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Chapter 650

Although the sky was not gloomy, the clouds were quite thick and the sun was still nowhere to be seen.

In the lush forest, a group of people covered in mud, shirtless and wearing only shorts, many of them carrying rifles, bullet belts and water bottles, were moving quickly.

Ayi took out his pocket watch, carefully followed the direction indicated by the pointer, and continued forward.

Meng Fanle, who had been promoted to company commander, was now holding a Type 38 rifle seized from the Japanese. He was walking behind several new recruits who were also holding guns, acting as a vanguard and scout.

However, Wang Zhong, Bula and others were not among the crowd.

At this time, on a ridge seven or eight miles away, Milong was hiding in the grass with a machine gun. Lying next to him was his deputy gunner Doubing. Further ahead was Shebadi who was drinking water. Further ahead was Bula who was wiping his relatively new Type 38 rifle.

Going past Bu La is Kang Ya and a few new recruits.

But now they can no longer be considered new recruits. They followed Wang Zhong to kill two waves of lone Japanese soldiers, and each of them had a Japanese life on their hands. Their weapons and ammunition were also replenished.

Now each of them carries three guns, even Doubing has a long gun.

"Where did that bastard go? He hasn't come back in such a long time!" Milong said to Doubing, who was narrating, "Was he killed by the devils?"

After hearing this, Doubing stopped smiling foolishly and said seriously, "Brother Milong, Brother Wang Zhong is really powerful. He is the only one who can kill the Japanese. The Japanese are no match for him."

The snake that was drinking water rolled its eyes at Milong and said, "Even if you die, Boss Wang can't die!"

Bu La was still cleaning his gun without raising his head. This was already his third one: "He is just jealous and wants to seize power and usurp the throne."

"You damn Hunanese, you are the one who wants to seize power and usurp the throne!" Milong cursed Bu La in a low voice.

"Boss Wang is also from Hunan, and he's a fellow villager like your father!" Bu La replied indifferently.

"I am your father!"

Bula was about to retort when he heard a noise in front of him and saw Wang Zhong walking out from behind a cluster of lush bushes.

He was carrying five rifles, a lot of ammunition, a water bottle and a bag. It went without saying that the bag was filled with dry food, either canned food or biscuits.

"In the southeast direction, a team of more than 20 Japanese soldiers are rushing towards this side. They will arrive in about ten minutes. They should be coming from the direction where our plane crashed. Brothers, get ready and load your guns."

There were nine of them in total. Except for a few new recruits who only had two guns each, Bu La and others had three guns each, and they were all fully loaded with bullets. What they had to do was to fire all the bullets in the guns in the shortest time possible when they met the Japanese army.

"Old rules, take my gunshot as your command."

As he spoke, Wang Zhong went out from behind the bushes again.

"Why does it feel so easy to fight these Burmese devils?" Milong murmured to himself in confusion.

"Easy?" The snake butt beside him glanced at Milong and said, "If Boss Wang wasn't here, you could try to take it easy!"

Milong had no way to refute this. They had fought with seven or eight small groups of Japanese troops one after another. Every time, the number of enemies killed by Wang Zhong was almost equal to that of their entire group.

The Japanese soldiers didn't even have the chance to react. They were shot dead just after they lay down and before they could find them. Each battle lasted no more than three minutes.

"More than twenty! These little Japanese are not stupid. Their numbers are increasing!" Bu La looked towards the southeast with cold eyes.

Snake Butt said: "No matter how stupid the Japs are, they will eventually react after we killed so many of them!"

"Okay, the Japanese are coming, stop talking! Otherwise we'll alert them."

Everyone immediately fell silent, their eyes fixed towards the southeast. Except for a few new recruits who had just joined them and had fought two small battles, everyone else had long forgotten what tension was.

In their words, they had killed so many devils that even if they lost their lives, they would still have made a profit.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, a group of Japanese soldiers appeared in their sight.

Bu La counted them and found that there were twenty-eight in total, nearly thirty people, two machine guns, and the remaining twenty or so were long rifles, but no grenade launchers.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers getting closer, everyone subconsciously slowed down their breathing, lying tightly on the ground, hiding behind the bushes, using the grass rings on their heads and the torn branches to cover their bodies, and through the gaps between the branches and leaves, they observed the Japanese soldiers getting closer and closer.

Seeing that the Japanese were less than thirty meters away from them, a gunshot was heard from the bottom of the slope, and the commander, who was the most conspicuous among the Japanese soldiers, fell down. But before the Japanese soldiers could react, two more shots followed, and two people holding a machine gunner and a Japanese infantryman also fell down. All three were shot in the head.

At this time, the Japs also heard the source of the gunshots.

"Enemy attack!"

"Baga! Over there!"

The Japanese had no time to think about why the gunshots came from the bottom of the slope. Although the commander was killed, the Japanese soldiers did not flee. Instead, they immediately crouched down and raised their guns, ready to counterattack.

At this moment, Milong on the slope fired the machine gun that had been opened in the box long ago, and fired at the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground.

Bula, Shepigu, Kangya and others all opened fire without any hesitation.

In an instant, dense firepower intertwined into a large net, covering all the Japanese devils and forming firepower suppression.

The Japanese soldiers were lying on their backs with their guns pointed down the slope, exposing their backs to the cannon fodder on the slope. In an instant, a dozen Japanese soldiers fell in a pool of blood. The Japanese soldiers immediately stood up and prepared to find cover to fight back.

"eight······"

But the gunshots from the slope did not stop at all. Wang Zhong's marksmanship had already reached a superb level. The moment Milong and the others opened fire, Wang Zhong had already emptied his gun.

He casually put it into the space, switched to the second one, and continued to point it out.

In less than three minutes, all twenty-eight Japanese soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

Wang Zhong's accurate shooting skills gave no one a chance to escape. In this ambush, he alone killed sixteen Japanese soldiers and emptied the magazines of three guns.

As the last Japanese soldier fell, the gunfire stopped abruptly. Wang Zhong was like a cheetah. In a few breaths, he came to the battlefield from more than 30 meters down the slope. He checked and finished off the enemy at the same time to prevent any fish from escaping the net and being attacked by surprise.

Milong and others also rushed down immediately.

Without Wang Zhong's instructions, everyone immediately began to clean up the battlefield.

After a while, the number of rifles on each person increased from three to five, and a lot of grenades were also seized. However, there were still seven or eight rifles. If they were to take more, it would seriously affect their speed of travel.

Under Wang Zhong's command, everyone threw everything they could not take away into a pile and blew it up with grenades. They could not take it themselves, but they must not leave it to the Japanese army.

The group carried the spoils and rushed forward, following the marks left by Ayi and others.

I never thought that after meeting up with A Yi and the others, I would see a very unexpected person named Wang Zhong.

"Hello, my name is Long Wenjian, and I'm your team leader!" Long Wenjian extended his hand to Wang Zhong.

"Isn't our leader Yu Xiaoqing?"

"Yu Xiaoqing is dead, and now I am your regiment commander." This quartermaster lieutenant who was mending socks found a set of colonel's clothes from somewhere, but it looked quite good when he put it on.

"My name is Wang Zhong, deputy battalion commander of the third battalion of the Sichuan Army!" Wang Zhong stretched out his hand and shook hands with Long Wenjian.

Long Wenjian looked at the supplies hanging on the bodies of the few people. The surprise in his eyes had long gone, and now there was only admiration.

"You guys are the best! You are worthy of being the Sichuan Army. Along the way, the Americans, the British, and the Chinese were all running away. You are the only unit I met that is still resisting, and the only unit that was not chased by the Japanese army like a stray dog!"

"You guys are the best!" The first part was said to Wang Zhong, while the second part was said to the cannon fodders behind him who also returned with a full load.

"So many spoils of war? How many Japanese were killed?" Long Wenjian praised everyone with a smile, then turned to look at Wang Zhong and asked curiously.

Before Wang Zhong could say anything, Milong beside him spoke up: "Not many, just a few dozen."

"Dozens?" Long Wenjian's eyes lit up: "A squad of Japanese soldiers?"

Milong said: "That's about right!"

"The Japanese army's fancy machine guns?" Long Wenjian was also attracted by the two machine guns that Milong was holding. He became more and more surprised. When he met Ayi and the others just now, he had already asked about their situation and learned about their situation when they made an emergency landing. He didn't expect that in just one day, they went from being a group of people with only a pair of shorts to a well-equipped army.

Even though Long Wenjian had traveled across the north and south, east and west, and had set foot almost all over the world, he couldn't help but admire this group of cannon fodder.

Just as Long Wenjian was curiously trying to get close to Milong and took a machine gun from Milong, fiddling with it and praising them, Wang Zhong had already waved for the veterinarian and Meng Fan to come over.

Let them then distribute the dry food, water bottles and the guns they had just seized.

The guns that Wang Zhong and his men brought back were enough to arm all of them, but there were a few bullets. Wang Zhong asked Meng Fanle to focus on the veterans who were good at shooting and give them more bullets, and to give each of the new recruits ten bullets as a token of his appreciation.

While distributing supplies, Meng Fanli limped over to Wang Zhong and whispered, "I don't know where this guy came from. He came up and said that Yu Xiaoqing was dead. He is our leader, but I don't think it's true."

Wang Zhonggang looked at him and said, "But right now we do need a group leader."

"Hmm?" Meng Fan looked at Wang Zhong in confusion: "Why?"

"Didn't that guy say that all the troops in Myanmar have been dispersed? We are too few in number. We can still take advantage of the Japanese now, but after a few days when the Japanese recover, we won't be able to cope with them with such a small number of people."

Meng Fanle was a smart man and immediately understood what Wang Zhong meant: "Do you want to use his skin to gather the defeated soldiers in Burma?"

"Although we have the upper hand now, once the enemy's large force arrives, we will be eaten by the enemy. There will be no other outcome for us. We can only unite more people and get more weapons and equipment to leave Burma and return to Zenda under the enemy's noses."

Meng was silent and didn't know how to respond to Wang Zhong's words for a moment.

Wang Zhong patted Meng Fanle's shoulder and said, "The weather here is much more humid than in Zenda, and there are many snakes, insects, rats and ants in the forest. Pay more attention to the wound on your buttocks, and don't let it get infected again."

After calming Fanla down, Wang Zhong came to Ayi again and asked him to count the existing equipment and supplies, and then came to Long Wenjian.

"Captain Long, since you are our leader now, you must be familiar with the surrounding terrain, right?"

"Although we brothers have no shortage of guns, we do have limited bullets. Since you are our leader, shouldn't you help us think of a solution?"

Long Wenjian said, "There is a British stronghold five miles to the northeast. We can go there and take a look."