"These books are very heavy. That's not how you usually teach us." Bu La was very puzzled. Now they are carrying these books, weighing at least fifty or sixty pounds. Each of them has such a big burden.

, which is a huge drag on their marching speed.

This is completely opposite to the special operations method Wang Zhong usually used when training them.

Wang Zhongdao: "If the gun is gone, we can rob it again, and if the bullet is gone, we can make it again, but if these books are gone, where can we get them back?"

"China has been around for five thousand years, and now the only ones left that can be sold are these books."

"This is the inheritance of our country's culture."

"If even these books are lost, what difference will there be between us and those Burmese and Vietnamese?"

Bu La was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Although I don't understand it very well, it sounds very reasonable."

The bean cake next to him grinned and said, "I think it makes sense too."

"You know how to hammer!" Milong next to him said, imitating the tone of a Sichuan guy.

The three assault teams were divided into three groups: front, middle and back. Meng Fangliao and his parents followed Long Wenwen and the others in the middle group. Wang Zhong led Bu La, Doubian and Mi Long's group.

Being at the front is both leading and exploring the way.

The third team composed of Sangmenxing, Cui Yong and Yaoma were responsible for cutting off the rear.

Bula wore a steel helmet and walked in front with Wang Zhong, acting as the vanguard. Douban carried a huge package wrapped in oilcloth and followed closely behind them.

"You said Fanfan's father, why does he look like that?" Bu La couldn't help but asked curiously, remembering the way Meng Fanglia got along with his father at Meng's house.

"One is an old patriarch from the feudal and staid old city society, and the other is a young man from the new era who has gone to college. The two people have different ideas."

"What's more, Fanla is now not just a student soldier who has gone to college, but a veteran who has followed us through life and death."

"You're such a bastard. I'm so annoyed by that son of a bitch. He's not even afraid of Japanese bullets, but he's afraid of his father."

"Aren't you afraid of your father?" Wang Zhong glanced at him and said calmly.

"I'm afraid of what he will do!" Bu La said hard, but his eyes flickered.

"Don't you miss them? Now that the Japanese have come to Changsha and are fighting with the Central Army, they are in full swing?"

"What's the use of worrying, I can't go back!"

"Besides, my father has died a long time ago, and there is only one old lady following my eldest sister. Although my eldest sister is a woman, her work is no worse than that of a man. She should be able to support my old lady."

As for sending money home, I haven't thought about it at all. It's not that I don't want to send it, but that I simply can't send it back.

Ever since he was captured as a young man and turned into a soldier, the corruption within the Kuomintang has already reached an unstoppable level.

However, if this money is really sent home, it is estimated that it will be in the hands of someone before it reaches home, and it will become funds for others to spend outside.

"It's all these little things that make me unable to return home."

"You bastard, when I fight back to the West Bank, I must let Xiao Dongyang have a taste of my power."

Bu La vented his dissatisfaction.

"What are your plans when the Anti-Japanese War is won and all the little Japs are driven back to their island?"

Wang Zhong simply changed the topic and asked about Bu La's future plans.

"What are your plans?" Bu La obviously hadn't thought about this question: "We'll talk about it then!"

"Doubian, what about you? What are your plans?"

"I want to go back to my hometown and farm." Doubiang chuckled, "I will use the military salary I have saved over the past few years to marry a wife and have a few more children."

"You're a little kid, you know how to give birth to a baby?" Bu La teased Doubian with some surprise.

"I want to carry on the ancestral lineage for our Lao Gu family!" Doubian's nickname is Gumaimai, but in the entire Sichuan Army, there are probably not many people who know his nickname.

Even the three people who have been protecting him, namely Yaoma, Bu La and Mi Long, don't know the name of Doubi.

Even if Doubiang dies in battle one day in the future, it is estimated that people will only write the four characters "Tomb of Doubiang" on his tombstone.

"What kind of girl do you like?"

"Do you have a big butt or a good figure?" Bu La raised his eyebrows and asked Doubian with a mean smile.

"My father said that when looking for a wife, you should look for someone with a big butt and a thick waist."

"Those with big butts can have children, and those with thick waists can be strong and can work."

After talking about Doubiang, she was worried that the two of them didn't know why they were looking for a wife with a thick waist and a big butt, so they immediately added another explanation.

Wang Zhongdao: "Your wish is really simple and unpretentious."

"Tch!" Milong next to him didn't take it seriously.

"Brother Milong, what do you want to do when the Anti-Japanese War is won?" Doubian asked Milong with a smile and curiosity.

Milong said: "If the Anti-Japanese War is really won, I will take my wife and children back to the Northeast."

"I feed them cabbage, pork and stewed vermicelli every day, which makes my son fat and white."

"Is that your son? His surname is Lei, Lei Baoer, and your surname is Mi."

"You are the only one who believes in superstitions!" Milong gave Bu La a kick: "My surname is Zhang, and my given name is Zhang Milong."

"My name is Gumaimai!" Doubihe said with a smile.

"Brother Deng Bao, don't you want a wife?" Wang Zhong looked at Bu La and teased.

"I want to, why don't I want to! But I don't have money to throw away, how can I find a wife without money?" Bu La spread his hands, looking like they were in ruins.

Mi Long said: "If you go to those places less often, find less women, and save an ocean every month, you will have enough money."

"What are you doing saving so much money? Maybe when we fight Xiao Dongyang again, I will be dead. Of course, I have a lot of things to use, and I can be cool for a while."

If it wasn't spicy, the people who said it would all fall silent.

As Bu La said, no one can guarantee that they will survive the next battle.

What's more, there will be countless more battles like this in the future.

From Chanda to Myanmar, and then back to Chanda from Myanmar, people around them died one after another, and no one was sure whether they would be the next one.

"Stop!" Wang Zhong suddenly stopped and raised his hand to stop everyone from moving forward. Everyone immediately drew their guns and retreated to both sides, looking for the rock mass, lying down and guarding the surroundings, trying their best to search for traces of the enemy.

I saw Wang Zhong take out the map from the cowhide cylinder behind his back, hold it in his hand, and compare it with the surrounding terrain while looking at it.

"Bu La, lead the team and hurry forward. Mi Long is following me." As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, he walked forward quickly, and Mi Long immediately followed and ran out.

"Remember, follow the intended direction and don't make any mistakes."

"Don't worry, nothing can go wrong."

"If you encounter Japanese soldiers, tell them not to fight."

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The two of them walked quickly together, and after walking for more than ten miles, Wang Zhong suddenly started to imitate the chirping of birds, and soon the same bird chirping sounded in the forest.

The Japanese army used the chirping of birds and the cries of apes as their trumpets, and lurked in the mountains and forests. However, these birdsongs were not the sounds that the Japanese army had arranged for, but the liaison number that Cao Lin had arranged with Master Shihang and the others.

It is completely different from the Japanese bird song.

Following the echoing birdsong, Cao Lin walked quickly, but within a short time, Cao Lin saw Master Shihang and his companions, who had been ambush for a long time.

"Master, how are the preparations going?" Wang Zhong asked hurriedly.

Master Shihang said: "Everything is ready. The two pheasants you gave us last time have their necks clamped together. They are enough for the little devil to drink a pot."

"That's good!"

"By the way, let me introduce you to the master. This is my brother, Zhang Milong, who is from the Northeast Army."

"This is Master Shihang, leading the guerrillas to fight against the Japanese on the West Bank."

Mi Long looked curiously at the chubby, bespectacled, and somewhat cute monk in front of him, as well as the guerrilla fighters next to him who could be easily identified as locals. He was extremely curious.

"Captain Wang!" The little bookworm came over from the side with a smile on his face.

"It's you!"

Looking at the little bookworm, Wang Zhong also had a smile on his face.

Looking at the little bookworm, the last doubt in Milong's heart was completely solved. In fact, he had already guessed the origin of this group of people, but after seeing the little bookworm, he became more sure of his guess.

This group of people is the group of fierce tigers that Master Yu talks about so much.

Looking at Wang Zhong who was chatting and laughing with them, Mi Long was completely confused.

"I deliberately asked the team to slow down. In about ten minutes, the Japanese reinforcements should be able to chase us. Then we will follow the original plan and lure the Japanese here. Don't rush to drive.

Gun, wait until all the Japs are exposed to your sight before shooting."]

"Don't worry, we all know this." Master Shihang said with a smile.

"By the way, Mi Long is our machine gunner. He's pretty good with machine guns. I'll ask him to stay and help you later."

"Should I stay?" Mi Long pointed at himself and then at Wang Zhong: "What about you?"

"Of course I will stay. How could I let go of such a good opportunity to kill the Japanese?" Wang Zhong said in a cold tone.
To be continued...