"Bang" A gunshot suddenly rang out in the jungle, causing Tang Cheng and the others who were marching to squat down, holding the carbine in their respective hands and looking around vigilantly. Where to shoot? Tang Cheng whispered to the rock dragon squatting beside him, the jungle was too big, and the voice had an echo, and inexperienced people couldn't tell the source of the sound at all. Yan Long closed his eyes as if an old monk was in a trance, and suddenly opened his eyes and whispered, "Something is coming towards us" Tang Cheng waved his hand, and he first got behind a section of rotten trees.

There was a loud noise, and a half-sized wild boar suddenly emerged from the bushes southeast of Tangcheng, obviously wounded, with blood streaming from its back. Zhao Liang was about to shoot at the wild boar that appeared, but was stopped in time by Hou San's glare, and there was a team of people who appeared with the wild boar, led by a man in Burmese costume. The man was chopping through branches and vines with a long knife, making way for the people behind him. Tang Cheng gestured to the others, preparing to destroy the group at once. Just when everyone was about to shoot, the dice that heard the gunshots coming back from the front blew their whistles, and the whistle was not one long and one short for alarming, but three long and two short for safety.

The sudden whistle made the Burmese who appeared with the wild boar stunned at a loss, and the Burmese man with a machete burrowed into the bushes very neatly. "Hidden, hidden" At this time, someone in the group shouted, and the group of people who had not yet revealed their bodies scattered in a panic to hide. Damn, it was in Chinese, it was the rout of the national army that fled into the forest, watching the clumsy hidden movements of those guys, and Tang Chengle crouched behind the dead wood.

"Hey, which unit is on the other side?" Tang Cheng, who was hiding behind the rotten wood, shouted leisurely. As he spoke, Tang Cheng saw clearly the guy standing up on the other side, yo, he's still a major. "You're also a national army?" When the major who picked up the body saw the person in front of him clearly, he cried out happily. Looking at the major with a happy face, Tang Cheng, who slowly stood up, couldn't help frowning, this thing is too unvigilant, if his gang is pretended to be a Japanese soldier, then they all have to die here.

Tang Cheng looked at the guys carefully, the corners of his mouth went up, and he smiled on his face, "Which unit are you from?" Why is this the only person left? "Tang Cheng has always said nothing in front of Hou San and them, and he still has some momentum, so he doesn't have so many scruples when he speaks. These guys on the other side were too wolfy, and the U.S. military uniform on Tang Cheng's body and the carbine in his hand were enough to surprise them, so no one would pay attention to Tang Cheng's tone when he spoke.

Knowing that these guys were all from the new 22nd Division, Tang Cheng didn't show how strange it was, but just whistled a few times. Hou San and others, who were also wearing American military uniforms and carrying carbines, flashed out of the branches, which startled these guys from the new 22nd Division, they didn't expect that there would be so many people in Tangcheng. "We have been pursued by the Japanese army, and the commander has been killed, and only us are left," said the haggard major with some difficulty, glancing at George and Mike standing behind Hou San from time to time out of the corner of his eye.

"Do you have anything to eat? Do you still have bullets in your guns? Knowing that the other party also found a Burmese to take to Ledo, Tang Cheng rolled his eyes and smiled with a smile. Without waiting for the major of the wolf bèi to answer, Tang Cheng continued, "We have all these things, we have food and bullets, do you want to come with us, we will also go to Ledo." "Tang Cheng is like a liar who coaxes children with candy, ready to coax these guys into his own team with the Burmese who led the way.

The other party naturally had no choice, so they could only agree to join forces with Tang Cheng and them all the way, but when they really got on the road, the major surnamed Cao of the new 22nd Division found that he seemed to have been fooled. In Tang City, they didn't have much food except for bullets, and they didn't know the way at all. Tang Cheng was happy, and when he was sleepy, he came to a pillow, and he had just lost his way, and he found a Burmese who knew the way, and he also took a few more expeditionary troops to rout, such a good thing would be good if he came a few more times, maybe when he got to Ledo, he would be able to make up a company of troops.

The Burmese people on this dog day are very good, and after only taking Tang Cheng and them to walk in the jungle for a day, they can already see the corpses of the expeditionary force in the forest. These corpses are different from the corpses on the battlefield in peacetime, which are all straight and straight, or covered in blood, or have rotten intestines, or have stumps and broken arms. In the jungle, however, it is different, either sitting, lying on its side, or lying on its back. But these corpses all have one thing in common, they are all open-eyed, and they don't blink to death.

Tang Cheng and the others walked down the path guided by the corpses, and the more they went, the more corpses there were, and in some places there were even a pile of corpses. When the routed soldiers of these expeditionary forces were evacuated from Mandalay, either due to hunger or disease, they remained here forever and never to return home. Tang Cheng knew that this was the correct route that the Burmese said, but this road was paved with the corpses of countless soldiers of the expeditionary force, and as long as he followed the corpses, he would definitely be able to reach Ledo.

After another day of walking, it was raining, and marching in a raincoat in the rain not only did not pass through the coolness, but felt stuffy all over. The jungle was damp everywhere, the rain-soaked clothes smelled rancid, some of the routers had gray spots on their faces, and a few of the long-haired routers had their hair stuck together like felt. The rainy season not only consumes the bodies of the defeated soldiers, but it is also becoming more and more difficult to find food in the rainforest, and even the dried meat they usually store in Tangcheng has been soaked and spoiled by the rain.

In this world of mountains and trees, every step is difficult. Tang Cheng has lost count of how many mountains he has climbed, how many dense and dark jungles he has traversed, and how many ravines he has crossed because of the rain. At the beginning, everyone could walk in the rain with the raincoat on their bodies, but after the body dropped sharply, everyone could only hide in the raincoat shed on the triangular fork frame to avoid the rain. However, the rain in the jungle often lasted for three or two days at a time, and everyone had to rely on cooking some wild vegetables and mushrooms to survive.

"Don, it seems that the food we prepared is not enough." George and Tang Cheng, who were temporarily in charge of logistics, sat in a shed, shivering and biting their ears quietly with Tang Cheng. If you want to get out of the jungle of Savage Mountain alive, food is a big problem, followed by medicine. With the military doctor and Zhao Liang's deposit, Tang Cheng will not be short of medicine, but after suddenly adding a few guys from the new 22nd Division, Tang Cheng's food is obviously consumed too quickly, and it seems that it is not enough to eat.

"There's no way, there are too many troops in the past, and the search for food is too clean, and now I can't find even digging wild vegetables. Let's stick to it, reduce two meals to one, and hold on for a few more days, maybe we can get out of this damn forest. Stuffing the box of cans that George had stolen into his backpack, Tang Cheng, who was also trembling, wrapped his military uniform tightly, "Let Hou San, who is following behind, keep a few of them to take a snack, and don't let anyone fall behind." ”

Although there is no restraint of orders, in this vast and boundless mountains and jungles, the defeated soldiers dare not fall behind, because falling behind means that you are not far from death. Everyone followed the Burmese guide in the jungle, groggily, and Tang Cheng had long since figured out whether he was marching or fleeing. Fortunately, the rain does not fall all the time, and occasionally the sun will shine in the jungle, but when the sun shines on people, it will feel hot and uncomfortable.

As the rain stops and the sun shines, the temperature in the jungle rises, but the hot and humid climate provides the best conditions for the breeding of poisonous insects. In low-lying muddy water or damp places, there are swarms of locusts, up to five or six inches long, that will crawl up your body and burrow into your flesh and flesh while you are stepping into the muddy water. If a locust gets into your heart or crotch, and you don't notice it in time, then all that awaits you is pain and death.

There are other things in the jungle that can kill people: inch-long mosquitoes, ants that can gnaw people into white bones, poisonous snakes, centipedes, scorpions, and so on. These poisonous insects, which have been breeding in the jungle for a long time and have been fending for generations to fend for generations, are the worst enemies of the routers. Once the Routers set foot in their territory, they will come at you day and night, sucking their flesh and leaving them with germs. The defeated soldiers, who did not have medicine, were choked by the germs left by the poisonous insects due to the long-term lack of nutrition. So edema, relapsing fever, malaria, and tetanus have been accompanying the routs, and every morning there will be several, if not dozens, of them that will never get up again.

After two more days, a rout who couldn't help but secretly drank stagnant water died quietly when he set up camp at night, and when everyone was ready to set off at dawn, they found that this guy's body was already hard. The desperate and forced retreat into the jungle wore tattered uniforms that were half-dry and half-wet, and ate rancid food, sometimes even wild herbs and plantain roots, but they never frowned. Every day, they stumble and crawl on the non-slippery and steep animal paths, not for anything else, but to return to their homeland alive. It may not only be the war that kills people, but the rainy season has already tortured the body of the defeated soldiers, and they have no resistance to disease, and just a mouthful of water in a backwater pool can kill them.