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Chapter 694 All the way east

The watery moonlight is scattered among the mountains and forests.

The sounds of insects and birds chirping rise and fall one after another, forming a continuous piece.

Two teams, with more than 30 Japanese soldiers, were tracking down the Chinese army that appeared in Heshun during the day and disappeared immediately after wiping out the Japanese troops in Heshun.

The two squads that were ambushed and annihilated in the afternoon not only did not frighten them at all, but instead aroused the brutality in the hearts of these Japanese soldiers.

They were determined to find the Chinese army that was hiding somewhere, to avenge their fallen comrades, and also to let those Chinese soldiers know how powerful the Imperial Japanese Army was.

They followed the clues along the way and tracked it here.

As the night deepened, the Japanese soldiers who were pursuing them all showed signs of fatigue.

But at this moment, several flames suddenly lit up in the dark forest.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Dense machine gun fire sounded like firecrackers exploding, and countless bullets poured down towards the two Japanese squads on the open ground in the forest. The fish caught in the net around them were shot one by one by the commandos and guerrillas who had been aiming at them with rifles by the narrator.

After the little bookworm fired two shots, the gun in his hand jammed and no matter how hard he pulled the bolt, the bullet could not be ejected.

Wang Zhong snatched the gun from his hand, skillfully pulled the bolt to eject the cartridge, and then quickly pushed the bullet into the chamber.

"Don't be impatient. The more impatient you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes. Reloading also requires skill. You must push the bolt into place first before you can pull it."

"Don't hesitate when pulling the trigger, and keep the butt of the gun against your shoulder blade so the gun won't move around due to the force."

The two teams of Japanese soldiers were already trapped in a jar, so Wang Zhong had plenty of time to explain things to the little bookworm.

"Then it's just aiming!"

"Don't hesitate at this step! After taking the right aim, just pull the trigger. Believe in yourself, you will definitely hit the target."

"If you don't believe in yourself and hesitate before shooting, then you won't be able to hit the enemy with your gun."

As he spoke, Wang Zhong immediately picked up the bookworm's gun and shot one of the Japanese soldiers in the head.

Ten minutes later, after cleaning up the battlefield, the group returned with a full load and quickened their pace. Finally, an hour later, they caught up with the large army that was resting on a ridge.

Although the guerrillas were generous in teaching the little bookworm everything they knew, no one could explain everything as easily as Wang Zhong could.

The little bookworm also cherished this opportunity. After evacuating from the battlefield, he followed Wang Zhong all the time, asking him all kinds of questions.

Wang Zhong is more patient with this little bookworm who is full of passion and dedicated to saving the country than with anyone else.

Early the next morning, the Japanese troops behind them had not yet caught up, so they followed the direction indicated by Master Shihang and slowly approached the Nujiang River.

But if we want to return to Nujiang, there are still several Japanese defense zones that we cannot avoid.

When they came, they traveled light and slightly disguised. With Wang Zhong, the deputy head and captain who had extremely sharp perception and a cheat, they naturally avoided the sentries set up by the Japanese army easily.

"Where did you get to know this group of people?" Long Wenjian approached Wang Zhong at some point and asked curiously in a low voice.

Wang Zhong said: "I met him when I came here to investigate."

“They helped to improve many parts of that topographic map.”

Long Wenjian nodded and did not ask any more questions. Instead, he changed the subject: "Can they be trusted? Was the hunting trail that the monk mentioned really not discovered by the Japanese?"

Wang Zhong said: "Whether we are discovered by the devils or not, we have to go back. Since we have to go back, isn't it better to take a relatively more familiar road than wandering around in this deep mountain forest?"

In this deep mountain forest, maps are of no use at all. We can only rely on the most primitive method to determine the direction and determine the direction the team should go.

But with the guidance of locals like Master Shihang, Wang Zhong and his team could save themselves a lot of trouble.

Long Wenjian naturally knew this truth. With his eyes flickering, he looked at Master Shihang who was wiping the machine gun beside him, then bent down and quietly approached.

"Master, why did you give up being a monk and join the guerrillas?" Long Wenjian asked curiously.

"Amitabha." Master Shihang stopped what he was doing, chanted the Buddha's name, and then said, "The Japanese invaders have invaded, and the mountain is no longer peaceful. I am young and strong, and I can do something for the people, which is better than staying in the mountain chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha's name."

"This is what you Buddhists mean by if I don't go to hell, who will?" Long Wenjian asked curiously.

"Donor, do you also understand Buddhist scriptures?" Master Shihang looked at Long Wenjian.

Long Wenjian said: "I don't know anything about Buddhist scriptures. I just heard someone say it casually. I thought it was easy to remember, so I wrote it down."

"Amitabha."

"The donor has wisdom."

Master Shihang raised his palms and chanted the Buddha's name again.

"I see you're pretty good at shooting. You must have practiced a lot, right?"

"Amitabha, maybe it's because monks have calmer minds and steadier hands." The guerrillas' weapons and equipment were all captured, and bullets were extremely scarce. They were not like the National Army, where they even practiced shooting with real guns and live ammunition. The guerrillas practiced shooting by hanging the guns on stones and aiming at the targets.

If it wasn't for helping Wang Zhong and his men escape the Japanese army's pursuit today, Master Shihang would not have been willing to take out these treasures that Wang Zhong had given them.

Early the next morning, everyone arrived at a mountain pass. In front of them was a relatively low-lying area. The topography and surrounding vegetation were very different from the undulating mountainous areas. There were also more open areas, so there was definitely no shortage of ambush points for the Japanese ahead.

"Stop!" As the captain of the vanguard team, Bula stopped the team and asked Milong and others to guard the front. He quickly rushed back to the rear and discussed countermeasures with Wang Zhong, Long Wenjian and others.

Before the discussion began, several pairs of eyes turned to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong shook his head, sighed, and said, "As usual, I'll go explore the way!"

After saying that, he walked forward with the gun on his back.

After passing a col and crossing two ridges, Wang Zhong heard several breathing sounds behind the bushes above a slightly open space in front of him. He did not rush forward, but rushed directly into the forest, quietly touched the back of the six devils, wiped his hands at his waist, and two one-foot-long short knives appeared in his hands.

Without any hesitation, he quietly approached a Japanese soldier who was lying on the ground with his gun pointed at the road ahead. He quietly put the blade in front of his neck and then quickly wiped it.

"Baga!" At this moment, a Japanese soldier nearby turned his head and saw Wang Zhong slicing his companion's neck. He immediately turned his gun around, and with a flash of his knife, he killed the man and his gun.

He immediately leaped forward, and in an instant, the sky was filled with knife light. After a moment, he pulled the dagger out of the Japanese sergeant's neck, and the spurting blood splashed more than a foot high.

He exhaled a breath, packed up all the ammunition on the devils and took it away. As for the guns, he just used brute force to break them into scrap metal one by one. Wang Zhong moved forward all the way, destroying three ambush points set by the Japanese army in succession and killing more than twenty devils. Only then, under the leadership of Master Shihang, did they come to the hunting trail in the mountains.

"In another hour, the Japs will be here." Master Shihang said to the crowd, "Hurry up and go over there. We will buy you some time."

Long Wenjian walked up to Master Shihang, put his hands together, and bowed: "Amitabha, thank you Master and several brothers for your generous help."

"We are all fighting the Japanese. This is what we should do. Why are you being so formal with us?" The person who spoke was not Master Shihang, but the young man who was obviously a local.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have a hard time in the next period of time.

"Cross the river!" Wang Zhong gave an order, and Bula took the lead in leading the third team across the suspension bridge to make sure that the bridge could bear the weight. Long Wenjian then immediately took a few elite soldiers and took Meng's father and mother across the suspension bridge.

After several people crossed the bridge, Wang Zhong, who was standing at the bridgehead, suddenly pulled out the machete from his waist and chopped the hemp rope of the suspension bridge. In just a moment, the suspension bridge collapsed downwards.

"What are you doing, Lao Wang?"

"That's right, you do Mozi?"

The people on the other side of the river started asking questions one after another.

Wang Zhong said: "You go back first. I will help the guerrillas get rid of the Japanese pursuers and then come to find you."

"Come on!"

"withdraw!"

Among the crowd, Long Wenjian was the most rational. Having fought side by side with Wang Zhong for so long, Long Wenjian knew very well how powerful Wang Zhong was. He knew that in this jungle, let alone several squads of Japanese troops, even a squadron might not be able to capture Wang Zhong.

Moreover, Wang Zhong is definitely not the kind of guy who is overly compassionate. Wang Zhong's rationality is no less than Yu Xiaoqing's, and even better.

Long Wenjian immediately gave the order and headed towards the river bank first.

Everyone looked at each other, and then looked at the people standing on the other end of the suspension bridge, until Long Wenjian and others completely disappeared from their sight, and not even a sound could be heard.

"So what should we do now?" Master Shihang and the guerrillas subconsciously focused their attention on Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong said: "Let's go back first. When we see the devils, we will fight them first and then retreat south immediately."

"Are you trying to lure the devils southward?"

"That's right." Wang nodded. "To the north is Nantianmen, to the east is Nujiang River, and to the west is where the Japanese are. The only place we can go is the south."

"Okay, let's lead the Japs to the south so that our National Army brothers can evacuate safely." Master Shihang and his men made the decision immediately. They immediately changed direction and headed in the direction they came from, thoroughly clearing up any traces left behind along the way.

Fifteen minutes later, Wang Zhong and Master Shihang exchanged a look at the two Japanese squads that appeared in front of them. At the same time, the guerrillas' only remaining pheasant neck, under the control of Master Shihang, aimed at the Japanese squad in front again, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

In an instant, countless bullets were fired at the Japs like a storm.

Five minutes later, a huge explosion filled the sky.

"Master Shihang, it's just a machine gun. Don't be reluctant to part with it. There are better ones waiting for us later."

"That's a pheasant neck!" Master Shihang felt a little distressed.

Ten minutes later, fearing that the Japanese reinforcements would chase them again, they followed the trail they deliberately left and headed south behind them.

When Wang Zhong returned to the east bank again and showed up at the Jiqi Slope, everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Wang Zhong was unharmed.

Two days later, at night, Wang Zhong crossed the Nujiang River again, stored a large amount of rice and flour in the space, and placed it at the location the two had agreed on in advance.

"So many?" Looking at the dozens of sacks of food in front of him, even Master Shihang showed a look of shock, let alone others.

"These are all cheap rice and flour I got from somewhere else. They should be enough for you to eat for a while." Wang Zhong said, "The Japanese must be on high alert in the near future. You should hide first and don't show up easily."

"Don't worry, the Japanese have very sophisticated tricks! We know what we are doing." Master Shihang and his companions were not worried at all, but at this moment it was exactly as they said.

The guerrillas were originally responsible for harassing the enemy behind enemy lines, and they were already accustomed to the Japanese encirclement and suppression.

As long as they can fill their stomachs and have guns and bullets in their hands, they will not be afraid of any number of Japanese invaders, and they will not be afraid of danger or challenges.

After saying goodbye to Master Shihang, Wang Zhong left in a hurry.

"This Deputy Commander Wang is really different from other national army soldiers."

"Other national armies will not provide us with weapons, let alone risk crossing the river to prepare so much food for us."

At this time, a guerrilla fighter could not wait to open his back pocket, and saw that inside was a pile of crystal clear rice with distinct grains.

"It's rice and flour!"

The rest of the fake team members gathered around.

Only Master Shihang and the young man with the green cloth wrapped around his head looked at Wang Zhong's departing back with deep emotion.

East coast, Zenda City, getting drunk at home.

Xiaozui and Shangguan Jieci came home from get off work and started preparing dinner, with Meng's mother also helping in the kitchen.

Wang Zhong knocked on the gate and it was Xiaozui who opened it.

"Brother! You're back!" When Xiaozui saw Wang Zhong, his face was immediately filled with smiles.

"How are the old couple living with you?" Wang Zhong smiled and rubbed her head, then walked into the yard.

"It's pretty good. Aunt Zhang is here to take care of the house during the day, so Sister Shangguan and I feel a lot more relaxed."

Wang nodded and said, "Mr. Meng is a bit pedantic and not easy to get along with. If he offends you in any way or says something, don't take it to heart. Just pretend you didn't see or hear it."

"Talking about people behind their backs is not what a gentleman does." Old Master Meng's voice came from the side room.

"Sir, what you said is not right. I knew you were in the room and heard me talking to my sister. I said it in front of you. How can you be talking behind my back?"

“You’re making unreasonable arguments!” He opened the door and looked at Wang Zhong unhappily.