Chapters 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30 of "My Leader, My Group" (A novel by Lan Xiaolong)

Chapter 25:

Finally, I poked my neck and saw a shadowy shadow in the fog from the limited vision given to me by the door frame. All I can be sure of is that guy is holding a machine gun. I glanced at Ah Yi, "They are really going to rush in."

Ah Yi's expression seemed to be dead.

Milong showed a smile, which was when he was about to beat someone to death. "Come on the right." He licked his lips, "you guys over there have to beat the egg bastard coward to kill this there are devils. Had offended many friends, brothers."

If you heard wrong, Dragon fans Is apologizing. That means no one of us believes we can live another five minutes.

I stood up and limped to the corner of this L-shaped corridor. The dragon was stunned for a moment, and followed without a word. When he saw me hiding in the corner, he was amused. I found that with Ah Yi included, the only thing we have left People in their early twenties followed.

Milong saw what I was thinking, "Do one or two more?"

I gave a simple hmm.

So Milong waved to all the others, "Go behind the cat. We are lying dead, you go up."

Everyone has no choice, so they are very obedient. There is really no hiding place in this place, they just put themselves In a position where you might have avoided the first shower of bullets, it is easier to pounce on and bite with your teeth. The magic dragon clip was stuffed in front of me, not spicy behind me, the three of us seemed to be the first to die. I glanced at Ah Yi with uneasiness. He looked calm now, holding his pistol with both hands. Although he did not raise it, the muzzle was indeed not pointed at us, but pointed at the corner.

I stabbed Milong and stretched out a hand to him. Milong later understood what I meant. He had a crowbar on his waist and a 38-gun without bayonet in his hand. He alone possessed two-thirds of all weapons, and he looked innocently. Me, "You want it?"

I asked him: "You don't expect you to be swept by a machine gun, I can only spit on the Japanese, right?"

lost the dragon, "That's like you did. Thing."

I was a little angry, but the boy gave me a 38-gun bayonet. He thought for a while and simply handed the gun over. I cheered up to pick it up. The rifle is not spicy, which makes me a little dazed. The most useful weapon was not given to me. I found that I was not much better than Ayi. I had the most ideas, but I was not trusted.

Milong pulled out his crowbar and held it in his hand. It was indeed more suitable for his distance and body size. Bu La quickly checked his gun, took off the strap of the gun, hesitated, and handed it to Bean Cake, "When we are all dead, you go up and strangle."

Kang Ya poked her head out and asked, "Is there mine? "

turned around and cursed: "I was born stupid than a donkey. You will ask the devils to have mine later?"

Kang Ya defended: "Heaven and earth conscience..."

"Shut up!" I stopped them from dying. Arguing about to come.

Okay, they shut up. I know they just want to ease the tension. We started so poorly, and ended up poorly like this...

A figure and his machine gun dangling at the door, I heard a soft cough .

The feet stopped gently outside the door, and from the sound we could hear him inhaling, inhaling the choking smoke in the warehouse, so that he would not be disturbed too much when he moved forward—this is a kind of Very strange logic, but he succeeded, he can suppress it after a soft cough.

We are also coughing softly, and I slammed my fists into the area behind me, letting them cover their mouths.

The feet stepped in, paused in front of the bullet hole on the wall, and hesitated again in front of the door that Milong smashed, but basically did not stop, he got closer and closer to the corner where we stayed.

Milong is holding a crowbar, and I hold the bayonet in a stabbing position. It is not spicy for a better shooting range. I deviate a little behind us from a small acute angle to the corner. Beancake is holding the gun straps on both sides. In our hands, other people are waiting like a group of predatory animal specimens. We are like a group of eagles. If we leave it for many years, we can let future generations see what it means to have nothing.

The footsteps stopped and stopped at the corner.

I heard a soft cough behind me, I turned my head, Veterinarian Hao was deadShe covered her mouth, she was holding a gun, and looked at me with an expression of trouble.

Then the footsteps began to move. As you can imagine, he also knew that the coughing person must be shocked, so he made a horizontal jump and pointed his gun at us.

"Bang" shot without being spicy, "Kill", "Ah", "Wow" and "Yeah"-we started screaming in unison. Twenty or so voices made such a lion roar in this enclosed space It really makes the caller choke, it's enough to make people quarrel to death.

Milong and I rushed out.

That person can shoot without firing. Maybe he was stunned by us, maybe he saw us clearly, in short, there are many explanations. The distance was so close that Milong couldn’t swing a crowbar, so he ran into him, slammed him against the wall and fell down and was hit by Milong with a heavy body. I escaped Milong’s back and staggered two steps. When the person was looking for the attacker’s vitals, Milong waved his crowbar without delay, intending to smash the opponent’s head, and I also aimed the bayonet at the man’s chin, intending to go straight from the bottom to the top. To Tianling cover.

The man calmly said to us: "Hey, I am your captain."

We squeezed into the corridor that was not very spacious, the dragon's crowbar swayed in the air, and my bayonet was on top of the visitor. Under the chin, Bu La maintained a posture of pulling the bolt up, and the ejected cartridge case was still rotating under his feet. Bean cake crouched and spread out his gun strap, like a dog leg in six doors. Veterinarian Hao seemed to bite a person, a snake Her ass seems to be pounding. Kang Ya is nestled in a place where she is not easy to be beaten. Ah Yi's face is frowned like a bitter gourd, holding his pistol flat, all beings are in a state of mind. A lieutenant colonel who was about to be pierced by a dragon and strangled to death by beancake, and had been punched a hole in his shoulder by Naruto.

He is very young, older than me, but not a big deal. If it is dirty, it is better to be covered in gunpowder. Blood is splashed on his clothes. If it is tired, it is better to say that he is a little tired. The opposite of this tiredness is that his eyes are very Bright, maybe the brightest pair of eyes I have ever seen. He always wears a smile, and people who see him at first sight will feel this way, but this kind of smile is not necessarily comfortable, because you will think that he put the smile on his mouth, that is, it is not a smile. It’s an attitude, you don’t have to question his humor, but you will hate his attitude, especially if you are a person like me who likes to hide a lot of things, you will feel that all your hiding is like a three-year-old kid wants to hide Attempt to start a dinosaur.

He is not our team leader, our team leader is Yu Xiaoqing. This kind of smile made me feel familiar and unfamiliar. Later, I remembered that if a dog could laugh, a big dog that ran across Zenda would laugh like this.

He drooped his eyelids, as if he wanted to see the tip of the knife on his chin. He glanced at me again, and I retracted the knife. At least half a centimeter of the tip of the knife has penetrated his skin, but I have no guilt. , Because the guy's eyes and expression definitely made me feel deeply insulted.

Then he looked at Milong, Milong still holding his crowbar.

He said unhurriedly: "You're good, all the way, the British guys are running, and the Chinese guys are on the run. You are the only ones I saw at war with the Japanese — hello, brother? There is no end?"

He drank Milong—I guess Milong felt the same as me, because Milong got up to let him pass by without the slightest guilt. The guy didn't intend to get up right away, but first glanced at a hole in his right shoulder that was pierced by a rifle that was not spicy, and then stood up with the gun—he didn't even have been hit by the Northeast rhino Putting off the British Bren type light machine gun in his hand, he first went and looked for the bullet hole on the wall behind him. He found it. The bullet penetrated the muscle of his shoulder and shot into the wall.

He turned around and immediately found the shooter behind us, "It's true. Another centimeter of shivering, my shoulder blade will call you scraps."

stood shivering in the smoke that filled the building. His gun was also trembling, like a non-destructive fire stick. The guy looked at him, except for him, we could see that the guy was looking at him almost admiringly, but he couldn't tell if it wasn't spicy. He was shaking more and more, shaking horribly.

is not hot and fears the officer most, and a minute ago, he beat a lieutenant colonel, and now, the lieutenant colonel has become the highest officer he has ever spoken to in his life.

When the smoke gradually dissipated, the group of people behind him appeared not spicy-most of them still maintained their vivid shapes-the lieutenant colonel's eyes suddenly became coldIt seemed to freeze, and the people under his gaze seemed to freeze. He looked at my colleague, and I looked into his eyes from the side.

I hate such eyes. When he sees you, he is a workman, and you are a corpse. Such eyes will not hide the inevitable death. This kind of eyes tells you that he has killed many people, and that is his kind. He has discarded many things. He has experienced many times of calmness and madness, sorrow and compassion-the eyes from the sea of ​​blood in the dead mountain.

is not spicy and suddenly no longer trembles, but under the Burmese brocade wrapped around him, a puddle of water is gradually leaching-he is scared to pee.

We were dead, and then the lieutenant colonel finally started to move. When he moved, he became more active. You would not think that someone is digging a grave for you. He is like you, a living person.

"You're good. Shoot someone you think is a Japanese soldier and hit a shot. It would be nice if there is less shivering." He commented, "I'm not afraid of people shivering, I'm afraid that someone might run to one. There is no need to tremble. The reward is ten and a half dollars, I didn’t bring it, and I will give it to you after this battle-how many of you have?"

It took a while to realize that his last question was not spicy, so all People looked at Ah Yi. And Ah Yi looked at me straightforwardly, "Company Captain Meng?"

So the guy looked at me too, and I lowered my head. I didn't want to be penetrated by such a person's eyes, "I don't know. I don't have time to count."

But he had already finished counting, and he swiped ten places at a glance, "It seems to be twenty-two.-surrounded by four Japanese soldiers as rabbits?"

I explained: "There are more than twenty Japanese soldiers. We don’t have guns. We only had a pair of pants when the plane landed.” The

who touched the bayonet in my hand with the mouth of the machine gun, “Is this your husband’s pants?”

I finally looked up and looked at the guy’s jokes. , That look really made me angry after experiencing all this, "Sir, if you want to kill me, you can also say that I still have a tooth to kill a Japanese." The

guy looked at me until I felt Can't help but lowered his head. "A good tooth-Lieutenant, do you often think that someone wants to kill you?" he said.

I bit my good bite. What he meant was that I was a persecuted maniac, but I knew that I was just an atheist who was rectified by God, and it happened that I happened to run into someone who was worse than me. The

who threw his machine gun to Milong, used his free hand to check the gunshot wounds on his shoulder, "There are only four Japanese soldiers, one more, I chopped a finger myself. You probably really got caught twice. Ten Japanese soldiers chased them, but they separated 16 to chase the British. They didn't think it was worth using twenty people to deal with all of you, only one machine gun and four people."

He said as he took off. He dropped half of his shirt and found a first aid kit to bandage the wound on his shoulder. It was very inconvenient. He looked up at us and looked at us with an expression of "Why don't you help me". He hesitated for a while. Veterinarian Hao finally Go up to help him, but Veterinarian Hao is obviously not willing to approach him.

The guy touched the bandaged wound, "If you only have a pair of pants, why don't you use them to kill the Japanese army?"

I watched the smoke, the explosion of the building next door, the fire that has penetrated from the top of my head. That guy, he looked at all of us. The burnt wooden tiles fell behind him and behind us. We have heard that a certain part of the building was burnt and collapsed, but the guy was motionless and calm as if digging. The tomb looked at us like a tomb.

He is a madman and said something crazy. Only a madman can be so peaceful in such a world.

The guy finally turned around and walked out, using the same speed as a walk, so we also kept a distance of one meter away from him. The speed was slow but we had to wait, because we would rather face the smoke than the fire. Walk in front of him.

Chapter twenty-six

We walked slowly along the forest edge where the Japanese army once hid and blocked us. There is a jeep parked here. There are four Japanese corpses beside the car, and there is a Chinese soldier's body on the car. We were silent, no one wanted to talk to such an unpredictable guy, we silently disarmed the dead for our use, the clothes underneath. The guy didn't seem to care about us either. He was carrying us on his back and kept looking at the two burning buildings.

But this lunatic really saved us, it is said that heThe plane landed safely at the airport, and then he got a car with his soldiers to find the troops scattered in the surrounding jungle. He found that we were surrounded, so he shouted long live in the fog and galloped from the left to the right. The Japanese army thought that the boss had arrived and assembled in the exposed position. He was reimbursed by a box of machine gun bullets. If it weren't for the shot that was fired, he was unharmed, and the death of the messenger had nothing to do with it. The death of the messenger was because he had drove through the entire Japanese army that surrounded the airport.

We are the first Chinese army he found. He said that his name was , and he was looking for the Sichuan Army under his command.

Long article suddenly turned around and called me: "Company Captain Meng!"

I drank water from the Japanese canteen, and his unpredictable yelling made me choke. I endured a cough and looked at him silently.

He said: "You have been dismissed. At the end, second-class soldier."

I gently finished the half of the cough I was holding back, because I needed anger to go down, "You are not our leader. We are. Sichuan Legion."

He looked at me brazenly, "The Sichuan Legion is assigned to me to command."

I stared at him, "The commander of the Sichuan Legion is Yu Xiaoqing."

Long article said nonchalantly: " He is dead. You are now under my control. That's it."

I have to be silent, now he is the biggest, he has the final say, what can you do?

After the guy solved me, his mind immediately jumped to another place, "It's a real damn fancy to deal with a British guy called the Three Corpse God. You don't happen to have someone who can speak English?"

I immediately tried to leave His gaze, but those guys who tossed about Japanese odds and ends looked at me without exception. So our regiment commander who met for the first time waved his big hand and wrapped us all in it, "You will be my command post from now on." Then he said to me: "You have upgraded, you are a good soldier, you will do it later. My messenger."

I can't stop myself from looking at the body of the Chinese soldier in the car. His last messenger is now a beehive. He understood what I meant, gave me a consciously interesting look, and said, "You are lucky. What's the matter with that leg?"

Veterinarian Hao replied for me: "He was killed by the enemy when he killed a sergeant with a grenade. Stabbed from behind with a bayonet." The old man

was a little angry, everyone was a little bit, because they all knew I was translating for Ah.

Long article looked at me again with interest, "So you can be a good sergeant, but can you not be a company commander? Don’t worry, the sergeant, after this battle, if you can’t cure your leg, just give me my leg. You pick it up."

We couldn't look at him in astonishment. But when I looked at him, I was definitely not surprised, it was horror.

My company commander worked for twenty-eight hours, the second-class soldiers worked for one minute, and the first-class soldiers worked for twenty seconds. Now I am Sergeant Mengfan. I was shivering with fear. He didn’t care about title at all. His heart is higher than the sky. In the eyes of a commander whose heart is higher than the sky, we are all legged cannon fodder. He will let you die ninety-nine times and ask why Don't make up enough a hundred times.

Now he doesn't care about me at all. He walks towards our group of people who are robbing Japanese bodies. Now we have four more 38 rifles, one center rifle and one Bren machine gun. Even if you are embarrassed to pick up the clothes of Chinese soldiers, Four of us can put on pants and four of us put on clothes. We are doing this.

Long article looked at us, "Why do you find everything you want to wear?"

Kang Ya is not always easy-going, it seems that everyone is righteous towards him, "We are naked, sir." Chief

sneered. Subordinates, "Is the cheongsam or skirt on my body?"

snake butt replied: "Burmese cloth. We just found this."

Long article waved his hand, "Tear them all, even the devil clothes."

I I promise that this makes people more angry than the removal of my post, as you can see from everyone's expressions at that moment.

Milong said unhappily to Long article: "Sir, if you die, you will die. If you are not happy, you will lie down, but if you are happy, you must have a piece of cloth at least." The

guy simply said: " You have pants. If you tear it off, even if it's just a pair of pants, it's a pair of Chinese pants."

Only people stood up and no one responded.

The veterinarian Hao by my side followed me with an ear: "This guy...maybe the devil scolds Chinese pigs, and he will let us talk about these three words.The muzzle rushes up. "

But the guy's ears are so amazing. He raised his hand and immediately convinced the objection similar to Veterinarian Hao. "I'm not that crazy-you all listen carefully. This is Myanmar. I will die here these days." For many yellow people, the only thing that can be used to identify people after death is the cloth wrapped around the dead. If this battle is not won, many people's corpses will not be able to return home. If they can be buried with their colleagues, it is called going home. Are you willing to bury them with the Japanese soldiers after you die? Are you dead and ghosts, and then sleep and eat with the Japanese soldiers, go out and enter the same? Three meals a day? "

My father loves to watch "Three Kingdoms". Zhuge Zhi is like a half-monster, and he likes to call it a monster. There is such a monster in front of me. The monster is wisdom, and the evil is radical against the current. He can easily let a group of people do what they least want to do

Everyone is busy tearing off the Burmese cotton or any clothes that are not Chinese.

A warehouse is exploding under the fog of the night. The warehouse we have been in has burned and collapsed. We are Against the backdrop of the fire, the corpses of the Chinese soldiers were transported and arranged in rows and placed on the open space.

Later, we arranged our dead in a row, and our wounded died. The Long article asked us to also include the corpses killed by the Japanese in the forest. Come together, it’s dark, we only found five corpses, plus him, we still have 22 living people.

Milong and Kangya moved the body of the Chinese soldier in the car and placed them side by side, Milong After putting down the corpse, he began to pick up the clothes of the Chinese soldiers. The

Long article stopped Mi Long, "What are you doing? "

Milong is righteous, and his two unbuttoned hands are still resting on the dead man's buttons, "wear your clothes." If I die, I won't bury a piece with Japan. "

"You have to take it off if you want to wear it." Remove your hand. "

"It is worn by the living and taken off by the dead." "Mi Long is obviously uneasy, his hand still stays where he has not moved. Long Wenwen pushed him on his head when he walked from him, and made him sit down, "I don't want you to feel that you will pay for it after you die." Will be stripped of clothes. This makes it even more dead. "

Then he started to take off. There were four corpses on the ground with only pants. He took off his hat and put on one of them, then he took off his shirt to the other, for the third he took off his shirt, for the fourth. So he took off his pants.

"Help them put them on. "The man who was already fucked like us said, his voice was a little dull.

We started to do that after a short silence. The lieutenant colonel with only a pair of pants, carrying a centering rifle, looked behind us. When we are doing this kind of busyness, our movements slowly turn from mechanical rigidity at the beginning to softness later. Veterinarian Hao even supports the back of the dead man’s neck with his hands so as not to knock his head down.

"Look, you guys Started to remember things, they are your fellow robes, and they are dead. "Long article said behind us.

When we finished this matter, we were silent beside the corpse. He walked two steps forward and looked at the corpses that had been marked with China. He walked a few more steps. Step, almost on the verge of the two burning buildings, one is exploding and the other is collapsing. He turned and looked at us, "Now I am like you, and I will be buried with you if I die. Don't be annoying. Haha. "

The laughter that came out directly made us shudder. The bursting building exploded again, and then the whole wall collapsed. The guy looked back again, not surprised, and It is to remind us where to look.

"You know what is exploding, right? ——I ask you the one with a look of ass. "The dragon article pointed at the dragon with his chin.

said with a look of donkey energy, "Guns, bullets, grenades, that's all. "The

dragon article teased all of us, "Even you know, then everyone knows. What was exploding was the gun that the British wanted to give us. You could have weapons. Go straight there and you will have weapons. But you went straight to your fig leaf and were surrounded by four Japanese soldiers. . "

"The British hit the bullet yao library. It is exploding." "A Yi said. The

Long article looked at A Yi, "Being bombed to death, surrounded by Japanese soldiers five times less than you, which one do you like?" "

We are silent. We don't like any of them, but if you have to choose, everyone will choose the former.

"Now the British canHaving said that, even the guns handed to us cannot be kept. "Long Wenwen said.

Then he knelt down, kneeling to the dead. In the foggy night before him, he knelt down to the corpses of the five Chinese soldiers in a strange posture, one knee. He held a weapon in one hand and a hand on his knee, and then he put his forehead on the back of his hand on his knee-he did that with half a cigarette.

We looked at him, now this neurotic We are not surprised what the guy does.

He knelt down to the dead-as if talking to the dead, only the dead knew what he said. He became very peaceful when he talked to the dead and never mocked. He was right. The dead are respected and equal to them.

Long article raised his head and looked at the dead soldier quietly, "Go, go, go, now you can go. "

The firelight reflected on that peaceful face, reflected calmness and madness, reflected sorrow and compassion.

I have never seen a person who treats the dead like this, but carelessly treats the living.

The fire in the distance is still there. It’s burning. We found an old gasoline can and filled it with water.

The guy who was only wicked to the living used a portable five-gallon fuel tank to pour something into the bucket, dark, maybe dye, Or asphalt, or even crude oil. In short, the whole bucket of water immediately turned black.

The big victory we heard at Zenda has now become a defeat. The British army does not want the Chinese allies to enter their former colonies, and even our army sits. Missing this opportunity, the Japanese army rushed in and became the decisive winner in Burma. Our main force retreated to Yunnan, while the British army retreated to India.

People like us were organized in hastily and then thrown into the battlefield to fill the gap. There are more routs in the rout. What we caught up was the tail of the war, the worst part. The

dragon article put down the barrel, got into the barrel, and we stared at the kid and did this incredible thing He looked at us and dipped his head into the dark liquid.

The black liquid was filled with bubbles caused by the guy breathing inside. Milong took a bayonet 38 rifle and made an assassination Of course, it’s only half-truth now. When the

guy came up again, he was completely black. He wiped his face, smiled, bared his white teeth and showed two white eyes. , Smiled and said: "Like a dark night, walking through the black woods in the dark. "

The black creature jumped out of the oil drum, shook like a dog, and threw us all black spots. He gestured to invite you to enter the urn-come down to us.

That stuff stinks. People want to vomit—we got in one by one and dipped ourselves in.

He made a bucket of stinky stuff and let us get in. When we came out, we were enough to scare our mother to death. I'm glad that my father is not here. , Otherwise he would definitely say that I was insulting to the court-to the court that I never felt glorious.

We got out one by one, stood there, dripping with black water, at a loss-even Veterinarian Hao Never let it go. It’s hard to describe such an army, naked, black as moldy bark, primitive like ancient times, with improvised backs, ammunition bags, and grenades. The rope is tied around the neck, and the bayonet is tied to the waist. We divide the weapons from the dead as much as possible, so that everyone has usable guys. Some people are fucking a thick tree stick.

And the dragon article is tidying up ourselves The Lee Ensfield rifle, "Go away, the living must move, and the living must go to war. "

complains not spicy: "Damn naked. "

Long article said eloquently: "Qi said that he has no clothes, and the same robe with his son. "

The old folks don’t know what he’s talking about. I and Ayi understand a few words. It will take a long time for us to understand that his eight words are adequate.

So we set off.

Chapter 27

We are a group of mandrills advancing in the forest in a skirmish formation-the dragon article leading the team clearly knows military affairs, although he rarely uses military terminology. He uses this area for scouts, home teams, flanks and rears. Twenty-two people took care of it. The man who commanded us is a mystery. He must have fought many battles. He has never used military terminology, but he has taken into account all kinds of tactical details. Only those who have been exposed on the battlefield can do this. But he is even worse than the translation. A hundred times better thanPeople who are twice as hateful as Ayi should be executed, I think.

Milong took the Bren-type light machine gun and sent him the most lethal weapon, but he was not satisfied. He wiped a hand on himself, put it under his nose and smelled it. He doubled down. satisfaction.

Kang Ya complained: "I'm hungry."

Milong wiped the thing on the tree and said, "I'm going to throw up. I seem to have just fought with Mao Keng."

I reminded him, "Then you I have to vomit something in my stomach."

Kang Ya had support, so she complained, "He is full. But what about us? We have to chew on the bark, just walk and walk. "

He came without food, not only was his car running out of gas, he couldn't even find any food waste. Based on the British attitude towards us, I think the car was stolen-but does it matter?

I want to turn everyone’s attention elsewhere, "I’ll talk about it later. Now the most important thing is where is he taking us?"

With me fanning the fire like this, the lost dragon immediately started to rush towards the front The dragon article yelled: "Hey, the black seven mochi, and we are also the black seven mochi, where are you going to take us?"

The answer of the dragon article is simply perfunctory, "Front. Front."

I raised my voice. Said: "Where to go is not the front?"

Long article still perfunctory, "front, front." But I reminded him, he called at me: "Send Lingbing, come forward, you should not leave me A land of three meters!"

Who will go to him? I don’t know what it means to be tired, or from a vulnerable angle. I pretended not to hear, and continued to whisper to Milong and the others: "I have never seen such a bastard. Bastard, Ba Ga."

Kang Ya said: "I will call him Ba Ga from now on." The

dragon article is still calling: "Successor!"

I pretended not to hear, "No, not enough, he called to death."

Milong nodded, "Dead, dead, good, I will kill him."

Hao walking in front of us The veterinarian turned his head and looked at me, "I'm annoying, what are you thinking about?"

"Twist your neck back and look forward, don't flash your old arms and legs. The front is hurting his ancestors, so you die. Damn it." I used my chin to point to the dragon article.

Long Wen raised his voice, "Send the commander! Come here at once!"

This time I heard a gun bolt sound, and the brothers in front of me were okay, and they all flashed away, revealing the guy holding the gun at me. The lost dragon next to me was interesting enough. Standing next to me, looking at him gloomily like me, said, "I killed him."

"I have to laugh when you are." I said, and then walked to the guy, as if he had been caught. I delayed the order three times.

Milong muttered bitterly behind me: "I really killed him."

When I walked to the dead, the guy was actually happy and patted me on the shoulder, "I want to make Lao Tzu empty." Is the title leader? You are still too tender."

I said coldly: "I have a leg injury."

is dead and dead, and actually said: "So you should go faster and see the doctor. The front is front."

So we continued walking, walking forward.

Afterwards, we kept calling him dead. Later, for the rest of my life, I loved watching old anti-Japanese movies the most. Once the Japanese soldier on the screen yelled to death, I started to laugh from my heart, and the smile lines spread from my heart to the corner of my mouth.

That is the thing left to me. "

Chapter 4

We are still walking endlessly in the endless jungle. The cry of the beasts and the night owls has hardly surprised us. We are tired and hungry. Dead dead dead La walked a bit slower, and adjusted it so that it was not spicy, came up to support me.

"Where are we going?" "I'm asking you to die, die.

die, die, give me a look, "Look for the airport." I am looking for the airport. "

I reminded him: "It's not half past eleven." "

is dead, dead, I looked at my watch, "Oh? It's half past three. "

I watched that guy pretend to be silly. He not only laughed at the emotions and desires of living people, but also at the intelligence and wisdom of living people like this.

I deliberately said things clearly, "The airport is at 11:30. . "

is dead, so he turned his wrist a bit, "Look, half past eleven. "

"Don't treat everyone as fools." Battle of XuzhouI was also educated when I was fighting the Japanese army. "I looked at him and said.

was dead, so happy again, "There is a Japanese army in a straight line." The road I take you on is clean. Can you get a fight if you hit the Japanese army now? "

In this regard, he thought he blocked me to death, but I still looked at him suspiciously, "Who are you?" "

"I am the commander of the Sichuan Army." "Dead, dead, I looked at me indisputably, and saw that I turned away. The guy waved to the people behind and adjusted the formation again to fit the wider road.

We thought We want to go back. Yesterday we were haunted by ghosts. Today we are haunted by ghosts. We want to go back today-if we borrow a dragon, people owe it. We threatened with mutiny, and he finally promised to take us back to the airport to supplement our supplies. Believe him, because at that time we didn’t know that he owed more than us combined. The

road became wider and wider, and it was no longer trampled by humans and beasts, but artificially built. Our single vertical has also become a double vertical .

The guy suddenly jumped from the right side of the road into the road. He couldn't see anything in the mist and night. He didn't waste any time, lying on the ground listening, then jumped up and waved vigorously.

Shuangzong responded to his gesture and hid in the grass and bushes on both sides of the road. When I got down, I hit my leg injury again, and I wanted to scream in pain. He slammed my mouth to the ground to eat the dirt, so I With grass and dirt in his mouth, I looked at the landscape on the highway. First, the lights of the car lights and the night fog, and then the motorcycles, trucks, bicycles, and the sound of booming—there were tanks. The Japanese column had passed by. After a long breath, my eyes widened when they finally passed.

The hand that finally pressed on my head patted me comfortingly. What is the meaning of such cheap comfort? I vomit. I sat up with something hunger in my mouth.

I stared at the man and asked, "Where did you bring us?" "

is dead, dead, I didn't waste a second of listening to me. He flashed beside me and went out. We were astonished and horrified inexplicably and stepped on the road that no longer felt smooth.

was dead. He waved his hand violently, "Run! "He started to run violently. We were almost grief and anger, but in this dazedness, we could only follow. A few people consciously supported me, and the big family united a lot when facing a wicked person together. The guy ran several hundred meters. Later, I stopped abruptly and started waving, and then plunged into the woods on the roadside. We hurriedly followed in. This time I was a lot more careful. When I fell down, I let myself lie on my back without touching the wound as much as possible.

So this time I was fortunate enough to look up at the passing of another Japanese army column, lights, wheels, motorcycles, bicycles, trucks, and so on.

Then the guy got up again and went deep into the jungle without saying a word. We were only silent and angry. Followed.

Chapter twenty-eight

is dead now and finally stopped, sitting on a withered tree root to rest, we almost burst out when we passed him, because the guy was laughing," I said, where are we running? "The bean cake replied stupidly: "Myanmar." "

Beancake screamed because he was slapped by the snake ass. We stared at him, we were out of anger.

"In the place where you want to lie to us." You know. "I said.

is dead, dead, spreading out, "Heaven and earth conscience, I don't know. "

"Just now at least two Japanese squadrons-two squadrons. "Ayi spoke with anger.

is dead and smiling, he belongs to the kind of person who can flicker between scaring you to death, angering you, laughing to death, and crying to death. He is very infectious. But he completely ignored the drop caused by his infection, so you will always feel mocked in such a drop.

is dead dead and said: "I think they seem to be retreating. "

I said: "Nonsense! Is the retreat so long and orderly? They are definitely attacking! "

dead dead, looking up at me, "do you think so too?" Maybe we are retreating. "

"We are also in the fucking attack!" You cheated to attack! ——Are you a traitor? Tricked us to drill into the encirclement. How much did you sell us? "I'm angry, and I want to incite others to get angry.

is dead, dead, indifferentHe smiled and said, "I'm annoying, you make an offer yourself, so how many elders can you sell such a light bone that can be pulled off the ground by pulling your hair?"

I am angry and speechless, in my scolding war This is quite rare in history, and he is really good at hitting the parts that everyone cares about most. My counterattack was so weak that I wanted to pump myself, "Meng is annoying, it’s not what you call it."

Die die and laughed: "Familiarity is looking for food with you, and died the person who buried a hole with you. Yeah. I’m probably good enough.”

Lost love knows that playing tricks doesn’t necessarily take advantage, so he simply said straightforwardly: “I’m not going to learn from you girls in silence. I want to go back.”

Dead dead dead with great interest Looking at Milong, he said in a northeastern accent: "Will you return to the Northeast? Masters of the Northeast, you are going in the wrong direction."

If I was a qi knot, Milong was about to burst at that moment, he stood there like A piece of wood, but every one of us heard his gritted teeth.

He gritted his teeth and said: "I'll go back."

died and said: "The airport is about to fall. Maybe it's already lost."

Milong still gritted his teeth, "Who is going back to fucking England? People airport? Go back."

"Walking back to China like this? It's no better than playing with those two squadrons." He died trying to persuade Milong.

Milong insisted to the end, "just go back."

When Milong insisted so without fancy, his deadly expression was no longer mocking, and more bleak, he sighed like a dead person watching Across the river Styx.

Die, die, mutter: "I’m sorry, brother who died, let’s stop fighting, they are going to go back and nest again. The brothers who died in the northeast and southeast, the brothers who died in the Central Plains, the brothers who died in Jiangsu and Zhejiang The brothers buried under the scorched earth in Hubei, Hunan, and those who died in Burma will not be buried in the world. The heavens and the earth are spiritual, and the great old man is sick."

We were silent, and he made us very guilty. The person lowered his head.

We sound guilty, but people will not die of guilt. probably not.

He kept looking at us, and then he was no longer dim, he stood up again, "Okay, go back. I'll explore the path for you."

We watched the guy disappear into the jungle with his gun on his back At this point, we are still silent, and this silence needs to be broken by a person who is best at hype.

"Will he really take us back?" I asked.

This is a question, and a question is usually a pit, and there will always be people who jump bravely. Milong was the first one, "There will be ghosts. Look at his face like a dog with a mouse."

Hao veterinarian raised an objection: "What is a dog with a mouse?"

is not spicy. If you have one, say: "You tell me what we have? If you can't win, you will go to death. This is called a dog and a mouse."

Hao Veterinarian was a little confused, "...anyway, fight a Japanese devils, don't call a dog and a mouse."

"Veterinarian, what caused us to fall into the pit is the facts and not the truth. Have you killed half a devil? You have cured a person? Can you do something to tell your truth?" I said.

I can't see Old Man Hao's face on the black skin. I can only see that he is depressed. I was still very lethal when he was dead. I started to strike while the iron was hot, "He will throw us all to the Japanese army. I did not say that he is a traitor, but he is a madman-we fell from the world to the present, more than fifty times when we were in heaven. Twenty-two-I was led by a lunatic to run wild in the Japanese defensive circle."

said softly and softly: "If you want numb, it's gone."

Beancake said softly, "It’s better to numb. Now."

I glared at these two broken mouths so as not to lead the topic to nowhere. Fortunately, my new friend Milong is always the person who is straight to the subject, "I will kill him!"

I clearly persuade Milong, but actually fanned the flames, "You can't kill him. As soon as his upper lip touches his lip, you will The tongue is left out and panting."

Milong waved a crowbar. This guy was holding a machine gun, but he didn't give up the crowbar. This guy is a bit greedy by nature, "Who has slapped him? I'm so neat. Die him!"

He finished yelling, and we were all silent. The silence was very ambiguous. Most of them looked at Milong in silence. Only Veterinarian Hao and A Yi looked at me thoughtfully. I stared at them both back, then looked at everyone, and said, "You guys don't suffocate? You guys suffocate?"

No one can suffocate. They are sometimes sensitive and sometimes dull, and now they pretend to be dull because of sensitivity.

I aimed at Milong again, "Forget Milong, they won't let you do it. They don't know where that guy came from and what he did. Our head is Yu Xiaoqing, and he said that Yu Xiaoqing was dead when he moved his mouth. Now, he is the head of the team. I can say the same with the tinplate cut two stars on the clothes-but they can be fooled by that stuff."

The lost dragon is not stupid, his intuition is shrewd, He immediately understood this kind of understanding, so he scanned - or despised everyone, "Oh, you know, it means it's time to pretend to be a grandson. Isn't it?"

"Well. It's time." I Nod.

Now they are a little uncomfortable, a little bit ready to move, they look at me and Milong, lower their heads, and then look at Milong and us.

Kang yelled and said: "I said...what else, is there any other way? He saved us up and down."

"Milong also said to kill you to kill me, are you dead? By him? Get down on the ground-Milong, you mean to die and dizzy, right?" I turned to Milong during the second half of the sentence.

Milong nodded, "Well. If he can beat him."

I agree, "He can beat him."

hesitantly said, "We...how can we drag him back to the country? If he goes crazy again, sooner or later will be a death... Isn't that saving him?"

"You are alive. He saved us, and now we are saving him-camp, what do you think?" I looked at Ah Yi.

Our camp has been looking at the watch, and now the watch seems to have become the most beautiful thing. I looked at the watch, turned his head up and looked at us.

"Don't look at it, you didn't get the watch back. Besides, you forgot to wind it up-look at us." I am reminding Ah Yi who helped him get the watch.

Ah Yi's mouth seemed to be sewn on, but finally nodded.

This is exactly what I want, "The camp's meaning is that this is not done by a fan, it is done by all of us."

No one said anything, but I insisted on seeing everyone except Veterinarian Hao. Nodded.

Milong said: "You are so clear as to take off your pants and fart. You are a bad thing." He sullen, but there is no doubt a little grateful. I also sullen, "You have to make it clear. I'm not cheating." Then I touched his crowbar. The guy was a little bit weak on this side, and instead shook it violently until I whispered to him: "It will kill people."

So Milong understood and went to clean up his crowbar. I don't need my help anymore. I looked at the veterinarian Hao next to him. The old man sat down gloomily, and I tried my best to get around him.

Veterinarian Hao seemed to say to himself: "It's annoying, but it's really not cheating. It's not cheating."

It was a sarcasm, I ignored him, I didn't go away, and just stood. Seeing what else he said beside him.

The old man sighed: "...what are we doing?"

"We?" I looked at the old man.

Veterinarian Hao didn't say anything anymore, so I watched Milong wrapping his crowbar with cane, and the most careful snake butt of the water mill went to help him.

He was talking about "us" instead of "you", which meant some kind of compromise, so I was silent. What are we doing? We are just a group of people who cannot dominate ourselves, we cannot dominate ourselves, but we do not want to be dominated by others.

This kind of behavior is when we are somewhat listless, we sit or stand dull, no one speaks. Milong was not so vigorous when holding his weirdly tangled vine stick. The surrounding area is not quiet. The gunshots have been spreading far away. In fact, since we landed, the gunshots have been reminding us that we have been on the battlefield.

We finally watched that guy emerge from the mist, with his gun in his hand, coming over from the branches and leaves and mist, Milong wanted to meet him, I kicked him, Milong stopped, and waited Come die, die, come here.

dies, dies. He hung the gun back on his shoulders when he approached us. It was a finally relaxed gesture, and there was an uncertain expression on his face, "There is..."

and he stopped, because He saw the expression of the dragon and all of us. It was an expression of putting a bucket of water on the top of the door and waiting for someone to push the door. Milong stopped waiting and swung the stick violently.But the guy jumped back abruptly to let the stick swing empty, and then he turned and ran away without hesitation, and Milong went after him without hesitation.

We don’t have the courage to help the dragon for the time being. We just watched the two goods running around the trees in the jungle, watching the stick of the dragon swaying empty, that guy is very wicked, his brother is as naked as we are. He didn't take off his shoes, but Milong has been unable to find shoes of his size on the dead man. Now he is dead and he is jumping up and down looking for some disaster-prone rugged terrain. He jumps on the ridges and drills into the bushes. The dragon followed him and jumped down the ridge. Milong just jumped down a hurdle and raised a pierced foot in pain. The guy turned around and slammed Milong's side skull with a fist. We watched in amazement as Milong was lying down with a punch by him, and then slammed his foot. kick. The guy made an extremely cruel move, and the lost dragon called out.

He kicked the Milong rib again, and then looked at us, "The Japanese army is just like this idiot on the ground now." He took a breath and kicked again, and the Milong cried strangely. "They were determined to win. The British ran mad, and the Japanese chased mad. A coalition pulled out a brigade. We were defeated, and they were defeated. No one has been attacking them. Guns, they chased them down and even threw them away. To win the battle, they just need to poke them with one finger like this stupid chasing after me that makes me unable to stand still..."

Milong stabbed a finger, that is to say, gave a violent kick. Milong groaned, but grabbed his foot. He still underestimated the extent of Milong's beating. At least half of Milong's fiasco was He pretended, so he grabbed his foot and punched his crotch with the other hand.

We looked at those two dumbfoundedly: dead dead, squatting with the crotch in between, jumping, jumping away from the dangerous goods of Milong. Milong climbed up and faltered, and he was beaten enough, groping for his lost crowbar on the ground.

The lost dragon yelled at us, and he bounced behind him into the bushes. If it weren't for this kind of thing in this place, I think we would all be laughing crazy.

The lost dragon looked around, "What about my family bus? What about the family bus? People? Other people?"

To facilitate the attack, his machine gun was handed over to Kang Ya, and Kang Ya stuffed him with the machine gun. On hand.

Milong waved it, and found that something was wrong, "You're crazy! I didn't want to kill him!"

But what about him, that guy's physical strength is so strong that he can use a machine gun as a stick. He rushed to the bushes with his machine gun, then was smashed back by a rifle butt, and fell to the ground in two steps.

I greeted: "Let's go together!"

A group of flies can nail eggs because there are people like me who open the seams. Everyone moved at once. I watched the guy disappear into the jungle three times. The dragon who was beaten repeatedly but said that he could not fail was crawling in again. Kang Ya picked him up from the humus layer. Crowbar.

Not spicy took the lead. I tripped over the butt of the rifle sticking out of the bushes, and jumped out of the bushes. The weight acceleration and both feet fell on the back of the bushes, and I stepped on them so badly that they didn't vomit blood. The guy was limping, running like me with a split hip, he picked a direction and limped all the way.

I yelled: "Don't mess! Outflanking with shoes! Chasing without shoes!"

We chased behind, even if not hesitating, Veterinarian Hao had 22 pairs.

Chapter 29

That guy is haunting the mist and branches. It’s not a good thing to be too close to him. Whenever he turns around and stays, disappears and then reappears, there is always someone who was stabbed by him and fell to the ground. .

I organized an offensive formation, "Hold him! The people next to him quickly!"

But I was not limping, the snake's butt was kicked by him and rolled down the ridge. Kang Ya was waving her teeth and claws. Crowbar, while going around from the side to an angle that will not hinder the death, death, and continue to run, he also appreciates the death, turned around and ran up the mountain road. The main misfortune that Kangya encountered was being caught up from behind. Milong kicked his ass.

Fleeing to the top of the mountain, dead and dead, and disappeared in the mist. The already pained Milong and a donkey took the lead, chasing after a mob.

I limped and jumped vigorously until Veterinarian Hao supported me. I glared at Ah Yi who was even behind us, letting his conscience realize that he finally started to jump forward.

I looked at the wry smile on Veterinarian Hao's face, and I started to smile too.

This originally very serious incident has been dead, dead, and made like a joke, but we have to chase it down-if he is really a leader as he claims, it would be wrong for us to not blame everyone. suitable. "

Milong lifted his machine gun upside down so that he could smash it instead of firing. He ran over and came back, because he found that the person he was chasing was squatting behind the tree in the sidewalk as if nothing had happened-and turned his back to him.

Milong After learning to behave, he tiptoed and changed his sneaking, and found that the machine gun can also kill people. He shot a shoulder and fished a thick tree stick from the ground.

Then the guy turned his head and hissed at him, then turned his head again Back to the original direction. With Milong’s temperament, it is difficult to fight such an opponent who did not regard himself as an opponent, so he also looked in that direction.

We were all in line, we also looked in that direction, we were silent, The gunshot was very close, it was a single shot of a 38-type rifle, and in the gap between the gunshots, we could clearly hear the sound of the dragon gritting his teeth-that kind of sound made you want to choke a tree stick in his mouth so as not to He crushed his teeth-but when I watched Milong, the expression I saw was sad rather than angry.

The place we looked down was on the hillside of this small hill, and there was a Japanese army at the foot of the mountain. The position was formed by only a few foxholes, and the soil in the bag contained some simple sandbag fortifications. A nine-two heavy machine was thrown on the beach that monitored the foot of the mountain, but no one was in charge. A dozen Japanese soldiers in the place were playing something they found more interesting. There were more than a dozen dead bodies on the river beach, but they were accurately shooting one of them with a rifle. It was obviously a gambling game. The guns were almost all thrown in the firing position. For the sake of fairness, they shared a 38 rifle. With the sound of the gun and the screams from that body, they broke out "I hit the leg" and "he was screaming again." The laughter and noise in Japanese.

The man lying down on the river beach is impossible to see in the mist, but he is yelling. That is also the reason for the sadness and anger of the dragon-that is Li Wula.

Li Wula has been Calling: "I am Li Liansheng! Jilin people! The bastard over there! Don't be a cat! Give me a shot! You guys have guns! Give me a shot, I am Li Liansheng! Come with you! "

You can be sure that he was called by no means the Japanese army, but it was the Japanese who shot him, and another shot was hit on his shoulder. Li Wula now has no strength to call, but she shivered and buried her head in shallow water. He was sobbing.

There was a ringing around me, and the lost dragon rushed out. If he was chased to death, he was like a foolish gorilla, but now he is like a rhino that can crush everything. , I have never seen a man holding a machine gun upside down like this while holding a barrel like this, and waving his other hand with a tree stick that was originally used to die. He rushed down from this slope so fast Let the branches draw blood out of him, and a small tree running across the road was hit by him in two sections.

The second one was dead dead. When the guy stood up, he was a black panther. He was holding his Zhongzheng rifle and holding up the bayonet on the gun. The third one was not spicy, although he almost tripped when he jumped in, which hindered his vision. I wanted to be the fourth, but the snake butt did it. The fourth. The fifth is a group-Chinese people have to have a seam to do things. Now there are four.

When we have become a group, the lost dragon has been urinating with one who is leaving the game. In the encounter with the Japanese army, he threw out the thick-armed tree stick, the thing spun out and the lost dragon did not stop at all. After he rushed for a few steps, the flying stick drank the muffled sound that hit the skull. I can hear it all here, and then Milong used a twenty-pound machine gun to smash a Japanese army with his back facing him.

I climbed the mountain and made sure that the Japanese army was dead. .

Milong finally met someone who could rival him. A Japanese sergeant pulled out a knife. He reacted so fast that he didn't even turn around. Instead, he drew the knife and then turned around and chopped. At this point, he couldn't turn around, so he yelled at the sergeant with white teeth-I saw a spectacle in this war, a guy as black as a mandrill could split him into two with a foot. The half-knife revealed two white eyes and a white tooth yelling, and the guy holding the knife completely gave up the chopping frame after a violent stupefaction, and he ran away.

A dark figure rushed through the fans. Beside the dragon, silentlyHe pierced the gun into the back waist of the sergeant. It was dead. He rushed to a bunch of Japanese soldiers who were still piled together, but had already given up the game and turned around. After picking another Japanese soldier to death, he was By the way, the 38 rifle that had been used for competitions, there were three people behind the gun, but they were too scared to step forward by the black charm rushing out of the fog.

The muzzle trembles so much that we can understand the muttering of the Japanese soldier's mouth, because it is the Chinese pronunciation: "Monsters, but scattered-monsters, but scattered."

is dead, dead, bent. The waist was shifting, and suddenly weird screams. I have heard some natives of Nanfeng who are still slash-and-burn cultivating and eating raw meat make this kind of war roar. The Japanese army fired a gun. At such a close distance, he was so scared that he was so scared to death. La pierced his throat from the bottom up.

All of us who crashed into those Japanese soldiers were all of us. With the dull crash, the limbs tipped over, the black body and the yellow uniform were twisted together, the black fingers pinched the yellow throat, and the white gun stab splashed. The red blood, the dark tree stick waved, and the brown butt fell.

I finally reached the foot of the mountain from my tumbling downhill journey. When I got up, the fight was over, and my dark body was separating from the yellow military uniform. I was stunned to look at the soldiers who I knew well, so that the slashing of the flesh can make people addicted. My fox and dog party are indulging, and blood and anger break through their foreheads.

I have never fought such a battle, the sheep tore the jackal to pieces in a few minutes. The murderer turned out to be so weak that the dead Japanese army finally believed that the group of black ghosts that rushed out of the forest in the fog were exotic mountain mandrills-if the clothes were well-dressed, the fight would never go so smoothly. If you accept that guy, we will kill the enemy with pants. .

I heard a scream. When I turned around, it was the Japanese soldier who was stunned by the dragon with a tree stick. He screamed like a woman and fled. The dragon came over and drove me away. This guy finally thought that the machine gun should be used for firing. He shot, and half of the bullet flew over the treetop on the head of the Japanese soldier.

Hell, he took the machine gun and flipped the Japanese soldier over with a half-shuttle bullet. He glanced at Milong, but Milong didn't look at him, and Milong went straight away.

Milong walked to the river beach, and Li Wula's body, whose life or death was unknown, was lying in the shallow.

We see that Milong's gait is a virtue to beat Li Wula again, but he stepped forward, fiddled with Li Wula, and then picked up the body from the water.

When the dragon held Li Wula and watched the mist motionless, we thought there was another enemy from the riverbank. We quietly picked up the weapons discarded by the Japanese army, but we stopped and we were in the mist. The people who appeared slowly were embarrassed, but they had clothes and weapons-a small number of British troops, and some Chinese people. They remained silent after the rest of their lives.

Not spicy suddenly yelled: "It's numb! You are a dead pig's brain!"

He stepped on the water and ran over. The Chinese, especially the Chinese villagers, did not hug him. He slammed his numb head on the left and right. Beancake made a silly smile beside me that was hard to hear and could only be laughed to myself.

Bean Cake screamed "Brother Ma" and started the endless project of snot and tears.

To Ma is far more fortunate than most of us. The plane he was on landed at the airport without incident. He received the equipment and was assigned to a temporary patrol. A Japanese army drove them into this pocket-shaped valley, and then, as they did with us, the main force pursued them and the small team stayed behind. They were blocked by the Type 92 on several occasions, but the heavy machine gun now belongs to us.

Yaoma was muttering with his friends who had lived in the river valley. The result of the muttering was that several people began to take off their clothes-clothes and food were not spicy, but he shook his head if it was not spicy. He only needs food.

felt weird to be numb, "Is it just addictive?"

is not spicy and doesn't speak, just pick the big leaves of the plant and wipe his bayonet, the bayonet just saw blood.

"...put it on and put it on! You don't wear it either!" Of course, it is not not spicy to drink like this, but the beancake that has always been protected by him.

Beancake smiled and said: "I don't know what's wrong, I'm brave and bold. I'll kill a devil while being naked."

"Blow, blow, and then you say you are Du Yuming's son." To Ma said.

The bean cake immediately became a little guilty, "...Actually, I killed half a devil. I took a gun and strangled him for the upper half, but the lower half was not spicy and stabbed to death with a bayonet. You killed a few.? "

, who has been fighting and losing, is also a little frustrated. He chooses not to talk to non-spicy bean cakes anymore.

"Don't take me three days, look at it with admiration." I don't understand, he and the beancake, who has always been sheltered by him, only parted this morning. He also doesn't understand why the clothes that have always been accounted for are not spicy. "

should be numb and tempting, not too hot," I just got it out of the British man's warehouse, feeling and smelling, my heart is warm. "

refused to be spicy," I fucking touched and smelled the skin warmth from my mother. "

"Black?" "

"It's dark." "

I sat quietly, Veterinarian Hao bandaged me with the first aid kit I just got from this group of soldiers. I didn't care about the deteriorating wound anymore. I was staring at it to death.

He looks like a person with no emotions. At this time, he is not dealing with anyone, but is picking up the Type 92 heavy machine gun that no one cares about.

Milong walks by holding Li Wula, to be exact. It was not Li Wula that attracted all my attention. The tormented Li Wula was completely silent, not even moaning anymore, so I watched the lost dragon walk by us and put the northeastern man in his hand in the quietest place. The corner of

. The lost dragon quietly taking care of a dying man looks heartbreaking—if you pay attention—he raised Li Wula’s head with a blade of grass, and used a pair of frames that had just smashed several frames. He sorted out Li Wula’s soaked hair. He put all the food he got beside him, broke off a small piece, and put it in Li Wula’s mouth. He even had the patience to help the other party’s gums. Squeeze the biscuits with a little effort, and then use a moderate amount of water that will never choke on a dying person to help Li Wula flush.

I gently stabbed Veterinarian Hao who was helping me bandage. Veterinarian Hao just looked up and looked down. Shaking his head, "Can't save. After dozens of shots, the blood ran out while still in the water. "

So I had to watch again. Milong chewed the dried meat into silk and stuffed it into Li Wula's mouth. I watched a man from Northeast Heilongjiang holding the soaked head of a man from Northeast Jilin, using them to truly say The northeastern dialect of the land whispered in the ears of the dying person, and occasionally a few words floated over. If you can understand them, they are all like "OK, okay", "It's okay, it's okay", "What a gadget", and "Masters". All meaningless murmurs.

We never know what kind of grudges Milong and Li Wula have. We only know that Milong always beats Li Wula, but always gives him food when the latter is half-dead. So we avoid Milong even more. , We want to hate a person so much to treat him like this, let him live just to endure anger.

But what Milong seems to have is more than just anger.

We watched Milong use his forehead against Li Wula’s forehead, that’s We have never expected him to act intimacy towards others. The

dead team is still moving forward in the jungle. Now it has expanded several times and is already a company system. The black skin walked in front of the guard. , Dressed to take care of the wings and rear, most people now have weapons, and the 92-type heavy machine gun was dead and sent to be carried.

The lost dragon walked in the middle of the team with Li Wula on his back. Wula was wearing someone else’s clothes. As Veterinarian Hao said, he no longer bleeds, and only water ticked to the ground.

Li Wula moved a bit later. He lost too much blood to make him invisible. He used The hand resting on Milong's shoulder fumbled for Milong's forehead. Milong walked with no expression on his face. The person on his back did this kind of groping. The hand touched Milong's forehead and fell off the bridge of his nose. He came down. Milong felt a head hanging on his shoulder with no expression.

Milong was walking. He didn't intend to stay.

The Battle of the River Valley made him die. The company, and then he still pulled us in the jungle, really like what he said, the Japanese army stretched the front too long, mixed with a bucket of water and a bottle of wine, the hair was hanging in the war.

Li Wula was at us He died ten minutes later, but Milong kept carrying him. He carried his fellow countryman and walked for more than an hour without saying a word. We suddenly wanted to understand one thing. There is no such thing as Milong, the guy in the northeast. Anyone living in the Northeast.

In the morning light of the jungle, Milong is still walking with the corpse on his back, his expression and posture have not even changed at all. He seems tireless, with a back The corpse of the machine.

is carrying the light machine gun that the dragon should be holding on his back, as if to make a copyWhat I did not do.

Veterinarian Hao didn't dare to look at him when he passed by, "Long."

didn't respond.

Hao veterinarian said softly: "People are dead early."

did not respond.

Die, die, raise our voice, "Can you take a shot? Can you die for the little Japan? What are you going to do?"

We were taken aback, watching the dead on the side of the road. , Because what came out of that guy’s mouth was the Northeastern dialect, we almost thought this guy was a Northeastern, but that’s beyond count. He used the Northeastern dialect to quarrel with Milong before, and used the Beiping dialect to fight me. In Shaanxi dialect and Hao Veterinarian, his mouth even popped out the roar of the border ethnic minorities, and he couldn't do anything about it—the product was a dialect machine.

Milong stared at him, because "Shan Pao" was a very serious Northeast curse, and it was aimed at a dead person.

It's dead, dead, as if I can't notice the eyes of Milong, and then said: "What should I do to know? Take a machine gun to kill. Who is the whole dead tired of fooling? The turtle baby stuff."

No, he went straight to the head of his team. Milong didn't look angry, but at a loss. He was at a loss for a while, then put Li Wula down on the side of the road, and pulled his machine gun back from Yao Ma's shoulder.

In eleven years of exile, Milong was already a cruel person to himself, and he never looked back when he left the corpse on the roadside. I watched with trepidation as he passed from dead to death and went to the head of the team.

I was very worried that Milong would kill him, because Milong didn't say to kill him-later I found out that Milong had muted himself, and he kept talking down.

I'm dead, I'm calling me: "The messenger! Within three meters! You immediately give me the distance that an ear scraper can draw!"

So I limped to follow.

Our gang of niggas crouched on the first line behind the trees on the edge of the forest, and the one wearing clothes was the second line of the impact.

I'm still three meters away from death this time. I squatted beside him and looked at the forest outside-a British underground fortification, where Japanese soldiers threw grenades one by one into the hole. , The machine gun is shooting blindly inside-you don't know what it is doing.

Dead dead, whispered: "Pass it on. I will copy with my left hand to the left, and my right to copy. I will wave my hand."

I pass it to the ass of the snake, the ass of the snake to the dragon, and the dragon should pass. Give the bean cake, but he is now muttering to himself depressed, and the bean cake is not only four meters away, at a distance that can't be photographed with the palm of his hand, but he is intent on numb to his asylum.

Milong picked up a stone from the ground and threw it over. The stone was too big, and he slammed it on the head of the bean cake again. With a bang, the bean cake finally turned around and took a look at Milong. , And then fell straight down.

In the astonishment of all of us, we were about to rush over and fight the dragon, we were in a rush, and the clothed man and the black ghost separated the two together.

Fortunately, the Japanese army tens of meters away are exploding grenades happily, otherwise our group of ambushers will be ambushed.

The dead left hand began to wave down.

Milong started shooting. His arm strength was amazing, but he didn't use it properly. The deterrence of his machine gun was far greater than its lethality.

It is worth mentioning that he has black greens on his eye sockets that must be punched out.

We started copying from the left and right wings at the same time, shooting.

He was shooting while he was numb, and the nosebleed that was beaten by the dragon was flowing happily.

Our team has expanded again. The double vertical has become a three vertical. The middle vertical is a heavy machine gun and heavy equipment carried by manpower. He has to carry a corner of the machine gun and wipe his nose bleed in angrily. Obviously it is punishment for him. .

The lost dragon walked at the end of the center column, carrying the beancake and his machine gun, which was still in a daze.

We wandered in the jungle for a whole day, attacking the Japanese army who only cared about the empty city plan, and let a group of our army without an owner to join us, and died at night, and finally expressed his satisfaction moderately.

I looked at the people around me and said, "It's almost a fucking half-independence camp."

is dead and dead. He expressed his satisfaction in this way, "huh."

on the airport horizon in the night Flashing artillery fire and ballistics, the shelling was not violent, because it mainly came from some light mortars and throws fired by the Japanese under our surveillance.The cartridges were also half-hearted, and the intimidation was far greater than the actual damage. Instead, the most brilliant and violent explosions were some planes that were destroyed by the Japanese and British forces, and their own bomb yao library.

After the hum, we finally didn't have to be savages anymore, and we were led on the right way back to the airport. The airport is being attacked by the Japanese army, and the British army here is also burning things. If we would regard this march as suicide twenty-four hours ago, but now... none of the Japanese army we have encountered is not singing the empty city plan.

I’m dead, I’ve seen enough, and gave me the new binoculars. He specially left time for me to see. He was not in a hurry, because his troops were setting up ambush after the Japanese army dug the trenches beside the airport. Two new Type 92 heavy machine guns and several light machine guns.

I kept my eyes on the binoculars, and I said, "The two teams add a few cannons, and the swelling is only one hundred and forty or fifty. Zhuge Liang is going to be mad, and I will sing once in my life for the Japanese. Singing for three meals."

is dead and dead. I can't see any joy. He is very indifferent. "Their transportation power can't form an overwhelming advantage in this area in a short time. All the main forces have been chasing after India to northern Myanmar. , Behind is behind the fucking peacock's ass-by the way, what is a ghost?"

"Human death turns into ghost, ghost death turns into ghost, ghost fears ghost, still fears ghost." I explained to him.

died and laughed, "It’s so profound. Xuzhou, you are eating military rations, and you have been fighting for four years? You have been doing learning before?"

In my unpleasant life, this has always made me The irritating part, "It's just studying. Read the human taste like a bad book page."

is dead and happy, "what is it? I want to know."

He is not dignified. , But there is always an infectious power that has nothing to do with majesty, and people like me who are extremely resistant to him sometimes give in unconsciously. So I showed him it, backing Liang Qichao’s "Youth China Talk" in a posture of swaying heads and tails, drawing beards and circles. Sometimes it was simply sung and chanted as a cultural zombie. Such an uplifting text is sad in itself.

"The Japanese call me China, one is the boss empire, and the other is the boss empire. It's the language, and it's the language of the Occidents. Woohoo! I am the boss of China? Liang Qichao said: evil, what is the word? Also! What is it! I think there is a young China in my mind..."

I acted, he was happy, and I suddenly choked on the five words "Young China is", and the five words changed their tone. ——I was stunned, I suddenly felt very tired and sad. I thought this sadness had nothing to do with me, because I didn't believe it long ago.

Learned a good boy today, don't ridicule your previous ideal in front of others, believe it or not, you have been paying for it with your own life.

I slowed down and said in my dumb voice: "...it's not the time to fuck this egg."

He was unhappy, oh, he seemed to have just realized that we are about to face a war, "Yes. But you don’t bother me too much. The ones who can get this area are all veteran oil, and the life-saving skills are first-rate-that is to say, they are good at fighting."

He said yes, we have never stopped in the forest. A heavy machine gun nest has been reinforced and concealed so that you can’t see its outline even if you fire it; the snake’s buttocks punched the bag filled with soil out of the groove, and the gun was placed on it for more precision; the tree should be numb, Because this is more condescending; not spicy tore other people's clothes into earthen ammo bags and hung grenades around his neck. Whether a stormtrooper like him can quickly throw a grenade determines his life and death—not them. A few, everyone is doing similar things, this is indeed a bunch of veteran oil.

There is a kind of joking tone saying: "The young and old who want to speak about the country, the old and the young of the prophet. The old think about the past and the future, the past and the nostalgia, the future and the hope for the future. I rushed to take a look."

I shook my head, "You are too dangerous."

So he looked back at me from that kind of teasing, and I stopped screaming. He began to mobilize people to charge him, and I followed.

I think he is not talking about this charge, nor am I talking about it.

This is a deadly battle that is more detrimental. Although the number of people is dominant or behind the attack, he didn't even plan to force the strength of the two teams. He, me, lost dragons, and a bunch of people who are not spicy crawled in easilyIn the second-line trenches that were empty due to the emptiness of the Japanese army, a rifle grenade stinks over it, mixed with death, a few wicked goods and their hands lit up-they threw out a burning torch.

He died and shouted "Go! Go!", he took the lead to lie down in the trench without showing his head, which is a dead end that a mortar can't hit. The Japanese army divided half of its troops to attack the back. When it was on the edge of the second-line trenches, the weak torch light was enough to illuminate the guys in the dark. Gunfire shot out from the woods on the slopes. Two heavy machine guns that had been calibrated earlier were ballistic The Japanese soldiers who had nowhere to hide licked them down one by one, and the riflemen who had been looking for a long time clanged to clean up the fish that slipped through the net.

A few light machine guns were all dead and carried around. The lost dragons lay on the ground, shooting machine guns at the second part of the Japanese army coming along the traffic trench. They threw grenades and pushed forward under the cover of forest fire.

This was almost a unilateral massacre. The Japanese army, which lost more than half of it, quickly retreated to the flank, and we pursued it.

I used my rifle to shoot the Japanese soldiers into the night, watching them fall. I knocked down a Japanese grenadier who was loading a bomb on his grenadier, and watched the grenadier that had been loaded with shells explode under him. I watched my shooting circle blocked by my colleagues, they were chasing, I stood up and dragged my rifle and limped after it.

If we fought like this five years ago, or even eleven years ago, I would have a young China in my heart. But it has been late for several years, and I have become a young and old man.

The young and old of the country, the young and old of the people, the young and old me, the young and old my motherland.

The black-skinned, stubborn lieutenant colonel screamed and shot in the oil pile. He really didn't look like a lieutenant colonel.

Die, die, now spread himself on the Japanese army’s machine gun fortification, when he can make himself comfortable, he will make himself very comfortable, he is eating a Japanese can, with one foot bare so that he can hit the ground with his toes Several of the Japanese army badges turned upside down and lined up and looked at it—he was recognizing the rank of the Japanese army.

We were scattered around searching for loot. Not spicy and covered his neck with Japanese grenades. I searched for a military medical kit marked with a cross. Milong was sitting in the carcass with a machine gun. He was probably still thinking that he was the last Northeaster.

People in the forest came in a stream, snake butts, numb, bean cakes with heads, Hao Veterinarian and Ah Yi, and so on. We charged with discomfort written on our faces, and they doubled as unfit for help. Such a one-sided battle, such a victory made them a little at a loss.

He is dead, waving his Japanese spoon and shouting to the newcomer: "Please come in! Please take a seat! Please take a seat!-You are my grandfather now, I am the gray grandson of all of you!"

He was in a good mood and relaxed. This fool could see that he was so charming at this time, which made us even more surprised. "Why do you say that?" He said to Milong, who gave him a glance; "How Jieluo?" He said whether it was spicy, not spicy, hey hey happy; "Don't be silly, you won't hit it?" He said to the bean cake Said, Bean Cake hastily plastic surgery.

It's dead, dead, it looks so kind to death, "Today you all get your seat! Because before you got it, either the elder didn’t want it, or the elder threw it to you, it’s either on your own, or waiting for someone’s kindness. ——Today, you earned it yourself!"

I dragged the medicine box and handed it to veterinarian Hao, while whispering: "Fuck you." The old man said: "It's good to know that people are interested." "

The old man laughed happily, but he couldn't be happy for a few seconds, because the dragon stood up and put his machine gun on the fortification. Although he didn't speak, it was a reminder, and we got in place.

In the night and mist, there was a figure swaying in the cabin of Jishi Airport, and drums murmured.

Many of our guns were pointed at the squad of British soldiers who came from the mist, and the team was formed, with small steps, the little drummer beat the drum and walked beside their commander, the commander idled They walked like a parasol with a small white flag hung on a bamboo pole. They thought they had lost the airport.

The snake's ass pulled the bolt to stop them. Not spicy threw a torch in the past, and under the suddenly enhanced light we saw the above details-all this made us dumb.

zCommander 6z, that is a soldier with gray hair. He looks almost respectable. He solemnly even raised the white flag in his hand, "Gentlemen, what we are going to do Things are just as you can see. We have decided to accept the protection of the Geneva Convention."

was dead, surprised by my side, "what do you mean?"

I said, "surrender. What else is the Geneva Convention" "

is dead, so greedy flashes in his eyes, "That means we can do anything?"

I was a little slouched, "You can say that."

So the guy walked out, He just walked out. The British army behind the commander had already pulled the bolt, and our venerable commander reached out to stop it-not everyone is used to seeing a dark one with a weapon hung. **The soldier with the upper body-the old man's experience made him tolerate, but it definitely does not mean that he decided to accept. Commander

looked at it implicitly, "Mr. Othello, a long-established army lays down its flag in front of his newly emerging opponent. It is something you are proud of. So, why not put on your clothes. , Talk to us like a gentleman?"

This is a very long sentence. It’s doubled in English. It’s dead and dead. It’s been listening with a diplomatic smile. After listening to it, I looked for an interpreter, only to find that the interpreter was thrown in the fortifications. I'm here.

He died and called me: "Within three meters! The commander!"

I reluctantly went to him within three meters, so our dignified allies once again witnessed a black-skinned lame man, I I don’t know if he calls me Jacob, Richard III, or Quasimodo in his artistic heart.

I told death, death: "He called you Othello, Othello is a Moor, he is a black. He said he is a man of face, and you are almost naked. Can you wrap yourself up? Come on? So that everyone has face."

is dead and don't care about this, "Fuck! Because they burned our clothes! Translate to me!'Fuck' will also be translated!"

I refined his meaning a lot, "We can’t be a gentleman, because your brave soldier burned clothes, guns, bullets, food, medicine, etc., etc. The only war material we got was the vomit bag. My commander therefore expressed his opinion on the matter: fuck."

I have to admire that old gentleman’s restraint, he just gazes, "Why is the young gentleman angry? It’s not me who provides you with supplies. It just so happens that it is my duty to cut off your sources of supplies and contain the offensive. Of course, that was before I tore up my beloved sheets and made this piece of white cloth."

I lowered my head, I was silent, and I looked up. After looking at it, it's dead, dead, dead, waiting for me to translate the above content with peace of mind: "Don't worry, translate slowly. I often forget Chinese characters, too."

So I continued to watch in silence He, while I gently pinched my fingers to let the bones creak, the old gentleman frowned and looked at him without concealing his astonishment. Maybe this is a very ungentleman behavior.

How can I explain that our allies would rather surrender to the Japanese army than believe that they were rescued by the squadron? Our allies can't even distinguish between Chinese and Japanese, or they should say they are lazy.

It took us half an hour to clear the siege of the airport, but in order to tell the airport defenders that we were from a war zone that they had abandoned long ago, they were allied forces-it took a full hour and a half.

The old gentleman finally broke his white flag, threw it aside, and stepped on his foot, which showed his finally clear attitude, he let aside, his guards form a guard of honor, and his drummer began to beat another Only song.

Most of us have already waited to sit on the ground, it was tired, we stood up from our ungentleman behavior, looked bored, and yawned very ungentlemanly, we can finally enter this place. It was supposed to be refurbished and equipped to attack Japanese bases and airports.

My legs were so painful that they were about to explode. It was too much effort just now. I asked to walk a little bit slower on one side. I was supported by one person. Veterinarian Hao helped me.

The old man smiled bitterly, "Do you feel honored to save the entire airport?"

"I don't feel honored, I don't feel honored at all." I'm noisy-he is really the only one of usI can’t see people who are tired, "You can teach the British to distinguish the Chinese from the Japanese, you are amazing! I want to promote you again!"

I gave him a squint, I don’t want to talk to him, but I I am willing to say to Veterinarian Hao, "Even if we really saved the entire Burma that was about to be defeated by the British, the British would just think that this is a war between Chinese monkeys and Japanese monkeys. It is stupid and arrogant, just like we were killed before. It’s so sloppy, and it’s ridiculous to shout at the barbarians. Also, we said that the British had defeated Burma. This is just his colony. What about us... We are about to defeat our own motherland."

" He has so many thoughts!" Dead, dead, patted me vigorously, passing by us, he walked to the lost dragon in front, and it seemed that someone was about to be tossed.

I ignore him. I found out that the best thing to say about myself when this guy is there is to ignore him, "I regret coming here more and more, old man Hao, you killed me, I should be quiet Zenda is rotten to death."

Old man Hao laughed dryly, and the answer was that the front is dead, this guy’s ears are a bit inhuman, "Translator, I will get a British doctor to treat you immediately. "

" I started to get angry from my heart and stared at him, "Shall I tell you something?"

is dead and it doesn't matter and said: "Let's talk, I will accept everything that is broken."

"You can fight again." It's no use. We lost this battle in Burma." I glared at him. I had already said enough for military law, but I did not do less for military law before. He looked at me, his expression had nothing to do with military law or anything, "I'm not fighting for the British... What are you doing while staring at me?"

This time he really left, patted and slapped silently. Dragon, don't care about me anymore.

Veterinarian Hao sighed, "He is fighting for us."

I poured his cold water, "Old man, excited old man, you have to be careful of stroke."

We slept on the cold and hard floor in the warehouse. People who are more able to take care of themselves sleep on crates in the warehouse. Each of us tries to keep our hard-won weapons closer to ourselves.

The snoring sound is thunderous, I stare at the dark dome-the snoring of a group of people is really a wonderful thing, there are high-key, low-pitched, whirling, chanting, cheering, like weeping .

For many years, the most hated thing is snoring. My father asked me to sleep and eat silently, and the family law was high when I was young, which made me subconsciously hate sleeping and eating.

I tried desperately to tell myself that it was not easy. From the moment I boarded the plane, I entered a world of madmen. The madmen fell asleep when they got tired, but we got mad and sober... But there are a few things in the world that cannot be deceived. Things: peace of mind, honesty, innocence, falling asleep.

I watched Veterinarian Hao touch it from the darkness, hit the box for a while, and tripped the board for a while. He was carrying the medicine box I gave him. Even if he stretched out his hand, he was able to reach our lying guys, but he just came from outside. When there is a bright place, the old man still has to fumble for a place that is too dark.

I gave a soft boo, so Veterinarian Hao touched my face.

"That's my nose and eyes." I said.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He fumbled and sat down, "What the hell did the British look for? It's as dark as my mother's belly."

"The warehouse. Let us savages run around and lose them." Their British face, maybe the old gentleman is really thinking about stuffing us back to our mother's belly."

The old man happily, "then dare to be good. Then I'll go back to Xi'an."

Heal your shoulders? Will you work harder to put him to death? Like you did." I asked the old man.

The old man shook his head, "If you don't want to, that guy is a four-legged snake, he doesn't hurt the bones. Just take a lottery and dipped in the medicine and stabbed him in, even if he and the British are quarreling."

" He's quarreling with Old British Poppy again?" I started to climb inside, arguing with the British was something I was willing to do, but was stopped by Veterinarian Hao.

The old man grabbed me and said, "Come on. Old Popi Ming said that an interpreter without a gentleman's style is not welcome, and he got a very gentleman's interpreter. I'm dead, I said let you lie down well, within three meters tomorrow "

So I lay down again, lying on the crate, and Lao Hao lay under the crate.

"Do you really believe him?" I asked.

Veterinarian Hao answered the question, "Believe it or not. He is asking the British for a doctor to treat your leg. It's not a doctor like me, but a decent doctor."

I was silent, groping for my leg in silence," Whose leg is this? I forgot the ball."

Veterinarian Hao sighed, "Go to sleep, and who remembers something these days? Look at Lao Tzu, you got wrapped up in the battle and it became A duckweed life, I remember my roots in my heart."

"Can't fucking sleep." I said.

"You are young, why can't you fall asleep?"

"You don't know how to die tomorrow and the next day, so why can you sleep?"

"The worst is like me, nothing is done, just die so old. But why can't you sleep? ?" The old man was reluctant.

"I don't want to talk to you all the time."

Veterinarian Hao smiled bitterly in the dark, "You opened your eyes? You closed your eyes."

"You can't sleep when you close it," I said.

"You close."

I closed my eyes, and for a moment my mind was full of flesh and blood. The horse donkey floated away under the impact of the machine gun bullets, the company commander was burning, and the lost dragon stood holding Li Wula's body. In the shallows, dead dead like an ape-man, pierced with a bloody spear and screamed, and a girl flashed in the middle of this. I remember her name was Xiaozui in the chaos.

Then I heard Veterinarian Hao humming, his voice is similar to the old crow, probably the song that people from Shaanxi sang to coax children to sleep.

I turned around, "What the hell? I'm not your son!"

Hao veterinarian said, "Yes," "My son is fighting with Tang Enbo's troops. Close your eyes, close your eyes." "

"I can't sleep with my eyes closed!"

I closed my eyes, this time it was very peaceful, no other messy things appeared, Veterinarian Hao patted my hand gently, he still hummed his unpleasant voice.

I just thought how could I fall asleep, I just wanted to fall asleep all the time.

I was pushed, and I started screaming. The scream scared me. I suddenly sat up and pinched the person who pushed me--then I was awake in the roar of laughter of those old fritters.

It’s not spicy, it’s numb, Kangya people laughed and looked at me. I was pinching Ah Yi’s neck tightly with my hands, even with fright. Ah Yi's face was pale, I let go in a daze, and Ah Yi touched He coughed depressively on his neck.

"I just told you that you have clothes." He said.

I took a look at his new British military uniform, and what made me even more noticed were the scissors he was holding in his hand-and a tinned tin can.

Ayi explained: "The British title is different from ours. I cut a few of our Chinese titles."

I tried to laugh at him but failed, and finally touched his throat which I had pinched.

I intend to forget that I was once shot by Ah Yi-as long as I don't have to join him on the battlefield again. "

I walked through the warehouse sleepily. The bastards all got up early to wash themselves outside. The warehouse was almost empty. I looked at the things on the crates: each of us has clothes and a Pair of leggings, a backpack, a water bottle, and a small amount of ugly M1917 helmets. Against the sunlight coming through the open warehouse door, those things look warm-I touch them and the warmth makes me sad.

Among us The black-skinned guys are at the warehouse, washing themselves with a rubber hose water hose, and using the towels they just got to wrap the soap that they just got to fight as a meteor hammer. We caught the guy who was going to be numb on the flight. He tied his trouser legs and poured water into it, making him struggling to wear a pair of bloomers.

The British sentry looked at us strangely-old man Hao gave himself a lot of soap but couldn't find the water pipe, he closed While groping with our eyes, we kept moving the water pipe and placed it in a place out of his reach.

Kang Ya had to order Taiwan Linglingtai to sing a certain martial arts drama, and the soap-wrapped towel was waved as a horse whip by him. I flew out and slid for a while. I was dominating a water pipe at the feet of the dragon who was washing his own. The consequence was that the dragon slipped and fell to the sky.

We are all honest, and Kangya among us has a bloodshed at least It was a premonition of a blue nose and a swollen face.

Milong sat on the ground and looked at it, then grabbed the piece of soap and soaped himself.

We had to look at him blankly.

The lost dragon may be over, the lost dragon really doesn't look like the lost dragon anymore.

Chapter 30

We put clean clothes on ourselves. This is one of the materials that the British have not had time to burn out. Kang Ya buttoned an M1917 helmet on her head and started to make a fuss-he hadn't used this guy before, so he compared it with the Japanese helmet he had obtained from the war.

"Do you have any noodles? Now you can fry the pancakes. Big nose is fooling us with the cake support." Kang Ya concluded that.

Snake's ass looked well-informed, "You're rare and weird. I just came to the pot when I hit Songhu."

But Kang Ya still wore the sun helmet he picked up.

Not spicy took a gun and slammed his head, "If you want your head to be opened by your own family, you can wear a Japanese helmet." Will you divide your Chinese head under the Japanese helmet?" I said.

Kang Ya was finally honest, that is, he started experimenting with two helmets on his body one after the other to make a protective goggles. The result of this experiment was that he found that he could use two guns to stab himself as a drum.

There was a deadly cry from outside: "Stand up! The sir is here!"

is dead, dead, he has never had such a serious shouting, and when he slammed in, we were almost I thought that Yu Xiaoqing had attached him, but he was not followed by Zhang Lixian and Shuguang, but a British army captain medical officer who looked suspicious. He died and changed his clothes. We can finally see a neat officer, he is almost a little handsome.

Our clothes are disheveled, but we are finally standing up to face. Ah Yi gave him the few Chinese titles that he had cut out so easily, "Commander, your rank." The

guy took it with a grin, "Thank you!" He looked at us like an officer, and by the way Kang Ya banged the gong, and then shouted: "Meng is annoying, take your rotten leg over and take a look!"

As I limped, the medical officer had already felt humiliated, and he began to call out, "He's a soldier! I am a doctor dedicated to military officers!"

I stopped, how much do I have to feel angry about this leg, "He only serves officers. Veterinarian Hao is better suited to my leg."

Veterinarian Hao smiled bitterly and died. He strode over, and there was a slap that could handle the salute of Zheng Gong Jiang Zhongzheng, "Tianzu! Report the group! Please sit down and stretch your expensive legs."

I said, "Don't make trouble. . Do you want to be a clown for 24 hours a day, don’t you stop?”

was dead, keeping a respectful face, and said to me: “It’s better than losing once and then again, and losing to the annoyance of being a twenty-four. Really? The group seat?-won't you serve the chief?"

He was drinking my dog ​​party, and at this time they swarmed up and took me off with a respectful attitude. Up pants. While I was angry, they pushed me down on the crate. I looked over the scumbags' heads, and the medical officer looked at us with a dumbfounded expression.

I jumped up to death, saluted me, and then saluted the medical officer, "please treat our commander!" He even deliberately mixed the English vocabulary "commander" just learned .

The medical officer finally walked over to me and squatted down, "I'm sorry, I don't know the rank of the Chinese." He said as he began to check.

I look dead and go away and leave us.

Milong is sitting in a corner outside the warehouse. The British are willing to arrange us here. A very important part of it is because there is a fence here. Milong stares at the fence blankly. Dead, dead, walked past him, and came back a few meters later. He was picking things up again, kicking down the Bruen-style that Milong was leaning on his shoulder.

Milong looked at him, holding the gun up and still resting on his shoulders-dead dead, it seems that he did not do it by himself, he is focusing on putting himself on the title of Chinese lieutenant colonel made by Ah Yi-just then He walked over again and kicked the machine gun down.

So Milong finally started to climb in, "I know we are not pleasing to anyone..."

is dead, just to provoke Milong's anger, "The Northeast guy just doesn't know how to fight and waste food and payment. Waste my bullets."

Milong stopped talking, Holding his shoulder, according to the truth, it should be a punch in the stomach, but he started to move his mouth, "I killed four with half a box of bullets, and you killed one with a box of bullets. This has to wait for you to hit the northeast. The empty magazines are enough for a Shanhaiguan pass."

The dragon was silent, still angrily silent, but after a while he began to scream: "I haven't used a machine gun." He didn't say it, but his eyes already wrote. "You teach me".

So the man who hammered the man was not a lost dragon, but a dead dead, dead dead, dead dead, and fascinated by the arm of the dragon, "The body is a body that makes a machine gun, and the head is good, but why not burst? All those who are down to the sky, have enmity against those flying in the sky?" The

lost dragon became confused, "The machine gun fires!"

is dead, he took the gun, "shorter, shorter, shorter." He opened fire while talking, the trigger was well-trained, and each time he shot two or four short shots, three stones were smashed after three short shots.

"This is the Buren style, which is the same as the Czech style we use in our country. It is the gun we can get the most, and it is also the gun that the little devil hates the most. Only if you are a good person, let you carry it-do you want to learn a few? Lose this gun?"

Milong didn't say a word, because Milong had been admired.

I limped out of the warehouse with my legs, the weird "DaDa" and "DaDa" short points attracted me. I walked a few steps, and saw Milong interrupting the distant branches with short points. This guy is more cruel than dead. He is shooting from a kneeling position because of his strong arms, holding the gun body with his left hand. The back seat of the entire gun was applied to the right arm—it didn't seem to be a big deal to him.

Dead dead dead already finished his tutorial, sitting and watching the excitement. I looked at him, he glanced at me and started to watch the shooting of Milong, and I felt it necessary to tell him.

From returning to the airport, he suddenly began to resemble our own people. He grinds the supplies we need from the British army all night long. Even excluding my legs, my impression of him is a little better.

"Surgery on me this afternoon." I said to him.

"Oh, okay."

I want to go, but I think it is necessary to say, "...thank you."

"The leg is cured, so don't fall behind—within three meters." remind me.

I don't want to answer this question that much. I turned around. The old gentleman commander was hurried over and brought his British translator.

The old gentleman yelled: "You promised us that your subordinates will help us strengthen the fortifications!"

I pretended the Englishman to translate, I am not a gentleman, "He wants us to help strengthen the fortifications-- I'm going to call someone?"

is dead dead and stopped me, "No, no one is allowed to move the nest. My regiment needs a rest, and it's exhausted into gray grandchildren."

So we all persisted, I see Looking at him, Milong looked at him, and we were almost grateful.

Yes, we are all tired and falling apart. We just want to share the burden for him.

So I said to him almost mildly: "You don't have a regiment, only more than 300 defeated troops."

died dead and insisted: "I am happy, it is my regiment-tell the old gentleman, we are not here to strengthen Defensive, we are not plasterers, we are soldiers. We will take the initiative when we rest."

"We..." I didn't translate it because I just realized that the guy who made us grateful a second ago was here. What to say, I turned my head to look at him, and Milong looked at him too, we were all surprised.

"...crazy?" I didn't change it, the word was still in English.

The old gentleman also expressed his thoughts on the content of his translation, "Crazy man! The Japanese army is like a moving forest!"

"Yes, the Japanese are crazy. The two teams dared to attack the airport and deal with this. Crazy man, the only way is for ten of us to dare to attack their regiment--my regiment has three hundred people." He said with a smile, indeed, such a nonsense strategy is unlikely to be spoken with the solemnity of a soldier.

I had to stare at him.

The old gentleman turned around after getting his translation again, and left, "God, they are going to commit suicide, I want to contact his commander! God bless this damn communication, let me quickly contact his commander!"

I was dying and saying: "He said we committed suicide, and he is going to contact us on the summit."

screamed at the back of the old gentleman, in fact, he didn’t care if the other party could understand, "Fight suicide, I’m the best way to reduce casualties!"

"You won a small battle, but this It's a big battle. Right now you have earned it, but we lost too hard in the past and we will die completely." I stared at it to death.

"The big battle is the small battle. I have three hundred people, so I will fight the small battle." He died, and he chased the old gentleman. It seems that his quarrel is far from over. .

I looked at Milong, Milong looked at me, and sat down in the dust holding his machine gun.

Milong was still sitting with his machine gun, but in a different place. I sit next to him.

"I don't know what is good or bad. I just know that his heart is higher than the sky, and the person who is too high will kill his life. Lost dragon, I used to be this person, and I mixed up with my brothers. My life is very valuable. My own life is not worth the price, and the lives of others are also very precious and cannot be used like that." I said to Milong with heartfelt words.

Milong was a little absent-minded, "How much is it?"

I was silent for a while, and went straight to the subject, "...He will kill us."

"I killed him."

I was dumb, and Milong smiled. When he said this, there was light in his eyes again, as if he had finally hit a wonderful game that he had never encountered in 11 years in exile. It was almost intimate to say who died.

"He said that I would be equipped with a secondary shooter, so that a machine gun would work well." Milong said like a dream.

I still don't trust him, and he doesn't seem to want our trust. But watching Milong still smile like this after losing his last fellow, I know one thing, he will really kill us.

Chapter 5

"DaDa" and "DaDa", under the precise point of the Milong fire, the Japanese army in the jungle trails of Burma fell down, and the artillery shell exploded on our position.

A 92nd machine gun nest was hit directly, a colleague flew up and down, falling between the numbness and the non-spicy, and the non-spicy pulled him over to take a look, and shouted at the veterinarian Hao who was staggering over: "Don’t come, the veterinarian. La! Dead!"

So Veterinarian Hao staggered to the wounded in the other direction with a sigh.

We must "pang" and "pang" one shot at a swaying target in the branches, until the Japanese army that was hit by the bullet rushed out and made a near-death blow, rolling down the ridge under him and the non-spicy shot. Then he was absentmindedly patrolling the position—"What about bean cakes?"

did not say so spicy: "Drag the bullet!"

Milong cursed aside, "Change the gun tube! I hit you with a pot of raw rice, a machine gun. It’s almost an old sleeve!”

The person who has been patrolling Yaoma finally appeared. Beancake crawled out of the crater dragging the heavy bomb box and spare barrel, and Yaoma stared at the two who replaced them with little cooperation. The barrel, the deputy shooter Beancake is often beaten impatiently by Milong. The shelling on the

position gradually subsided, which also meant that the Japanese offensive was once again abandoned. Dead dead dead, used the Mauser gun connected to the butt to chase down the figure in the forest that is already retreating-this way of use means that he may have stayed in a certain German machine, and I did not leave him within three meters this time , And sure I knocked down a Japanese army with a rifle. Ah Yi looked at it for a long time, maybe from the beginning to the end of this battle, and finally "banged" a very shameful empty gun, which became the end of the battle of position-a big pine cone that was knocked down fell. It fell so that those of us near him looked at him a few times.

"Run again! Don't fight!" Let's stop the fire! By the way, we grumbled, "British bullets are not good!"

So we started to clean up and fix our positions, lift the dead bodies, and bandage the wounded, because We are all like wandering spirits on the battlefield when we are overworked. The clothes that were not distributed for a long time have become the same virtues in the containment station, becoming rags stained with blood and mud. Our position was rushed and sloppy, almost impossible to guard against the cannonballs. Now it has been torn apart by the artillery fire. We picked people from the floating soil and dragged people from under the interrupted bushes.

Pieces of small-caliber shells are still exploding around us, but now we can catch our breath.

The Japanese army kicked in the ass did not wait for us to take the initiative to attack, the two squadrons turned around and counterattacked. We can't smear ourselves into the forest, we have to protect the airport. At the beginning of the battle, the battle was held firmly, and it was broken a little bit.

deadHe has been promoting his plan: to continue to project troops to the airport we have guarded, delaying or even overwhelming the empty Japanese defense. It sounds good, but our army is back home. The British army hurriedly withdrew to their favorite India. We were the last group to be thrown in Burma. Our allies at the airport behind us enthusiastically contacted the headquarters, just to verify their identities. Their artillery has been bombarding the remote forests that are said to have been hoarded by the Japanese army, and refused to let any shells fall on the Japanese soldiers who attacked us-this is about a certain dignity that we cannot understand, so it cannot be convinced.

I complained to Kang Ya: "The little Japan that has remained unchanged for ten thousand years. The artillery blasts, the infantry rushes, the infantry rushes when the artillery blasts. You jump out to fight, the infantry retreats the artillery blast, you don’t care, the artillery blasts the infantry rush, time and time again. When it’s exhausted for you, just such a rigid play has eaten up half of China-are you willing to accept it?"

Kang Ya complained steadily, "I shouldn’t change my name. My village school originally called me Kang Youcai. , The fortune teller said that I was actually He Xiangu’s maid reborn, and changed my name to Kang Ya."

I comforted him and said, "Ya sounds better than having money. Forty million compatriots are afraid that 40 million people will be called rich. Yes, no one knows when I die."

Kang Ya was a little bit stunned, "Is it? But I don't think I am He Xiangu's maid, my big man is Kang Ya, and he will be 25 years old."

Snake's ass pushed him, "Bah, baah. You hurry, baah."

Kang Ya was very obedient, "Bah. I'm twenty-five years old this year. Bah, baah."

died in the distance and called me, " Herald! Nothing to do, to confuse the military, as complicity with the Japanese!"

I turned my head and pointed to the nest of the nine-two machine gun that was destroyed in the bombardment just now. That means you go and take care of it. . I stood up with difficulty, and deliberately circled a little far to the side of the dead.

"What is the order?" I asked.

Dead, dead, busy wiping the gun, and packed his Mauser 712 into the cleanest thing in this position, "Where do I know? Didn't you hit Burma from Xuzhou?"

I know he is hurting me again , I limped over, and that seven-five-mountain cannon blew up the entire gun nest. In addition to the dead colleagues, it also killed the deputy shooter beside the gun nest. The soldier who was in the past was carrying the deputy shooter away. But the remaining people scratched their heads because the gun body was still intact, but the gun frame was blown up.

"If you scratch your head, no one cares about you. I'm selling a bit of strength, I'm just talking." I intend to stand by.

I instructed them to use sandbags to make an inverted triangle notch, jam the barrel on top, and pad the gun body with a few more sandbags — dead, dead, I didn’t look at it when I saw it, it’s finished. Mauser concentrated on wiping his Leeensfield rifle-I didn't show it to him anyway, I told them to press another sandbag on the barrel to restrain the muzzle from jumping.

"It's better to help me with the aim. It's better than not." I grabbed a colleague's position. "You half-pull your head to help check the position. Don't say I didn't remind you when you were shot."

I didn't bother to care about him because of that. With the mourning of the death of a colleague flying up and down and the expression that changed sharply because of my words, I walked away, and when I turned around, I ran into Veterinarian Hao, and noticed that he had been looking at my leg.

"You can go crazy just after the operation?" He was a little sour, "The British veterinarian is better."

"The medical skills and the shelf are a hundred times that of your old man. It's so painful. Take out that piece. After the rotten meat, it exploded."

Hao veterinarian advised me: "You should lie down."

"If you lie down, you have to use the English dialect to hurt people. You can just scratch your shoes and come here to speak Chinese."

There was another strange noise behind him, and Milong kicked his deputy archer Beancake and lay in the trench, which caused a conflict between Yaoma and his skin. Yaoma has been defeated and fought again and again, because it is not spicy, they have two backbones.

"It's not spicy! Let him go!"

screamed and rushed up, "Brother, I'll give you revenge!"

We watched indifferently, and the dragon was holding one in his arms, and the two banged He banged Milong's stomach and back with old fists, and Milong took the time to repay the two people's calves.

There was a strange noise, and the flying objects that were hard to see with the naked eye whizzed over our heads. The three cargoes finally came into harmony and threw down all together. We laughed.

The snake butt said: "Idiot! It's a small hand cannon passing by!" The

small cannonball is in our sight.There was an explosion in the wild, but it was not this one. A few more shots flew over the "Boom" and a few more explosions from the "Boom"-we finally returned to our position.

Dead dead dead, leisurely walking past us from nervous to vertical hairs, the ease itself is a kind of taunt, he used a telescope to observe the impact point.

We looked at the mountain road on our flank. The jeep was turning around on the not-so-wide mountain road. It was a British driver trying to avoid the grenadier shells that had misaligned their heads because of the obstacles in the woods. It was bang bang bang bang, the explosion point was as far away as a drill, and the driver did his best.

We watched from our position.

Kang Ya wondered and asked: "What are they hiding? They will not come here early?"

"They promise not to have the same knowledge as you Kang Ya, otherwise they will lose dignity." I said with folded arms.

Hao veterinarian said: "I said that the Japanese attacked more than a dozen times, and this British ally is the first time to come to our position."

was dead and nodded, "That's right. The vet said it. Yes, be polite, and you have to wait for the above guests. I think that their Vickers cannons also hit one or two bases in front of us every day." The old man is a little depressed, because he is dead, he is totally unconscious. Call him a veterinarian. I patted the old man to comfort him.

"It's over, it's over, I can't hold it, I want to diarrhea. It's annoying, how long did you say that they haven't fought in a war in the morning?...Come on, they have to jump off, one, two, three. Tsk tsk." Kang Ya watched the British The movement said.

The former transportation company vice platoon seat Kang Ya was more accurate than us in this respect. The small hand cannon exploded from a distance. Although it was far away, it also tested the courage of the driver. He finally couldn't stand it and stepped on the car and put it out. The commander who left the upper part of his car jumped and ran away. Fortunately, the gentleman's demeanor was long live. He finally saved two steps and helped the old gentleman get out of the car. The old gentleman did not walk in disorder. After getting out of the car, he walked around to take down a delicate briefcase, which tested the courage of his subordinates to the maximum.

So dead, dead, before they came up, yelled at us: "Instrument! Military! Do you want artillery support! Give them comfort!"

He took the lead in sorting out the rags on his body, and we also sorted out the rags on his body. Bu, a few celestial lovers hurriedly put on their clothes.

Ayi reminded me: "Military uniforms are not worn like this." He also buttoned the buttons on my clothes all the way to the neckline, which made me breathless.

I used an expression of hanging myself to tidy up the tight neckline, and then I went to meet the British ambassadors. The mobs just now took a small formation of stubbornness and followed to play the ceremonial battle. Our habits and the environment here, we have reached the limit.

is dead, dead, half-truth booed with me: "Think about words! If you can touch the old gentleman to hug you and kiss you, you will immediately be a lieutenant!"

, who was once a lieutenant, was quite annoyed." People who want to take advantage of you will not end well."

is dead, Hahadila, "Oh? Haha. I am poor."

Then we stood in line and looked at the melon driver with his arms. The old gentleman climbed up breathlessly, and I watched the old gentleman thinking about it, we are like fruit sellers, pulling all the people who can still see to the front.

I really began to think about words, "The most respectable dear sir, the glorious warrior of the sun" or something, I looked at him, "Sweetheart, Your Majesty" this kind of unbeatable word is almost coming up. come out. We really need artillery fire, and we really cannot get worse.

The old gentleman finally came up, panting with his briefcase, we all saluted, and I limped up, "Most respectable dear sir..."

The old gentleman opened his eyes angrily. , No longer the gentleman he always had, and he didn’t catch his breath. What he threw was a bunch of language bombardment that was much more violent than Japanese mountain artillery, "Who are you guys? Which country’s army? You simply Doesn’t exist! Your so-called Sichuan regiment has returned to your country! With your head! I can’t remember his weird name, but I know he is definitely not the beggar and liar in front of me! This Parisian fool Which tribe’s leader is the king? The young man staring at me?!"

All the mobs around me were stunned, and I was the young man staring at him, and took out one from the briefcase. The paper document fell to meI didn't pick it up. It was scattered on the ground. I looked at it. It was in English. It was a list of all the supplies we extracted from this airport and base these days.

The old gentleman said sharply: "I must take back all the supplies that you have defrauded! Right now!" Then he finally calmed down. This kind of mildness hits me more than the anger just now, "I'm sorry, I couldn't insist on being like a gentleman with you. The same communication. But this is too shameless, young gentleman, everything you have now, not even a button or a bullet should belong to you."

I closed my eyes, and I listened to the sound of the cannon far away. When I turned my face away, I saw the corpses lined up in the trenches. I forced myself to close my eyes again, but I found myself twisting the strap of the rifle on my shoulder, and when I opened my eyes, I found that I was already I lowered the rifle to my shoulder, and then I slammed the muzzle against the old gentleman's chest. Fortunately, I didn't have the bayonet on, otherwise he would have been pierced.

"Does it exist? We don't exist, so it's fake! It doesn't exist for you! May I give you a non-existent bullet with my non-existent finger? The corpse over there does not exist either! Non-existent people guard your noble airport that must exist! Existing gentleman..." The old gentleman said with a pale face, but he stood up for his dignity that must exist anyway. My dog ​​party swarmed and dragged me away. I struggled. Our people found that my struggle was mainly for pushing those supplies into the mud. The old gentleman took a look at my childish behavior one last time. I knew that the gun was no longer sticking to his chest, so he looked at me now, undoubtedly, like a basically harmless mad dog.

"I know I can't communicate rationally with you, and I'm sorry that I will use more extreme methods." After saying this, he and his drivers left our position and trudged to their stalled car. .

I was let go by our people and sat slumped on the ground. Now I am calm. A mud dumpling hit my eyelids. I turned my head like a cyclops and patrolled the direction of the attack-dead dead dead. Picking up the mud on his arm.

"The messenger, within three meters." After speaking, he walked towards the back edge of the position. We are already on the back edge, so he is walking towards the jungle behind the position. Every day,

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