The sky was gloomy, but there was no rain, and the entire Zenda was shrouded in dark clouds.

The allied forces were defeated. Only a few hundred remaining soldiers of the huge Sichuan Army fled back to the east bank. Then they quickly organized a river defense. I heard that the superiors were planning to blow up the bridge and organize the Japanese troops to cross the river.

The people in Chanda City also became panicked. They had heard about the brutality of the Japanese army. In the former capital of Nanjing, more than 300,000 people were killed by the Japanese army.

Moreover, the evil deeds of the Japanese army went far beyond that.

Burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.

The tense atmosphere in Zenda City naturally affected Xiao Zui. Only two days after Wang Zhong left, she heard the news that the Sichuan Army was defeated and fled back to the east coast.

But Xiao Zui waited around at home, but never saw Wang Zhong come back. Xiao Zui could only comfort himself in his heart. Wang Zhong must be busy consolidating Jiang's defense. After all, the Japs are about to attack now.

But waiting and waiting, Xiao Zui felt that time was passing slower and slower, and the days were like years. Finally, in the afternoon, Xiao Zui, who could no longer sit still, arrived in front of the military camp after struggling for a long time.

"The military camp is an important area, and no idlers are allowed to approach it."

Today's Xiaozui, Jingchai's sarong, looks like an ordinary woman, so the soldiers will naturally not regard her as a big shot.

"Sir, let me ask you, are the Sichuan Army Corps stationed here?"

"Sichuan Army Corps?" The soldier waved his hand impatiently: "The Sichuan Army Corps has been wiped out a long time ago. Where is the Sichuan Army Corps? Hurry up and leave."

"Impossible! The Sichuan Army Corps has just gone to Burma, how could it be possible that they were all wiped out?"

Xiao Zui refused to believe it, and hurriedly reported Wang Zhong's information and asked the soldier on guard to help him ask.

At this moment, a military jeep drove up from outside the military camp. Behind the jeep were countless soldiers carrying guns and military vehicles hauling supplies.

Seeing Xiaozui entangled with the soldiers standing guard at the door, Yu Xiaoqing frowned and asked the driver to stop the car.

"Go and ask what's going on!"

Zhang Lixian gave a military salute and immediately ran over to ask.

"What's going on?" Zhang Lixian is Long Wenwen's confidant and the company commander of the guard company. Now that Yu Xiaoqing has become the division commander, he will soon be promoted as company commander, at least to a battalion commander. The soldiers on guard will naturally know Zhang.

Li Xian, after saluting, immediately told Zhang Li Xian the reason for the matter.

"Your brother is from the Sichuan Army Corps?" Zhang Lixian himself is from Sichuan, and it was they who reorganized the Sichuan Army Corps before.

"My brother's name is Wang Zhong, and he is the battalion commander of the Sichuan Army!" Xiao Zui said immediately.

"Wang Zhong?" Zhang Lixian frowned immediately: "He is my brother?"

Xiao Zui explained: "He is my brother's comrade-in-arms. After my brother died, he was the one who took care of me."

Zhang Lixian looked at Xiaozui's charming face and her clear and pure eyes, black and white, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Ripples suddenly appeared in the calm lake of his heart. Looking at Xiaozui's face,

Anxious and worried, for some reason, his heart felt like it was being grabbed, and it hurt so much.

"I know the Wang Zhong you are talking about. He is the deputy battalion commander of the third battalion of the Sichuan Army. He has very good marksmanship."

"Do you know my brother?" Xiaozui's eyes lit up, and his face suddenly showed joy, looking at Zhang Lixian expectantly.

Zhang Lixian hesitated before saying: "Among the personnel who have withdrawn to the east coast, Wang Zhong is not included. He should still be in Myanmar now."

"I heard that one of the two planes they were on was shot down by a Japanese fighter jet. If the news is correct, then the possibility of his survival..."

Xiao Zui was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened. Those clear and clean eyes with clear black and white were instantly filled with tears, blocking Zhang Lixian's next words.

"Impossible, my brother is blessed with great fortune. He told me that he would come back to see me. He called me and I went to the house to wait for him to come back!" Xiaozui tried to hold back the tears and murmured while shaking his head.

Talk to yourself.

When Zhang Lixian saw this, his heart felt as if someone had grabbed him, and it hurt terribly.

"Zhang Lixian!"

Yu Xiaoqing's voice came from behind.

"arrive!"

Zhang Lixian stood up subconsciously and responded loudly.

"What's going on? It's not settled yet?"

"Reporter, it's taken care of!"

"You should go back first. I am helping you find out about your brother. If there is any news, I will inform you."

"Thank you!"

The two of them spoke Sichuan dialect and were both fellow villagers. The simple Xiao Zui had no doubts about Zhang Lixian's words and directly chose to believe them.

"I live until..."

Listening to the address reported by Xiaozui, Zhang Lixian immediately nodded and said: "In this important military camp, outsiders are not allowed to stay. You should go back quickly! I will find you when there is news."

"Sir! Thank you!" Xiaozui stepped aside and watched Zhang Lixian return to the team and retreat into the military camp. She bit her lip. Even though there were tears in her eyes, she remained strong and did not cry.

.

She had already lost a brother and didn't want to lose Wang Zhong again.

Wang Zhong, who rescued her from dire straits, gave her a new life, and gave her hope for the future, has a very special meaning to Xiao Zui.

After returning home, Xiao Zui took out a box from the bedside and placed it on the table. After opening it, she took out the pistol that Wang Zhong left for her. She skillfully removed the magazine and bullets and disassembled the gun parts one by one.

Wipe it carefully with a cloth before reassembling it.

Xiao Zui has repeated this process dozens of times in the two days since Wang Zhong left.

Looking at the yellow and orange bullets, Xiaozui pressed them into the magazine one by one.

As the night grew darker, Xiaozui placed the loaded pistol beside his pillow and gradually fell asleep while praying to Wang Zhong.

On the west bank of the Nu River, in Myanmar, outside the British military airport, in the darkness, a black shadow suddenly jumped up from behind the fortifications made of sandbags. Two cold moon-like lights were reflected in its hands, and the light of a sword was seen across the sky.

As soon as the sound subsided, the four patrolling Japanese soldiers fell down.

Wang Zhong's eyesight was astonishing, and he could see clearly what was ahead without the need for lighting.

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"Shh!"

Before several people could praise him, Wang Zhong made a gesture of silence and took out the grenade from his waist. Several people stuck their heads out one after another. Some of them stopped talking and took out the grenades that had been prepared from their waists.

Everyone looked at each other, then pulled the latch in unison, knocked the grenade on the stone nearby, stood up and threw the grenade almost at the same time, and then quickly retracted their bodies behind the fortifications.

A few seconds later, several thunderous explosions appeared in the Japanese position. The fire caused by the explosion dispersed the darkness nearby. When several people leaned out again, several more grenades were thrown out at the same time.

"Milong!" Wang Zhong shouted loudly! Milong, who had already set up a machine gun next to him, immediately swept towards a bunch of remaining Japanese troops.

"Hit!" Long Wenwen, who happened to be leading people into the battlefield, also shouted loudly and took the lead in firing, knocking down a Japanese sergeant with one shot.

The war was about to break out. In an instant, the sound of gunfire and explosions enveloped the entire position. The Japanese army was caught off guard by the sudden sneak attack. It was night again and there was no time to organize an artillery counterattack.

The dense firepower was like a big net, covering the Japanese troops on the position, killing dozens of Japanese soldiers in just an instant.

Long Wenwen took the lead with a gun in his hand and led his men forward to kill them. Lee Enfield in his hand transformed into the Death Scythe, shooting one little Japanese at a time.

Wang Zhong was mixed in the middle of the team, holding a 38-gun each with a shot, specifically targeting the Japanese machine gunners and commanders.

In less than ten minutes, the Japanese troops were forced to flee their position and head into the nearby woods.

Long Wenwen had no intention of letting go of these Japs and led his men to chase them all the way. Wang Zhong also showed no mercy towards the little Japs. He named the Japs who were about to escape into the woods one by one and shot them in the head.

After taking the position, everyone's tense heartstrings immediately relaxed. Although the battle just now had elements of a sneak attack, it was completely different from the battles during the day. The little devil had nearly a squadron of men and was beaten by them.

A total annihilation.

Such a great victory has never been seen by these cannon fodders.

Apart from being relaxed, I was also excited.

On the position after the offensive, Long Wenwen sat in the trench, holding a Japanese can in his hand, wolfing down the food while chattering to win over the cannon fodder.

"Today you are all my grandfathers!"

"I am your grandson, grandson Hui!"

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

His smiling look was so mean that he almost made Meng annoyed and the angry young man rushed up to beat him.

Ah Yi snake-assed the collected materials and distributed them one by one. Although Ah Yi only did this job for two days, it was far better than what his battalion commander and supervisor could do.

Wang Zhong followed the veterinarian and treated the wounds of the injured cannon fodder. Although before coming, Wang Zhong collected a lot of medicinal materials in Chanda and made his own golden sore medicine, but after all, the time was too short and the supplies were in short supply.

There are not many medicines for gold sores out there.

Although the offensive battle just now consisted of a sneak attack and caught the Japanese army by surprise, the military quality of the Japanese army is indeed not outstanding. Even though the firepower was suppressed, they still quickly launched a counterattack. The cannon fodder got a little carried away again, and there were inevitably

Some unlucky ones were shot, three died and about ten others were injured.

Wang Zhongzheng took out the bullet from a cannon fodder's shoulder, disinfected the wound to stop the bleeding, and wrapped it in gauze.

The veterinarian looked at Wang Zhong's extremely skillful movements. Apart from admiration, he could only feel unmatched.

"If there were medicine, the wounded soldiers in the shelter would not..." A soldier who was wounded by a bullet was being bandaged next to him. After hearing Wang Zhong's words, he couldn't help but sigh.

"We will have medicine soon." Wang Zhong said.

The veterinarian was stunned for a moment, then realized that Wang Zhong was talking about the British people at the airport.

While they were talking, a burst of sudden and rapid drum music interrupted their words. The first reaction of everyone on the battlefield was to lie down behind the fortifications and pick up their spears. But when they saw the white flags held and the neat queues, marching
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