In a moment, he was the dancing "crazy leader" again. The veterinarian was also surprised. Shuo Yu watched him tidy up his clothes while walking, and returned the mess of things on his body to him, including the Mauser pistol, the 75 rifle, and his helmet.
"Well, that team didn't disband? Where are those idiots?" Silasila's face was a little embarrassed, looking at the team in front.
"Captain, you're awake. The team hasn't disbanded. Ayi is leading the team in the front. Milong and the others have formed an assault team. Go to the back and clean up our mess. This will buy us some time."
"Oh, really? That's great, that's great, Meng Quezi is going too?" Long Wenjian narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something, while tidying up his not-so-clean appearance.
"Yes, he can fight, but I can't."
Their leader, relying on his tenacious vitality and the blood Shuoyu fed him, rushed to the front of the team as if nothing had happened, replacing the flustered A Yi, shouting order and "left, right, left".
They really followed his commands, marching in a "left, right, left" rhythm. As he said, "You can't go home alone."
Zenda was getting closer and closer to them.
Their leader walked backwards, not paying attention to his feet, but only to his team, shouting with energy, as if he had regained his vigor.
"Veterinarian, you go in the middle. Napoleon said, 'Let the donkey and the literate man walk in the middle of the procession!'"
His voice could be heard from the front of the team all the way to the end of the team where Shuoyu was, full of energy.
Shuoyu smiled and pushed the veterinarian to the middle, while turning his head to look for Fanla and the others.
Lei Baoer held the veterinarian in one hand and his mother in the other and walked to the middle of the team.
Milong went to the war, because he was sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve, and he had to behave himself. According to him, "he had to behave himself!" But I don't know how long he can behave like a good person.
"If you're not proactive when you go home, there's something wrong with your brain!"
When they finally reached the signpost of the China-Myanmar border, Meng Fanle and his men finally caught up with them. Some of them were covered in dust, but they all had smiles on their faces. Bula was covered with grenades again, as if he was doing some kind of weapons display.
Fanla glanced at Sila and said to Shuoyu,
"We're back."
"Yeah, we're home."
I don't know who made that sign, but it's definitely not official because it's extremely simple. It only has the direction marked in black handwriting and the words "Zhen Da, China" and "Myanmar" written in traditional Chinese characters.
But a sign like this tells everyone something very precious: "We are home."
Almost everyone had a relaxed smile on their face. Shuo Yu glanced at Meng Fanle who was in a trance.
"I told you, the captain will take us home. We're at the Nantian Gate now. After we cross the Xingtian Ferry, we'll be where we came from. Hey, do you think Maodou will still remember me?"
Meng Fanle felt a moment of trance when he thought of the skinny cat with bared teeth and sharp claws. It seemed as if his trip to Myanmar had lasted a lifetime, and everything they had experienced in Zenda before seemed like a lifetime ago. He carefully recalled the few times he and the cat had been peaceful and friendly. His fingers sank into the soft fur, which was the warmth and happiness he could touch with his hands.
It was short and beautiful, because when Maodou realized that it was such a guy touching him, he would immediately stand up and shoot out like a gray bullet, looking for the human he was familiar with, that is, Shuoyu.
Out of some special jealousy, Meng Fanle said,
"He's just a cat, what can he remember?"
Shuo Yu didn't think so. How could Maodou forget him?
The sound of water could be heard, indicating that they were getting closer and closer to the Nu River. They were still in good order, not like they had just suffered a defeat.
But before they could reach Xingtian Ferry, the special forces battalion guarding the river on the opposite side had already blown up Xingtian Ferry with explosives. With a loud bang, both the east and west banks could see it clearly. No one had expected that they were going to Burma to fight the Japanese, but they were blocked by the Japanese at their doorstep.
Now they can only rely on the natural barrier of Nujiang River to hold on. There are only two bamboo rafts on the river bank that have been snatched away by the crowd. This is the only tool they have to cross the river.
A large number of defeated soldiers and common people who were also waiting to cross the Nu River gathered on the bank of the Nu River. Everyone wanted to go up.
Long Wenjian snatched the telescope hanging on Fanla's neck and looked at the other side. Fanla was making sarcastic remarks beside him, because the so-called Sichuan Army Corps he mentioned had already gone back a long time ago, and the rest of them were just cannon fodder who were not recorded in the books. Even if there were nearly a thousand people here, without identification, who would know whether you were Chinese or just a Japanese soldier in disguise?
Regarding Fanla's speech, Silasila only said one sentence, "We are a group of Chinese soldiers who have not yet thrown away our weapons."
Everyone else gathered at the west bank of the Nujiang River and watched helplessly as their only bridge was blown up, with childlike confusion and helplessness on their faces, like a group of children who wanted to go home but were stopped outside by their parents, not knowing what they had done wrong.
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