The sincerity of the monk's chanting beat on Chen Yu's heart, squatting in the bushes of the mountain crest and quietly watching the scene in front of the dilapidated temple.

Bu La picked up the binoculars and was full of curiosity, and when the distant picture came into view, Bu La dropped the binoculars in his hand, picked up the Thomson submachine gun and wanted to rush down the mountain. Chen Yu pressed him to the ground, staring at the temple with red eyes.

"No one is allowed to go, no one is allowed to shoot."

Bu Yan cried: "The turtle son is a bastard, why can't our people die and even bury the people, these turtle sons still have to chant the scriptures, our people are not people?" ”

"Because we lose the war, and defeat the war is like that!" Chen Yu scolded in a low voice.

"I'm not convinced!"

"It's too late to be convinced, and now I know that if you are not convinced and want to fight, what did you do as a deserter before?"

Bu Lai lay motionless on the ground, and Chen Yu also let go of his hands and feet.

He couldn't do anything, he came here to collect and supplement the situation on the west bank, and it was okay to give Takeuchi Renshan eye medicine, but he had to wait for the situation to be found out and the map was drawn.

After a few glances from a distance, Chen Yu waited quietly, waiting for Ah Yi to draw the roads of the entire Tong Cymbal Town, together with the roads on the surrounding mountains, this is our chance of counterattacking the west bank.

Starting from before dawn, we trekked all the way through mountains and rivers, and it took us half a day to reach the town of Cymbals, and the time for drawing and annotation was no shorter than that. The guerrillas took Chen Yu and the others to hide in a shack among shrubs and weeds, and the shrubs were covered by a large number of wild herb vines, and there was a thorny shrub outside.

On the way to the shack, the guerrillas would grab a handful of rhizomes from their pockets every few steps, crush them and smear them on the branches of the surrounding trees. Mourning Star told Chen Yu that it was a plant called 'vine' by the locals, which was extremely smelly and could prevent the mountain beasts from following the smell, and the guerrillas did this to prevent the Japanese army from military dogs.

There were three shacks, two of which were filled with people, and when someone arrived, they nervously picked up a Type 38 rifle, and four or five guerrillas were black and thin, and their hair turned gray from long-term malnutrition and lack of daylight, and even the ribs on their chests could be seen.

was so thin, even thinner than the strong men who were sent to the Sichuan Army, and seeing that it was their own people, they put down the rifles in their hands.

Walking into one of the stinking shacks, there was a scrawny old man lying in the shed, and the team members who cared for him sat next to him. The cotton wool under the old man's body had long since turned black and was very damp. The old man's eyes were cloudy, and he was lying on the straw mat and was incontinent under the excitement of seeing people coming.

"Who~~~" the old man asked weakly.

The leader of the guerrillas squatted beside the old man and said, "The Western Yunnan Expeditionary Force." ”

"It's back! Hehe~~~Huh~~~"

Without waiting for a reply, the scrawny old man returned to his light for a few seconds, and his words were like a bell, he looked at Chen Yu who was standing beside him, and then smiled and fell asleep completely.

Fu Menxing said: "The village chief of Lotus Village, the last time we came, he also showed us the way. The town of Tong Cymbals was recruited, and the people in the town were arrested to repair the Nantian Gate, and the rest of the people were killed. This old gentleman did not recruit peace, and the people in the village were caught and killed by the Japanese, and the last time we came to see them, now we don't see anyone. ”

Chen Yu knelt in front of the old man, and seriously kowtowed three times, and the people behind him, Bu Lai, Mi Long, and others also did the same, and everyone kowtowed three times, this is what we owe him.

"The old gentleman is in the spirit of the sky, and Chen Yu will definitely recover the west bank and bury the heads of the mountains in Zhuuchi in the ancestral hall of your clan, and be trampled on by future generations! Thousands of corpses are broken, bones are scattered! ”

The guerrilla leader swept up the grass with a light hand, and together with the skinny bones on the straw mat, which were so small that the old man was at least seven feet tall in the prime of life from the skeleton, now curled up into a lump of flesh.

Holding the straw mat, the man said: "In the past, when we were in Lianhua Village, we were not less taken care of by him, but after the Japanese came, they were reluctant to eat the sweet potatoes in the field, and stuffed them for us when we passed by." We also wanted to get rid of the Japanese, but there were too few of them, and we were ashamed of the village chief. ”

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

When the village chief was buried, no one spoke, so the guerrillas found a pit where the mountain people hunted wild boars, threw the skeleton wrapped in straw mats inside, filled a few handfuls of loess at random to cover the straw mats, and covered the smell with chicken feces and vines to avoid being eaten by wild animals.

After doing this, Chen Yu and the others sat in the shack and took out emergency food such as biscuits and canned food from their backpacks.

It was obviously the first time they had eaten canned food and biscuits, especially the canned beef of the US military, and seeing their cautious and hungry appearance, Chen Yu picked up the kettle and took a sip of water before turning his head away.

The guerrilla leader broke off a small biscuit and put it in his mouth, carefully tasting the military food from across the Pacific Ocean, and then carefully put away the remaining biscuits and put them in his pocket.

"Brother Chen, forgive me, we haven't eaten any food for a long time, and we usually dig taro and banana cores in the ditches in the mountains, and we don't dare to cook them on a fire."

"It's nothing, that's how we used to fight in Burma."

The leader asked, "Didn't you say that your expeditionary force is all elite?" I don't care about eating and drinking. ”

"Nobody cares." Chen Yu smiled and said, "Don't talk about it, it's all in the past." Do you want to join us in a vote and rub the majesty of the Takeuchi mountains, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. ”

"Good! Mutual cooperation, that's what we should do. ”

"It's a pleasure to work with."

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Squatting in the shack until the afternoon, he glanced outside, and there was a noise in the woods, followed by a whistling.

The leader said: "My own people, Captain Lin, they are here." ”

Getting up and walking out of the shack, Chen Yu saw Ah Yi and others coming out of the dense forest, and a fat monk, who helped Ah Yi climb up the hill with a yellow cloth bag hanging around his waist.

"Master Shihang, here."

The fat monk looked up at Chen Yukou and said, "Amitabha, the donor is a person with great perseverance and a great heart. ”

"Don't dare to be." Chen Yu bowed his head and saluted back.

Ah Yi stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead: "Last time, I died, I died, and the unmarked goals and roads have been drawn, it's time to go back." ”

"Go back?"

Chen Yu laughed coldly: "You go and see what is in the field, and then go to see what is in the temple on the mountain, and only those who have no conscience will go back." ”

"What's there?"

Not spicy: "Dead man." ”

Ah Yi: "There are dead people everywhere here, but if you don't go back and do anything, those are all done, and you are left to go back to the regiment and mark what you see on the military map." ”

"There is an infantry group of Japanese soldiers in the broken temple on the mountain, they are burning the corpses, beating them up and going back."

Master Shihang let go of the hand that was supporting Ah Yi, put his hands together and said, "The monk does not approve, that broken temple is the monk's temple." Moreover, there is also a squadron of Japanese in Qingliang Temple, who went to the countryside yesterday to catch strong men, and will be back soon. ”

Chen Yu picked up his rifle and checked the bullets: "It was murder, arson, rape and plunder." Ten minutes to solve the battle, ten minutes to retreat immediately, you guerrillas do not need to help, just find a good retreat route, do not let the Japanese find you. ”

The guerrilla leader smiled: "No, they won't look for us when they enter the mountains, they have gone into the mountains to look for us a few times before, and they won't look for us after a dozen people die." ”