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Chapter 686 A Gift to the Guerrillas

"Amitabha!" Master Shihang put his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said, "Does the donor want to find the guerrillas for something?"

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "To be honest, Master, a month ago, I led the brothers of the Sichuan Army to ambush many Japanese in Myanmar and seized a large amount of equipment. However, we were limited in number and could not bring so many weapons and equipment, so we destroyed most of them and hid some of them separately."

"When I was in the north, I dealt with the guerrillas in northwestern Shanxi several times. I know your situation. I think this batch of weapons and equipment should be of some help to you!"

"Of course it helps!" This time, before Master Shihang could speak, a middle-aged man with a green cloth wrapped around his head could not wait to speak: "Since we dare to go up the mountain to fight guerrilla warfare with the devils, we are not afraid of sacrifice. It's just that our weapons and equipment are too backward. We are no match for the devils. Usually we can only pick on the lone devils to bully."

"If we can get a large amount of weapons and ammunition, we can recruit more people to join the guerrillas."

As the middle-aged man spoke, a look of longing appeared on his face: "We can cause greater damage to the devils, and sooner or later, we can drive them out of China and Burma!"

"Amitabha!" Master Shihang clasped his hands together and bowed to Cao Lin, then said, "Where are the weapons that the layman mentioned? How many are there exactly?"

Wang Zhong said: "We originally captured a lot of pheasant necks, but the pheasant necks were not convenient for a quick march, so we blew them up. Now we only have a light machine gun and three rifles, as well as a large amount of ammunition and grenades."

"We were on a forced march at the time, so we didn't have time to count how many weapons we had."

"But even in the smallest of these strongholds, there are dozens of rifles and plenty of ammunition, which should last you a while."

"As for the location! We hid these weapons in several places, and there is one near the South Heaven Gate."

"Nantianmen?" Master Shihang and the man with the green cloth wrapped around his head looked at each other and asked, "I wonder where the Nantianmen is?"

Wang Zhong knew the concerns of several people, so he smiled and said: "Master Shihang, and this old man, relax, it's not above Nantianmen."

"But the area around Nantianmen is heavily guarded by Japanese troops. Even if we are not too close, we may be discovered by the Japanese."

"Amitabha!" Master Shihang said, "We are in urgent need of weapons and ammunition right now. If we can get this batch of guns and ammunition, we can't miss it no matter what."

Although Master Shihang is a monk who looks kind and gentle and speaks softly, he has already seen life and death.
At night, Wang Zhong led several guerrillas and, taking advantage of the cover of darkness, quietly groped towards the direction of Nantianmen again.

While walking in the woods, Cao Lin suddenly raised his hand to stop, then immediately squatted down. The guerrillas behind him immediately followed suit, and without Wang Zhong's reminder, they spontaneously hid behind the nearest cover.

"No, this forest is too quiet."

"Everyone stay here first. Master Shihang, come with me to take a look!"

Wang Zhong handed the gun to Master Shihang beside him, drew two short knives from his waist, held them upside down in his hands, bent his body, and continued to move forward carefully in the woods, with Master Shihang following closely behind him.

Wang Zhong stopped after walking for more than 20 steps, pointed at two large trees about 10 steps away and whispered, "There may be scouts of the cabinet on those trees. Master, help me set up my gun, and I will go over and take a look."

"Donor, be careful!" Master Shihang nodded immediately, and did not forget to remind Wang Zhong in a low voice to be careful.

Wang Zhong held two swords in his hands, like a black ghost. Under the cover of night, he quietly moved towards the two big trees that he had noticed were abnormal. Before he got close, Cao Lin heard three breathing sounds coming from the trees, and there was another one under the big tree.

Cao Lin, holding two swords, walked closer and closer until he was less than ten meters away from two big trees. Cao Lin stopped, took a deep breath, contracted his anus, bent his legs, and then suddenly burst out. The whole person shot out like a cannonball, and in an instant he crossed a distance of ten meters. He stepped on the head of the scout on the ground, and the true energy in his body burst out with all his strength.

With a dull bang, the head of the Japanese soldier crawling on the ground exploded on the spot. Wang Zhong also took advantage of the force of his step and suddenly flew up the tree. He threw the two daggers in his hands as soon as he discovered the enemy.

With two "swish" sounds, the sharp blade pierced through the throat.

Wang Zhong also came to the last Japanese sentry on the tree, and the moment the sentry appeared in front of Wang Zhong, Wang Zhong broke his neck.

Several corpses immediately fell from the tree like dumplings. Master Shihang came up at the right time and searched the corpses.

Guns, ammunition and most importantly dry food were all looted by the guerrillas.

After successively destroying three groups of Japanese scouts, everyone came to the place where Wang Zhong and his men had buried their guns.

Looking at the guns and ammunition that were dug out, the guerrillas could no longer hide their smiles on their faces.

"We have to fight quickly and decisively. If so many scouts lose contact, it will definitely alert the Japanese army!"

"Amitabha, Donor Wang is right, we have to leave quickly."

Everyone's opinions were surprisingly unanimous.

One man carried three or five guns and was covered in bullet belts, and he quickly returned along the same route.

It was not until they were seven or eight miles away from the South Heaven Gate that they saw that there were no pursuers behind them, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Captain Wang, you are really amazing. You can reach such a long distance in no time. You can jump four or five meters high from under the tree..."

Along the way, after listening to Master Shihang's story about Wang Zhong's clearing out of those teams of Japanese scouts, the guerrillas immediately became Wang Zhong's fans and asked him the reason why Wang Zhong was so powerful.

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "I started practicing martial arts when I was three years old. My master even praised me as a martial arts prodigy. Even so, I practiced for a full twenty-four years to achieve my current level of skill."

Not long after, at the guerrilla base in the mountains, there were several piles of rifles in the cave, all of which were Type 38 rifles. On the straw pile inside, there were several wooden boxes, but now the contents of the boxes had been cleared out, and now they were filled with the ammunition dug out from under the noses of the Japanese this time.

Wang Zhong was at the entrance of the cave, explaining the essentials of shooting to a few guerrillas.

The guerrillas hung stones on the left and right sides of the gun muzzles, held their guns with the butts lowered to their shoulders and the muzzles pointed at targets more than ten meters away, practicing their eyesight and accuracy in a straight line between three points.

It’s not that they don’t dare to shoot, but there is no need for the time being.

"The so-called three points in one line means the crosshairs, the sight above the muzzle, and the most important target appear on the same line."

The guerrillas kept adjusting, trying to quickly master the essentials of shooting.

Wang Zhong did not stay too long because of this group of guerrillas. He gave them weapons and taught them how to set traps using suitable terrain.

Wang Zhong left the mountains where the guerrillas were located alone.

One early morning ten days later, Cao Lin returned to the east coast, to the Jiqipo, and handed Long Wenjian a brand new map.

"It's just been drawn, but I can't guarantee that the contents are all true."

"Thank you for your hard work. Boss Wang is a great contributor and hero to our Sichuan Army."

Long Wenjian’s mouth was almost stretched to the corners of his eyes due to his smile.

"Okay, stop wasting your breath on these flattering words." Wang Zhong said, "What happened to those Japanese soldiers?" "We killed a few of them, and two committed suicide by the river last night." Speaking of those Japanese soldiers, Long Wenjian showed a look of being unsatisfied.

Wang Zhong looked Long Wenjian up and down, pretending to be curious and asked, "You committed suicide already? It's been less than half a month. What did you do to him? Why did the devil choose to commit suicide rather than surrender?"

"What can I do?" Long Wenjian said innocently, "Isn't it just to let the brothers of our regiment take turns to fight them? I didn't expect that they couldn't hold on in just ten days."

"I originally thought that they could at least hold out for a month. If I could take all these new recruits and train them a few times, they would become braver and wouldn't know what fear is when they see the devils on the battlefield again."

"Ideals are full of hope!" Wang Zhong said with a chuckle, "But reality is very skinny."

"By the way, during the few days you were away, Yu Datiexue came to our Jiqipo several times. He even came to ask if you had returned yesterday afternoon!"

"Yu Xiaoqing?" Wang Zhong asked, "What does he want from me?"

Long Wenjian said: "How should I know? I'm not a worm in his stomach."

"Do you know who I met on the other side?" Wang Dian nodded, changed the subject, and started talking to Long Wenjian about what happened on the other side.

"Devils?" Long Wenjian asked tentatively.

"If you were a devil, why would I tell you?"

"Who is that?"

Wang Zhong looked around, then leaned over to Long Wenjian's ear and said, "Guerrillas."

Long Wenjian's eyes widened immediately, and he looked at Wang Zhong in disbelief, wanting to confirm with Wang Zhong again: "Guerrillas?"

"Why are they on the opposite side?"

Wang Zhong said: "It's not about how they are on the other side, but the other side needs their presence."

"Now the whole of Myanmar is basically under the control of the Japanese army, and the other side is naturally no exception. Don't you know the Japanese way of governing? They use the simplest and crudest methods."

“The guerrillas naturally came into being.”

Long Wenjian nodded thoughtfully.

"I gave them the guns and ammunition we had buried near the Nantian Gate."

"Just give it to them. We won't be using it anyway. If it's used for a long time, it might get damp and moldy. We might as well give it to them. We can use it to fight the Japanese anyway."

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "It would be great if our superiors could share the same idea as us."

Long Wenjian naturally knew what Wang Zhong meant by this, and he also knew the true faces of those so-called superiors.

"Unless the sky falls!" Long Wenjian said.

The two of them knew very well the moral character of those so-called superiors.

"By the way, how is Milong doing? Are you paying attention to him?"

"How dare I not pay attention to what you told me? His wife's grocery store has already opened. Because the store has a lot of things, a large space, and reasonable prices, it has attracted a lot of business."

Wang nodded again and said nothing more.

"Okay, you stay here and watch. I'm going to the hospital."

Wang Zhong was about to leave the Flag-Sacrificing Hill when suddenly a familiar figure caught his eye.

"Li Liansheng!"

"Here!" Li Liansheng shouted the word with full energy.

"It's really you?" Wang Zhong looked Li Liansheng up and down, then asked:

"Are you all healed?"

"All right!" Li Liansheng said with a smile, "Now I can walk without a cane."

Wang Zhong stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Not bad, now that you are well, then perform well and don't embarrass you Northeasterners."

"I will!"

Wang Zhong did not exchange pleasantries with Li Liansheng, but went straight to the "field hospital"

When the veterinarian saw Wang Zhong, he was like seeing a savior. He immediately went forward and hugged Wang Zhong excitedly: "You are finally back. The hospital's medicine is almost used up. You should think of a solution quickly."

"Go check on the injured first. Even if it's pesticides, there's no rush."

This temporary field hospital has been open for more than a month, but the number of wounded inside has not decreased but increased instead.

The Japanese army launched a sudden attack last time and occupied the position for a short while. At that time, the two sides fought back and forth. Not counting those who were killed, there were many casualties on both sides.

The company led by Bu La rushed to the front, and fortunately there was the sharpshooter Wang Zhong who helped suppress the opponent's heavy firepower, otherwise the losses would have been even greater.

Death and injury are inevitable in war.

There is no need to go to Nantianmen for the time being. The Japanese army will not launch another attack in the short term. Long Wenjian is watching over Jieqipo, so Wang Zhong has more time to spend in the hospital.

Fortunately, all the injuries were treated early in the morning. Wang's important job was to patrol the beds with the veterinarian, paying attention to the changes in each injured person to prevent their injuries from worsening.

Xiaozui naturally became Wang Zhong's assistant. With so many wounded soldiers, each one was a source of learning for Xiaozui. According to Xiaozui's learning progress, Wang Zhong explained to Xiaozui bit by bit the basic battlefield emergency care, first aid, and different treatments for injuries of different degrees.

Xiaozui knew that Wang Zhong’s time was precious, but he was still willing to teach him patiently, so he studied very hard. Even if there was something he didn’t know, he would quietly write it down and find a suitable opportunity to ask Wang Zhong directly.

Half a year passed in a flash. During this period, the Japanese army launched several attacks one after another, but they were all repelled by Yu Xiaoqing. The Jieqipo, where the Sichuan Army was located, was never visited by the Japanese army.

Until this day, early in the morning, not long after dawn, fierce artillery fire rang out, and countless artillery shells covered the defense where the main force was located, as well as the Nantianmen where the Sichuan Army was located.