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It is precisely because of this difficulty that the inscrutable profundity of the "chiefs" is even more prominent.

More than 30 people, not more than 30 pigs, it is not easy to kill them all silently, but the "chiefs" are so easy, which makes Cha Peng's attitude towards the "chiefs" more and more respectful.

Even if it is a small level, there is a warehouse, after cleaning up the corpse, Cha Peng and they were ordered to enter the level to start tidying up, no matter what it is, all the parts are neatly stacked, ready to take away at the end of the battle.

The supplies of the British were still very good, at least in the eyes of Chapeng, with boxes and boxes of canned goods, new military uniforms, all kinds of clothing, and of course, all kinds of guns and ammunition.

In the process of sorting out the supplies, a "chief" came in and picked out a few sets of clothes to take away, and then a group of big men changed into these clothes and stood up at the checkpoint in a grand manner.

This made Cha Peng simply frightened, and the courage of these "chiefs" was too great.

Surprised to be surprised, as the sky brightened and there were more and more pedestrians on the road, in fact, this small checkpoint had already begun to operate.

Watching those "chiefs" stumble with people in English that they are not very proficient in, and they don't forget to take the sheep when they search for things, and play those greedy Indians vividly, they can't help but be impressed.

"These chiefs are so powerful, if they are all foreigners, should we learn from them in the future?" A former member of the Free Army was envious and jealous.

"Aren't you learning every day? Study hard, and I guess I will have a chance in the future. Cha Peng has ideals, touching his chin and pondering by himself.

In fact, because of the large number of Chinese, everyone in Chiang Mai can speak a few words of Chinese, which does not show how studious the people of Chiang Mai are, but only proves the influence of Chinese culture and the popularity of Chinese.

Recently, Cha Peng has been learning Chinese, and Cha Peng has studied very hard, hoping that one day he can use Chinese to communicate with Young Master Xu, in that case, presumably that Young Master Xu will really regard himself as his own person.

As the sun was about to reach overhead, a group of Indian soldiers in horse-drawn carriages came along the mountain road.

Although they are all "their own people", the soldiers at the checkpoint have no intention of favoritism, and they are almost harsh in their official affairs, and they simply have to look over and over when they check the documents.

The Indian officer who led the team didn't care, said hello in English, and chatted with the defenders without a word, and more than a dozen defenders were not at their posts at this time, and they quietly blended in with the Indian soldiers escorting the convoy.

Guarding the checkpoint seems to be a very rich thing, these defenders are all generous, cigarettes are not issued one by one, they are all thrown to the car one by one, and when greeting people, they are even kinder, with a sincere smile that people can't refuse, and they have not opened their mouths to send a smile first, which is really like a spring breeze.

It didn't take much effort for the officers and men of the defenders and the transport convoy to get acquainted.

At noon, it is the hottest time of the day, and no one wants to catch a car under the scorching sun at this time, since there are people here who are willing to entertain, and the soldiers who escort the supplies are happy to be idle.

There was still disharmony, perhaps because it had dragged on for too long, and a British officer on a horse at the back of the convoy was really impatient.

Immediately in the checkpoint, two officers greeted him, with the same red eyebrows and green eyes, and the same rank of captain.

Before he could say a word, the officer on horseback was ushered into the pavilion in the checkpoint and sat idly, and after a while, the sound of music and laughter came.

Since the commanders are resting, and the soldiers are not polite, there are too many people to sit in the gazebo, and it is still okay to take a cool break next to the cliff or under the big tree.

There have been preparations at the checkpoint for a long time, and seeing that more and more soldiers are coming here, fruits and cold boiled water will be sent over immediately.

Sending charcoal in the snow is this feeling, for a moment, the soldiers escorting the supplies felt that the officers and soldiers in the checkpoint were closer than their relatives, you see, on such a hot day, the soldiers who escorted the supplies had already gone to take a cool, but the soldiers who were originally defending in the checkpoint went to guard those carriages, which was really embarrassing.

Since I felt embarrassed, I had to at least be polite, so the Indian officer who led the team got up with a fake look and prepared to say a few polite words.

"It's so hot, why is my head a little dizzy? Could it be heat stroke—" was the only thing the Indian officer said, and then he fell and fell.

As if signaling, as the Indian officers fell to the ground, the soldiers fell one by one like dominoes, and only a few of them could still wobble to support, but it didn't look like it lasted long.

"Cha Peng, come over to me, work!" A commander shouted hello.

They didn't dare to slack off, and they rushed out and lined up neatly in front of the "chief".

"Collect all these people's weapons, pick up all the clothes and shoes for me, and then throw the people into the ditch, and then load the materials you sorted out just now, let's withdraw!" The commander gave several orders in one breath, and after speaking, he asked: "Do you remember them all?" ”

"Remember, sir, strip people naked and throw them in the ditch, and load things into trucks." Cha Peng repeats the command succinctly.

"Very good, be quick with your hands and feet, act immediately." After the chief finished speaking, he returned to the gazebo and continued to enjoy the coolness.

"Throw—throw into the ditch?" A former Free Army fighter is a bit staggering.

"Why, you don't want to?" Cha Peng remained silent.

"How can that!" The soldier still has some eyesight.

"Then hurry up, if you don't dare to do it, then I'll throw you in the ditch too!" After Cha Peng finished speaking, he put the gun on his back and went over and began to work.

This level is built in a clearing next to a mountain pass, next to a bottomless cliff, from which you can throw people down, and it is estimated that you will not even be able to find the body.

In the primeval forest, there are countless wild creatures, and it only takes two or three days for all kinds of wild creatures to eat these people.

Two hours later, Cha Peng had already returned in a carriage full of all sorts of supplies.

They acted differently from Poncha, and they also drove the carriage back, but at the back of the convoy, there were several "chiefs" who were responsible for covering up the chaos, and it was about a dozen kilometers from the checkpoint to the temporary camp, and the location of the lower official road was selected on a fork in the road, unless it was a carpet search by the Indians, the temporary camp of the "chiefs" would never be found.

When night fell, Cha Peng was already lying in the tent, thinking back on the experience of this day, Cha Peng made up his mind that in this life, he must follow the young master of the Xu family.

(To be continued.) )