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Chapter 699 Crossing the River Again

As the night deepened, the positions on both sides of the Nujiang River gradually became quiet.

At half past nine, at the edge of the Jieqipo position, the three teams divided into three groups and stood there.

But at this time, they had already taken off their military uniforms and changed into the coarse linen clothes worn by civilians. Even the military boots and socks on their feet were changed into what civilians usually wear at Wang Zhong's request. Each of them carried a bulging marching bag with a water bottle hanging on his back.

"This time, the danger of crossing the river is far greater than the last time. Even compared to our first battle in Burma, it is probably not much worse."

"I can't guarantee that I can bring every one of you back safely from the other side. The only thing I can promise you is to lead you to kill more Japanese."

Everyone has fear, and everyone is afraid of death. But if the death is wonderful, heroic, and worthwhile, then even if they know they may die down the road, people will still continue to move forward.

"Killing one will cover our losses, and killing two will make us a profit. We brothers have already made a profit, so even if we can't come back, we won't lose anything."

As a fellow villager, Bu La has always considered himself to be Wang Zhong's most important arm in the Sichuan Army. Therefore, no matter what Wang Zhong says or does, he is always the first to stand up and support him.

All of this stems from his unconditional trust in Wang Zhong.

In fact, it was not just Bu La, but also Yao Ma, Mi Long, Kang Ya, She Pizi, and even Meng Fanle, all the old brothers who followed Wang Zhong all the way back to the east coast and to Zenda from Myanmar.

They had unconditional trust in Wang Zhong and Long Wenjian. Even if Wang Zhong asked them to take guns and go to Master Yu's position to kill Yu Xiaoqing, they would not hesitate and probably would not even frown.

"La Zi is right. We have all been through the gates of hell once. We have saved our lives. Why are we still afraid of death?"

As Bu La's good friend and also Wang Zhong's die-hard fan, Yao Ma immediately spoke up in agreement.

Although the others didn't say anything, their firm eyes were enough to show their determination.

"We have lived and died together so many times, I won't say more. As long as we brothers are united, we can go to the west coast, even the mountains of swords and seas of fire, or the Asura hell."

Wang Zhong raised his hand and looked at the time. The hands had reached nine forty. He immediately said to everyone, "Everyone!"

"turn right!"

"The target is Yanwangdu, run forward!"

"set off!"

At the edge of the camp, next to a few pine trees, Long Wenjian and American Mike were watching this scene.

"Where are they going?" Mike asked Long Wenjian puzzledly.

Although he was an expert on China, understood Chinese culture and could speak Chinese, he only had a general idea of ​​the nearby terrain, not to mention "dangerous places" like "Yanwang Ferry" that did not exist on the map at all.

"Go to the other side!" Long Wenjian did not hide his intention from Mike. In fact, many people in the entire Sichuan Army knew that Wang Zhong was taking the commando team to the west bank.

The only thing they don’t know is the existence of the little bookworm.

"The other side?" Mike looked at Long Wenjian in confusion.

Long Wenjian had no intention of hiding anything from him and informed him of the recent changes on the West Coast.

“So many people were arrested?”

"Is he going to make any big move?"

Mike's Chinese is not particularly fluent, but that is compared to Chinese people. Among foreigners, those who can speak Chinese like him are considered to be relatively outstanding, at least at this time.

"I don't know!" Facing his American friend Mike, Long Wenjian acted very calmly.

"So Wang led the commando team to the West Coast just to find out what the Japanese were up to?"

Long Wenjian nodded.

Mike chose to remain silent, watching Wang Zhong and the commandos disappear into the night.

As a military adviser sent to the front line of the battle against the Japanese army, Mike understood the strength of the Japanese army. Moreover, the Japanese army was famous for its strong combat effectiveness, and the previous battle in Burma had proved this.

Mike's mood suddenly became complicated and heavy.

As a qualified soldier, he possesses all the qualities a soldier should have, and he also knows the dangers that Wang Zhong and his men will face when they go to the west coast.

Mike suddenly saluted in the direction where Wang Zhong and others were leaving with a standard military salute. This was the only thing he could do at this moment.

Seeing Mike's sudden salute, Long Wenjian's eyes, full of shrewdness, gradually brightened.

He and Wang Zhong had already discussed this. Long Wenjian was a genius in close combat. He had his own unique insights on leading troops in battle and was not bound by formalities. He also had an accurate understanding of various light and heavy weapons in modern warfare.

But when it comes to military training, this is Long Wenjian's shortcoming, especially the modern and scientific training methods that are more in line with the training methods for hot weapons warfare, which Long Wenjian is not good at.

Wang Zhong's role outside was far greater than his role at Jiqipo, so the two of them had already set their sights on Mike and Coles on the first day they arrived at Jiqipo.

On the other side, Wang Zhong led the commando team to the shore of Yanwang Ferry.

Everyone crouched and hid in the woods. No one spoke. More than thirty pairs of eyes looked towards the other side.

Looking at the watch on his wrist that was still moving, when the stopwatch returned to zero again and the time came to ten o'clock, Wang Zhong stood up, tied a rope around his waist, and walked straight to the west bank.

They did not press the rope in the water with stones as in the original novel, because this is full of uncertainty. If it is the flood season, the rope will be broken by the flood. If not, the broken branches and various garbage floating down the river will be caught, and more and more garbage will be caught, forming an arc-shaped "garbage dam" on the river surface.

Therefore, every time he retreated from the west bank, Wang Zhong would retract the rope and tie it again the next time he needed to cross the river.

Wang Zhong was extremely fast. Even in the dark and in the turbulent water, his speed was not affected.

In less than five minutes, the hemp rope was pulled three times.

"A small team!"

Bula stood up first, bent down, and pulled the hemp rope three times. Just as he was about to leave, a figure walked in front of him.

"Let me go first!"

"I've walked this road many times and I'm more familiar with it than you." The little bookworm smiled, then walked in front, holding the hemp rope and walking into the river step by step.

Bula followed closely behind, and then the other warriors in the team, one after another, the first team was followed by the second team, until the last one was Milong, because the other end of the rope was wrapped around his waist.

Crossing the river was already a piece of cake for them, and they did it much faster than the first time.

After receiving the signal from the other side, Milong immediately walked around the tree several times, then pulled the rope, wrapped it around his shoulders, and walked towards the other side step by step. Thirty-one people successfully crossed the river, and it took a total of half an hour.

Everyone collected the ropes and immediately fled into the mountains and forests. Under the guidance of the little bookworm, they took advantage of the night to pass through the forests and arrived at the guerrillas' temporary base deep in the mountains at dawn.

At this time, the base was already deserted, with only a lot of guerrilla reserves and daily necessities left for emergency use.

“It seems like your captain and his men have already sneaked in,” Wang Zhong guessed.

The little bookworm was not sure: "It's very likely."

"What should we do next?" The commandos in the narration had already dispersed to find places to rest. Wang Zhong took out the map he had drawn himself, spread it out on the table, and discussed with the little bookworm.

Unfortunately, the little bookworm is now unable to determine the location of the captain and others.

"Go and rest first. We have been traveling all night and haven't had time to close our eyes. Hurry up and rest. Once you have enough energy, we can think carefully about what to do next."

The little bookworm is no longer the angry young man who was obsessed with finding a team to fight the Japanese. During the past six months on the west coast, following the travel team members such as Master Shihang, the little bookworm has grown a lot.

At night, after having eaten and gotten enough sleep, the commandos, led by Wang Zhong, left their temporary base and headed towards the nearest Japanese military base.

"I observed this in the morning. There is at least one group of Japanese soldiers in this stronghold, divided into two shifts to take turns on duty."

"I'll take charge of the machine gunner."

"Not spicy, you are responsible for leading the team's attack."

"I guarantee to complete the mission." Bula immediately saluted Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong raised the Lee Enfield sniper rifle in his hand and pointed the muzzle at the machine gunner behind the machine gun in the stronghold, while Bu La led the members of the first team and quickly moved towards the stronghold.

The other two teams, according to the predetermined plan, encircled the small Japanese stronghold from both sides.

Three minutes later, the first squad led by Bu La was less than 20 meters away from the Japanese army.

"idiot!"

"There are enemies!"

A Japanese soldier who was smoking and peeing saw Bula and others approaching, and immediately warned his companions. But just as he finished speaking, there was a gunshot and a bullet went into his forehead.

The second shot followed immediately. The machine gunner had just turned the gun and was about to aim at Bula and others when he was shot in the head. Then it was the assistant gunner and then the team leader.

"Kill!" Bula directly threw two grenades into the Japanese stronghold.

"Boom!"

After two huge explosions, Bu La rushed out with a gun, shot down a Japanese soldier with one shot, then quickly loaded the gun and aimed at another Japanese soldier...

In less than five minutes, the battle was over.

Without machine guns to suppress fire, the Japanese army's combat effectiveness was actually not much higher than that of the National Army. Especially at such a close distance, the gap between the two sides was greatly shortened.

If Wang Zhong had not forbidden Bula and others to use Thompsons, and only allowed them to use the Japanese equipment they had replaced at the guerrilla base, this battle would have ended much faster.

"Team two, clean up the battlefield! Team one and team three, be on alert! Evacuate in five minutes!"

"Quick!" Wang Zhong gave orders quickly, and the entire assault team moved quickly.

Teams one and two separated into two sides, surrounding the entire Japanese stronghold in the middle, while members of team three rushed into the battlefield without hesitation and quickly looted guns, ammunition and dry food.

Five minutes later, the commandos evacuated quickly without any hesitation.

Ten minutes later, the Japanese troops closest to the stronghold came to support, but when they arrived, there was nothing left except corpses and mess on the ground.

"Baga!" The Japanese squadron leader in charge of support drew his sword and roared angrily.

In the next few days, Wang Zhong led the commando team to change positions within a radius of dozens of miles, and from time to time they took advantage of the smaller but weaker Japanese troops.

After a few days, they killed dozens of devils, which successfully angered the Japanese army, which ordered a large-scale hunt for this elusive guerrilla force within a radius of 100 miles.

In the eyes of the Japanese army, Wang Zhong and his men were just fish to be slaughtered. However, the fresh fish that had been pressed onto the chopping board suddenly swung their tails, broke free from their clothes, and slapped them on the face several times. How could the Japanese army not be furious?

"What's going on?" Wang Zhong looked around in a house that had long been empty. After making sure that no one was there, he entered the yard.

As soon as Wang Zhong entered the door, the little bookworm who had been waiting in the yard came to greet him impatiently.

Wang Zhong said: "Those who were captured were taken to the Nantian Gate. Every day they were either digging or building fortifications."

"I didn't dare get too close. I looked at it from a distance. It looked like it was digging a hole in the ground."

"Digging a hole?"

"What are you digging a hole for?"

Of course, it was to build fortifications.

"Dig holes in the ground as fortifications?" He said calmly, "That bastard Takeuchi Lianshan really dares to think that."

"One or two holes in the ground are certainly not a problem, but what if there are four or five, or even the entire Nantianmen is filled with holes in the ground?" Wang Zhong said solemnly.

"Not really!" Several people looked at each other, and saw the disbelief in each other's eyes: "The Nantian Gate is not all soil, there are still many stones. It is not an easy task to dig a hole through the entire Nantian Gate."

"That old devil Takeuchi is not attacking now. Who knows what bad things he might be up to. I think what the captain said makes sense."

"..."

Everyone started talking one after another, and based on the information they had already obtained, they began to infer the purpose of the Japanese army's actions.

But none of them are Takeuchi Renzan, so even if they have some guesses, they are still very one-sided.

After the discussion, Wang Zhong solemnly warned everyone: "We have made quite a lot of noise these days. There must be a large number of devils out there looking for us. Tell the brothers to take it easy these days and be alert to the surroundings. Don't be careless."

"Captain, after the storm has passed, what should we do next?" The three team leaders gathered around Wang Zhong and began to wait for Wang Zhong's next order.

Wang Zhong raised his eyes and looked towards the South Heaven Gate, saying, "We are too few in number, and it will be too difficult to rescue all the villagers."