In the jungle, towering ancient trees cover the sky and obscure the sun...
The temperature in the mountains is not high at night, and from time to time there are one or two howls of wild beasts and the wail of owls.
The moon was covered by the incoming black clouds, and only a vague dark halo emerged from behind the thick clouds.
The wind swayed in the tops of the tall trees, making huge and slow rustling sounds. It's like a desert-like sea of trees moving overhead, setting off the quiet night.
A narrow old shrine, winding and extending deep into the jungle, looked a bit eerie in this silent night.
16 people and a dog hiked along this mountain path.
Liao Mingyu asked many people in Luqiao Township that this is the only road leading to Heshun Town. Follow the road to the end and you will reach the outskirts of Heshun Town.
The light in the forest was dim, and the surroundings were filled with erratic mist. If it were not for the guidance of the trail under their feet, they would really get lost in the dense jungle.
However, their marching speed cannot be complimented. Marching at night is already difficult, and coupled with the harsh jungle environment, it may be difficult to reach Heshun Town around 5 o'clock.
"Team members, do you still remember what that nerd said? We are going to set up a torch in the dark night." The impatient Long Wenwen began to talk about the calf, and he did not forget to take a piece of dried meat from his pocket and feed it to the dog meat at the head of the queue. .
Didn't this blinding night just echo what the little bookworm said, but Liao Mingyu walked mindlessly and didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
"I don't know where this kid is now, or if he has a clear head."
"Putting up a torch in the dark night? Isn't this what people over there would say?" Meng Fangliao asked in confusion.
"Hehe, that kid's mouth is worse than yours. He has read a lot of books and said the same truth." Long Wenwen said with a smile.
"Oh, hey, that's because he didn't meet me. My little master practiced calligraphy at the age of three, wrote poems at the age of five, and already memorized all the Analects of Confucius by heart at the age of seven. Now I don't dare to say that I have learned a lot, but I can still be considered to be full of knowledge. As the saying goes..."
Unconvinced, Meng Fanlao began to brag a lot, but was quickly interrupted by Liao Mingyu.
"Stop beeping, hurry up! We won't be able to reach Heshun Town even if we wait until 7 o'clock." Liao Mingyu said in a deep voice.
They set out at 2 o'clock and have been walking for almost 4 hours, but they haven't seen the shadow of Heshun Town. If the road under my feet hadn't been broken, I would have thought I was going in the wrong direction.
"Captain, there is a fork in the road ahead, which way should we go?" Dong Dao, who was exploring the road ahead, suddenly ran back to report the situation.
"Is it a fork in the road? It seems that we should be here soon. Die, die, take people to higher places to explore!" Liao Mingyu ordered.
Long Wenwen immediately ran to a nearby hillside, and Meng Fangliao and Bula quickly followed.
The sky was getting brighter, and the sky in the distance had turned slightly white, with some sparse light shining through the branches and leaves of the trees.
They walked through the forest to the top of the slope, and the familiar yet unfamiliar Nantian Gate suddenly came into view. Through the telescope, they could vaguely see the two lines of defense and the Lingbao on the reverse slope.
"We have arrived behind the Nantian Gate. The man on the mountain is really amazing. His ass is still impregnable." Meng Fanle couldn't help complaining while holding up the telescope.
"Otherwise, this old boy is shady. Look at how densely packed the forts and fortifications are. They are no worse than their frontal defense line."
Long Wenwen was also observing carefully. When I came last time, there were not so many fortifications. Now the Japanese have built these two lines of defense more perfectly.
"Let's go take a look above." Long Wenwen said to himself.
"You bastard, even Xiao Dongyang is so shameless, but you still have a strong ass to be a mozi?" Bu La said that she couldn't understand.
The two ignored him and continued to observe the situation ahead.
At this time, Liao Mingyu also came over: "How is it?"
"Tuanzuo, we should be 8 kilometers west of Nantianmen, and further ahead should be the direction we retreat from Myanmar." Long Wenwen handed him the telescope while speaking.
Liao Mingyu looked at it for a while and had an idea in his mind. Those forts and cannons were pointed towards the top of the mountain, but the road at the foot of the mountain had no defense. A sudden attack from behind will definitely disrupt the Japanese deployment.
"If we attack from the rear, as long as we occupy these two lines of defense, we can make the Japanese a turtle in the urn. At such a distance, their heavy artillery will be useless, and then it will be a close-door attack." Liao Mingyu said seriously.
Long Wenwen nodded and said nothing. Under attack from both sides, the Japanese army would definitely be in chaos, but he always felt that there was still something missing.
Liao Mingyu seemed to see what Long Wenwen was thinking, and said to him with a smile: "Do you want to go see the mountains?"
"Well, I always feel that it's not as simple as we see above." Long Wenwen nodded.
"Let's go first and finish the business first." Liao Mingyu patted his shoulder, turned around and walked away.
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The team continued to move forward, and slowly they reached the edge of the jungle. The scene here filled everyone's heart with sadness, because this was a sad place.
Various war remains are scattered in the forest, broken guns, artillery remains... After such a long time, they have been covered with moss and vines, and there are even unburied corpses just exposed in the wilderness.
Dong Dao suddenly walked to a damaged gun carriage and knelt down, muttering to himself: "It has been more than three months since I crossed the river, Xiaojian... I am getting closer and closer to you now."
After speaking, he gently touched the gray cloth bag at his waist, which contained the ashes of his brother Dong Jian. Looking at the broken limbs and arms that had turned into powder around me, I felt a deep longing for my brother.
"Woo..." At this time, Gorou, who was walking in front, suddenly bared his teeth and started to whimper. This big, humane wolfdog seemed to have discovered something.
"There's a situation!"
Long Wenwen let out a low roar, and the others immediately squatted on the spot, holding up their weapons and looking around vigilantly.
Long Wenwen looked back at Liao Mingyu, who nodded and waved for the team to disperse. They each found cover and waited for the next order.
Long Wenwen and Bu La slowly moved toward the bushes in front, while Liao Mingyu followed closely with the rest of the group.
As they slowly approached, they found that there were five or six figures in the bushes, but something seemed wrong...
"Put down the gun, you are not the enemy."
Long Wenwen clearly saw the figures in front of him. They were a few ragged people. They huddled together nervously and leaned on the grass and branches. .
Liao Mingyu led his people forward and found that these common people were both men and women. They were obviously frightened and looked at the Sichuan Army Group with great fear.
"Don't be afraid, we are an expeditionary force." Liao Mingyu explained.
Perhaps because the light was too dark and the camouflage on Liao Mingyu's and others' faces, several people were completely indifferent. Their eyes were full of nervousness and numbness, as if they didn't believe the group in front of them.
One of the older people stood up silently and asked timidly: "Are you...really Chinese?"
"Don't be afraid, we are really an expeditionary force, Chinese people."
Long Wenwen nodded and showed a smile that he thought was amiable, but he forgot the camouflage on his face, and that smile looked scary no matter how he looked at it.
"The Expeditionary Force of Western Yunnan, my family." Dong Dao also followed and added again in his Western Yunnan accent.
Listening to the familiar hometown dialect, the people let down their guard. One by one they slowly emerged from the bushes.
But then again, if they were really Japanese, how could they possibly question them? The only answer they would give was cold bullets...
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