The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Long Wenwen went to find Milong. He wanted to resolve his grievances with Milong. This was also obtained by Xia Yuan's consent. The two of them were like happy friends, their personalities looked very similar.

The routs are arranged in such an important place as the warehouse. The biggest reason is that there is an isolation net here, which can restrict the activities of the routs. The British are also worried that this group of Chinese will rob their airport and supplies. , There are a lot of supplies in their airport.

After taking a bath, Milong changed into a clean British military uniform, holding a Bren style and staring at the isolation net in a trance. Long Wenwen walked up to him, circled around him a few times, and walked to the fence again. After driving for a few meters, he came back and kicked Milong, kicking Milong all over the place.

Milong stood up furiously and looked at Long Wenwen: "I know we don't like anyone."

Long Wenwen seemed to deliberately provoke Milong's anger, and said grinningly: "The Northeast guy just doesn't know how to fight. Like that Li Wula, he wasted money and bullets."

Milong stared at him, wanting to use Xia Yuan to suppress him: "It's useless for you to say that, the leader hasn't said anything yet."

Long Wenwen smiled, and continued to talk: "I killed four with half a magazine, and you killed one with a magazine. In this way, when you hit the northeast, the punched magazines are enough to pile up Shanhaiguan."

Mi Long stared at Long Wenwen in silence, his lips whispered, "I have never used a machine gun."

Long Wenwen stepped forward, grabbed Milong's gnarled muscles behind him, and patted his shoulder: "The body is a machine gun body, and the accuracy is good, but why do you have to shoot in succession? The first two shots hit, and the back shot What's wrong, is there a grudge against God, or is the plane of the Japanese devils coming?"

Mi Long said suspiciously: "Machine guns are fired in bursts!"

"Who told you that the machine gun must be fired continuously?"

Long Wenwen took Milong's gun, lay down on the ground, and pulled the trigger continuously. The gunshots rang out, and the bullets whizzed out of the chamber. He shouted: "Short, short, short!"

Long Wenwen was well-trained in pulling the trigger. Every time he fired a short burst of two to four rounds, he said three short bursts, and three stones were smashed to pieces. Long Wenwen's powerful machine guns attracted Milong. Looking at the shattered stone, he realized that the guy was teaching himself.

Long Wenwen stood up, holding the machine gun in his hand: "This is the Bren type, which is the same as the Czech type used in our country. It is the gun we can handle the most, and it is also the gun that little devils hate. It seems that the head of the group is too. Seeing that you are a good person, I let you carry the gun. I have the same idea as the leader. Do you want to learn a few tricks to use this gun?"

Mi Long didn't speak, because he had already admired Long Wenwen.

Meng Fanle dragged his injured leg and was limping along the road. The weird short dot of 'da da' and 'da da' attracted him. After walking not far, he saw Milong interrupting him with a short dot. The branch in the distance, this guy is more ruthless than Long Wenwen. Because of his big arm, he shoots in a kneeling position, with his left hand holding the body of the gun, and the recoil of the whole gun is fully applied to his right arm. Don't care about Bren's recoil.

Long Wenwen had finished his tutorial, and was sitting on the sidelines watching the excitement. Fan Milong was indeed a natural machine gunner.

He found Meng Fan again and watched him limping over.

Meng Fanran stopped beside Milong and looked at him: "I heard from the head of the group that my leg can be cured this time, and more than half of it is due to you. The operation will be performed this afternoon."

"Oh, okay." Long Wenwen glanced at Meng Fan, and continued to stare at Milong's short point.

Meng got annoyed and wanted to leave, but still felt the need to say something to Long Wenwen: "Thank you."

"The leg is healed, don't fall behind, orderly, within three meters."

Long Wenwen reminded Meng Fan again.

Meng got annoyed, looked at Long Wenwen, and then at Mi Long who was practicing with a gun, and limped away with a rotten leg.

In front of the warehouse, Xia Yuan sits on a stool basking in the sun. This is a rare leisure time. My regiment leader, my regiment world is one of the few worlds where you can relax. It is mainly reflected in human nature. After the rout, lost One's own soul, during the Anti-Japanese War, there were countless routs who lost their souls. Unlike Shangganling and Changjin Lake, it focused on the cruelty of the war and the greatness of the volunteer army.

The group of rout soldiers with nothing to do in front of them pulled Xia Yuan from the heroic Shangganling to the perspective of ordinary soldiers at the beginning of the War of Resistance.

Abandoning the heroic volunteer army, my regiment leader and my regiment faded away, leaving only misery.

After the soldiers took a bath, they changed into new military uniforms. With a smile on their faces, Yao Ma patted the shoes on his feet, grinning almost behind his ears, and said happily: "Turtle son, The clothes of the British are comfortable, and they don't hurt the body."

Bu La said: "That's right, the clothes are soft to the touch, very nice."

Xia Yuan watched the conversation of the rout soldiers with a smile on his face.

Not far away, the old gentleman commander hurried over in a jeep, followed by his English translator. After getting out of the car, the old gentleman came to Xia Yuan, "You promised us that your subordinates will help us strengthen our defenses. Fortification!"

Meng Fan came over and looked at Xia Yuan unexpectedly.

Xia Yuan opened his eyes, stood up and looked at the old gentleman in front of him, and said in not very broken English: "My regiment has just experienced the battle last night, and now it needs to rest. tomorrow."

The old gentleman heard what he meant from Xia Yuan's broken English, and said, "I hope you can keep your promise."

Xia Yuan replied: "You should pray that we can rest better. I don't know if the Japanese devils will give us this time. Why don't you send some of your coffee and so on, and we can help you on duty at night."

The old gentleman rolled his eyes, "I need to strengthen the defenses of the airport."

Xia Yuan: "That's impossible. They need to take a good rest. And we are soldiers, not plasterers. We will take the initiative to attack after we rest."

As the saying goes, offense is the best defense.

Instead of staying at the airport and worrying about when the Japanese devils will appear, it is better to take the initiative and take the choice into your own hands.

The old gentleman looked at Xia Yuan in astonishment, and said, "Madman! There are as many Japanese devils as a forest that can move! You only have so few people, you will die!"

"It's our business whether we die or not! Maybe we are crazy, but the Japanese devils are even more crazy. Two teams dare to attack the airport. The only way to deal with such crazy people is that we are crazier than them! The two teams dare to attack the airport." Attack the airfield! Ten of us are going to attack their wing! My regiment has 300 men!"

Xia Yuan said: "Offense is the best defense! Instead of passive defense, it is better to take the initiative to attack! We still have a chance, instead of huddling in the airport like a turtle!"

The old gentleman found that bringing a translator was useless, he understood Xia Yuan's meaning, "God, they are going to commit suicide, I'm going to contact their commander, God bless this damn communication so that I can reach them smoothly Their commander, I must tell their commander about this."

"There is no commander, and I am their commander." Xia Yuan said calmly: "The Japanese army has already chased after them. You stay here and wait to die. Two small Japanese troops can beat you down. Next time the Japanese army of the two squads can beat you down, instead of waiting to die here, it is better to take the initiative to attack."

The old gentleman didn't say anything more, and left with his men.

Meng Fan limped over and said, "You want to take us to death as if you were dead. We only have [-] people, so you won the battle once."

He seemed to be reminding Xia Yuan, "This is Dimian, surrounded by Japanese devils."

Xia Yuan looked at him: "Because this is Burma, surrounded by Japanese devils, we should attack instead of staying here, and when the British retreat, use us as a stepping stone for their retreat, you don't know What's going to happen to these Brits, but I know."

Xia Yuan's eyes were deep: "Two squads of Japanese soldiers can take down the airport. Similarly, if there are two more squads of Japanese soldiers, the group of British guys will definitely not be able to defend them. They will be defeated by the Japanese devils. Ours The flanks will be exposed to the guns of the Japanese devils."

Xia Yuan turned his head to look at Meng Fan, and continued: "Have you heard this sentence before? We are not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs. If we guard the airport with these British guys, we will only die more." quick."

Meng Fan fell into silence.

Xia Yuan looked at the resting soldiers and continued: "The British guys are delaying the time now, delaying the retreat time. They say they want to guard the airport, but in fact they only want to keep us and wait until their plane arrives. When they arrive, they will retreat, and we will be abandoned by them and become their retreating troops. Don't underestimate these British guys. You can ask dead, dead, how did the expeditionary army fail? Watching the expeditionary army crumble."

"You can also ask those expeditionary troops who joined and were defeated in the regiment, and ask how they were tricked by the British."

"Go and rest. You will have an operation in the afternoon. After the operation, rest for another day, and we will start to retreat."

Xia Yuan looked at the rout soldiers, as if he was talking to Meng Fan, or to the rout soldiers: "Burma can't stay anymore, the joining of the rout soldiers did not reverse the Burma war, they were just to cover The elite retreat, those routs are those who have been abandoned by their superiors, whether it is Yu Xiaoqing’s superiors, or the entire KMT’s superiors, they only have their own elites in their eyes, not those routs.”

Meng Fanle opened his mouth, and seeing Xia Yuan's eyes gradually closing after sitting down again, he limped away.

Not long after Meng Fanle left, Long Wenwen came again. He was selling his plan to Xia Yuan, fighting guerrillas in Burma, just like the anti-Japanese armed forces behind the enemy. The strength of the Japanese army delayed or even brought down the empty rear defense of the Japanese army.

And they relied on the airport to obtain supplies from the British and Yankees.

It sounds good, but the broken soldiers in the team have experienced the failure of the Burma War, and they have no hope of winning this battle, and the British are also withdrawing to their favorite India. The last batch of Myanmar.

The British allies at the airport behind them are "enthusiastically" contacting the headquarters, just to verify the identities of Long Wenwen and Xia Yuan. Their artillery has been bombarding the remote deep forest where the Japanese army is said to be hoarding. As for the Japanese devils, this is unknown.

Xia Yuan understands that this is the last bombardment by the British. Regardless of whether there are Japanese troops within the target range, their task is to consume all the shells that cannot be taken away. Shells were sent to their Chinese allies.

In the afternoon, under artillery bombardment, Meng Fanle's operation began. A group of broken soldiers in the shelter, including Ayi, Milong, Bula, and Yaoma, gathered together and waited quietly.

"What's the rush? It's just a minor operation. The military doctor needs to cut off the necrotic flesh, clean it up, and then replace it with new medicine. The process is very simple."

Veterinarian Hao said from the side.

Yaoma said, "Since you know, why don't you help Fanla clean up the wound?"

Veterinarian Hao looked embarrassed: "It's not that the conditions are not good. After cleaning the wound, it needs to be disinfected and sterilized. There are also those anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers. Where can I get them? I sold you all, and you can't afford his medicine."

Bula smiled and said, "So, Fanla's leg is worth more than all of us."

Veterinarian Hao patted him: "How can this be the same? He is a wounded person. If you are injured, you need to use this kind of medicine. As long as you have it, the team leader will definitely not care about these medicines. Isn't the medicine just to save people?" of."

Meng Fanle's operation did not last long. His leg was stabbed with a bayonet. Because there was no medicine, the wound festered and the flesh was necrotic. If left untreated for a long time, he would face the risk of amputation. People's medical technology is relatively developed, and they have a complete range of medicines. The only military doctor in the Sichuan Army, Veterinary Hao, can't do anything about it, but any military doctor in the British Army can treat this kind of knife wound. The knife wound is the simplest. The gun also needs a knife to remove the bullet.

After coming out, Meng Fanle showed a long-lost smile on his face, and he felt that today's sunshine was warmer.

The broken soldiers rushed forward and asked Fanla how he was feeling. Fanla pulled up his trousers and pointed to his bandage-wrapped legs and said, "I don't feel anything, just take a nap and it will be fine. They also gave me some medicine, once every three days. Just change the dressing and wait until the wound heals."

The broken soldiers were happy that Meng Fanle had healed his leg injury, and Meng Fanle was grateful to Xia Yuan. This rotten leg was able to regain a new life. Thanks to Xia Yuan's help, without Xia Yuan, his rotten leg would be Many amputations.