Dead, dead, it was not said who it was, but it seemed that both of them were like this. Although Banxian always kept saying that he would go to heaven sooner or later, everyone would go to heaven after death. They just thought that Banxian was hysterical, his brain was not working well, and he was stimulated.
Some of them are like this from time to time, one more or one less doesn't make much,
Even if Banxianer did something amazing from time to time, they would just turn around and forget about it. After all, Banxianer didn't look like an immortal. He didn't have any colorful clouds, streamers, or any magical powers. In their eyes, he was just a nosy doctor who was more useful than a veterinarian, and the "quartermaster" of their Sichuan Army.
They naturally rationalized many abnormal behaviors and ignored them, then enjoyed Banxian'er's kindness with peace of mind, treating him as a kind-hearted guy.
But at this time, they had to admit that maybe Banxian was just giving them face and being with their brothers, like dog meat, but no matter what, they had to cross the river.
Following Shuo Yu, like him, they stripped down to their underwear, wrapped their weapons and clothes with oil paper and waterproof cloth, pulled their ferry rope, and carefully began to cross the river.
Dogmeat was docile in his arms. Lately, the old dog has been molting. It's already autumn. Shuoyu walked along the Nu River, wondering if it snowed here in the winter like in the Northeast. Would there be sauerkraut, fat, and dumplings here in the winter? Where would they celebrate Chinese New Year this year? At Jiqipo or Nantianmen?
He hasn't seen winter in Northeast China for a long time.
The deepest part of this bay left Meng Fanle with only one small eye exposed. Even with the rope, it was still not easy to walk, but this was really a way out, and he could get through.
You have to grit your teeth, fight for your life, squint your eyes, and hold on to the person in front of you.
When a wave hit, Doubing had lost most of his bullets. When he was pulled up by Milong and Yaoma, he was punched by Milong again. He didn't even curse because even the tall and strong Milong only had half of his head exposed. He also had to be careful of another wave coming and hitting him again.
Shuo Yu was carrying his weapons and dog meat on his back, and he had to free one hand to pull the veterinarian to prevent the old man from being drowned by the surging Nujiang River.
Just crossing the Nujiang River had already drained most of their strength. They could only bury themselves in the bushes and breathe softly in order to recover their strength as soon as possible. Fortunately, they had been well-nourished and trained for the past few months. A few minutes later, they set off again.
The old man who is over 90 years old and loves drinking tea did not lie, and the little bookworm did not lie either. You just have to believe it, you have to believe it.
Shuoyu put on his clothes again, put on his equipment, and then followed Fanla to camouflage himself with green grass and branches. Even his face was painted black and green. Bitterness burned on their faces.
He had been to the West Bank before, five or six times in the three months since they crossed the river. He was so familiar with the place, but every time he came, it was at night. Today was the first time he came during the day. He suddenly felt a little nervous. Also, because it was daytime, things that were easily overlooked at night could no longer be ignored.
Thirteen of them, along with a dog, were walking along a small path in the woods. It was called a path, but in fact it was only wide enough for one person to pass. Sangmenxing and Yaoma were the vanguards, clearing the way with sickles in hand. They were carefully groping at the foot of Nantianmen and walking along the edge of the woods, so that if they encountered a Japanese patrol, they could immediately escape into the woods.
The road they took prevented them from encountering the Japanese patrol. It was that guy called Kenjiro, who scared them to death every time they saw him. Although he couldn't even speak a complete sentence and could only kneel down and beg for mercy when he saw Sakuyu, he once told them their patrol route, time, etc. so that their people, or he himself, would not be killed by Sakuyu by mistake. He was very kind.
I didn't ask Shuoyu where this came from, or whether it was real or reliable, I just used it.
No one spoke, and apart from the rustling of footsteps, there was almost no sound. The guys present had all experienced those days in Burma, and no one dared to forget them.
This is their land, but it is indeed the Japanese defense zone.
Their leader used a telescope to look at the reverse slope on the Nantianmen not far away. Takeuchi Renzan had built many rat holes on it. It seemed that he had really put in a lot of effort and had not been idle all day. Just like them, there was still a lot of cover facing Henglan Mountain or their position, but the reverse slope was in full view. He even saw a few guys kicking each other's butts as a game.
Sakuyu didn't use a telescope, but he always carried it with him, just like he was not hungry but he always carried food with him. He handed his telescope to Fanla and asked him to look at it. He didn't understand why Old Takeuchi did this. He was really clueless about fighting, but he didn't know anything about it.
"I already have thick skin, why do I need a thick butt?"
"Young Master, I guess it's a bridgehead, right? Even if we fight our way back to the west bank, they can still hold the hilltop and cut off our road."
"The American reconnaissance planes think so too."
Si La Si La squatted down, looking at the reverse slope, not knowing what he was thinking. Shuo Yu was very curious, just looked at him and said to him to squat down as well.
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