As the night deepens, the positions on both sides of the Nu River gradually become quieter.

At half past nine, at the edge of the Jiqi Slope position, three teams were divided into three teams and stood.

But at this time, they had already taken off their military uniforms and put on the coarse linen clothes worn by civilians. Even the military boots and socks under their feet were replaced by the ones commonly worn by civilians at Wang Zhong's request.

, each carrying a bulging military bag on his back, with a water bottle hung on his back.

"The danger level of crossing the river this time is much higher than the last time. Even compared to the first time we entered Myanmar to fight, it is probably not much different."

"I can't guarantee that I can bring each of you back from the other side safely. The only thing I can promise you is that I will lead you to kill more Japanese."

Everyone has fears, everyone is afraid of death, but if the death is exciting, spectacular, and worthwhile, even if they know that they may die on the road ahead, one person after another will continue to move forward.

"Killing one is enough to earn money. Killing two is enough to make a profit. Our brothers have already made a profit. Even if we can't come back, we won't lose."

As a fellow countryman, Bula always considered himself to be Wang Zhong's most important arm in the Sichuan Army, so no matter what Wang Zhong said or did, he would always be the first to stand up and support him.

All this stems from his unconditional trust in Wang Zhong.

In fact, it’s not just that it’s not spicy, there are also Yaoma, Milong, Kangya, Snake Butt, and even all the old brothers including Meng Fanliao who followed Wang Zhong from Burma all the way back to the east coast and back to Zenda.

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They had unconditional trust in Wang Zhong and Long Wenwen. Even if Wang Zhong asked them to go to Master Yu's position with guns and kill Yu Xiaoqing, they would not hesitate and probably would not even frown.

"Lazi is right, we have all gone through hell once, and we have saved our lives. Are we still afraid of death?"

As a good gay friend of Fu La, and also a die-hard fan of Wang Zhong, Yao Ma immediately agreed.

Although the others didn't say anything, their firm eyes were enough to show their determination.

"We have lived and died together so many times. I won't say more. As long as we brothers work together, let alone the West Bank, we can make it through mountains of swords, seas of fire, and hells of Shura."

As he spoke, Wang Zhong raised his hand and looked at the time. The pointer had reached nine forty. He immediately said to everyone: "Everyone is here!"

"Turn right!"

"Aim for the Crossing of the King of Hell, run forward!"

"Set off!"

At the edge of the camp next to a few pine trees, Long Wenwen and Yankee Mike were watching this scene.

"Where are they going?" Mike asked Long Wen Zhang in confusion.

Although he is a China expert, understands Chinese culture, and can speak Chinese, he only knows a rough idea of ​​the nearby terrain, let alone "dangerous areas" like "The Crossing of the King of Hell" that do not exist on the map at all.

"Go to the other side!" Long Wenwen didn't mean to hide anything from Mike. In fact, in the entire Sichuan Army, there were quite a few people who knew that Wang Zhongyong was taking the commando to the West Bank.

The only thing they don't know is the existence of little bookworms.

"The other side?" Mike looked at Long Wenwen in confusion.

Long Wenwen did not hide anything from him and informed him of the recent changes in the West Bank.

"So many people arrested?"

"Is he going to make some big move?"

Mike's Chinese is not particularly fluent, but that is compared to Chinese people. Among foreigners, being able to speak Chinese like him is considered outstanding, at least at this time.

"I don't know!" Facing Mike, an American friend, Long Wenwen was very calm.

"So Wang took the commando team to the West Bank just to find out the Japanese intentions?"

Long Wenwen nodded.

Mike chose silence and watched Wang Zhong and the commando disappear into the night.

As a military advisor who was sent to the forefront of fighting the Japanese army, Mike knew the strength of the Japanese army, and the Japanese army was famous for its strong combat effectiveness. The previous Battle of Burma had already proved this.

Mike's mood suddenly became complicated and heavy.

As a qualified soldier, he possesses the qualities that all soldiers should possess. He also knows the dangers Wang Zhong and the others will face when they go to the West Bank.

Mike suddenly saluted a standard military salute in the direction Wang Zhong and others were leaving. This was the only thing he could do at this moment.

Seeing Mike's sudden salute, Long Wenwen's shrewd eyes gradually lit up.

He and Wang Zhong had discussed it long ago. Long Wenwen was a genius at hand-to-hand combat. He had his own unique insights into leading troops in battles and was not limited to formalities. He also had a precise understanding of various light and heavy weapons in modern warfare.

Know.

But for military training, this is Long Wenwen's shortcoming, especially the modern and scientific military training method, which is more in line with the training method of thermal weapons warfare, Long Wenwen is not good at.

Wang Zhong's role outside was far greater than that of staying in Jiqipo, so the two of them had set their sights on Mike and Coles as early as the first day they came to Jiqipo.

On the other side, Wang Zhong led the commando team to the shore of Yamadu Ferry.

Everyone leaned down and hid in the forest. No one spoke. More than thirty pairs of eyes were all looking towards the other side.

Looking at the watch with the hands on his wrist still spinning, when the stopwatch returned to zero and the time came to ten o'clock, Wang Zhong stood up directly, tied a rope around his waist, and walked straight towards the west bank.

They didn't press the rope with stones in the water like the original article by Long, because this was full of uncertainty. If it caught up with the flood season, it would be fine if the rope was broken by the flood. If not, they would just float it down the river.

If those broken branches and twigs and all kinds of garbage are caught, more and more garbage will be caught, and then an arc-shaped "garbage dam" will be formed on the river surface.

Therefore, every time he retreated from the west bank, Wang Zhong would retract the rope and tie it again when he needed to cross the river next time.

Wang Zhong was extremely fast. Even in the dark night and in the fast flowing water, his speed was still not affected.

In less than five minutes, the hemp rope was pulled three times.

"A small team!"

Bula got up first, bent down, and pulled the hemp rope three times. Just as he was about to leave first, a figure walked in front of him.

"Let me go first!"

"I've walked this road a lot, and I'm more familiar with it than you." The little bookworm showed a smile on his face, and then walked at the front, holding on to the hemp rope and walking into the river step by step.

Bu La followed closely, and then the other warriors from the first team, one after another, the first team, then the second team, until the last lost dragon, because the other end of the rope was wrapped around his waist.

Crossing the river was already something they were familiar with, and the speed was much faster than the first time.

After receiving the signal from the other side, Milong immediately walked around the tree several times, then pulled the rope, wrapped it around his shoulders, and headed towards the other side step by step.

Thirty-one people successfully crossed the river, taking a total of half an hour.

Everyone took away the rope and immediately escaped into the mountain forest. Under the guidance of the little bookworm, they walked through the Chongchong mountain forest at night and arrived at the temporary guerrilla station in the deep mountains at dawn.

At this time, the station had long been deserted, leaving only a lot of guerrilla reserves for emergency living supplies.

"It seems that your captain and the others have already sneaked in." Wang Zhong guessed.

The little bookworm was not sure: "It's very possible."

"What should we do next?" The commandos in the narration had already dispersed to find a place to rest. Wang Zhong took out the map he drew himself, spread it out on the table, and started discussing it with the little bookworm.

It's a pity that the little bookworm can no longer determine the location of the captain and the others.

"Let's go and rest first. We've been traveling all night and haven't even had time to close our eyes. Let's take a rest first and regain our energy. Then we can think about what to do next."

The little bookworm is no longer the angry young man he was before who only wanted to find a team to fight the Japanese. During the six months on the West Bank, with the travel team members such as Master Shihang, the little bookworm has grown a lot.

In the evening, after eating, drinking, and getting enough sleep, the commandos, led by Wang Zhong, left this temporary station and headed towards the nearest Japanese garrison.

"I observed in advance in the morning. There is at least one small team of Japs at this stronghold, divided into two shifts to take turns on duty."

"I'll be in charge of the machine gunner."

"No, you are responsible for leading the attack."

"Promise to complete the mission." Bu La immediately gave Wang Zhong a military salute.

Wang Zhong set up the Lee Enfield sniper rifle in his hand and pointed the muzzle at the machine gunner behind the machine gun in the stronghold, while Bu La led the members of the first team and quickly moved towards the stronghold.

The remaining two squads, according to the predetermined plan, moved toward both sides to surround the small Japanese stronghold.

Three minutes later, the first team led by Bu La was less than 20 meters away from the Japanese army.

"Baga!"

"There are enemies!"

A Japs who happened to be smoking and peeing saw Bu La and others approaching, and immediately warned his companions, but as soon as he finished speaking, there was a gunshot, and a bullet drilled into his forehead.

Then came the second shot. Just as the machine gunner turned his gun to aim at Bu La and others, he was shot in the head, then the deputy shooter, and then the squad leader.

"Kill!" It was just two grenades that were thrown into the Japanese stronghold.

"Boom!"

After two huge explosions, Bula held the gun and went out to kill one of the Japs. Then he quickly loaded the gun and aimed at the other Japs again...

In less than five minutes, the battle was over.

Without machine guns as fire suppression, the Japanese army's combat effectiveness was actually not much higher than that of the Chinese army. Especially at such a close distance, the gap between the two sides was greatly shortened.

If Wang Zhong hadn't allowed Bu La and others to use Thomson, and only allowed them to use the Japanese equipment replaced by Yi Shui at the guerrilla station, this battle would have ended faster.

"The second team is cleaning the battlefield! The first team and the third team are on alert! Evacuate in five minutes!"

"Quick!" Wang Zhong quickly gave the order, and the entire assault team quickly moved into action.
To be continued...