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Chapter 652 The way forward
In the night sky, stars occasionally twinkle, and starlight sprinkles down, dyeing the mountains and forests with starlight.

The cool night wind blew towards the pocket-shaped valley. At the mouth of the valley, where the Japanese army had previously stood, a few of them were holding torches and flashlights, while the remaining cannon fodder were all on guard all around.

Among them, Wang Zhong was holding a dagger, treating a few wounded soldiers who had luckily survived, removing the bullets from their wounds.

The dagger that had been burned in flames became as sharp as a scalpel in Wang Zhong's hands. He easily cut open the wounded's flesh, took out the bullet with tweezers, disinfected the wound with alcohol, sutured the wound, applied the wound medicine prepared by Wang Zhong himself, and wrapped it with gauze.

Wang Zhong’s hands were extremely fast, and in just half an hour, he had taken care of the three wounded who were lucky enough to survive.

The bandaging work was handed over to the veterinarian. Wang Zhong stood up and said, "We have done everything we can. Whether they can survive depends on their own fate."

Everyone's mood was a little low at the same time. No one spoke. Even Meng Fanle, who usually talked the most, was silent at this moment, with his head lowered, looking at the seriously injured and unconscious soldiers.

Milong no longer had his usual carefree look. He just stood by, staring at Li Wula, who was still in a coma with a pale face. The veterinarian squatted beside the wounded and carefully bandaged the wound of the last wounded.

Yao Ma quickly took out the kettle, poured water on Wang Zhong, and asked Wang Zhong to wash his hands.

Milong and his companions arrived when Wang Zhong was using the knife to help Li Wula remove the bullet, but Long Wenjian was a little slower.

Long Wenjian looked at the seriously injured and unconscious people with a gloomy face. He walked to Wang Zhong and said, "Given their current condition, they can't travel with us. We must rush to the airport as soon as possible!"

"We were going to the airport anyway, weren't we?" Wang Zhong looked at Long Wenjian and said.

Long Wenjian nodded and said, "We must hurry up while the Japanese army is still gathering its troops and has not launched a large-scale attack."

Wang Zhong said: "We encountered the main force of the Japanese army yesterday. With their speed, they will definitely reach the airport tomorrow morning, even if not tonight."

Long Wenjian said: "I heard from the Sichuanese that the British have an artillery camp over at the airport."

"If we have artillery support, we may be able to fight a tough battle with the Japanese army."

Wang Zhong said: "The Japanese army has at least a squadron, and our number is not enough."

With their thirty-something men, plus the patrol team that was to be attacked, there were only more than sixty people in total, less than a hundred, and they were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers.

"There must be some of our people near the airport." Long Wenjian said.

Wang Zhong smiled and looked at him, "Why, the commander wants to use the title of Sichuan Army Corps commander to recruit those defeated soldiers?"

His eyes are so bright that they seem to penetrate people's hearts.

Being looked at like that by Wang Zhong, Long Wenjian felt uncomfortable all over, as if Wang Zhong had seen through him inside and out, and he inexplicably felt a little uneasy.

"I am your commander, the commander of the Sichuan Army. Why can't I be incorporated into your army?"

Wang Zhong did not argue with him about this issue any more, but said: "If we go to the airport and ask those old British gentlemen for supplies, they will definitely ask for our number. We are a joint expeditionary force. Do you think the British have no connection with the country?"

Wang Zhong approached Long Wenjian and said in a low voice, "Captain, you may be able to fool these cannon fodders next to us, but you will definitely not be able to fool the British."

"We have to get to the airport first. Now the morale of the army is lost. If no regiment commander stands up to gather the defeated soldiers and rebuild the morale, we will be a scattered sand. How can we resist the Japanese army?" Long Wenjian hesitated for a while and said seriously.

"Hey!" Wang Zhong naturally knew this truth. In fact, Long Wenjian claimed to be the commander of the Sichuan Army Corps to succeed Yu Xiaoqing. Apart from his own little selfish motives, he did it more to deal with the Japanese army.

Which is harder to break, a single chopstick or a bunch of chopsticks? Even a child understands this truth, and Long Wenjian naturally knows it. Now that the Japanese army is coming with great force, if they do not unite, there will be no other outcome except to be wiped out one by one by the Japanese army.

If we can't get through this difficult time, there will be no future.

Speaking of which, Long Wenjian is indeed worthy of admiration, and Wang Zhong is no exception.

"One incompetent general can tire out the entire army!" Wang Zhong paused for a while before changing the subject: "Before Yu Xiaoqing went to Burma, he made a lot of bold statements, but once the battle started, he disappeared. The Sichuan Army, which had just been assembled, also became a defeated army and a discarded pawn."

“What do you mean?” Long Wenjian’s expression froze, and he looked at Wang Zhong with a questioning look in his eyes.

Wang Zhong sighed and said, "Don't tell me you don't know what kind of people our superiors are like!"

"Especially our great iron-blooded Yu. In his eyes, dying on the battlefield is the ultimate fate of a soldier." "Now that the coalition forces have been defeated, the Japanese army is on the verge of a great victory. They will first take the airport and then march north to the Nujiang River!"

As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, Long Wenjian, with a frown on his face, said, "Given the moral character of those superiors, they will definitely blow up the stone bridge, cut off all roads across the river, and then strengthen the river defenses to cut off the Japanese army's way across the river and keep the enemy at the banks of the Nujiang River."

Long Wenjian has been in the National Army for so many years, how could he not know what his superiors are thinking.

"We have to survive first!" Long Wenjian's voice became heavier and heavier.

"If we want to survive, we must unite. Only by uniting can we avoid being eaten away by the Japanese army bit by bit."

Seeing that Long Wenjian was so determined, Wang Zhong stopped trying to dissuade him.

In fact, even if he could convince Long Wenjian, Wang Zhong would still have to gather the defeated soldiers, because he was alone. If it were the era of cold weapons, he could learn from Zhao Zilong. Even if he was alone, he could go in and out seven times, take the head of a general in the midst of thousands of troops, and treat thousands of soldiers and horses as nothing.

But now is the era of hot weapons. There are not only bullets on the battlefield, but also artillery shells, poison gas, and an endless stream of modern technological weapons. Although Wang Zhong is powerful, he is just a mortal after all. Although his true energy is powerful, it is not inexhaustible. His physical strength and endurance are also limited.

“It’s annoying!”

"How is your leg?" Wang Zhong walked up to Meng Fanle and asked.

"It's okay." Meng Fanle didn't complain, which was quite rare.

"I've been running around all day. If you have something to say, just tell me. We're all eating pork stewed with vermicelli from the same pot. There are some things that don't need to be hidden."

"I'm really fine! Look." Meng Fanle stretched out his leg and pounded it twice, then stood up and walked a few steps. Although he was still limping a little, judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be in any discomfort.

When in Zenda, Wang Zhong had treated Meng Fanle for more than a month. However, due to the lack of doctors and medicine, Wang Zhong could only collect some herbs in the mountains nearby, make ointments, and apply them to Meng Fanle.

With the help of the bottle of sulfa drug given by veterinarian Wang Zhong, Meng Fanle's leg has healed a lot and his injuries have basically recovered. However, his leg has been injured for too long, so even after it heals, it will be difficult for him to return to normal.

Wang nodded and said, "Do you want me to show you again?"

"No need. If you have time, you should go and visit Li Wula and the others. They are more seriously injured than me." Just as Milong said, Meng Fanle is too smart and thinks too much, which leads to his own mistakes.

But he is still a good person.

Wang Zhong said: "No need, the bullet has been taken out. We don't have the conditions here now. Whether they can make it through depends on their luck."

Medical skills also have their limits. Wang Zhong may not know about others, but his own medical skills have already reached level seven. However, he still cannot bring people back to life or turn bones into flesh. He is also helpless when it comes to terminal illnesses such as cancer and AIDS.

Hearing Wang Zhong's words, Meng Fanle couldn't help but feel a little heavy. If it was someone else, it would be fine, but that was Li Wula, whose real name was Li Liansheng, who had eaten pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew in the same pot with them.

In the original novel, Li Ula was treated as a living target by the Japanese army. They shot bullets at him one after another just to prevent him from getting a quick death. Torturing Li Ula in this way aroused the bloodiness and animality in the hearts of the cannon fodders. They followed Long Wenjian to kill those devils. Even Doubing, who had always been treated like a child, strangled a devil's neck with a gun belt before Bula was able to kill the Japanese soldier.

"Do you think Yu Xiaoqing is really dead?" After a moment of silence, Meng Fanle suddenly asked this question.

"What if he's dead? What if he's not dead? Anyway, we've been defeated, and badly defeated. Even if Yu Xiaoqing is not dead, I don't know where he has escaped to. Maybe he has already returned to Zenda."

Wang Zhong's words left Meng Fan speechless. He was indignant and unwilling in his heart. Even though he had known such an outcome a long time ago, he was still moved by Yu Xiaoqing's bold words when he was in the shelter.

But what about now? He arrived in Myanmar wearing only a pair of shorts and carrying a vomit bag, but Yu Xiaoqing was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing Fanla's increasingly complicated expression, Wang Zhong said nothing more. He walked to the other side and inspected the situation in the camp.

The next morning, before daybreak, Wang Zhong woke up, stretched out a little, and then had everyone woken up and started heading towards the airport.

The closer they got to the airport, the more people there were. Wang Zhong handed over the command to Long Wenjian, asking Long Wenjian to replace A Yi and manage this group of defeated soldiers. He then acted as a scout, walking alone in front of the team and investigating the movements along the way.

As it was almost noon, Wang Zhong really discovered the traces of a group of Japanese soldiers. There were not many of them, only about 30 or so, less than a squad, and their weapons were only two light machine guns.

Wang Zhong had no intention of facing more than 30 fully armed Japanese soldiers alone, so he immediately went back and told Long Wenjian the news.

(End of this chapter)