"Kill!" The vicious Japanese were everywhere. They shouted and rushed towards me with bayonets. The surging fire light reflected these ugly faces like devils.

"Come on! Come on!" I roared and shot desperately at the same time. The bullets seemed to be unable to finish them, but there were more and more Japanese.

Suddenly, my neck tightened and a hand appeared there. The rough skin and calloused index fingers all told me that this was a veteran. He was right in front of me, but I couldn't see his face clearly. "Do he want to cut off my trachea?" I felt cold in my heart and quickly touched my dagger and military sting. "Why aren't there?" I felt empty and suddenly panicked. Just as I was about to swing my fist, I felt a hot face, "Fuck! It's me, wake up!" The roar of the beast came into my ears. I woke up, my blurry vision gradually became clear, and familiar faces gradually became clear.

"Miscellaneous doctor, miracle doctor, lonely wolf in wounds..." The beast reported my injuries so that the miracle doctor could make arrangements to distinguish the order. At the same time, the beast began to treat my wounds.

"Whose reinforcements? How about casualties?" My mind started to work and asked hurriedly.

"A barbaric tribe in this jungle?"

"tribe?"

"Yes, they helped us."

"How are you?" I saw that the miracle doctor had not come over for a long time, and I knew in my heart that there must be many serious injuries.

The beast helped me with the wound while vaguely saying, "It's okay, it's okay!"

I looked for the eyes of the beast, but I couldn't find it. I knew this guy was lying, "Beast, beast!"

"ah?"

"Who died?"

"No, no, no, everyone is fine!" The beast's head pressed down even lower.

I paused, gritted my teeth, looked at the jungle in the distance, and said in a low and difficult manner: "Rat?"

The beast ignored me.

"Ghost...Brother?" I didn't say the word "Brother" and I was already choked up.

I saw the wild beast tremble all over, and then I knew the result. The wild beast ignored me and continued to bandage the wound. I held back my tears and appeared in front of me. In the battlefield of Songhu, the old ghost gave me how to avoid artillery fire. The first time I was shot, the old ghost sewed me, and I could still remember the old ghost's smirk when he said that his hands were shaking. The first time I massacred the puppet army in Xiaowangzhuang, we sneaked into the puppet army's camp with bayonets. The old ghost kept protecting me behind him, and patted my shoulder when I first cut the enemy's neck. The powerful left hand made me, who was panicked and excited at that time, suddenly woke up...

"Beast, help me over!" I whispered.

The beast nodded and slowly helped me stand up. Before I walked far, I saw the old ghost lying on the ground with a peaceful face. If it weren't for the red blood on the ground, I would have thought he was asleep. The mouse was digging a pit next to him, digging a pit desperately. "Mouse!" I didn't know how to speak, but just shouted.

"Yeah, is it okay?" Mouse looked up at me. I saw that there was no tears in his eyes. I nodded and said that there was no problem. Mouse continued, "Lone Wolf, help me, dig deeper for Brother Gui, don't let..." Mouse didn't finish his words, and then gritted his teeth and nodded, forcibly pressing back the already choking sob.

I lay on the ground with the beast and started digging a pit. The grief in my heart was suppressed by the irritability that gradually surging. We had expected that comrades were injured or died in battle. Such scenes often appeared in my dreams. When the iron-like man woke up, he even wept his pillows. But at this time, when this scene really happened, none of us could cry.

ichhatt'einenkameraden.

einenbessernfindstdunit.

dietomelschlugzumstreite.

erginganmeinerseite

|:ingleichemschrittundtritt.:|

einekugelkamgeflogen:

gilt'smirodergiltesdir?

ihnhateserissen.

erliegtvormeinenfu?en

|:alsw?r'seinsstuckvonmir:|

willmirdiehandnochreichen.

d'.

"kanndirdiehandnichtgeben.

bleibduimew'genleben

|:meinguterkamerad!":|

Translation as follows:

I once had a good comrade in the army.

No one is better than him anymore.

When the war drums resound in the sky,

He and I went to the battlefield side by side,

Step by step toward the battlefield.

Bullets whizzed by,

Is it for him or for me?

Just watched the bullet tear him apart,

Comrades fell on my feet,

It seems my heart dies.

I gritted my teeth and loaded it with tears.

Comrades still tried their best to help.

Until this time he can't help me,

Rest in peace,

My good comrade...

As the mouse started, we hummed the song that the captain taught us. The song was low, solemn and solemn, while digging holes, singing in a loop. Gradually, other Burmese soldiers around us, and even the savages with graffiti on their faces were humming. The name of this song - I once had a good comrade in the army.

I pulled out a bullet and was about to engrave the old ghost's name. Mouse reached out to stop me, "No, Brother Gui said, if... if there is such a day..." Mouse paused and continued, "If it is the whole body, it is buried on the spot. If it is blown up, don't worry about him!" Mouse wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Brother Gui said, he has a soul. If there is such a day, he asked me to say hello to him before leaving!" Mouse raised his head, looked at the already shiny sky, and suddenly shouted: "Brother Gui, go slowly..."

"Report!" Xiaohai ran over and said, suppressing his grief.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"There is another living person over there!"

"Bring it here!"

A Niu came over with a seriously injured Japanese man. It was obvious that he had been abused by everyone in revenge. A Niu approached and said, "Lone Wolf, those tribes will execute him in the end and sacrifice to their dead people!"

I nodded to A Niu, saying that I would not do anything wrong, and then asked, "I can give you a pleasure, as long as you answer me a question." I forced myself to squat down so that I could look straight with him. He looked at me and nodded.

"What's going on with the gunshots in your distance? Are you still accomplices in the distance? And how do you hide your own scent?" They kept harassed our nerves with gunmen in the distance, but they unknowingly approached fifty meters. Who were those guys who fired the guns? Also, at such a close distance, the beast didn't smell a strange thing. And at that time, both the wind direction and the wind power were extremely beneficial to us. If we could find them early at that time, there might not be such a big casualty, maybe Brother Ghost...
Chapter completed!