generation didn't say anything more, and as a veteran, this situation has long been unusual. He asked Adjutant Wang what this place was, and he said that it was a small town on the Indian border: Ledo, and further on to Burma.

The soldiers didn't care so much, they fell asleep. The scrivener box was placed with all the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Company, and he found a place to rest. The company commander also had no special treatment, so he could only huddle with the soldiers. The so-called barracks are more like a large warehouse, where a company of people is crammed into a large warehouse, and there is not even a gap in the ground to stand on the ground. Whoever gets up at night to pee has to step on the person and walk. The scrivener squeezed around and finally managed to get a small place, and barely lay down on his side.

Sleeping hungry was not a comfortable thing, and many soldiers secretly complained, but everyone was extremely sleepy and tired, which diluted the hunger.

At dawn, the trumpet sounded. The soldiers dragged their tired bodies to wake up from their sleep. A garrison brought breakfast with buckets.

"Company commander, eat it." The little monkey brought a bowl of rice to the scrivener.

The scrivener looked at the surroundings while eating, and the town was still filled with a layer of fog in the early morning. Barracks loomed, apparently with a number of troops stationed. It is said to be a military fortress that defended the gateway to India and a springboard for attacking Burma.

The car drove on the road again, there were more and more mountains, the road was circling at the foot of the mountain, sometimes it would rise all the way to the mountainside, and it would turn back and forth at the mountainside, and the foot was a ravine dozens of meters deep and hundreds of meters, and there was no possibility of survival once it fell. The wreckage of the transport vehicle can still be seen in some ravines, all of which fell into the valley for various reasons.

The road seems to have been repaired, the road condition is not very bad overall, and the car is quite smooth.

The scrivener looks out through the canvas shed of the carriage, and there are improvised fortifications and outposts at intervals, and the soldiers are loaded with guns and serious expressions. The commanding heights of the hill are invariably sentries, and the nearby hill can also be seen with fortifications and machine guns. It has entered the territory of Myanmar, and the smell of gunsmoke has really entered the heart of the scrivener.

As soon as the car left, it was a daytime, and there was no place to eat at noon, so I just stopped by the creek and drank water twice on the way. The further you go, the more dense the sentry posts become, and occasionally there are some heavy construction vehicles coming and going. In China, engineering vehicles are extremely rare, not to mention ordinary soldiers, and scrivener boxes have never been seen. Today is an eye-opener, those "iron lumps" suddenly emit black smoke, which can not only load soil and stones, but also dig mountains and pave roads.

I walked all day and didn't stop until night. In this kind of road condition, the car does not dare to go at night, one is easy to overturn, and the other is that the headlights will expose the target at night, attracting the enemy's sneak attack.

The car stopped on the side of the road, and the soldiers of the two companies scattered in the mountains and forests on the side of the road, each organizing people to bury pots and cook food. The scrivener ordered each platoon to be on guard, this is not Ramgar, and the enemy can't tell when it will appear.

The companies sent by the 112th Regiment also set up a position, and the two companies were in front of the other and one behind, and the warning area was reasonably distributed. The head of the 112th regiment is surnamed Liu, known as Lao Liu, who is very easy-going, and can talk to the scrivener.

The night passed in a hurry, but fortunately there were no accidents. The car continued to move forward in the early morning. Further on, the speed of the car gradually slowed down, and the number of vehicles and troops passing along the road gradually increased, and the rough road was busy.

After driving for more than half a day, the car stopped and finally arrived at the station. When I got out of the scrivener, I saw that the road ahead was coming to an end, and more than a dozen engineering trucks and countless soldiers were building the road. There were people everywhere, some of them were digging up mountains and blasting rocks, some were transporting earthworks, some were resting on the roads, and some were cooking on fires. Soldiers stationed on the hills near and far can also be seen, all loaded with guns and ammunition, escorting the troops building the road.

Adjutant Wang ordered the two companies to rest in place, and he went to the person in charge here. Soon a battalion commander rushed over and briefed the scrivener box and Company Commander Liu sent by the 112th Regiment. Adjutant Wang had completed his mission and returned to the station with a returning truck. Two companies were temporarily placed under the command of this battalion commander.

The battalion commander who met with the scrivener box was surnamed Li, named Li Changhe, and was the battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 114th Regiment. Battalion Commander Li led the scrivener box and Company Commander Liu around the neighborhood and gave a general introduction to the actual situation. According to the arrangement of the Allied forces, the 114th Regiment was responsible for building the road from Ledo to the mouth of the Hukang River valley, so as to facilitate the advance of large troops and mechanized troops and make advance preparations for the major counteroffensive.

The construction of the highway began more than two months ago and continues all the way forward. The further forward the progress of the project, the slower the progress became, and the Japanese army did everything possible to obstruct the extension of the road, constantly sending small units of troops to harass them, firing cold guns and attacking construction vehicles during the day, and carrying out sneak attacks at night, sneaking up on the camps of soldiers and migrant workers, and wantonly destroying them. For a time, the progress of the project came to a standstill. The 114th Regiment had to send a large number of troops to defend it, and sentry posts were set up on every hill along the highway to prevent a sneak attack by the Japanese army.

Especially at the forefront of the construction of the project, the security is even tighter, and the nearby hilltop is densely guarded, and there are soldiers with loaded guns everywhere. Where it is still like a construction site, it is clearly a frontier position.

The scrivener listened to Camp Chief Li's introduction while walking, although he was a senior official, Camp Chief Li didn't have much of a shelf. The scrivener and Lao Liu couldn't help frowning as they walked, the situation on the front line was too difficult, and it was really as Battalion Commander Li introduced, not only to build roads, but also to guard against sneak attacks by devils at all times.