In the night sky, there are occasional stars twinkling, and bits of starlight fall down, dyeing the mountains and forests with starlight.

The cool night wind blew toward the pocket-shaped valley. At the mouth of the valley, where the Japanese army once stood, a few people held high torches and flashlights, and the remaining cannon fodder stood guard all around.

Among them, Wang Zhong was holding a short knife and was treating a few wounded who were lucky enough to survive and removing the bullets from their wounds.

The short knife that had been burned on the flames was as sharp as a scalpel in Wang Zhong's hands. He easily cut open the flesh of the wounded. He used tweezers to pick out the bullet, disinfected with alcohol, sutured the wound, and applied Wang Zhong's own golden sore medicine.

, wrap it in gauze.

Wang Zhong's hand speed was extremely fast, and in just half an hour, he managed to take care of the three wounded who were lucky enough to survive.

The bandaging work was handed over to the veterinarian. Wang Zhong stood up and said: "We have done everything we can. Whether they can survive or not depends on their own lives."

Everyone's mood was a little low. No one spoke. Even Meng Fan, who usually talked the most, was silent at the moment, lowering his head and looking at the injured who were seriously injured and unconscious.

Mi Long no longer had the carefree look of the past. He just stood aside and looked intently at Li Wula, who was still unconscious and pale. The veterinarian squatted next to the wounded and carefully bandaged the wound of the last wounded.

He quickly took out the kettle, watered Wang Zhong, and asked Wang Zhong to wash his hands.

Mi Long and the others arrived when Wang Zhong was using the knife to get the bullet for Li Wula, while Long Wenwen was slower.

Long Wenwen looked at the seriously injured and unconscious people, his face darkened, and he walked to Wang Zhong and said: "With their current situation, they can't follow us around. We must rush to the airport as soon as possible!"

"We were originally going to the airport, weren't we?" Wang Zhong looked at Long Wen and said.

Long Wenwen nodded and said: "We must seize the time while the Japanese army is still gathering troops and does not launch a large-scale attack."

Wang Zhongdao: "We are the main force of the Japanese army we encountered yesterday. With their pace, they will definitely be able to reach the airport tomorrow morning, if not tonight," Wang Zhongdao said.

Long Wenwen said: "I heard from the Sichuan guys that the British have an artillery camp over there at the airport."

"If we can have the support of artillery, we may not be able to fight a tough battle with the Japanese army."

Wang Zhongdao: "The Japanese army has a squadron at least, but we don't have enough people."

There were more than 30 of them, plus the patrol team, which totaled only more than 60, less than 100. They were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers.

"There must be some of our people near the airport," Long Wenwen said.

Wang Zhong looked at him with a smile, "Why, the regiment leader wants to use the name of the leader of the Sichuan Army to collect those defeated troops?"

His eyes were piercing, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.

Being looked at by Wang Zhong like that, Long Wenwen felt uncomfortable all over, as if Wang Zhong had seen him completely inside and out, and he felt a little weak for no reason.

"I am the commander of your regiment, the commander of the Sichuan Army Corps. Why can't I be included?"

Wang Zhong did not dwell on this issue with him anymore, but said: "If we arrive at the airport and ask those old British gentlemen for supplies, they will definitely ask for our numbers. We are a joint expeditionary force. You old man, you think the British are so

Don’t you have any contact with the country?”

Wang Zhong came closer to Long Wenwen and lowered his voice: "You, captain, can fool the cannon fodder next to us, but you will definitely not be able to fool the British guys."

"We have to get to the airport first. Now the morale of the army is lost. If there is no regiment commander to step forward, collect the defeated troops and rebuild the morale of the army, we will be in disarray. How can we resist the Japanese army?" Long Wenwen hesitated.

After a while, he said with a serious face.

"Hey!" Wang Zhong naturally knew this truth. In fact, Long Wenwen claimed to be the leader of the Sichuan Army who succeeded Yu Xiaoqing. Apart from his little selfishness, it was mostly to deal with the Japanese army.

Which one is more difficult to break, a chopstick or a pair of chopsticks? Even children understand this. Long Wenwen naturally understands that if the Japanese army is coming fiercely, if they don't unite, there will be nothing but being wiped out one by one by the Japanese army.

end.

If we can't get through this difficult time, there will be no future.

Speaking of which, Long Wenwen is indeed worthy of admiration, and Wang Zhong is certainly no exception.

"One general is incompetent and the three armies will be exhausted!" Wang Zhong paused for a long time before changing the topic: "Before Yu Xiaoqing went to Myanmar, he said a lot of rhetoric, but as soon as the fight started, he disappeared.

The Sichuan regiment that rose up became a defeated army and an outcast."

"What do you mean?" Long Wenwen looked at Wang Zhong with a serious look on his face, his eyes filled with questions.

Wang Zhong sighed and said: "Don't tell me that you don't know the virtues of those of us at the top!"

"Especially for our great iron-blooded Yu, in his eyes, the final destination of soldiers is to be shrouded in horse leather."

"Now that the coalition forces are defeated, the Japanese army, with the momentum of a great victory, first takes the airport, and then goes all the way north to attack the Nu River!"

As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, Long Wenwen, who frowned, said: "With the virtue of those people on the peak, they will definitely blow up the stone bridge and cut off all the roads across the river, and then consolidate the river defense and cut off the Japanese army's way to cross the river.

Defend the enemy on the banks of the Nu River."

Long Wenwen had been in the national army for so many years, how could he not know the thoughts of those at the top?

"We have to survive first!" Long Wenwen's voice became heavier and heavier.

"If we want to survive, we must unite. Only by uniting can we not be cannibalized by the Japanese army."

Seeing that Long Wenwen was so determined, Wang Zhong no longer tried to dissuade him.

In fact, even if Long Wenwen is explained, Wang Zhong still has to gather the defeated troops, because he only has one person. If he can learn from Zhao Zilong in the era of cold weapons, even one person can make seven in and seven out.

In the army, he took the general's head and regarded the thousands of troops as if they were nothing.

But now is the era of thermal weapons. There are not only bullets on the battlefield, but also artillery shells, poisonous gases, and endless modern technological weapons. Although Wang Zhong is powerful, he is only a mortal body after all. Although his true energy is powerful, he has not been able to use it.

To the point where it is inexhaustible and inexhaustible, physical strength and endurance are also limited.

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"How is your leg?" Wang Zhong walked to Meng Fanglia and asked.

"It's okay." Meng Fanglia didn't complain, which was a bit rare.

"I've been running around all day today. If you have something to say, just tell me. We all eat pork stewed with vermicelli in the same pot. There are some things that you don't need to hide."

"I'm really fine! You see." After saying this, Meng Fanlai stretched out his leg and beat it twice, then stood up and walked a few steps. Although he was still limping a little, looking at his expression, he really didn't have any problems.

See if there is any discomfort.

When they were in Zenda, Wang Zhong had been treating Meng Fanxie for more than a month. However, due to lack of medical treatment and medicine, Wang Zhong could only pick some herbs from the nearby mountains, make an ointment, and apply it on Meng Fanxie.

With the addition of the bottle of sulfonamide from Wang Zhong's veterinarian, Meng Fanle's leg has improved a lot and his injuries have basically recovered. However, his leg has been injured for too long, and even after it recovers, it will be difficult to return to normal.

Wang Dian nodded and said, "Do you need me to show you again?"

"No, if you have time, you'd better go and see Li Wula and the others. Those injured are more serious than me." Just as Mi Long said, Meng Fan was too smart and thought too much, so he

As a result, cleverness is mistaken for cleverness.

But he is still a good person.

Wang Zhong said: "No, the bullet has been taken out. Now we don't have the conditions here. Whether they can survive it depends on their own luck."

There is also an upper limit to medical skills. Others Wang Zhong doesn't know, but he himself has already reached the seventh level of medical skills, but he still can't reanimate people with flesh and bones. He is also helpless against terminal diseases such as cancer and AIDS.

Hearing Wang Zhong's words, Meng Fanxiao couldn't help but feel a little heavy. It would be fine if it were anyone else, but it was Li Wula, whose real name was Li Liansheng. He had eaten pork and cabbage stewed with vermicelli in the same pot with them.

In the original work, it was Li Wula who was treated as a living target by the Japanese army, who fired bullets at him one after another without giving him any pleasure. Using this method to torture Li Wula inspired the bloody and bloody cannon fodder.

With his bestiality, he followed Long Wenwen to kill those Japanese soldiers. Even Doubian, who had always been treated as a child, used a gun belt to strangle a Japanese soldier's neck, allowing Bu La to kill the Japanese soldier.

"Do you think Yu Xiaoqing is really dead?" After a moment of silence, Meng Fanglia suddenly asked.

"So what if you're dead? So what if you're not dead. Now we are defeated, and it's a big defeat. Even if Yu Xiaoqing is not dead, she doesn't know where she has fled to now. Maybe everyone has returned to Zenda now.

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Wang Zhong's words left Meng Fan speechless. He was angry and unwilling in his heart. Even though he had known the result for a long time, he was still attracted by Yu Xiaoqing's bold words when he was at the shelter.

I was persuaded.

But what now? He arrived in Myanmar, wearing only a pair of underpants and a vomit bag, but Yu Xiaoqing was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing Fanla's increasingly complicated expression, Wang Zhong said nothing and walked to the other side to inspect the situation in the camp.

The next morning, before dawn, Wang Zhong woke up. After a little activity, he asked everyone to wake up and start heading towards the airport.

The closer we got to the airport, the more people there were. Wang Zhong handed over the command to Long Wenwen and asked Long Wenwen to replace Ah Yi and manage the group of broken soldiers, while he acted as a scout and walked alone in front of the team.

Exploring the movement along the way.

It was almost noon, and Wang Zhong actually discovered the traces of a group of Japs. Their number was not large, just over thirty, less than a small team, and their weapons only had two light machine guns.
Chapter completed!