"There are so many brothers who have died this time, we can't help but think about the brothers who are still alive, if we can get something valuable from that village, and when we return to Ledo, we can at least let the brothers have a few more money in their pockets for drinking and smoking and looking for women." In this case, Hou San is not good at telling Tang Cheng, but the dice can be said with confidence, this time his scouts suffered the most casualties.

Just go, Tang Cheng is actually an anxious person in his bones, since all the officers under his command are eager to try, Tang Cheng, as a commander, naturally can't stop everyone from making money. Under the leadership of the Burmese native who called himself Wushan, Tang Cheng and his party crossed the stream all the way east into the forest, perhaps because they were late, and when they arrived at the village of Wushan, more than 30 Japanese soldiers had just slaughtered the old and weak women and children in the village.

Seeing this, Tang Cheng naturally ordered to open fire, and the more than 30 Japanese soldiers who used bolt-action rifles were the opponents of hundreds of semi-automatic weapons, and the siege battle ended quickly. "Help to restrain the corpses, you can't let them die like this." Tang Cheng kindly ordered his soldiers to help the natives collect the corpses in the village, but in fact he suggested that Hou San and the others carefully search the village to see if there were anything valuable here.

Where would the simple natives know Tang Cheng's true intentions, even Wu Shan, who had been to Wan Town, was deceived by Hou San and others, and thought that Hou San and others were really helping themselves. There are naturally jadeites in Wushan's villages, but the quantity and quality are not as many as the dice they imagined in advance, which prevented the attack of the dice, Tang Cheng still asked his soldiers to help collect the corpses of the natives, thinking that he had already figured out how to greet Wushan and their dozen Burmese natives.

"Wu Shan, your village has been destroyed by the Japanese soldiers, and there are only a dozen of you left, what are you going to do in the future?" The soldiers were collecting the corpses in the village, but Tang Cheng called the tearful Wu Shan to his side. "The old and weak women and children in the village have all died at the hands of the Japanese soldiers, and there are only a dozen of you left, and it is impossible for the village to continue." Tang Cheng already had a plan in his heart, so he deliberately led the conversation to his own mind.

"We want revenge, we want to kill the Japanese to avenge the dead in the stockade." Wu Shan's eyes were already red at this time, and he took out the short knife on his waist and slashed at a tree next to him. More than 100 old and weak women and children in the village died at the hands of Japanese soldiers, including Wu Shan's wife and two daughters, as well as the families of other surviving men.

Successfully drew out Wu Shan's hatred for the Japanese army, Tang Cheng snickered again and again in his heart, but his face showed a look of consideration for Wu Shan and the others, and said slowly, "You also know that with your spears and wooden bows, you are far from being the opponent of the Japanese soldiers, and you can kill all of you with just a few people, do you want to take them to the Japanese soldiers to fight hard, and then all die under the guns of the Japanese soldiers?" If you don't do that, you'll die, and your village will be completely finished. ”

Tang Cheng's words made Wu Shan, who was already sad, finally cry, although he had followed his father to Wan Town, and he was a Burmese who had seen the world, but in the end, he was just a mountain man, and he didn't think about what Tang Cheng said. "It's better than this, you want to find revenge on the Japanese army, we happen to be a unit that specializes in killing the Japanese army, why don't you follow us for the time being, I will teach you how to use a rifle, kill the Japanese soldiers with a rifle to take revenge, but it is much better than the bow and arrow spear in your hand."

Wu Shan didn't immediately agree to Tang Cheng's suggestion, and of course Tang Cheng didn't say anything to death, but just said that he would give Wu Shan a night to think about it first. "These savages don't even know how to wear clothes, so why should we take them with us?" The dice didn't know Tang Cheng's intentions, and seeing that Tang Cheng seemed to have the idea of recruiting these Burmese natives, he leaned over to Tang Cheng and asked him a little puzzled.

Tang Cheng didn't explain the group of dice, and he couldn't reveal it until he glared at Wu Shan and promised himself. Wu Shan did not make a decision that embarrassed Tang Cheng, and after pondering all night, Wu Shan promised to follow Tang Cheng temporarily, including the dozen or so strong men who still survived in the village. Tang Cheng was overjoyed by the addition of Wu Shan, these Burmese natives who had lived in the savage mountains for generations would be the best guides and scouts, with them, they would no longer have to worry about the food of the troops, and these natives knew what they could and could not eat in the forest.

"Looks like we're going to march in a different direction again." When they were on the road, there were more than a dozen Burmese natives in the team, and under Tang Cheng's strong order, Hou San and the others each restrained their soldiers and refused to speak ill of these dozen Burmese natives. The map was once again opened by Tang Cheng, and with more than a dozen Burmese indigenous men who took the Savage Mountain as their home, Tang Cheng once again started the idea of the Japanese army's communication station, and this time, Tang Cheng had the certainty of victory.

The dense tropical jungle seems to be lurking in an infinite danger, through the gap in the vegetation, a pair of vigilant eyes in the open field in front of the back and forth, without the cover of the canopy, the hot afternoon sun seems to evaporate every drop of water in this open field, a moment later, Yamamoto, who is dressed in the camouflage of grass branches, began to move his body carefully, and from a distance, Yamamoto who carefully moved his body looked like a pile of lifeless dead grass.

The same camouflage-wrapped 38 rifle rifle seems a little longer for the crawling Yamamoto, damn the rainforest, damn the weather, damn the mosquitoes! Every qiē here should be cursed. "Why did you come to Myanmar? This is definitely not the work that an imperial warrior should do, and he should have stayed on the battlefield of China in the first place. The grumbling Yamamoto dragged his rifle and secretly vented his inner dissatisfaction while slowly crawling towards the slightly shater grass.

With the help of the offensive of the Battle of Changsha, the Chinese army organized troops in various places one after another, and took advantage of the rare opportunity to launch a fierce offensive against the imperial army's control area. Although the Chinese army that launched the offensive failed to take advantage in the end, some people were happy and some were worried, and the imperial army lost a large number of soldiers.

It was against this background that Yamamoto, who was tired of the war, used a little abnormal means to get a place from the wing commander to transfer Burma. Hearing that the Chinese army here in Myanmar was weak in combat and that Myanmar was rich in jade and gold, Yamamoto thought that he could make some gains in Myanmar. But the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time never appeared, especially after learning the news that the Burma garrison was about to send a large number of troops into the mountains and forests of northern Burma, Yamamoto's heart was as uncomfortable as a cat's scratch, for fear that he would also be sent into the mountains and forests of northern Myanmar as a veteran.

Regardless of Yamamoto's approach, he was eventually sent to Magao as an old veteran, and three days later he arrived here with a small unit transporting supplies, and served as a captain. As a veteran who has been a soldier for more than 4 years, Yamamoto naturally took on the task of lurking on the periphery of this communication camp, and more than 20 meters away from him, there was also a soldier under Yamamoto.

Just as Yamamoto, who was muttering to himself, was about to climb into the pre-dug bunker, his body suddenly froze. Booms, clangs came from the bunker Yamamoto had dug in advance, and a strange snake with a thin wrist and golden patterns had apparently made this place his shady new home, and Yamamoto, the owner, had become an intruder.

Faced with such a strange snake with a strange appearance but a poisonous snake at first glance, even the experienced Yamamoto did not dare to act rashly, and the hand that originally held the rifle slowly loosened, and instead held the bayonet at his waist. In Yamamoto's opinion, a razor-sharp bayonet was definitely better than a rifle or a stone. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the woods not far from Yamamoto, and all the birds that had been resting in the jungle at noon were startled out.

"Damn, someone must have entered the woods!" Yamamoto, who was confronting the poisonous snake, cursed secretly, and then shifted all his attention to this strange snake, and the strange snake in the bunker also seemed to feel the hostility from Yamamoto, the intruder, and one person and one snake were like two knights who were about to fight, looking at each other-for-tat. The snake also realized that this was a difficult opponent, and swam while constantly making snorting sounds, and made some tentative attacks from time to time.

At the moment when he took the strange snake to attack Yamamoto tentatively again, Yamamoto, who had not moved at all, launched, and his right hand holding the bayonet swung out vigorously, and the bayonet slashed at the snake with a flash of precision. The severed head of the strange snake did not make Yamamoto take it lightly, he knew very well how tenacious this cold-blooded animal was, and after picking out the snake corpse from the bunker with a bayonet, Yamamoto couldn't wait to enter the bunker.

If Yamamoto was just a recruit, he might think that the frightened bird just now was just an accident, but Yamamoto was a veteran of many years, so he naturally didn't dare to take it lightly. The more silent the forest was in the forest where the frightened birds had appeared just now, the more it was telling, and Yamamoto, who was hiding in the bunker, looked up through the grass, and the frightened birds in the sky who had been hovering in the air but refused to fall had already explained the problem, and it was obvious that there were some kind of beasts in the woods.

This is the mountains and forests of northern Myanmar, and on the way here, Yamamoto and his family have been searching the surrounding area for many days, except for the presence of imperial troops here, Yamamoto seems to have never even seen the indigenous people of Burma. Yamamoto, who didn't realize that danger was approaching, took it for granted that it would be a beast that surprised the birds in the forest, and that there were other guards lurking not far from him, and if an attacker entered the forest, the other guards would also find out.