"I look like there is half a company, but I don't know when I can really get enough manpower for a whole company." Intercepting dozens of rout troops who were like arrows but had no plan, Tang Cheng and they stayed here for another day, and suddenly there were dozens more people, and the food needed on the way naturally had to be prepared more. After the separation of Xiaojieling and the large army, Tang Cheng's position as captain and company commander had already existed in name only, and seeing that the soldiers under his command were increasing day by day, it was a lie to say that Tang Cheng was not happy.

Risking being discovered by the Japanese for another day, Tang Cheng failed to intercept the rout heading north again, which frustrated his plan to resume his duties as captain and company commander. The sky was clear in the morning, and under the urging of Hou San and others, the sleepy-eyed rout soldiers put on their still damp military uniforms and carried backpacks stuffed with dried mushrooms and various colors of dried meat and fish. When he was about to enter the mountain pass, Tang Cheng, who was at the end, turned around again and glanced at the half-mountain position where his people had stayed for three days, and wandered around the forest for half a month, these three days were the most relaxing time for everyone.

After a day's rest and a few full meals in succession, the defeated soldiers who were intercepted by them in Tangcheng slightly recovered their morale, coupled with the ferocity they had seen in Tangcheng the ferocity of the Japanese army, although the defeated soldiers had not fully recovered the spirit they had when they first advanced into Burma, but at least after wearing clean military uniforms, these guys looked much better. "Little brother, is your Chief Tang really a captain? I don't look like it, and I'm too young. "Some of the routs are close to Zhao Liang, but they have been inquiring about things related to Tang Cheng.

"Isn't it a captain, you don't know how to look at the rank, is it possible that Chief Tang still wants to sue you specifically?" Zhao Liang has been following the dice for a long time, and the original reserve is long gone, and the defeated soldier who listened to him was not good at speaking, so he glared. "When I stopped you, our Chief Tang said that you would stay voluntarily, if you don't want to go all the way with us, you can leave now, I don't believe you can get out of this forest by yourself."

The voice of the rout who asked was not loud, but he couldn't stop Zhao Liang's voice, and as soon as the two of them quarreled, the voice had already reached the ears of Tang Cheng in the rear team. Ma Dazhuang wanted to go over and teach the defeated soldiers who were talking to Zhao Liang a lesson, but he was stopped by Tang Cheng, these defeated soldiers were not in the same army in the first place, and there were many people who were naturally confused. Tang Cheng naturally has his own reason for leaving them, and there will be a place where these defeated soldiers will be used in the future, there is no need to rectify them for some trivial matters now, if the people's hearts are scattered, it will not be good for Tang Cheng and them.

"Shut up and keep quiet." Hou San's scolding came from the front, Hou San's face that had been gloomy was obviously better than Tang Cheng's name, and with just one scolding, Zhao Liang, who was originally a cockfight, and the routed soldiers immediately stopped speaking. Tang Cheng was very satisfied with Hou San's reaction, in the end, it was still easy for his own people to use, if Ma Dazhuang, a bad man, was allowed to stop it, maybe it would backfire and only turn the dispute into a riot.

With Hou San's bullet pressure, the marching team returned to calm again, and the speed after the calm was slightly faster, and when they stopped to rest at noon, Tang Cheng estimated that they had walked almost seven or eight miles in the morning. If this kind of marching speed is placed in the plains, it will only make the dead laugh alive, but this is a jungle without looking for a boundary, and it is already very good to have such a speed in the jungle, after all, Tang Cheng is still rushing forward with a lot of supplies.

The food was strictly controlled, and after waking up in the morning, everyone was only given a piece of jerky the size of a cigarette box, which was everyone's breakfast and lunch, and only in the evening when they camped were allowed to light a fire and eat hot food, so all the food they encountered along the way was filled into everyone's stomach, which seemed to never be full. Food was strictly controlled, and so was drinking water, and everyone had a kettle around their waist containing the cold boiled boil of the previous day, and this pot of water was a quota for two days, unless a new source of water could be found at night when camping.

Food and drinking water are controlled, some people can understand, and naturally some people are unhappy, but those who are not satisfied dare not show their dissatisfaction, at most they will discuss a few words in front of those close to them. "Don't pay attention to them, it's just a few complaints, they know in their hearts that if they leave us, they will die in this forest." Someone told Tang Cheng about these things in private, but Tang Cheng didn't care at all, because he knew that at least those people were not ready to kill each other.

The two Yanlong brothers have now truly become the treasures of Tang City, as long as they are there, they can always find a suitable place to camp, as well as an indispensable water source, Yan Hu also gave Tang Cheng a guarantee, to find a salt wall, the mountain people rely on the salt wall to solve the pain of salt shortage. In the evening, the hot porridge exudes a mouth-watering aroma, a spoonful of porridge with some sun-dried mushrooms, covered with the lid of the lunch box and simmered for a while, such a meal is enough to make the originally sulky fellows forget all their grievances, they themselves wandered in the mountains and forests, there is no such good meal.

When the day dawned, Tang Cheng opened his tired eyes and looked at the sky habitually, the morning dawn was always so soft, and the fragrance of the soil in the forest had a different aftertaste. At this moment, Tang Cheng's ears were so quiet, even the sound of birds could be heard, and the sound of guns and cannons that had been echoing in Tang Cheng's mind seemed to belong to another world. The soil in front of him was still damp and muddy with dew dripping from the branches and leaves of the trees, and Tang Cheng, who looked a little dazed, knew in his heart that he was still in the jungle of northern Myanmar, and what flashed in his mind just now was just a nightmare.

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Cheng struggled to prop up his stiff and sour hands. Although wrapped in a fairly thick blanket of military blankets, this could not withstand the cold of the night at all, but compared to those national soldiers who died in the forest, Tang Cheng was already quite lucky. Although there was a light rain in the second half of the night last night, everyone could barely survive with winter clothes and military blankets, and they could sleep in such a difficult environment.

Sitting up slowly, Tang Cheng looked around, and the others were still wrapped in blankets and clothes and sleeping together, as if huddled together could be warmer. Not far away, Ma Dazhuang, wearing a German-style steel helmet with big ears, and the two female soldiers were sitting around a pile of charcoal, and a cauldron was set up on a tripod made of stones. A faint fragrance was wafting out of the cauldron, and as he became conscious, the emptiness and hunger in Tang Cheng's stomach became uncomfortable.

Seeing Tang Cheng wake up, Ma Dazhuang, who was sitting by the bonfire, immediately brought Tang Cheng a lunch box, which contained steaming wild vegetable soup. "When I got up early, I happened to catch a pheasant in the forest, thinking that it rained last night, and everyone might be cold, so I wondered if it was good to cook a pot of soup, and I always wanted everyone to drive away the cold on their bodies." Picking up the warm lunch box in his arms, the temperature of the lunch box made Tang Cheng's stiff hand gradually recover, and it also made Tang Cheng's chest and abdomen feel a little more comfortable.

In Ma Dazhuang's expectant eyes, Tang Cheng took a sip of the lunch box, and then forcibly endured the fishy smell in the soup and gave Ma Dazhuang a thumbs up. Ma Dazhuang's cooking is not delicious, this is recognized by everyone, but Tang Cheng can't ignore Ma Dazhuang's hard work, although he now misses the fat man who was left in Kunming by himself. Half a bowl of wild vegetable soup was put into his stomach, and Tang Cheng's body finally warmed up, but not to mention that although Ma Dazhuang's cooking was unpalatable, this product was willing to cut the ingredients, Tang Cheng estimated that at least a large handful of chili peppers were put in this pot of wild vegetable soup.

Putting down the lunch box, Tang Cheng licked his lips and habitually reached out and rubbed his jacket pocket. There was a compressed biscuit in his pocket, which Ma Dazhuang had left for himself at dinner yesterday. He was very reluctant to touch the biscuit, but Tang Cheng was still reluctant to eat it, and Tang Cheng was ready to keep it until he needed it the most. Tang Cheng began to move his body, not looking at the companions who were drinking the soup, the soup may only contain a few wild vegetable leaves and a little chicken crumbs, but in this harsh forest is already precious, and some people are even showing off the large pieces of chicken they found in their lunch boxes, although the so-called large pieces of chicken are not much bigger than fingernails, but they also make the other guys envious.

"Hidden, hidden, there are planes." Hou San's loud shouts rang out, and the routs in the laughter immediately fell silent, and Ma Dazhuang quickly picked up the cauldron and squatted under a big tree, and the two female soldiers covered the bonfire with the soil that had been prepared long ago. Lighting a fire in the woods is also a dangerous thing to do, and although you can eat hot food, you can also reveal your whereabouts and location, especially if there are airplanes in the sky.

What appeared in everyone's sight was a low-flying dark green fighter, Tang Cheng raised his head and squinted his eyes, trying to identify whether it belonged to a fighter or a reconnaissance plane. At this moment, someone suddenly cheered loudly among the routs who had spread out and hidden, and saw two colorful fighters painted on the fuselage flying from the opposite direction. They were light and muscular, and their speed seemed to be fast, and in the blink of an eye, they passed over Tang City, and the Iron-Blooded Eighteen Star Logo under their wings was like a starlight in the night.

"It's our plane, see, it's our plane." The defeated soldiers in the forest were jubilant, and Tang Cheng was also as excited as those defeated soldiers burst into tears. Tang Cheng didn't know that these two planes with the iron-blooded eighteen-star logo under the wings were not strictly speaking the national army's own planes, they were the planes of the Chinese-aided flight team formed by the American Chennault, but Tang Cheng didn't care, they only needed to see the iron-blooded eighteen-star logo under the wings of the aircraft.