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Chapter 654 Close combat
The sky was gloomy, but it was not raining. The whole of Zenda was shrouded in dark clouds.

The Allied Forces were defeated. Of the huge Sichuan Army, only a few hundred remnants escaped back to the east bank, and then quickly organized river defense. It was heard that the superiors were preparing to blow up the bridge and organize the Japanese army to cross the river.

The people of Zenda City also became increasingly nervous. They had heard about the brutality of the Japanese army. In Nanjing, the former capital of the nation, more than 300,000 people were killed by the Japanese army.

And the Japanese army’s atrocities went far beyond this.

Burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.

The tense atmosphere in Zenda City naturally affected Xiaozui. Only two days after Wang Zhong left, she heard the news that the Sichuan Army was defeated and fled back to the east coast.

But Xiaozui waited and waited at home, but Wang Zhong never came back. Xiaozui could only comfort himself in his heart that Wang Zhong must be busy consolidating the river defense, after all, the Japanese were about to attack.

But as he waited, Xiaozui felt that time was passing slower and slower, and the days seemed like years. Finally, in the afternoon of that day, Xiaozui, who could no longer sit still, arrived in front of the military camp after hesitating for a long time.

"The military camp is a restricted area. No outsiders are allowed to approach."

Xiaozui is now dressed like an ordinary woman in a straw hairpin and a cloth skirt. Naturally, the soldiers don't regard her as an important figure.

"Soldier, I want to ask, is the Sichuan Army stationed here?"

"Sichuan Army?" The soldier waved his hand impatiently and said, "The Sichuan Army has been wiped out long ago. There is no Sichuan Army left. Hurry up and leave."

"Impossible! The Sichuan Army just arrived in Burma, how could they be wiped out?"

Xiaozui refused to believe it, and quickly reported Wang Zhong's information, asking the soldier on guard to help ask.

At this moment, a military jeep drove in from outside the military camp. Behind the jeep were countless soldiers carrying guns and military vehicles carrying supplies.

Looking at Xiaozui who was entangled with the soldier on guard at the door, Yu Xiaoqing frowned suddenly and asked the driver to stop the car.

"Go and ask what's going on!"

Zhang Lixian saluted and immediately ran over to ask.

"What's going on?" Zhang Lixian was a close confidant of Long Wenjian and the company commander of the guard company. Now that Yu Xiaoqing became the division commander, he, the company commander, would soon be promoted to at least a battalion commander. The soldier on guard naturally knew Zhang Lixian, and after saluting, he immediately told Zhang Lixian the reason for the incident.

"Is your brother from the Sichuan Army?" Zhang Lixian himself is from Sichuan, and it was they who reorganized the Sichuan Army.

"My brother's name is Wang Zhong, and he's the battalion commander of the Sichuan Army!" Xiaozui said immediately.

"Wang Zhong?" Zhang Lixian frowned immediately: "He is my brother?"

Xiaozui explained: "He was my brother's comrade-in-arms. After my brother died, he was the one who took care of me."

Zhang Lixian looked at Xiaozui's pretty face and her clear and pure eyes that were clearly black and white. His heart couldn't help but tremble. Ripples suddenly appeared in the calm lake of his heart. Looking at Xiaozui's face full of anxiety and worry, somehow, his heart felt like it was being grabbed and it hurt a lot.

"I know the Wang Zhong you're talking about. He's the deputy commander of the Third Battalion of the Sichuan Army Corps and he's a very good marksman."

"Do you know my brother?" Xiaozui's eyes lit up, a look of joy immediately appeared on his face, and he looked at Zhang Lixian expectantly.

Zhang Lixian hesitated for a moment before saying, "Wang Zhong is not among the people who were withdrawn to the east coast. He should still be in Myanmar now."

"I heard that one of the two planes they were on was shot down by a Japanese fighter plane. If the news is correct, then the possibility of his survival is..."

Xiaozui was stunned at first, then her eyes widened. Her clear, clean eyes with distinct black and white were instantly filled with tears, blocking Zhang Lixian's next words.

"Impossible, my brother is very lucky. He said he would come back to see me. He called me and I went into the house to wait for him to come back!" Xiaozui tried hard not to let the tears flow out, shaking his head and muttering to himself.

When Zhang Lixian saw this, he felt as if his heart was being grabbed by someone and it hurt terribly.

"Zhang Lixian!"

Yu Xiaoqing's voice came from behind.

"To!"

Zhang Lixian subconsciously stood at attention and answered loudly.

"What's going on? It's not dealt with yet?"

"Report to the commander, it has been handled!"

"You go back first. I'll help you find out about your brother. If there is any news, I'll let you know."

"Thank you!"

Both of them spoke Sichuan dialect and were from the same hometown. The naive Xiaozui did not doubt Zhang Lixian's words at all and chose to believe them directly.

“I live in...”

After hearing Xiaozui's address, Zhang Lixian nodded immediately and said, "The military camp is a restricted area, no outsiders are allowed to stay here, go back quickly! I'll come find you when I have news."

"Sir! Thank you!" Xiaozui stepped aside and watched Zhang Lixian return to the team and then retreat into the military camp. She bit her lip, and even though tears welled up in her eyes, she remained strong and didn't cry. She had already lost a brother, and didn't want to lose Wang Zhong again.

To Xiaozui, Wang Zhong, who rescued her from dire straits, gave her a new life, and made her look forward to the future, has a very special meaning.

After returning home, Xiaozui took out a box from the bedside, placed it on the table, opened it, took out the pistol that Wang Zhong had left for her, skillfully removed the magazine and bullets, disassembled the parts of the gun one by one, wiped them carefully with a cloth, and then reassembled them.

Xiaozui has repeated this process dozens of times in the two days since Wang Zhong left.

Looking at the bright yellow bullets, Xiaozui pushed them one by one into the magazine.

As the night deepened, Xiaozui placed the pistol loaded with bullets next to his pillow, and gradually fell asleep while praying for Wang Zhong.

On the west bank of the Nujiang River, in Myanmar, outside the British airport, in the darkness, a black shadow suddenly jumped up from behind a sandbag fortification, with two cold rays of light like the cold moon in his hands. The sword light crossed the sky, and when the voice fell, four patrolling Japanese fell down.

Wang Zhong had amazing eyesight and could see the situation ahead clearly without any lighting.

"Damn, Boss Wang's knife is so sharp."

"Shh!"

Without waiting for the others to praise him, Wang Zhong made a gesture to silence them and took out a grenade from his waist. Several people poked their heads out, and without saying anything else, they took out the grenades they had prepared long ago from their waists.

Everyone looked at each other, then simultaneously pulled the pin, knocked the grenade against the stone next to them, stood up and threw the grenade out almost at the same time, and then quickly retreated behind the fortifications.

A few seconds later, several thunderous explosions were heard in the Japanese position. The flames produced by the explosions dispelled the darkness nearby. When several people leaned out again, several grenades were thrown out at the same time.

"Milong!" Wang Zhong shouted! Milong, who had already set up a machine gun nearby, immediately swept towards the remaining Japanese soldiers.

"Fight!" Long Wenjian, who had just led his men into the battlefield, also shouted loudly and fired the first shot, knocking down a Japanese sergeant with one shot.

The war was on the verge of breaking out. In an instant, the sound of gunfire and explosions enveloped the entire position. The Japanese army was caught off guard by the sudden attack. Now it was dark, and there was no time to organize an artillery counterattack.

The dense firepower was like a big net, covering the Japanese troops on the position, killing dozens of devils in just a moment.

Long Wenjian took the lead with a gun in hand and led his men to charge forward. The Lee Enfield in his hand turned into the scythe of the god of death, and he killed one Japanese soldier with one shot.

Wang Zhongze mixed in the middle of the team, shooting the Japanese machine gunners and commanders one by one with his Type 38 rifle.

In less than ten minutes, the Japanese army was forced to flee their positions and hide in the nearby woods.

Long Wenjian had no intention of letting these devils go, and he led his men to chase and kill them all the way. To the little devils, Wang Zhong was also ruthless, and he named those devils who were about to escape into the woods one by one and shot them in the head.

After taking the position, everyone's tense nerves immediately relaxed. Although the battle just now was a sneak attack, it was completely different from the battles during the day. Nearly a squadron of Japanese soldiers were wiped out by them.

Such a great victory was something these cannon fodders had never seen before.

I felt relaxed but also excited.

After the siege, Long Wenjian sat in the trench, holding a Japanese can in his hand, eating voraciously, while chattering to win the hearts of the cannon fodder.

"Today, you are all my grandfathers!"

"I am your grandson, the gray grandson!"

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

"Hahahaha!"

His smiling look was very shameless, and it almost made Meng Fan, the angry young man, rush up and beat him up.

Ayi Shepi distributed the collected supplies one by one. Although Ayi had only been doing this job for two days, he did a much better job than his battalion commander and supervisor.

Wang Zhong followed the veterinarian and treated the wounds of the injured cannon fodder. Although Wang Zhong had collected a lot of medicinal materials in Zenda before coming and made his own unique wound medicine, the time was too short and the supplies were in short supply, so not much wound medicine was produced.

Although their previous siege was a surprise attack and caught the Japanese army off guard, the Japanese army's military quality was indeed not to be underestimated. Even though their firepower was suppressed, they still quickly launched a counterattack. The cannon fodder rushed forward a little too carelessly, and some unlucky guys were shot. Three of them died, and the rest were injured. There were about a dozen people.

Wang Zhongzheng removed the bullet from a cannon fodder's shoulder, disinfected the wound to stop the bleeding, and wrapped it with gauze.

The veterinarian looked at Wang Zhong's extremely skillful movements, and felt nothing but admiration and a sense of helplessness.

“If there were medicines, those wounded soldiers in the shelter wouldn’t…” A soldier who was being bandaged by a bullet could not help but sigh after hearing what Wang Zhong said.

"We will have medicine soon." Wang Zhong said.

The veterinarian was stunned for a moment, then realized that Wang Zhong was talking about the British in the airport.

As they were talking, they were interrupted by a sudden burst of rapid drum music. The first reaction of the people on the position was to lie down behind the fortifications and hold their rifles. But when they saw the British people holding white flags, marching in neat rows and in a uniform rhythm and walking to the front of the position, they were all stunned.