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Chapter 667: Sword Pointing at the Airport
"boom!"

With a gunshot, a Japanese soldier who suddenly popped out from behind a cover and was about to throw a grenade was shot in the head. The pin in his hand had been pulled out, and the grenade, which had hit his helmet, also fell to the ground as the Japanese soldier fell to the ground.

Several Japanese soldiers hiding behind bunkers nearby suddenly opened their eyes wide when they saw this. They were about to dodge, but the grenade that fell to the ground had already been detonated. With a bang, the shock wave rolled up an air wave, bringing up countless debris, and covering all the Japanese soldiers behind the bunkers.

"Hold on!"

"The devils can't hold on any longer!"

Looking at the front battlefield and the Japanese troops fighting and retreating on the other side, Wang Zhong shouted loudly to remind everyone. At the same time, the sniper rifle in his hand fired another bullet, which penetrated the head of a Japanese major who was waving a knife and commanding the devil soldiers to sprint more than 50 meters away.

One shot into the soul.

As the Japanese lieutenant colonel was shot dead by Wang Zhong, the Japanese army, which had already begun to retreat, immediately fell into chaos.

Ayi lacked experience and was perhaps a little slow, so he failed to seize this excellent opportunity. However, Long Wenjian was a genius in close combat, had extremely rich experience in fighting, and had sharp insight. He immediately led his men and launched a desperate charge against the Japanese.

Grenades were thrown towards the places where there were many Japanese troops as if they were free.

In an instant, the stalemate was broken, and the Japanese retreated screaming in the only direction where there were no enemies.

Long Wenjian and his men kept chasing the Japanese from behind, and Wang Zhong and A Yi also quickly joined the battlefield.

In just a few minutes, the Japanese troops were driven out of their camp.

They had just run less than 500 meters out of the camp when suddenly, fireworks lit up in the woods beside the road. Two Maxim heavy machine guns had been quietly brought to a location that Wang Zhong had already explored by Cui Yong and his men after the attack began. They were set up on the dirt slope beside the road, one on the left and one on the right, forming a crossfire.

When the Japanese troops ran in front of them, Cui Yong and another heavy machine gunner who had been lying in ambush in the woods opened fire at the same time.

The power of a heavy machine gun is unmatched by any other firearm. When in full automatic mode, it can fire one hundred rounds per minute.

In an instant, the Japanese soldiers on the road fell down one after another like wheat being cut.

However, at a distance of more than 20 meters, the power and firing rate of the heavy machine gun would not give them any chance to counterattack.

What's more, Long Wenjian and Wang Zhong were also following closely behind with their men.

In less than two minutes, the road outside the camp leading to Myanmar had turned into a hellish battlefield.

The pungent smell of blood rose to the sky.

An hour later, accompanied by countless explosions, the only 800 remaining defeated soldiers, abandoning all their baggage, took only guns, bullets and enough dry food for three days, and rushed into the mountains and forests in the dark of night.

The previous Japanese military camp had turned into a sea of ​​fire, and all the heavy weapons had been blown up, leaving nothing behind.

An hour later, in a forest twenty miles away.

The defeated soldiers were lying scattered in the open space in the woods, some were leaning against each other in groups of two or three, some were leaning against trees, and some were simply lying on the ground.

The veterinarian and Wang Zhong walked among the fleeing soldiers, treating and bandaging the wounds of the injured.

"The medicine we got from the old British gentleman has run out!" Looking at the last few wounded people, the veterinarian spread his hands helplessly with a frown on his face.

Wang Zhong said: "Help them clean their wounds first, I'll go to the woods to get some herbs."

"Where are you going to get herbs so late at night?" Although the veterinarian was helpless and felt sorry for these kids, the conditions were such and he had no other choice.

“We can’t just ignore it!” Wang Zhong glanced at the wounded soldier, then started searching in the forest with his gun on his back.

On the other side, Long Wenjian, who had just bandaged his wound, was listening to A Yi's report on their current situation: "One hundred and forty-seven people died in this battle, and there are currently eight hundred and seventy-two people alive, including eighty-three seriously injured and more than one hundred and sixty-three slightly injured."

"How many people can travel on their own?" Long Wenjian asked, enduring the pain in his shoulder.

He rushed too hard and fought too violently before, and his wound opened again. The veterinarian has just bandaged it, and although the bleeding has stopped, it still hurts.

Ah Yi said: "Only 806 people!"

"Eight hundred and six people!" Long Wenjian lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

He had already discussed with Wang Zhong how to proceed, but there were still so many wounded soldiers. Those who could move on their own were fine, but those seriously injured who could not travel on their own were a bit difficult to deal with.

"Where's Deputy Battalion Commander Wang?"

"He's treating the wounded with the veterinarian!"

"Oh, right, Wang Zhong just asked Milong and the others to cut down trees and vines, saying that they would be used to make stretchers!"

"Stretcher?" Long Wenjian's eyes lit up. If there was a stretcher, the seriously injured could be taken away.

Nodding, Long Wenjian said to A Yi: "Okay, you've been tired all day, go and have a rest first."

Although Ayi is not yet a qualified commander, he is already a qualified clerk and a qualified logistics manager.

To be honest, Long Wenjian, who now claims to be the commander of the Sichuan Army, is the quartermaster who actually mended the socks, and he is only a lieutenant, at the same rank as Meng Fan.

The two of them are now completely different. Nothing in the world is unpredictable.

Ten minutes later, Wang Zhong came back with a bundle of herbs. They were all common herbs in the mountains and forests. They could stop bleeding and treat external injuries, but the effect was average.

Just like the blackberries that grow everywhere in the mountains of Hunan, Sichuan and other places, chewing the young leaves into pieces in your mouth, and applying the juice to the wound also has the effect of stopping bleeding.

After the veterinarian finished applying medicine to the last few wounded soldiers, Wang Zhong came to Long Wenjian.

"I've been waiting for you to come back. The main force of the Japanese army is still marching towards Nantianmen. This place is too close to Nantianmen, and we can't spend the night here." As soon as Long Wenjian saw Wang Zhong, he stood up impatiently and spoke quickly.

Long Wenjian thought about it and decided that the farther away from Nantianmen, the better. Wang Zhong said, "The brothers have been fighting for a whole day and have hardly rested. They are exhausted. Let them rest for a while. We will set off after twelve o'clock."

"We don't have much dry food left!" Long Wenjian said with a serious expression.

"There are so many Japanese soldiers there. When we get to the airport, all the supplies they have stored there will be ours."

"The Japanese must have a large number of troops stationed near the airport. We only have so many people. Can we take advantage of them if we go over there?"

Long Wenjian was a little nervous. Although he had been fighting smoothly these days, he knew in his heart that their fighting power was no match for the Japanese. The reason why they had won all the battles along the way was mainly because the scout Wang Zhong was too powerful, while they had the advantage of time, place and people. They either ambushed, launched a sneak attack, or crushed the enemy with numbers.

If they really encountered the main force of the Japanese army and the two sides fought face to face with real weapons, Long Wenjian would have no confidence in winning with just this group of defeated soldiers.

"Heavy troops?" Wang Zhong chuckled. "Do you think the Japanese have a lot of troops in Burma? A brigade or a division?"

"Uh..." Long Wenjian was stunned by Wang Zhong's question.

"The Japanese are a small country with only a few people. From the northeast to Yunnan, the Japanese have stretched the battle line so far. Even if they want to deploy more troops in Burma, they don't have the conditions to do so."

"I heard that the Japanese troops in Burma now are from the Sakata Regiment."

"It's just a regiment, only about 3,000 to 4,000 people. Even if it's reinforced, it's no more than 5,000 people."

"Now that the Japanese army has won a great victory over the British, American and Chinese allied forces in Burma, their morale is high. With such a great victory, they will definitely want to break through the Nujiang defense line, land in Zenda, and march directly to our southwest hinterland."

"In this case, how many troops do you think they will station at the airport?"

Wang Zhong calmly analyzed the current situation to Long Wenjian.

Long Wenjian is a genius in close combat, and his ability to lead troops in battle is even better than Yu Xiaoqing, but his vision limits his thinking.

Wang Zhong's proposal was equivalent to opening another door for Long Wenjian: "Besiege Wei to save Zhao, attack the enemy and save them. Now the nearest airport to Nantianmen is the British airport. The Japanese army will never leave such a ready-made airport unused. Their weapons, ammunition, daily necessities, etc., not all of them, but certainly a large part of them are transported by plane."

"Maybe the Japanese don't have that many people and the number of troops stationed at the airport is small, but their weapons and equipment are definitely the most sophisticated."

"That's perfect!" Wang Zhong laughed, his eyes sparkling. "If we take down the airport and blow up the Japanese's ammunition depot, we'll see what they can use to cross the river."

Long Wenjian turned his head and looked into the woods, his eyes sweeping over the defeated soldiers lying in all directions, his face solemn: "I promised them that I would take them home."

Wang Zhong knew what Long Wenjian was worried about. With the limited manpower and equipment they had now, even if they really got to the British airport and took it over, they would definitely not be able to defend it. Moreover, it was still unknown how many of their people would be left after taking over the airport.

"Although I don't like Yu Xiaoqing very much, what he said is indeed true. To die on the battlefield, wrapped in horsehide, is the fate of soldiers like me."

"Let's not talk about those big principles. Some sacrifices are inevitable." Wang Zhong knew that most of them might be sacrificed on the way to the airport.

"But there are always casualties in war! Don't they know that if they follow us to the airport, they will most likely die there?"

"But they still followed us without hesitation."

“Because they knew in their hearts that what awaited them at Nantianmen was not the chance to cross the river and return home, but the bullets and butcher knives of the Japanese army.

Only by following Wang Zhong and Long Wenjian can there be a glimmer of hope.

Because these two men led them all the way from the airport to Nantianmen, and fought more than a dozen battles with the Japanese army, big and small, and never lost. This group of defeated soldiers, whether they were veterans or recruits, admired the two men to the extreme.

Soldiers eat food, and many of them did not want to be soldiers in the beginning, but were just conscripted. However, as they fled all the way, they were chased to Yunnan by the Japanese like rabbits, far away from their homeland, and lived in shelters, with no food to eat, like the walking dead.

But the defeated soldiers are also human beings, they have emotions and desires as well. Now, because of the Japanese devils, they have been separated from their wives and children, forced to leave their homeland, and wander around, without a fixed place to live. They have become a group of ghosts wandering on this land.

This group of defeated soldiers, like Meng Fanle and Ayi, had actually always dreamed of winning a battle, a big victory, and avenging their previous humiliation in front of the Japanese army.

Wang Zhong looked at Long Wenjian, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, saying, "You haven't slept for several days. Take a rest now and recuperate. Don't collapse before we get to the airport."

Along the way, Long Wenjian was like an indestructible cockroach. He kept jumping up and down, constantly gathering the fleeing soldiers, constantly cheering them up, constantly leading his men to fight against the Japanese army, being vigilant against Japanese scouts who might sneak up at any time, and trying his best to prevent anyone from falling behind.

"You're still talking, you said I'm really a little tired!"

After all, Long Wenjian is not made of iron, and his flesh and blood body has its limits. Even Wang Zhong cannot completely avoid sleep, let alone Long Wenjian.

"You go to sleep first, I'll go to keep watch. I'll call you when the time is up!" Long Wenjian leaned against a pine tree, closed his eyes for just a few breaths, and then fell into a deep sleep. He had been awake for several days and his mind was extremely tense. His body had long been exhausted to the extreme. He only dared not relax because the main force of the Japanese army was pressing on him.

Although they have not yet completely escaped, they have still pulled themselves out of the quagmire of Nantianmen. Everyone has hope of survival, and the stone that had been hanging in their hearts has fallen to the ground. They relax their minds, which led to them falling into a deep sleep as soon as they closed their eyes and took a few breaths.

Late at night, twelve o'clock!

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, the stars are hidden, and strands of silvery light shine through the gaps between the branches and leaves into the forest.

More than 800 people who were resting in the woods were awakened one after another. Twenty minutes later, everyone lined up and, under the leadership of Long Wenjian, continued on their journey under the moonlight.

More than 800 people, not 80, nor 8. With so many people on the road, the noise would naturally be considerable. Now that Myanmar has been occupied by the Japanese army, God knows when the Japanese planes will fly over their heads.

So Wang Zhong and Long Wenjian discussed it and decided to make a slight adjustment to the plan. They would hide during the day and travel at night. They would rest in the woods during the day and continue their journey at night after dark.

Wang Zhong took several members of the assault team to act as scouts, exploring the way ahead for the main force. Meng Fanle led a team of veterans to cover the rear, and Long Wenjian commanded the main force in the middle of the team, maintaining order while brainwashing these defeated soldiers and calming their emotions.

Dozens of seriously injured people were carried on stretchers and walked in the middle of the team.

Because the days are long and the nights are short, it's not like when we left the airport before, where we had to travel day and night.

In order to hide their tracks, it took them four full nights to get from Nantianmen to the vicinity of the British airport.

It was not until the early morning of the fifth day that Long Wenjian led a large force to rest in a valley ten miles away from the British airport.