Although the sky was not gloomy, the clouds were thick and the sun was still missing.

In the midst of the lush mountain forest, a group of people covered in mud, naked from the waist up and wearing only a pair of underpants, many of whom were carrying long guns, bullet belts, and water bottles, were walking quickly.

Ayi took out the pocket watch from his pocket, carefully followed the pointer to identify the direction, and continued to move forward.

Meng Fan, who had been promoted to full company commander, was holding the Sanba Gai captured from the Japanese and walking behind several recruits who were also holding guns, acting as a vanguard and scout.

However, Wang Zhong, Bu La and others were not among the crowd.

At this time, on a ridge seven or eight miles away, Milong is holding a machine gun and hiding in the grass. The narrator is lying on his back, his deputy shooter Bean Cake. Going over there is a snake butt drinking water. Going over there, it’s not spicy.

He was wiping his relatively new 38 cap.

If it's not spicy, go past and it's Kang Ya and a few new recruits.

But now they can no longer be regarded as new recruits. They followed Wang Zhong and killed two waves of lone Japanese soldiers. Each of their hands was stained with Japanese lives, and their weapons and ammunition were also replenished.

Now they each carry three guns on their backs, and even the bean cakes are mixed with a long gun.

"Where did that little kid go? It's been so long and he still hasn't come back!" Mi Long said to the narrator's bean cake, "You won't be killed by the Japanese, will you?"

When Doubian heard this, he changed his silly smile and said seriously: "Brother Mi Long, Brother Wang Zhong is really powerful. He is the only one who can kill little devils, so little devils are no match for him."

Snake Butt, who was drinking water, rolled his eyes at Milong: "Even if you die, Boss Wang won't die!"

Bu La was still cleaning his gun without raising his head, and now it was his third gun: "He is just jealous and wants to seek power and usurp the throne."

"You damn Hunan guy, you just want to seek power and usurp the throne!" Mi Long cursed in a low voice.

"Boss Wang is also from Hunan, and I and I are fellow villagers!" Bula replied lightly.

"I am your father!"

Bu La was about to reply when suddenly there was movement from the side in front of him, and he saw Wang Zhong walking out from behind a cluster of lush shrubs.

He also carried five long guns, a lot of ammunition, a kettle and a baggage on his back. Needless to say, the baggage must contain dry food, either canned food or biscuits.

"To the southeast, a group of more than 20 Japanese troops are heading this way. They will arrive in about ten minutes. They should be coming from where our plane crashed. Let brothers be prepared and have their bullets loaded.

"

There were nine of them in total. Except for a few recruits who only had two guns each, Bu La and others each had three guns, and they were all loaded with bullets. What they wanted to do was face the Japanese army.

When the time comes, shoot out all the bullets in the gun in the shortest possible time.

"Old rule, take the sound of my gun as your command."

With that said, Wang Zhong got out from behind the bushes again.

"Why do you think these Burmese Japanese are so easy to fight?" Mi Long muttered to himself in confusion.

"Easy?" The snake butt next to him glanced at Milong again and said, "If there wasn't Boss Wang, you can try it easily!"

Milong couldn't refute these words. They successively engaged seven or eight small groups of Japanese troops. Every time Wang Zhong killed more enemies, he could almost outnumber a group of them.

The Japanese soldiers didn't even have a chance to react. They were shot to death by them just as they lay down before they could find them. Each battle lasted no more than three minutes.

"More than twenty, these little Dongyangs are not stupid, their numbers are getting bigger and bigger!" Bu La looked towards the southeast with cold eyes.

Snake Butt said: "No matter how stupid you are, we have killed so many people and you still have to react!"

"Okay, the Japs are coming, so don't say anything! We don't want to alert you."

Everyone immediately fell silent and stared at the southeast. Except for the few recruits who had just joined them and fought two small battles, the others no longer knew what it meant to be nervous.

In their words, they have killed so many Japanese, and even if they lose their lives, they have gained something.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, a group of Japanese soldiers appeared in their sight.

After counting, there were twenty-eight in total, nearly thirty people, two flower traps, and the remaining twenty or so were all long guns without grenade launchers.

Seeing the Japs getting closer and closer, everyone subconsciously lowered their breathing. They lay tightly on the ground and hid behind the bushes. They used the grass rings on their heads and the torn branches and leaves to block their bodies, and looked through the branches and leaves.

through the gap, watching the little devil getting closer and closer.

Seeing that the little Japs were less than thirty meters away from them, at this moment, a gunshot was heard from down the slope, and the commander who was the most conspicuous among the Japs soldiers fell down in response.

When the Japanese soldiers reacted, two more shots followed, and two men holding a machine gunner and a Japanese infantry fell down in response. All three of them were shot in the head.

At this time, the Japanese also heard the source of the gunfire.

"Enemy attack!"

"Baga! Over there!"

The Japs had no time to think about why the gunfire came from down the slope. Although the commander was killed, the Japs soldiers did not disperse. Instead, they immediately lowered their guns and prepared to counterattack.

At this moment, the mysterious dragon on the slope triggered the machine gun that had already opened the box, and fired at the Japanese lying on the ground.

Bu La, Snake Butt, Kang Ya and others opened fire one after another without any hesitation.

In an instant, intensive firepower intertwined into a large net, enveloping all the Japs, forming a fire suppression.

The Japs were all lying down and pointing their guns down the slope. Their backs were completely exposed to the cannon fodder on the slope. In an instant, a dozen Japs fell in a pool of blood.

The little devils immediately stood up and prepared to find cover to counterattack.

"eight······"

But the gunfire down the slope didn't stop at all. Wang Zhong's marksmanship had already reached a state of perfection. The moment Mi Long and the others opened fire, Wang Zhong had already emptied a gun.

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In less than three minutes, all twenty-eight little devils fell into a pool of blood.

Wang Zhong's precise marksmanship gave no one a chance to escape. In this ambush, he alone killed sixteen Japanese soldiers and emptied the magazines of three guns.

As the last Japs fell, the sound of gunfire stopped abruptly. Wang Zhong, like a cheetah, came to the battlefield from more than 30 meters down the slope in a few breaths, checking and finishing his wounds to prevent any danger.

A fish that slipped through the net makes a sneak attack.

Milong and others also rushed down immediately.

Without Wang Zhong's greeting, everyone immediately started cleaning the battlefield.

After a while, the number of long guns each person carried increased from the original three to five, and a lot of grenades were also seized. However, there were still seven or eight long guns. If they were to take them, it would seriously affect their speed on the road.

Under Wang Zhong's command, everyone threw everything they couldn't take away into a pile and blew it up with grenades. They couldn't take it themselves, and they couldn't leave it to the Japanese army.

The group of people carried the seizure on their backs and moved forward quickly, following the marks left by Ayi and others.

Unexpectedly, after meeting Ah Yi and the others, they unexpectedly saw a man named Wang Zhong.

"Hello, my name is Long Wenwen, and I am your captain!" Long Wenwen reached out to Wang Zhong.

"Isn't our leader Yu Xiaoqing?"

"Yu Xiaoqing is dead, and now I am the commander of your regiment." This quartermaster lieutenant, who mended socks, found a pair of colonel's clothes from somewhere, but it looked pretty good when worn on his body.

"My name is Wang Zhong, deputy battalion commander of the Third Battalion of the Sichuan Army!" Wang Zhong reached out and shook Long Wenwen's hand.

Long Wenwen looked at the supplies hanging on several people's bodies, the surprise in his eyes had already flashed away, and now only admiration remained.

"You are so good! You are indeed the Sichuan Army. Along the way, the Americans are running, the British are running, and the Chinese are running. You are the only army I have encountered that is still resisting, and the only one.

There are no troops being chased by the Japanese like lost dogs!”

"You are very good!" The first words were said to Wang Zhong, and the latter words were said to the cannon fodder behind him who were also returning with a full load.

"So many seizures? How many Japanese have been killed?" Long Wenwen praised everyone with a smile, then looked back at Wang Zhong and asked curiously.

Before Wang Zhong could speak, Mi Long beside him spoke: "Not many, just dozens."

"Dozens?" Long Wenwen's eyes lit up: "A Japanese squad?"

Milong said: "Absolutely!"

"The flower trap of the Japanese army?" Long Wenwen was also attracted by the two machine guns held by Mi Long. He became more and more surprised. When he met A Yi and the others just now, he had already asked about their situation.

Knowing the situation they were in when they made the emergency landing, they never imagined that in just one day, they would transform from a pair of pants into a "well-equipped" troop.

Even Long Wenwen, who has traveled north and south, traveled east and west, and has traveled almost all over the world, can't help but admire this group of cannon fodder.

Just when Long Wenwen got close to Mi Long in curiosity, took a machine gun from Mi Long, and played with it while praising them, Wang Zhong had already waved to the veterinarian and Meng Fan.

Let them continue to distribute dry food, water bottles and the firearms they just captured.

The guns that Wang Zhong and the others brought back were enough to arm all of them, but there were a little few bullets. Wang Zhong asked Meng to bother the veterans with good marksmanship and give them more bullets, and the new recruits each gave ten bullets.

That’s it.

Taking advantage of the break in distributing supplies, Meng Fan limped up to Wang Zhong and whispered: "This guy came out of nowhere. As soon as he came up, he said that Yu Xiaoqing was dead and that he was the leader of our regiment.

It doesn’t look real to me.”

Wang Zhonggang looked at him and said, "But now we really need a group leader."

"Huh?" Meng Fanglia looked at Wang Zhong in confusion: "Why?"

"Didn't that guy say that all the troops in Myanmar have been dispersed now? We are too small in number. We can still take advantage of the devils now, but in a few days when the devils calm down, we will have so few people.

But it’s not enough.”

Meng Fan was a smart man and immediately understood what Wang Zhong meant: "Do you want to use his skin to gather the defeated troops in Myanmar?"

"Although we have an advantage now, when the Japanese army comes, there will be no second result for us except being eaten by the Japanese. We can only unite more people and get more

Only with more weapons and equipment can we leave Burma and return to Zenda under the noses of the Japanese."

Meng Fan was silent, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond to Wang Zhong's words.

Wang Zhong patted Meng Fanle's shoulder and said: "The weather here is much humid than in Chanda, and there are many snakes, insects, rats, and ants in the forest. Pay more attention to the wound on your butt, and be sure not to get it infected again.

"

After comforting Ann, Wang Zhong came to Ah Yi again, asked him to count the existing equipment and supplies, and then came to Long Wenwen.

"Captain Long, since you are our commander now, you must be familiar with the nearby terrain, right?"

"Brothers, although there is no shortage of guns now, bullets are limited. Since you are our leader, why don't you help us come up with ideas?"
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