"Wang Chengzhu is back!" A sharp-eyed soldier shouted to his comrades who were resting on the spot while standing guard.
A few sober soldiers stood up, holding on to tree trunks or carrying rifles and canes. Seeing that Wang Chengzhu, who was covering their evacuation from danger, was safe, the haze that had shrouded the heads of a dozen people dissipated a little.
When Wang Chengzhu saw his comrades on guard coming to meet them, he slung his rifle across his back and stepped closer.
After a fierce battle, the appearance of the army usually cannot be kept neat and tidy. Wang Chengzhu thought of this, and during the search, he just dusted off the mud and dust on his clothes. It looked like there were black and brown lines on the blue-gray military uniform.
They look like they are wearing mountain swamp camouflage uniforms.
The scheduled rendezvous point is at the edge of the dense forest. On one side is a hillside with grass padding just above the ankle, and on the other side is a slippery mud hillside with shrubs and deciduous trees staggered all the way to the gravel river below.
Such a military uniform stained with plaster was more eye-catching in the eyes of the sentry. The two approached and said hello. Wang Chengzhu was relieved to learn that many comrades had helped each other here.