Bu La yelled for numbness at the top of his lungs, and Mi Long pulled his deputy shooter Dou Bing with his big hand and ran together.
Li Wula was still the vanguard following in front of Long Wenjian. The bullets burned his snake butt and made him scream and shout, "It's over, it's over!"
"Run, run! If you don't run, you'll die here. If you can't even run, what the hell are you supposed to do?"
Shuo Yu listened to his captain's speech with a mixture of accents from all over the country. He didn't know why he wanted to laugh even though it was a very serious matter. He immediately raised his hand and slapped himself. This was not a joke.
Ah Yi did not forget to shout out tactical moves at this time, he was quite conscientious and ran very fast, but he liked to be soft again,
Shuoyu pulled him without any amusement, pushed him to continue running, and then he disappeared from Shuoyu's sight in a flash.
They rushed for almost the entire night, and Shuo Yu was always at the rear of the team, firing mercilessly at the enemies behind them, taking good care of their rear ends and reducing their casualties.
The next morning, they stood on the hillside and watched as thick black smoke rose from the airfield they had just left. It was their allies burning things, and now they really had nothing left. Fortunately, Shuoyu had some things with him before leaving, so he managed to make a small profit.
These allies who spoke well would rather burn their supplies and then surrender to the Japanese with a dignified manner while beating tambourines and holding up white flags, rather than give them the supplies.
Just like capitalists would rather pour milk into the river than give a sip to the poor.
Silence spread among them. Shuo Yu leaned against a tree, next to him was the only heavy weapon left in their team.
Cui Yong, the bearded man, was forced to abandon his gun in the damn forest because he couldn't bear the weight. It was blown up by a grenade.
They were out of breath and just wanted to take a short rest. It seemed that they had finally shaken off the Japanese soldiers who were following them like shadows and got a hard-earned rest time. Compared with them who were running towards the mountain in a panic, the Japanese soldiers cared more about their allies.
Shuo Yu shook the kettle gently. There was no water in it. He stood up and walked to each person and fed them the broken biscuit crumbs. Now they only had the crumbs to eat.
"Don't swallow it, hold it in your mouth and dissolve it with your saliva so it goes down better."
Shuoyu was the only one who still had the strength to move up and down.
After such a crushing defeat, all the cannon fodder's memories of their previous escapes came to the surface again. Fanla's mouth began to emit poisonous gas again. Kang Ya leaned against a big tree, tears of despair flowing from the corners of his eyes, which was quite sad. However, when he saw the biscuit crumbs in Shuoyu's hand, he was more energetic than anyone else.
"Hey, did you see that? They surrendered again~"
The regimental commander was looking through binoculars in one hand, and his other hand never let go of his 75 rifle. Of course he knew, he was not blind.
Shuo Yu glanced at the silent leader and stuffed the biscuit into Fanla's mouth to stop him from saying anything mean. He ignored Fanla's angry glare.
“Pah, pah, pah—!”
"What are you feeding me?!"
Shuo Yu looked down and realized that he had given the wrong thing. The one in his right hand was the biscuit crumbs, while the one in his left hand was a handful of dirt that he had grabbed for some reason. He smiled embarrassedly.
"My brain isn't very good. I gave it to the wrong person."
"Why do I think you did it on purpose?" Meng Fan raised an eyebrow and looked at Banxian'er who was also listless but still straightened his back to feed him biscuit crumbs.
"I just want you to take back what's in your mind and don't say it out loud." Shuo Yu glanced at him and told the truth.
"Why? You won't let me say it, but I, the young master, insist on saying it!"
Meng Fanle looked at Banxianer. He didn't understand, he didn't understand a hundred thousand times. What was Banxianer doing? Why was he defending their fake leader who came out of nowhere?
Shuo Yu just looked at him, sighed, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.
"Go ahead and say it. I don't care. Just say whatever you want to say. We are all listening, right?"
The strong guys made some meaningless sounds of flattery, cooperating with Shuo Yu, and turned their eyes, which were also full of various negative emotions, to Meng Fan.
More than three hundred pairs of eyes stared at Fanla's mouth. Finally, Fanla swung his legs, found a broken wooden stake to lean on, closed his eyes, and pretended not to see anything.
He stopped talking, but Long Wenjian, their leader, was about to start talking.
"Look, take a good look! If you want to see more, you'll have to wait until we win a big victory—!"
"What are you looking at? What's so good about it? They would rather burn everything than give us anything. They might as well just fire at us like the Japs did. That way we can still scold them!"
Snake Butt fiddled with the snake fang hanging around his neck and said weakly that he thought the regiment commander asked them to look at the British airport.
"I see Burma being occupied by the British one moment and the Japanese the next. What does that have to do with us? What business is it of ours?"
Shuo Yu patted Kang Ya's head, thinking, "This is a big deal! All our weapons and equipment depend on the Burma Road to be transported here. Without this road, what would you eat and drink? How would you fight the Japanese with a firewood stick?"
But before he could say anything, their leader spoke up. It turned out that they were not asked to look at the ground below, but to look at the sky above.
Doubing looked up obediently, but after looking for a while he didn't see anything.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
