The ashes of the bonfire were still emitting a wisp of green smoke, and the three Japanese soldiers killed by Zhao Liang were still lying on the ground, not even changing their posture. Zhao Liang, who was carrying a rifle, walked over, and with only a few bullets left on his body, he needed ammunition, medicine, food, and everything that could be used on the way home.

After two years of fighting in the hospital, Zhao Liang has seen a lot of scenes of stumps, broken arms, rotten stomachs, and intestines, but after all, these three bloodstained guys were killed by themselves, and Zhao Liang is still a little scared in his heart. When rummaging through the pile of things found from the corpse, Zhao Liang didn't twist his head away, but simply closed his eyes, fortunately, there were not a few things looted, otherwise Zhao Liang would have pinched his nose and ran away.

"You kid didn't look like a soft egg when he killed someone, why are you afraid of these blood-stained things?" A grinning veteran reached out and slapped Zhao Liang, almost knocking Zhao Liang to the ground. Who is afraid, Zhao Liang responded in a low voice, and his eyes that had not dared to open wide immediately widened, making the veterans around him who saved him laugh.

Three belts with cartridge boxes, three Japanese backpacks, three Japanese-style 38 rifles, five Japanese-style grenades, three kettles with lunch boxes, three steel helmets, three bayonets, a Japanese watch, and everything that could be found from the corpses of Japanese soldiers were neatly arranged in front of him, even the two cans found in the backpack, a gasoline lighter, and half a pack of cigarettes. What made Zhao Liang happiest was that there was actually a Japanese soldier with small feet, as long as he wrapped some cloth around his feet, he could wear the pair of cowhide military shoes that he peeled off.

"Hold it, the recoil of this gun is a little less than the thing in your hand." Hou San, who stretched out his hand to slap Zhao Liang, picked up a 38 rifle from the ground that looked fairly new and stuffed it to Zhao Liang. Looking at the half-new 38 rifle and more than 50 rounds of 38 rifle bullets in his arms, and then looking at his Zhongzheng rifle with only 3 bullets, Zhao Liang finally chose to use the Japanese army's 38 rifle. Not only because of the abundance of bullets, but also the small recoil of the 38 rifle, after the Zhongzhongzheng rifle fired four shots in a row last night, Zhao Liang's shoulder is still a little sore, after switching to the 38 rifle, he can at least fire a dozen shots in a row without a problem.

After changing the rifle, Zhao Liang put all the bullets in the cartridge box of a belt, and the belt with the bullets was loosely tied around Zhao Liang's waist. I only left one backpack, put a can in it, put a lighter in my personal pocket, and kept half a pack of Japanese cigarettes, which can cure colds and fevers. Three of the 5 grenades were loaded into the backpack, leaving two to hang on the belt around the waist, in case of a sudden encounter with the Japanese army, it would definitely be too late to temporarily pull out the grenades from the backpack.

Zhao Liang didn't plan to let go of the military uniform on the Japanese army, he picked a fairly clean military uniform and cut it into strips of cloth with a bayonet, Zhao Liang followed the example of Tang Cheng and them, and used these strips of cloth to beat himself with thick leggings, all the way to the knee, and the cuffs of the military uniform were also tied up with strips of cloth. When he was in Mandalay, Zhao Liang heard from those veterans that the drought locusts in the jungle like to stay in the trees, as long as someone passes under the tree, the drought grasshopper will fall on the person, from the exposed skin began to suck blood, once there were soldiers of the expeditionary force who were drilled through the stomach by the drought grasshopper and died.

"This kid is good, much better than the guys we saved earlier." Seeing that Zhao Liang was learning to wrap his leggings like this, the big grinning dice also whispered praise, only Tang Cheng still looked down at the map and the diary and some pieces of paper found from the corpses of the three Japanese soldiers. Tang Cheng and they appeared here not by chance, but because they were also lost, after being dragged into the jungle by the chaotic army, Tang Cheng and the others had already lost their way, and now they only relied on the Yanlong brothers to travel to the edge of the woodland as much as possible, and only by figuring out the direction could they determine the route back to China.

"Don't blame me, we are enemies, enemies are mortal enemies, I don't regret killing you at all" Zhao Liang followed Hou San to bury the extra guns and things, tore open a cigarette case as paper money and burned it into a pile of ashes, even if it was for the three Japanese soldiers who died under their own guns. pinned two bayonets to his waist, carried two kettles full of water on his back, and then picked up a steel helmet that looked fairly clean, but Zhao Liang was a little at a loss with a shriveled backpack on his back.

He wanted to go back to the bush where he was lying on his stomach earlier, to see if there were any living companions, but the people who saved him were all speaking to the chief surnamed Tang. Zhao Liang didn't know if his proposal to return to find his lost companion would make the Tang chief who had been frowning all the time angry, after all, it was still the middle of the night, and even if he returned, he might find nothing, and maybe he would meet the Japanese soldiers who searched here. "Boy, if you have something to say, don't look annoying with a wrinkled face." Seeing that Zhao Liang frequently looked at Tang Cheng's side, but did not dare to speak, Hou San smiled and quipped.

"You said the edge of the woods was not far from the direction you came?" Waiting for Zhao Liang to stumble with Tang Cheng under Hou San's encouragement, the latter suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhao Liang without blinking, and retreated again and again in horror to Zhao Liang, who was already panicked in his heart. "Are you sure you still recognize the direction you're coming from?" Tang Cheng, who was not at ease, asked again, if he could find the edge of the woodland, the rest would be much easier.

"Pack up your things, Rock Dragon and the dice, you two take this kid to the front station, and the others are loaded and ready to fire at any time." After receiving Zhao Liang's affirmative answer, Tang Cheng put away the map and issued orders one after another, and Hou San and the others also changed their faces from the playfulness just now. The battle spirit that broke out in the instant on Hou San and the others made Zhao Liang a little difficult to adapt, but fortunately, when he was in the hospital, he didn't get along with the veterans sent down from the front line, as long as he gritted his teeth, Zhao Liang didn't fall down with weak legs.

The place where Zhao Liang touched into the forest was not very far from here, and the dice and rock dragons who were ordered by Tang Cheng to hit the front station followed Zhao Liang and stumbled not far away, and they could already feel the night breeze blowing at the edge of the woodland. It's night, and when he learns that the edge of the woodland is in front of him, Tang Cheng has already looked down at his watch, and now it's only 2 o'clock in the morning, and there are at least nearly 3 hours before dawn.

Except for Tang Cheng and Hou San, who were in charge of guarding, everyone else could only hide in the bushes to rest, Hou San had been fiddling with a few bamboo cans, and what he was afraid of when marching in the jungle was snakes and insects, and these bamboo tubes contained the insect repellent powder that Mu Lianshan had allocated to them. Before Hou San could find all kinds of medicinal powder, Zhao Liang beside him was already fighting on himself, and insects crawled into his military uniform, and Zhao Liang's hands had to chase and intercept him. Hou San looked at his annoyed appearance and felt amused, took out a pinch of insect repellent powder from a bamboo tube, and carefully sprinkled it around himself and Zhao Liang.

It's just that it's not enough to sprinkle the medicinal powder, and you have to kill the worms that got into Zhao Liang's side, otherwise this kid won't feel good. "Take your clothes off!" Hou San took the bamboo tube and said with his elbow against Zhao Liang's body.

"What for?" Zhao Liang asked puzzled.

"Less verbose. Help you solve your troubles, you think you're a woman, like a baby. Hou San said with a straight face as Tang Cheng looked like just now. After looking left and right for a while, Hou San reached out and took a few leaves from a tree with slender leaves next to him, put them in his mouth and chewed them, spit them out and spread them in his hands, and wanted to wipe them on Zhao Liang's body, who hurriedly dodged. "What are you doing? Applying this to your body can prevent mosquito bites and is very effective. Hou San explained with a smile.

"I have my own medicine" Although Hou San was doing himself a favor, Zhao Liang didn't seem to appreciate it, and rejected what Hou San spit in his hand, Zhao Liang took out the medicine powder he had configured from his arms. "What comes out of your mouth, I look disgusting!"

"Whatever you want!" Hou San threw away the things in his hand, not caring about Zhao Liang's refusal. "I guess you haven't been a soldier for long, right?" Hou San, who was quite bored, looked at Zhao Liang, who was "greasing and powdering" himself, and then asked with a smile. This kid looks much more fun than Liu Shishi, and when Zhao Liang smeared medicine on his body, Hou San took Zhao Liang's homemade medicine powder from behind him, leaned it to his nose and smelled it, and then put it into his arms.

"What are you doing? That's my stuff. Seeing that Hou San had taken away his insect repellent medicine, Zhao Liang, who had hurriedly dressed up, looked at Hou San angrily, but the latter ignored Zhao Liang's anger with a hippie smile.

"You tell me first, where did you get this thing, and I'll give it back to you." Hou San's grinning face made Zhao Liang look helpless, so he had to say that those deworming powders were made by himself when he was in Mandalay.

"The little thing is not very old, but the temperament is not small, Lao Tzu is playing with you, and the thing will be returned to you." Hou San smiled, took out the packet of medicinal powder and stuffed it into Zhao Liang's hand, but he moved straight to Tang Cheng's side and talked in a low voice. "Boy, our commander said, since you are all brothers of the expeditionary force, you are also going back to China anyway, so it is better to follow us, only when we get together can we have hope of returning home alive." Hou San, who came back reflexively, had a little more hope in his voice, and if there was a person who could configure insect repellent medicine, he would have a little more certainty of surviving in this vast jungle.