Chapter 29: Passerby, is there anyone who can help me bury my father-in-law?



The one burning things was Dong Dao, a Sichuanese man who spoke in Yunnan dialect and wore a French helmet on his head. He was burning his younger brother Dong Jian.

Shuo Yu took a look but didn't go over. He was still trying his best to gather the defeated soldiers with the limited food they had.

Fanla followed curiously.

"The Japanese can see you burning three mountains like this." Si La Si La squatted in front of the burning thing and said sincerely,

"There are only three mountains left. Their vanguard is right behind us. They'll bite us any way they can. My brother was killed by their scouts."

Dong Dao said this expressionlessly while using a stone to knock the ashes that had clumped together due to the insufficient temperature of the flames. He then broke them up and put them into a cloth bag and tied it around his waist.

It is always easier to fool one person than a group of people, so Long Wenjian said, let this guy go with them and go back to Yunnan. This guy even speaks Yunnan dialect!

"He said the mountain wind here is very harmful. He said he wanted to go back to Sichuan. I want to go back to Sichuan. My father and I are working as a horse caravan here. My brother and mother are in Sichuan. We just met in Myanmar this time."

I was tired and leaned aside to watch, watching to death, fooling people,

"Do you want to kill some of the guys who killed your brother?"

The same local accent always sounds closer,

Dong Dao did not speak, but just took his own knife and followed their leader. When Si La passed by Fan La, he hit him.

"Go find some guys who can still fight."

Then he put his hand to his mouth and shouted at Shuoyu,

"Banxian'er, find a few people who can still fire guns and save some bullets!"

Shuoyu looked at him, not knowing what he was going to do, but still pulled Bu La, Yao Ma, Li Wula, and the others went over,

Originally, he wanted to drag Milong along, but that bastard said that he was rich now and didn't want to be fooled by Si La Si La, so he refused to go. Shuo Yu had no choice but to take the bean cake away. While Milong was not looking over here because of guilt, he also took away a few cans of food and a handful of candy.

The night is quiet, the moon is on the treetops,

Using the Japanese's tricks to fight the Japanese, I have to say this method is simply great!

Shuo Yu hid in a tree, disguised himself, holding a light machine gun in his hand, staring at the unconscious Japanese scouts passing by him without blinking, and patiently waited for the commander's order.

Not far away, facing them, the bearded Cui Yong had another nine-two, the same one that Shuo Yu had.

Several familiar faces were hidden in the woods. These were the guys Shuoyu would give some extra food from time to time. Kang Ya, who was squatting on a branch next to him, looked nervous. He muttered, "I still prefer driving." Shuoyu told him that he would find him a car to drive after he returned this time.

Shuo Yu held the gun tightly in his hand. On another tree not far from them were Fanla and Sila.

Ayi did not participate in this battle, because he had to maintain order in the team. After all, he was the battalion commander. Although he wanted to participate in such a battle,

The sound of birds came from somewhere in the jungle. Shuo Yu was sure that this time it was real bird calls, but he didn't know whether it tasted good or not, or whether he could eat it. There shouldn't be any wildlife protection law now, right?

Shuo Yu was thinking about whether to improve the food in the evening, roasted birds would be delicious, when suddenly their leader's strange cry came to his ears, reminding them and scaring the Japanese soldiers.

A squad of Japanese scouts completely entered their encirclement. Shuo Yu raised his gun and fired, trying not to waste his bullets.

In just less than a minute, there were no more Japanese soldiers standing alive within his sight. One of them panicked and tried to run away, but the guy who had just joined them chased him and stabbed him through with a big knife. He also twisted his body to make sure that the other person was completely dead.

This was Dong Dao's first murder.

"Xiaojian, kill another one."

Shuo Yu fell down from the tree and started to pick up equipment. He sighed and said, no wonder the Japanese soldiers like to climb trees. It is really convenient. Facing the unsuspecting enemies, he can only use his head to receive their bullets. All of them are in vain.

Because of the inaction of the defeated soldiers before, Shuoyu and his team's actions were so smooth that it was unbelievable. The leader led them in such battles several times that night until the enemy scouts began to understand that their team was a team that they did not dare to provoke.

They never saw the Japanese scouts again, which made their return journey much smoother.

"What's your name?" Long Wenjian was a little interested in this guy and asked.

"Dong Dao."

"So what's your brother's name?"

"Dong Jian."

"How many people have you slashed with this knife?"

"No, this is martial arts, and it's my first time." Dong Dao looked at the knife on his back a little embarrassedly, and touched the cloth bag on his waist with one hand.

"Wait, are you still going back to Sichuan?"

"I'll go with you."

Dong Dao's eyes were filled with determination. From that moment on, this silent and somewhat cute guy had decided that Long Wenjian was the one who was most interested in him.

A Sichuanese man who spoke Yunnan dialect joined Shuoyu and the others. A few hours later, he also had his own nickname, "Death Star", because except for taking a bath, he would tie his brother's ashes to his body no matter what he did.

When Shuoyu passed by him, he took a look at him. He was a very taciturn person, just like the local mountain people. Before Shuoyu came to Myanmar, he had seen many such guys on the streets of Zenda. When passing by, he put a candy in his hand and looked at the big knife on his back. There was a dark red cloth tied to the handle of the knife.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!

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