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Chapter 693 Ambush! Another Ambush

"These books are so heavy. This is not what you usually teach us." Bu La was very puzzled. Now they had to carry these books, which weighed at least fifty or sixty kilograms. Such a heavy burden on each person was a huge drag on their marching speed.

This is also completely opposite to the special operations methods that Wang Zhong usually taught them when training them.

Wang Zhong said: "If we lose our guns, we can rob them again. If we lose our bullets, we can make new ones. But if we lose these books, where can we find them again?"

"After five thousand years of Chinese history, these are the only books left that are worth showing off."

“This is the inheritance of our national culture.”

"If we lose these books, what's the difference between us and the Burmese and Vietnamese?"

Bu La was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Although I don't quite understand it, it sounds very reasonable."

Doubing, who was standing next to him, grinned and said, "I think that makes sense too."

"You know nothing!" Milong next to him said in the tone of a Sichuanese.

The three assault teams were divided into front, middle and rear columns. Meng Fanle and his parents followed Long Wenjian and his team in the middle team. Wang Zhong led the team with Bula, Doubing and Milong to the front, both leading the way and exploring the way.

The third team, consisting of Sangmenxing, Cui Yong and Yaoma, was responsible for covering the rear.

Bu La, wearing a steel helmet, walked in front with Wang Zhong, acting as the vanguard. Dou Bing followed closely behind them, carrying a huge package wrapped in oilcloth on his back.

"You said Fanle's father, why is he like that?" Thinking of how Meng Fanle and his father got along at the Meng family, Bu La couldn't help but ask curiously.

"One is a feudal and old-fashioned patriarch of the old city society, and the other is a young man of the new era who has been to college. The two people have different ideas and concepts."

"What's more, Fanla is no longer just a student soldier who has been to college, but a veteran who has experienced life and death with us in hundreds of battles."

"Damn it, that son of a bitch, he's not even afraid of the Japs' bullets, but he's afraid of his dad."

“Aren’t you afraid of your father?” Wang Zhong glanced at him and said lightly.

"Why should I be afraid of what he might do!" Bu La said toughly, but his eyes flickered.

"Don't you miss them? The Japanese are now in Changsha and fighting fiercely with the Central Army?"

"What's the point of worrying? I can't go back!"

"Besides, my father died a long time ago, and I only have my mother. My eldest sister is a woman, but she is as capable as a man at work, so she should be able to support my mother."

As for sending money back home, Bu La has never thought about it. It’s not that he doesn’t want to send it, but he simply can’t send it back.

Ever since he was drafted into the army, the corruption within the Kuomintang has reached an uncontrollable level.

However, if this money is really sent home, I guess no one will know who the money ends up in before it reaches home, and it will become money for others to spend outside.

"It's all because of these little Japanese that I can't go home."

"You bastard, when we fight back to the west coast, we will make sure that little Japanese will have a taste of my power."

The lack of spicy food vents the dissatisfaction in my heart.

"When the war of resistance is won and the Japanese are driven back to their island, what are your plans?"

Wang Zhong simply changed the subject and asked about Bu La's future plans.

"What are your plans?" Bu La obviously hadn't thought about this question: "We'll talk about it when the time comes!"

"Bean Cake, what about you? What are your plans?"

"I want to go back to my hometown and farm." Doubing laughed, "I'll use the military pay I've saved over the past few years to marry a wife and have a few more children."

"You little kid, you still know how to give birth to a baby?" Bu La teased Doubing with some surprise.

"I want to carry on the family line of our Gu family!" Doubing's full name is Gu Xiaomai, but in the entire Sichuan Army, there are probably not many people who know his full name.

Even Yao Ma, Bula and Milong, the three people who had always protected him, did not know the name of Doubing.

Even if Doubing dies in battle one day in the future, I guess people will only write the four big words "Doubing's Tomb" on his tombstone.

"What kind of girls do you like?"

"Is it the big butt or the good figure?" Bu La raised his eyebrows and asked Dou Bing with a smirk on his face.

"My dad said that when looking for a wife, you should look for one with a big butt and a thick waist."

"People with big butts can give birth, and people with thick waists are strong and can work."

After saying this, Doubing was still afraid that the two of them didn't know why he wanted to find a wife with a thick waist and a big butt, so he immediately added another explanation.

Wang Zhong said: "Your wish is really simple and unpretentious."

"Tsk!" Milong next to him didn't care.

"Brother Milong, what do you want to do after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War?" Doubing asked Milong with a smile and a curious look on his face.

Milong said: "If the Anti-Japanese War is really won, I will take my wife and children back to the Northeast."

"I feed them cabbage, pork and vermicelli stew every meal, which makes my son plump and white."

"Is that your son? His last name is Lei, Lei Baoer, and your last name is Mi."

"You are the one who believes in superstition!" Milong kicked Bu La directly: "My surname is Zhang, and my full name is Zhang Milong."

"My full name is Gu Xiaomai!" Doubing said with a grin.

"Brother Deng Bao, don't you want to find a wife?" Wang Zhong looked at Bu La and teased.

"Of course I do! But I have no money. How can I find a wife without money?" Bu La spread out his hands, looking as if he was giving up.

Milong said: "If you go to those places less often, find fewer women, and save a dollar every month, you will have the money."

"What's the point of saving so much money? If we get into a fight with Xiao Dongyang again, I'll be dead. Of course, I have a lot to spend, so I'll spend it as much as I can."

If it wasn't spicy, everyone who said it would be silent.

As Bu La said, no one can guarantee that they can survive the next battle.

What's more, there will be countless battles like this in the future.

From Zenda to Myanmar, and then from Myanmar back to Zenda, people around them died one after another, and no one dared to be sure whether they would be the next.

"Stop!" Wang Zhong suddenly stopped and raised his hand to stop everyone from moving forward. Everyone immediately retreated to the sides with their guns in hand, looking for rocks, lying down and guarding the surroundings, trying their best to search for any trace of the enemy.

Wang Zhong took out the map from the cowhide cylinder behind him, held it in his hand, and looked at it while comparing it with the surrounding terrain.

"Bula, lead the team and move forward slowly. Milong, follow me." As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, he quickly walked forward. Milong immediately followed closely behind him and ran out.

"Remember, follow the planned direction and don't make any mistakes."

"Don't worry, nothing will go wrong."

"If we encounter the devils, tell them not to fight."

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The two of them walked quickly for more than ten miles, and Wang Zhong suddenly imitated the sound of birds, and soon the same bird calls were heard in the forest. The Japanese army used the bird calls and monkey cries as signals to ambush in the mountains and forests, but these bird calls were not the bird calls agreed upon by the Japanese army, but the contact signals agreed upon by Wang Zhong and Master Shihang, which were completely different from the bird calls of the Japanese army.

Following the sound of the birds singing in response, Wang Zhong quickly ran all the way. In just a moment, he saw Master Shihang and his companions who had been lying in ambush for a long time.

"Master, how are the preparations going?" Wang Zhong asked hurriedly.

Master Shihang said, "Everything is ready. The necks of the two pheasants you gave us last time have been clamped. They will be enough to give the Japanese a hard time."

"That's good!"

"By the way, let me introduce you to you, Master. This is my brother, Zhang Milong, who was born in the Northeast Army."

"This is Master Shihang, he is leading the guerrillas to fight the devils on the west coast."

Milong looked curiously at the chubby, bespectacled, and somewhat cute monk in front of him, as well as the several guerrilla fighters next to him who were obviously locals. He was extremely curious.

"Captain Wang!" The little bookworm came over from the side with a smile on his face.

"It is you!"

Looking at the little bookworm, Wang Zhong also smiled.

Looking at the little bookworm, the last bit of doubt in Milong's heart was completely resolved. In fact, he had already guessed the origins of this group of people, but after seeing the little bookworm, he became more certain of his guess.

This group of people are the fierce tigers that Master Yu and his men are so afraid of.

Looking at Wang Zhong who was chatting and laughing with them, Milong was completely confused.

"I deliberately slowed down the team. In about ten minutes, the enemy's reinforcements should be able to catch up with us. Then we will follow the original plan and lure the enemy over here. Don't rush to shoot. Wait until all the enemy are in your sight before shooting."]

"Don't worry, we know all this." Master Shihang said with a smile.

"By the way, Milong is our machine gunner. He's pretty good at using machine guns. I'll ask him to stay and help you later."

"I stay?" Milong pointed at himself, then at Wang Zhong: "What about you?"

“Of course I’ll stay too. How could I let go of such a good opportunity to kill the devils?” Wang Zhong said in a cold voice.

Milong breathed a sigh of relief. If Wang Zhong threw him alone into this group of people, he really didn't know what to do.

Sure enough, it was exactly as Wang Zhong expected, and the Japanese even caught up with him earlier.

Hearing the gunshots coming from not far away, without any orders, everyone spontaneously returned to the designated ambush position.

Wang Zhong also held a sniper rifle and found several ambush points.

A few minutes later, a group of soldiers dressed in national army uniforms and carrying bags came to the center of the ambush place. However, they did not see the guerrillas and Wang Zhong and his men ambushing on both sides, and continued to move forward.

A few minutes later, a dozen Kuomintang soldiers carrying huge boxes appeared in everyone's sight.

Surrounded by a dozen National Army soldiers were Meng's father and mother.

"Hurry up!"

"If we don't leave now, the Japs will come up."

More than ten people surrounded Mr. and Mrs. Meng and were rushing in the predetermined direction.

The next ones were Yaoma and others who were responsible for covering the rear. At this moment, they were fighting and retreating as they rushed towards the ambush site.

The Japanese behind them also revealed their true faces in front of everyone.

There weren't many devils, but there weren't a few either. There seemed to be more than thirty of them.

When Wang Zhong saw these devils, his eyes lit up instantly.

More than thirty Japanese soldiers quickly entered the designated shooting location.

"beat!"

Master Shihang controlled the Pheasant Neck and fired the first shot. Bullets immediately poured down on the more than thirty Japanese devils like a rainstorm.

Milong and another light machine gun nearby also started cooking at the same time. In less than two minutes, more than thirty Japanese soldiers became more than thirty corpses.

"withdraw!"

Several guerrillas carrying rifles immediately rushed towards the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, preparing to search for equipment. Master Shihang and his men immediately began to dismantle the heavy machine guns, preparing to move to another location.

Wang Zhong said, "Don't take the pheasant neck. You still have one gun. Just take the remaining bullets."

Master Shihang was not a shy person and knew that what Wang Zhong said made sense, so he immediately packed up his bullets, tied a few grenades together, and directly blew up the pheasant neck guy who had just made a contribution.

"go!"

The guerrilla fighters in charge of cleaning up the battlefield were also very fast. Obviously they had done this kind of thing many times. In less than two minutes, they had confiscated most of the guns, ammunition and dry food that the Japanese soldiers carried with them.

Immediately, he followed everyone and evacuated.

Such a fierce gun battle broke out, even heavy machine guns were used. The surrounding Japanese would definitely rush over to support us as soon as possible.

What they had to do now was to rush to the second ambush site immediately.

As the loud explosion sounded, Master Shihang could not help but look back. The pheasant neck that had just done a great job must have been partially destroyed.

Not long after they walked, it was getting darker and darker. It was almost night, and the rest of the Japanese soldiers who came to support them were still chasing them. Fortunately, they arrived at the second ambush site.

On the high point next to it is the Pheasant Neck that has been set up long ago. It is also the only heavy machine gun in the guerrillas' hands.

After everyone entered the ambush site, they began to replenish their energy and eat.

The sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The woods were completely silent. Even the little bookworm, who used to be quite talkative, was now quietly hiding behind a rock.

It was around eight or nine o'clock when Wang Zhong suddenly opened his eyes.

"coming."

Everyone immediately took their positions.

"There are quite a lot of people, much more than during the day."

The little bookworm also lay down, pulled the bolt of the Type 38 rifle in his hand, loaded the bullet into the chamber, and lowered the butt of the rifle with his shoulder.

Wang Zhong was afraid that he might accidentally fire the gun, so he quickly instructed him, "Don't keep your hand on the trigger all the time. Do as I did, put your finger on the trigger, wait until the enemy reaches the designated position, then put your hand in. It's best to be ready to pull the trigger and shoot at any time."

"Is that so?" the little bookworm asked with a smile, holding the gun.

Wang nodded and said, "Yes, that's right."

"You need to concentrate, not just on looking, but also on listening to the information around you, and judge the situation on the battlefield through various situations."

Taking advantage of the last moment before the Japanese invaders arrived, Wang Zhong took some time to teach the little bookworm a few moves.

"When you shoot later, remember not to be nervous or impatient. Take a deep breath and aim before shooting. Don't think that you can always hit the target by just emptying the magazine."