The night was dark and stars were shining, and a figure was sitting on a wooden stake at the entrance of the camp, leaning against the fence, his head dozing off little by little.

"Why did you come here to sleep?" A familiar voice woke up the woman sitting on the wooden pile.

"Brother Zhong, you're finally back." Xiaozui opened his sleepy eyes, and when he saw it was Wang Zhong, he immediately stood up and rushed towards him.

Wang Zhong stretched out his hand and patted the girl's back, then comforted her softly: "Okay! I'm not afraid of others seeing her."

Xiaozui's pretty face turned red and she quickly let go of Wang Zhong. She looked at the huge backpack wrapped in oilcloth behind Wang Zhong and asked hurriedly: "Did you get the medicine?"

"I got it!" Wang Zhong weighed the backpack on his back and said, "Hurry, go and give the medicine to Yao Ma and the other seriously injured people first."

"Um!"

Xiaozui knew the priorities, so he nodded and followed Wang Zhong back to the tents of the wounded. He injected anti-inflammatory drugs into the seriously wounded in an orderly manner. Whether they could survive or not depended on their own luck.

After this battle, the guerrillas became famous on the West Bank. People were asking about the guerrillas everywhere, and young people who wanted to join were like crucian carp crossing the river.

Wang Zhong did not refuse anyone who came, and in less than ten days he had gathered a team of more than 300 people, enough for a battalion, and they were all young and strong.

After training with this battalion for more than a month, Wang Zhong led them to fight guerrillas again, and also developed many informants in the nearby area.

With the help of these common people, the guerrillas' sources of information suddenly expanded. If the Japanese army had the slightest hint of trouble, the guerrillas would receive the news as soon as possible.

After receiving several more supplies from the Japanese army one after another, the west bank also became turbulent, and all the vegetation and trees were under attack.

More than a month has passed, and Wang Zhong's one battalion has turned into two battalions, and the number of men under his command has exceeded 700.

When the number of people increased, it became inconvenient to move. Wang Zhong simply assigned the veterans to companies and platoons, and asked them to break them into pieces to continue fighting guerrilla warfare on the West Bank and gather those who were abandoned in the past expedition in Myanmar.

Army, clear out the Japanese scouts posted in the mountains and forests.

Wang Zhong, on the other hand, led the guard company and stared at Nantianmen's supply line, biting and cutting off any supplies sent to Nantianmen.

Four months have passed since the battle with Heshun.

The Japanese army's food supply at Nantianmen has long been exhausted.

"Your Excellency, General, if we continue like this, we will be defeated before the Chinese army on the opposite side can attack us." The staff officer at the headquarters of Takeuchi Lianshan said anxiously at Nantianmen.

Takeuchi Renshan's lips were a little white, which was caused by long-term malnutrition. His face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were frighteningly cold.

"Where are the airdropped supplies?" Takeuchi asked on his face, "Aren't they here yet?"

"Since our transport plane was shot down by a US military plane last time, no more planes have been sent from the airport." The staff officer said helplessly.

In fact, as early as more than a month ago, there was no food at Nantianmen. It was Takeuchi Renshan who sent a telegram to the rear to ask for help. The airport sent a plane and airdropped supplies for several days before allowing Takeuchi Renshan to follow.

His team has persisted until now.

However, a month ago, the US military aircraft, which had been paying attention to the movements of Japanese aircraft for an unknown period of time, suddenly attacked and shot down two Japanese transport planes that were delivering supplies. The Japanese airport immediately sent fighter jets to support, and a fierce battle broke out between the two sides in the air.

In the end, the Japanese army lost two transport planes and three fighter jets, and the US military lost two fighter jets, driving the Japanese army out of the Nantianmen airspace.

"Baga!" Takeuchi Renshan shouted loudly, his face full of anger.

"General!" said the staff officer: "If it doesn't work, let's withdraw!"

"Bagaya road!" Takeuchi Renshan glared at the staff officer: "Master, the soldiers of this empire will only die on the road of charge and will never retreat."

"But we have all eaten up our food and our supplies are at the bottom."

"Baga!" Takeuchi shouted loudly again, and slapped the staff officer in the face, knocking them away.

"Give me the order to make a fire and cook. Let the soldiers have enough food and drink. Get ready for battle. We will launch an attack in the early hours of tomorrow."

"Your Excellency, General..." The staff officer wanted to persuade him again, but he could not shake Takeuchi Renshan's determination at all.

In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, the river was shrouded in heavy fog. Rafts were pushed into the water one after another. The heavily armed Japanese troops had already assembled on the shore and boarded the rafts one after another.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Rapid artillery fire sounded one after another, and successive explosions exploded in the national army positions shrouded in fog. The national army had not had time to react and was caught off guard by the sudden artillery attack. Fortunately, now, whether it was the Yu Division or the Sichuan Army,

The legion is no longer the group of new recruits who knew nothing in the past.

After suffering very few casualties, all the soldiers on the position entered the artillery-proof trenches.

"Damn, did these devils take the wrong medicine today and have sex so early in the morning!" Meng Fangli complained cursingly.

Long Wenwen shouted loudly: "The Japanese did not take the wrong medicine, but are about to launch an attack."

"Attack?" Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Then it's not like they took the wrong medicine. They have attacked many times, but they have never been successful." Meng Fan said disdainfully.

Long Wenwen said: "This time is different."

"What's the difference?" Meng Fan was puzzled.

Long Wenwen did not explain, but took out a piece of pancake from his arms, listened to the continuous explosions in his ears, and ate it with a smile on his face.

It was as if the Japanese attack was not a bad thing to him, but a great joy.

Meng Fanxiao just stared at Long Wenwen as he ate the whole pancake into his stomach in one bite. After eating, he drank two more mouthfuls of water, and then rubbed his slightly full belly.

He said with enjoyment: "Comfortable."

He raised his hand to wipe the water stains from the corner of his mouth and picked up the Lee-Enfield rifle next to him. Listening to the still intensive sound of gunfire in his ears, Long Wenwen was already ready to rush out of the hole and enter the battle.

"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you hurry up and get ready to fight!" Seeing Meng Fanglai looking at him, Long Wenwen hurriedly shouted hello.

Meng Fan was startled and subconsciously held the gun beside him in his hand.

At the same time, on the west bank, in a mountain forest a few miles away from Nantian Gate, the sudden sound of cannons immediately alerted Wang Zhong's buried pile here.

"What's wrong? Do you see clearly?"

General Li Hu asked.

Bu La put down the telescope in his hand and said angrily: "I can see clearly, there is heavy fog everywhere."

"Then what should we do now?" Li Hu looked at Bu La and asked.

Bu La pondered for a moment and then said: "We stay and watch. You go back and inform the captain that the Japanese army is likely to launch another attack on the east coast."

"yes!"

"I'll go right away!"
Chapter completed!