A wisp of green smoke was still rising from the remaining ashes of the bonfire. The three Japanese soldiers killed by Zhao Liang were still lying on the ground, without even changing their posture. Zhao Liang walked over with a rifle in hand, with only a few bullets left on his body.
He needs ammunition, medicine, food, anything he can use on his way home.
After spending two years in the hospital, Zhao Liang had seen many scenes of mutilated limbs, broken arms, belly rot, and intestinal penetration. However, after all, these three guys covered in blood were beaten to death by himself, so Zhao Liang still felt a little scared in his heart.
When he found the pile of things from the corpse, Zhao Liang either turned his head away or simply closed his eyes. Fortunately, the things he found were not small, otherwise Zhao Liang would have pinched his nose and ran away.
"You didn't look like a softie when you were killing people, but why are you afraid of these bloody things?" A smiling veteran reached out and slapped Zhao Liang, almost knocking him over.
On the ground. Who is afraid? Zhao Liang responded in a low voice, and his eyes that he had never dared to open widened immediately, making the veterans who had rescued him burst into laughter.
Three belts with ammunition boxes, three Japanese backpacks, three Japanese 38 rifles, 5 Japanese grenades, three water bottles with lunch boxes, three steel helmets, three bayonets, a Japanese watch, everything that can be found
The things he found from the corpses of Japanese soldiers were neatly arranged in front of him. Even the two cans, a gasoline lighter, and half a pack of cigarettes found in the backpack were arranged in the same way. What made Zhao Liang most happy was that
There was a Japanese soldier who had small feet. As long as he tied some cloth around his feet and peeled off the cowhide military shoes, he could wear them by himself.
"Here, the recoil of this gun is smaller than that thing in your hand." Hou San, who reached out to pat Zhao Liang, picked up a fairly new-looking 38 rifle from the ground and stuffed it into Zhao Liang. Look at the used ones in his arms.
38 rifle and more than 50 rounds of 38 rifle bullets, and then looking at his Zhongzheng rifle with only 3 bullets, Zhao Liang finally chose to use the Japanese 38 rifle. Not only because there were enough bullets, but also the recoil of the 38 rifle was small.
After firing four shots from the Zhongzheng rifle last night, Zhao Liang's shoulders are still a little sore. After switching to the 38 rifle, he can fire at least a dozen shots without any problem.
After changing the rifle, Zhao Liang put all the bullets in the magazine box of a belt. The belt with bullets was tied loosely around his waist by Zhao Liang. Only one backpack was left, and the cans were put in it.
, put the lighter in his pocket, and kept half a pack of Japanese cigarettes. The shredded tobacco can cure colds and fever. Three of the five grenades were put in the backpack, leaving two hanging on the belt around his waist, in case of sudden encounter with the Japanese army.
In the event of an encounter, it will definitely be too late to temporarily take out a grenade from your backpack.
Zhao Liang did not intend to let go of the military uniforms worn by the Japanese soldiers. He picked a relatively clean military uniform and cut it into strips of cloth with a bayonet. Zhao Liang followed the example of the others in Tangcheng and used these strips to put on thick leggings.
The hit reached the knee, and the cuffs of the military uniform were also tied up with strips of cloth. When he was in Mandalay, Zhao Liang heard the veterans say that the drought locusts in the jungle especially like to stay in the trees. As long as someone comes from the tree,
Once it rains, the leech will fall on the human body and start sucking blood from the exposed skin. A soldier of the expeditionary force once died after being pierced through the stomach by the leech.
"This guy is pretty good. He's much better than the guys we rescued earlier." Seeing Zhao Liang imitating himself in wrapping his leggings, the careless Dice also praised him in a low voice. Only Tang Cheng still looked down at the map and
Diaries and some pieces of paper found from the corpses of these three Japanese soldiers. Tang Cheng and others appeared here not because they were passing by by chance, but because they were also lost. After being dragged into the jungle by the rebels, Tang Cheng and others
Having lost their way, they could only rely on the two rock dragon brothers to move as far as possible to the edge of the forest. Only by clearing the direction could they determine the route back to the country.
"Don't blame me. We are enemies. If we are enemies, we are sworn enemies. I don't regret killing you at all." Zhao Liang followed Hou San and buried the extra guns and things. He tore open a cigarette case and used it as paper money and burned it into a pile of ashes.
It was because of the three Japanese soldiers who died under his own gun. He had two bayonets on his waist, two kettles filled with water on his back, and he picked up a relatively clean-looking steel helmet and carried it on his back.
Zhao Liang was a bit at a loss while wearing a shriveled backpack.
He originally wanted to follow the original path back to the patch of grass where he was lying down to see if any of his companions were alive, but the people who rescued him all spoke to the commander surnamed Tang. Zhao Liang didn't know that he
Would the suggestion of going back to look for the lost companions make the frowning Chief Tang angry? After all, it was still dark and midnight, and even if he went back, he might not find anything, and he might even encounter a Japanese who was searching here.
Bing. "Boy, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't look at it with a frown on your face and make people upset." Seeing Zhao Liang frequently looking towards Tangcheng but not daring to speak, Hou San smiled and joked a few words.
"You said that not far from the direction you came from is the edge of the forest?" When Zhao Liang, with Hou San's encouragement, told Tang Cheng his plan, the latter suddenly raised his head and stared at it without blinking.
Zhao Liang, who was already panicking, backed away in horror. If Hou Sange hadn't stepped in behind him, Zhao Liang might have fallen over on his back beside the bonfire. "Are you sure you still recognize it?
Which direction did you come from?" The worried Tang Cheng asked again. If he could find the edge of the forest, the rest of the matter would be much easier to handle.
"Pack your things, Yanlong and Dice, you two take this guy to the front station, and the others have their bullets loaded and ready to fire at any time." After receiving Zhao Liang's affirmative answer, Tang Cheng put away the map and issued orders one after another, and Hou San and others also
After changing his face from the fun just now, Zhao Liang found it difficult to adapt to the fighting spirit that Hou San and others suddenly burst out. Fortunately, when he was in the hospital, he also got along with the veterans who were sent down from the front line. As long as he bites
Tooth, Zhao Liang did not suffer from weakness in his legs and fell down.
The place where Zhao Liang entered the forest was not very far from here. Dice and Yanlong, who had been ordered by Tang Cheng to fight in front of them, followed Zhao Liang and stumbled not far away. They could already feel the night wind blowing from the edge of the forest. Now.
It was night, and when he learned that the edge of the forest was in front of him, Tang Cheng had already lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was only 2 o'clock in the morning, and there were still at least three hours until dawn. If the sky didn't rise, the Yanlong brothers would not be able to identify each other.
direction, which made Tang Cheng regret that he lost the compass Huang Hanju got from the city before leaving.
Except for Tang Cheng and Hou San, who were on guard, everyone else could only hide in the bushes and rest. Hou San had been playing with a few bamboo cans. What he was afraid of when marching in the jungle were snakes and insects. These bamboo cans
It contained the deworming powder that Mu Lianshan prepared for them. Before Hou San could find the various powders, Zhao Liang beside him was already fighting on himself. An insect crawled into his military uniform, and Zhao Liang's hands couldn't help it.
Not chasing him around. Hou San looked at his annoyed look and felt funny. He took out a pinch of insect repellent powder from a bamboo tube and carefully sprinkled it around himself and Zhao Liang.
It's not enough to just sprinkle the powder on it. You also have to kill the bugs that got into Zhao Liang's clothes, otherwise this kid won't be able to feel better. "Take off your clothes!" Hou San put away the bamboo tube and pushed Zhao Liang's body with his elbow.
said.
"What?" Zhao Liang asked very puzzled.
"Stop being so verbose. I'm helping you solve the problem. You think you are a woman and treat me like a treasure." Hou San followed Tang Cheng's example and said with a straight face. After looking around for a while, Hou San reached out and took a slender hair from his side.
He took off a few leaves from the tree with long leaves, put them in his mouth, chewed them, spit them out and spread them in his hands. He wanted to rub them on Zhao Liang, but the latter quickly dodged. "What are you doing? Put this on your body to prevent mosquito bites."
People are very effective." Hou San explained with a smile.
"I have medicine myself." Although Hou San was trying to help him, Zhao Liang didn't seem to appreciate it. He refused what Hou San spat into his hand. Zhao Liang took out the medicine powder he prepared from his arms. "You mouth."
The stuff that came out of my mouth made me sick!"
"It's up to you!" Hou San threw away the things in his hands, not caring about Zhao Liang's refusal. "I guess you haven't been a soldier for long, right?" Hou San, who was quite bored, looked at the man who was "painting" himself.
Zhao Liang then asked with a smile. This kid looked much more playful than Liu Shitou. While Zhao Liang was applying medicine on himself, Hou San took Zhao Liang's homemade medicine powder from behind and brought it to his nose to smell it.
, and put it into his arms.
"What are you doing? That's my thing." Seeing Hou San take away his deworming medicine, Zhao Liang, who hurriedly put on his clothes, glared at Hou San, but the latter smiled playfully and ignored Zhao Liang's anger.
"First tell me where you got this thing from, and I will return it to you." Hou San's smiling face made Zhao Liang helpless, so he could only say that he got the deworming powder in Mandalay.
Homemade at the time.
"My little one is not old, but he is quite angry. I am just teasing you. I'll give it back to you." Hou San chuckled, took out the packet of medicinal powder and stuffed it into Zhao Liang's hand, but he moved to Tang Cheng's side.
They chatted in a low voice. "Boy, our commander said that since we are all brothers in the expeditionary force, you are going to return home anyway, so why not just follow us? Only by getting together can you have hope of returning home alive." Again.
Hou San, who came back, had a bit more hope in his voice. With someone who could prepare the anthelmintics, he would be more sure of surviving in this vast jungle.