"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and a Japanese soldier suddenly appeared from behind the bunker and was about to throw a grenade. He was shot in the head. The latch had been pulled out of his hand, and the grenade that had knocked on his helmet also fell to the ground as the Japanese soldier fell to the ground.

On the ground.

The Japanese soldiers hiding behind the bunker suddenly opened their eyes when they saw this. Just as they were about to dodge, the grenade that landed on the ground was activated. With a bang, the shock wave rolled up air waves, carrying countless debris, and swept away the few soldiers behind the bunker.

All Japanese troops surrounded it.

"Hold on!"

"The little devil can't hold on any longer!"

Looking at the front battlefield and the Japanese troops fighting and retreating on the other side, Wang Zhong shouted loudly and reminded everyone. At the same time, the sniper rifle in his hand fired another bullet, penetrating more than fifty meters away, and commanded the Japanese with a sword.

The Japanese soldier's head was dashed by soldiers.

One shot into the soul.

As the Japs Major was killed by Wang Zhong with one shot, the Japanese army, which had already begun to retreat, immediately fell into chaos.

Ah Yi is not experienced enough and may be a little slow to seize this excellent opportunity, but Long Wenwen is a genius at hand-to-hand combat. His experience in fighting is extremely rich and his insight is even sharper.

He desperately charged the Japanese.

The grenades were thrown at places where there were many Japs as if they were free.

In an instant, the stalemate situation just now was broken instantly, and the Japanese screamed and retreated towards the only direction where there were no enemies.

Long Wenwen led his men to bite the Japanese from behind, and Wang Zhong and A Yi quickly joined the battlefield.

In just a few minutes, the Japanese troops were driven out of their camp.

Less than 500 meters after running out of the camp, suddenly, fireworks and two Maxim heavy machine guns lit up in the woods beside the road. Cui Yong and his men had quietly brought Wang to Wang after the attack started.

The location that had been explored long ago was set up on the slope of the road, one on the left and one on the right, forming a crossfire.

When the Japanese troops ran to them, Cui Yong, who had already been ambushing in the woods, and another heavy machine gunner opened fire at the same time.

The power of the heavy machine gun is unmatched by other firearms. When fully automatic, it can fire one hundred rounds of bullets per minute.

In an instant, the Japs on the road fell one after another like wheat.

However, the distance of more than 20 meters, the power and rate of fire of the heavy machine gun would not give them any chance to counterattack.

What's more, Long Wenwen and Wang Zhong were also chasing after them with their men.

In less than two minutes, the road leading to Myanmar outside the camp had turned into a Shura field.

The pungent smell of blood rose into the sky.

An hour later, accompanied by countless explosions, the remaining 800 troops abandoned all their baggage, carrying only ammunition and enough dry food for three days, and fled into the mountains and forests in darkness, holding on to the darkness.

The previous Japanese camp had been reduced to a sea of ​​fire, with all the heavy weapons blown up and not a single bit left behind.

An hour later, in a mountain forest twenty miles away.

The defeated soldiers lay scattered in the clearing in the forest, some in two or three leaning on each other, some leaning on trees, and some simply lying on the ground.

The veterinarian and Wang Chongyou walked among the broken soldiers, treating the injured soldiers' injuries and bandaging their wounds.

"All the medicine I got from the old British gentleman has been used up!" Looking at the last few injured, the veterinarian spread his hands helplessly, his brows furrowed.

Wang Zhong said: "You clean their wounds first, and I'll go to the forest to get some herbs."

"Where are you going to get herbal medicine this late at night?" Although the veterinarian was helpless and felt sorry for these babies, the conditions were just like this and there was nothing he could do.

"We can't just ignore it!" Wang Zhong glanced at the wounded soldier, then started looking around in the forest with his gun on his back.

On the other side, Long Wenwen, who had just bandaged his wounds, was listening to Ah Yi report on their current situation: "One hundred and forty-seven people were killed in this battle, and there are eight hundred and seventy-two people left, including eighty-three seriously injured and slightly injured.

More than one hundred and sixty three people."

"How many people can go on their own?" Long Wenwen asked, enduring the pain in his shoulder.

The previous rush was too hard, the beating was too intense, and his wound opened again. The veterinarian had just bandaged him. Although the bleeding did not continue, the pain was still the same.

Ah Yi said: "There are only 806 people!"

"Eight hundred and six people!" Long Wenwen lowered his head and fell into thought.

He had already discussed the way forward with Wang Zhong before, but there were still so many wounded people here. Those who could move on their own were fine, but those who were seriously injured and couldn't move on their own would be a little difficult.

Done.

"Where is Deputy Battalion Commander Wang?"

"Talking to the wounded with the veterinarian!"

"By the way, just now Wang Zhong asked Mi Long and the others to cut down trees and vines, saying they would be used to make stretchers!"

"Stretcher?" Long Wenwen's eyes lit up. If there was a stretcher, the seriously injured could also be taken away.

Nodding, Long Wenzhang said to Ayi: "Okay, it's been a tiring day. You should go and rest for a while."

Although Ah Yi is not yet a qualified commander, he is already a qualified clerk and a qualified logistics manager.

Seriously speaking, Long Wenwen, who now calls himself the leader of the Sichuan Army Corps, is the real quartermaster who darns socks, and he is only a lieutenant, which is the same level as Meng Fan.

The two of them are completely different now. Things in the world are unpredictable.

Ten minutes later, Wang Zhong came back with a bundle of herbs. They were common herbs in the mountains and forests. They could stop bleeding and treat injuries, but the effect was only average.

Just like the thornberries that are everywhere in Hunan, Sichuan and other places, put the young leaves into your mouth, chew them up, mix the juice and apply it on the wound, it also has the effect of stopping bleeding.

After following the veterinarian and giving medicine to the last few wounded, Wang Zhong came to Long Wenwen.

"Just waiting for you to come back, the main force of the Japanese army is still marching towards Nantianmen. This place is too close to Nantianmen. We can't stay here overnight." Long Wenwen stood up impatiently as soon as he saw Wang Zhong and spoke quickly.

Long Wenwen thought about it, and still felt that the farther away from Nantianmen, the better.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wang Zhongdao: "The brothers have been fighting for a whole day and barely rested. They are all exhausted. Let them rest for a while and wait until twelve o'clock.

After that, let’s set off again.”

"We don't have much dry food left on us!" Long Wenwen said with a serious expression.

"There are a lot of little devils there. When we get to the airport, all the supplies the little devils have stored at the airport will be ours."

"Near the airport, the Japs must have a large number of troops stationed there. With just a few people, can we take advantage in the past?"

Long Wenwen was a little uneasy. Although he had been fighting smooth battles these days, he knew in his heart that in fact, their combat power was not comparable to that of the little devils. The reason why they had won all the battles along the way was mainly because Wang Zhong, a scout, was too powerful, and

They had the right time, place and people, and they either fought in ambushes, sneak attacks, or simply overwhelmed the opponent in terms of numbers.

When they really encountered the main force of the Japanese army, the two sides fought face to face with real swords and guns. With this group of defeated troops, Long Wenwen really had no confidence to win.

"Heavy troops?" Wang Zhong chuckled: "Do you think the Japs have a lot of troops in Myanmar? A brigade or a division?"

"Uh..." Long Wenwen was stunned when Wang Zhong asked.

"The little devils' country is only a little bigger, and the Communist Party only has so many people. From the northeast to Yunnan, the little devils have stretched the front line so long. Even if they want to invest more troops in Myanmar, they don't have the conditions."

"I heard that the Japanese army in Myanmar now is the Sakata Regiment."

"It's just a regiment, with only three to four thousand people. Even if it is strengthened, it will still have five thousand people."

"Now that the Japanese army has defeated the British, American and Chinese three-nation coalition forces in Myanmar, the morale of the army is strong. With such a great victory, they will definitely want to defeat the Nujiang defense line, land in Chanda, and direct their troops towards our southwest hinterland."

"In this case, how many troops do you think they will station at the airport?"

Wang Zhong calmly analyzed the current situation to Long Wenwen.

Long Wenwen was a genius at hand-to-hand combat, and his ability to lead troops in battle was still superior to Yu Xiaoqing's, but his vision limited his ideas.

Wang Zhong's proposal was equivalent to opening another door for Long Wenwen: "Surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao must be rescued if we attack the enemy. Now the airport closest to Nantianmen is the British airport. The Japanese army will never leave such a ready-made aircraft."

No, not all of their weapons, ammunition, living supplies, etc., but a large part must be transported by plane."

"Maybe the Japs don't have that many manpower and don't have many troops stationed at the airport, but their weapons and equipment are definitely the most sophisticated."

"That's not just right!" Wang Zhong chuckled, his eyes shining: "If we knock down the airport and blow up the Japs' ammunition depot, let's see what they can use to cross the river."

Long Wenwen turned his head and looked into the forest, his eyes sweeping over the defeated soldiers who were leaning or lying in a heap, with a solemn expression on his face: "I promised them that I would take them home."

Wang Zhong knew what Long Wenwen was worried about. With their current manpower and equipment, even if they arrived at the British airport and captured it, they would never be able to hold it. Moreover, after they captured the airport, they could

How much is left is still unknown.

"Although I don't really like Yu Xiaoqing, what he said is indeed right: dying on the battlefield and being shrouded in horse leather is the destination of soldiers like us."

"I won't talk about those big principles. Some sacrifices are inevitable." Wang Zhong didn't know that most of them might die when they go to the airport.

"But no one will die in a war! Don't they know that if they follow us to the airport, they will most likely die there?"

"But they still followed us without hesitation."

"Because they knew in their hearts that what was waiting for them when they stayed at Nantianmen was not crossing the river to go home, but bullets and butcher knives from the Japanese army.

Only by following Wang Zhong and Long Wenwen can we have a chance of survival.

Because these two men took them all the way from the airport to Nantianmen and fought more than ten battles with the Japanese army without any defeat. This group of defeated soldiers, whether they were veterans or new recruits, already admired these two men.

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