Zhao Yunlai began to tutor everyone in Japanese, he is actually the best at Japanese, and he has studied Japanese for half a year in the communication company, and as for English, he just learned some skin by the way. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info no matter how much time in one night is not enough, can only learn a few basic words. It's not good to learn, Gong Daniu studied for most of the night, and he forgot everything when he came back from peeing. Lao Zhao rolled his eyes in anger, and he couldn't resist a soak of urine after working hard for most of the night!

The scrivener box is not early, so that everyone can rest and set off early tomorrow morning.

At night, the Savage Mountain is hot and humid, and swarms of mosquitoes are buzzing around people, waiting for an opportunity to be bloodthirsty. Everyone was disturbed very little, and everyone had a kind of mosquito repellent leaf on their body, which was mashed and applied to their body to repel insects and mosquitoes. This secret recipe was learned from the natives and came in handy.

Looking at everyone's sleeping appearance, the scrivener had a heavy sense of responsibility, and he swore that he would take everyone out alive! The decision to take the Indo-Burma Highway was a deliberate one, and while fraught with danger, it was the most feasible option at the moment. I have been thinking about how to minimize the danger, thinking about the possibility of accidents one after another, and how to deal with it. Before you know it, it's dawn.

Everyone got up one after another, some packed up their gear, some buried the discarded things, and some started cooking.

"Company commander, you didn't sleep at night, your face is very bad." The attentive little monkey spotted the haggard scrivener.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and cook, and set off in a while!" The scrivener did not answer positively.

After a hurried breakfast, the group embarked on the journey and walked in the southwest direction.

Covered in deep green primeval jungle, the mountains of northern Myanmar resemble an endless sea of green, with rolling hills and peaks resembling raging waves. A curving gray line stretches from distance to distance, splitting the sea of green in half, like a scar and like a necklace. This is the India-Burma Highway, part of the Yunnan-Burma-India Highway. The Yunnan-Burma-India Highway starts from Kunming, Yunnan Province, goes to Baoshan on the border of China and Myanmar, and passes through Myitkyina, an important town in northern Myanmar, to Ledo in northeastern India. It is more than 1,000 kilometers long, two-thirds of which is in Myanmar.

The Indo-Burma Highway referred to in the scrivener box refers to the section from Myitkyina to Ledo, India. The road that is not wide goes around the foot of the mountain, and it is submerged in the distance. The road is full of potholes, craters are everywhere, and there are even the occasional scrapped cars lying on the side of the road. There was a dead silence on the long road, and there might not be a single figure for dozens of miles. It's hard to imagine that this is a major road connecting China, Myanmar and India, only the deep ruts remain, indicating that it was once extremely busy.

On the silent highway came a group of men, six men and one woman, six men in Japanese uniform, escorting a Western woman. Each of them carried a Japanese-style weapon, a backpack containing canned Japanese food, and even a broken "plaster flag". If it weren't for the Chinese words that popped into their mouths from time to time, it would be hard to see that they weren't real Japanese soldiers.

This group of people is the scrivener group. Zhao Yunlai dressed up as the captain of the Japanese squad because he had the best Japanese, the others dressed up as big-headed soldiers, and Rena dressed as a prisoner and escorted by Kong Zhaoqiang and the little monkey. Seven men followed the road all the way west. This is the plan of the scrivener, the thirty-six plans to hide from the world. As for whether you can pass one level after another, you can only look at your own performance, and more importantly, you can also look at luck.

Near noon, the scrivener box warned everyone to be careful, according to the map, there was a checkpoint one kilometer ahead. "Don't talk nonsense, beware of someone eavesdropping on the covers." The scrivener warns everyone.

Needless to say, the importance of the Indo-Burma highway is that it is normal for the Japanese to set up secret posts on the side of the road. If it's because of the language of revealing secrets, it's not worth it.

Everyone was silent and walked forward slowly. The road under the scorching sun is very dry and hard, and the chaotic footsteps disturb people's minds, and no one knows the bottom of their hearts, so whether they can get through the trick.

Eventually, a few simple stone buildings appeared in front of them, like bunkers, with a log barrier in the middle of the road and rows of sandbags next to them to form improvised bunkers. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers hid in bunkers, armed with weapons, but somewhat listless, presumably tortured by the scorching sun.

When there were still four or five hundred meters away, the Japanese soldiers in the sentry post spotted the comer and shouted and shouted. The listless sentries barely raised their weapons, their guns aimed at their targets.

"Don't be nervous, the devil is asking us which division we are in and where we are going." Zhao Yunlai said in a low voice.

It's a lie to say that you're not nervous, everyone's heartbeat is accelerating, including the scrivener. In the past, when I met a little devil, I saw red with a bayonet, and you lived or died, but today is different, and you need to get through it from under the nose of the other party. This kind of thing has never been experienced before, and without a little experience, it is equivalent to sending a few sheep into the wolf pack.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters, the Japanese soldiers kept shouting. The lazy sentries in the bunker also raised their guns, and a dozen guns were aimed at the target.

Zhao Yunlai muttered something, I have to say that this guy has super psychological quality, his face is not red, his heart is not beating, and he answers correctly and calmly.

The scrivener box is also nervous, all the hopes are pinned on Lao Zhao, don't help it.

The seven men did not stop and approached the outpost very calmly. More than a dozen guns are pointed at them, and once they goof, countless bullets will strafe them. Two Japanese soldiers came up and interrogated them continuously. Even if the scrivener and others have learned a few words of Japanese, they will be dumbfounded at this time and can't understand it at all. Fortunately, the other party has been answering Zhao Yunlai correctly and ignoring others.

Zhao Yunlai kept muttering, pointing to the front, and then to Rena, saying that he was ordered by the commander of the 18th Division to escort this British woman to the front, and there was a confidential mission. This set of rhetoric was prepared in advance, and Lao Zhao rehearsed it many times in advance in Japanese, without any flaws.

The leader of the sentry looked at Rena, with blue eyes, yellow hair, and a high nose, a typical Westerner, who seemed to believe Zhao Yunlai's words, and motioned to wait for a while, and he went to report. After speaking, he walked to a bunker not far away.

The seven of them waited quietly in place, secretly relieved, and said that there was a door.

Three or four people came out of the bunker, one of them was an officer dressed as an officer, fully armed, with shiny leather boots, and he was not afraid of the heat on such a hot day. It is estimated that at least the company commander, not the biggest officer in this level.

Zhao Yunlai accompanied the smiling face to greet him, intending to repeat the prepared remarks. Unexpectedly, the other party ignored him and walked straight behind him. Behind Lao Zhao was the scrivener, and the Japanese officer left the scrivener box and continued to walk back, looking at Gong Daniu, ready to verify it again. In fact, this kind of verification is just a routine matter, and people will be released after a few simple words.