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Chapter 660 Crossing the River
The Nujiang River flows endlessly.

The only stone bridge leading from the west bank to the east bank has now been blown up.

There is only a ferry rope and a raft lying on the river surface dozens of meters away from the broken bridge. The river water looks calm on the surface, but in fact it is flowing very fast.

Wang Zhong did not hesitate. He came to the riverside and looked at the refugees and defeated soldiers who were constantly crowding to get on the bamboo raft. He had no intention of competing with them. When he picked up a piece of bamboo the size of a basketball, he walked into the river step by step.

The refugees on the shore were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

This is the Nujiang River, not some small stream or river.

Eight hundred quicksand worlds, three thousand weak water depths.The goose feathers cannot float, and the reeds sink.

This is a description of the Quicksand River in Journey to the West, but it also applies to the Nujiang River.

It’s not that no one has tried to swim across the river, but no one who has tried has managed to cross the river alive.

"Sir, the river is rushing!"

"General, you can't go into the water!"

There were also a few kind-hearted people who hurriedly spoke out to remind him and tried to persuade Wang Zhong to come back.

However, Wang Zhong seemed not to have heard their words at all. He held the stone and walked straight into the middle of the river without stopping for a moment, nor did he hesitate at all.

Wang Zhong walked step by step towards the center of the river, and watched the water submerge him bit by bit, from his waist to his chest, to his neck, and then to his head, until he was completely submerged by the water.

The shore, which had been noisy just a moment ago, suddenly became quiet. Everyone shut their mouths at the same time and looked quietly at the river surface which was no longer rippled at all.

Five minutes later, on the east bank of the Nujiang River, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the water several meters away from the shore. The shadow grew bigger and bigger, and several soldiers standing guard on the shore pointed their guns at the black shadow in the river.

Not long after, a head emerged from the river. The water slid down over his head, and the man who had been stabbed subconsciously closed his eyes. The soldiers then saw that the man was wearing the same military uniform as them. As the man continued to walk towards the shore, the big rock in his arms also revealed its original shape.

"I am Wang Zhong, the commander of the Third Battalion of the Sichuan Army. Go and report to Commander Yu. I have important military information to report."

The three battalions that Wang Zhong mentioned were the defeated soldiers that Yu Xiaoqing had gathered and integrated at the shelter in Zenda. They are all in Myanmar now.

Now, the soldiers stationed on the river bank were either Yu Xiaoqing’s confidants or newly recruited soldiers. Some were local troops transferred from other places, so naturally they did not recognize Wang Zhong.

"Sichuan Army?"

"Are you really the battalion commander of the third battalion?" The soldier still couldn't believe it.

Wang Zhong adjusted his breathing slightly and shouted urgently, "If we delay the military operation, can you bear the responsibility?"

"Please wait a moment, Commander. We will go and report to the division commander." Several soldiers looked at each other. Although they still pointed their guns at Wang Zhong, one of them immediately ran to report with the gun on his back.

Wang Zhong didn't mind. He put the stone down and sat down on the ground. His chest and back kept rising and falling as he continued to adjust his breathing.

In fact, Wang Zhong's breathing was not affected too much, but he still had to pretend to be well-behaved, otherwise it would be too weird.

Not long after, a young man dressed as an officer came jogging over following the soldier who brought the news.

"Wang Zhong? Is it really you?" The person who came was none other than Zhang Lixian, the most trusted confidant of Zhang Lixian.

Wang Zhong stood up and saluted Zhang Lixian: "Captain Zhang, where is the commander?"

"You are the commander-in-chief now." Zhang Lixian immediately corrected Wang Zhongdao.

Wang Zhong pretended to be surprised, then immediately regained his composure: "Where is the commander? I have important military information to report."

Zhang Lixian hesitated for a moment, stared at Wang Zhong for a while, then looked at the stone thrown aside by Wang Zhong, nodded and said, "Come with me."

Just now on the way here, he heard from the soldier who reported the news that there was a guy on the other side of the river who claimed to be the battalion commander of the Sichuan Army Corps, and he was wading through the river holding a stone and walking towards him from the other side.

Zhang Lixian's first reaction was naturally disbelief. The Nujiang River is over a hundred meters wide, the water is fast, and the underwater undercurrent is even more turbulent. How could someone wade across from the other side holding a large rock?

But that was the fact. The corporal swore that what he said was true. He also said that they saw with their own eyes Wang Zhong going into the water from the other side holding a stone, and then walking step by step from the river to the table in front of them.

"I remember that your plane seemed to be shot down by Japanese fighter planes?" The two of them walked quickly towards Yu Xiaoqing's command post. On the way, Zhang Lixian was silent for a long time and finally spoke.

"It was shot down. Both pilots died and we lost more than a dozen brothers. Fortunately, the rest of us are lucky. Although the plane crashed, no one is seriously injured."

"How did you survive?" Zhang Lixian couldn't help but ask curiously. As Yu Xiaoqing's confidant, he knew best what Wang Zhong and his group of cannon fodder looked like when they left.

They were stripped down to their underwear, and each was given a vomit bag. Not to mention weapons, there was not even a stone or a stick. "The commander will definitely ask the same question later." Wang Zhong said this and stopped talking. Zhang Lixian didn't know how to answer, so he didn't ask again.

Soon the two arrived at Yu Xiaoqing's command post and met Yu Xiaoqing, who had now been promoted to division commander.

"Wang Zhong, deputy battalion commander of the Third Battalion of the Sichuan Army, meets with the division commander."

Wang Zhong saluted respectfully.

"Wang Zhong, I remember you. You are a good shooter. I personally promoted you to deputy battalion commander before we set off." Yu Xiaoqing looked at the soaked Wang Zhong and looked him up and down curiously.

"I heard that you have important military intelligence to report?" Yu Xiaoqing changed the subject and asked.

"Return to the commander. The Japanese troops now in Burma on the other side are the Takeuchi Regiment. Four or five days ago, my subordinates and others were at the British airfield. They took advantage of the night to attack a squadron that was attacking the British airfield, killing hundreds of enemies and seizing countless spoils."

"I, Captain Lin, and another acting commander elected by you will lead us from the airport all the way back to the China-Myanmar border to gather more than a thousand defeated soldiers. We will reach the Nujiang River in a few hours. I hope the division commander can send some troops to help us cross the river and return to the east."

“No!” Yu Xiaoqing just looked at Wang Zhong and uttered two words.

"The Japanese army is treacherous, and there must be spies among the fleeing soldiers. If we let them cross the river, the river defense will be in jeopardy."

"For the sake of the people of Zenda and the river defense, I can't take this risk." Yu Xiaoqing said with a very serious expression.

Wang Zhong looked at Yu Xiaoqing steadily. After a moment, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, as if he was mocking himself, or as if he was mocking something: "The commander is worthy of being the commander. When he was in Zenda, he came with his trusted followers with great momentum and talked a lot of nonsense, such as leading us to fight the Japs and keep the Japanese invaders out of the country. I thought that the commander would be a peerless general like Bai Qi and Han Xin."

"I never thought that everything that was said before was just a trick by the commander to deceive us defeated soldiers and use it as a stepping stone for his own promotion. It's a pity that thousands of us brothers didn't know how to judge people and actually regarded you, Yu Xiaoqing, as a benefactor. But it turns out that you, Yu Xiaoqing, are the same as those shitty superiors who used the lives of their brothers to exchange for their own future."

"shut up!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"You can't slander the Master!"

"Are you seeking death?"

Wang Zhong had just finished speaking, and before Yu Xiaoqing could say anything, his trusted followers stopped fighting. Even Zhang Lixian, who had always been fond of Wang Zhong, drew his gun on him.

Although he was pointed at by five or six guns at the same time, Wang Zhong did not show any sign of panic. Instead, he raised his head and laughed.

"Why, you did it, so I can't say anything?"

Wang Zhong ignored Yu Xiaoqing's livid face and said loudly with a face full of grief and indignation: "We are the defeated soldiers who fled from north to south all the way to Zenda. When we climbed out of the crashed plane, we were only wearing a pair of shorts and holding a vomit bag. But even so, we fought a desperate battle with the Japanese army in the mountains and forests of Myanmar full of snakes, insects, rats and ants, killed dozens of enemies, seized countless spoils, and fought all the way to the British airport without retreating."

"I didn't expect that Commander Yu, who had summoned us to Burma to fight against the Japanese invaders, would just arrive in Burma and lead his elite division, together with the British and American Allied Forces, to meet the Japanese army. He was defeated at the first blow, like a stray dog, abandoning countless soldiers under his command and fleeing Burma in disgrace."

"Even so, he was commended by his superiors and promoted to division commander."

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Oh my God!"

"How unfortunate we are to have met such a commander."

"In the past, I thought that we were not brave enough on the battlefield, that our equipment was not as good as the Japanese army, and that our military quality was not as good as the Japanese army. This is why we were defeated on the battlefield, from the Northeast, from Shanghai, all the way to Yunnan."

"It turns out that it's because the leaders are all like you. They only know how to talk big and make empty promises, but as soon as the fight starts, they flee at the sight of the Japanese army!"

"Shut up!"

In the eyes of this group of confidants, Yu Xiaoqing was a god-like existence. Now that he was slandered like this, how could they tolerate it? Especially Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang, they were the most trusted confidants among Yu Xiaoqing's confidants, and were regarded as his own children. Their worship of Yu Xiaoqing was even more blind. Upon hearing the words, they were furious and immediately stepped forward, wanting to attack Wang Zhong.

However, a figure flashed in the hall, and before Yu Xiaoqing and others could see clearly, Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang were knocked down by Wang Zhong, and their guns were confiscated.

Yu Xiaoqing's face turned pale, and his hands behind his back were clenched into fists.

"Stop!" Yu Xiaoqing shouted, stopping everyone in the hall.

"Isn't it embarrassing enough?" Yu Xiaoqing shouted harshly. Yu Zhi and others lowered their heads and stepped back.

Wang Zhong laughed again, and his eyes swept over everyone in the hall, and he said sarcastically: "So this is the elite confidant under Master Yu. With this strength, he dare not use it against the Japanese on the battlefield, but he is very powerful against his own people."

Hearing Wang Zhong's words, everyone's faces turned red.