In the jungle next to the paddy fields outside the town of Manxi, Wei Ran stared at the temple in the town that was burning with fire. After a moment of silence, he followed the topic and asked, "Tell me, how important is the temple?"
Zhou Guochang was stunned for a moment, then he clenched his fists and explained, "Dianping is a Buddhist country, and temples are more than just faith for them.
Those temples distributed in various towns and even villages also undertake various functions such as schools, hospitals, inns, security, and even warehouse storage and law. There is a saying in Free Power, if you can fix the monks and temples here, you will have Free Power.
"
After saying this in one breath, Zhou Guochang pointed to the thick smoke emitting from Manxi Town, "The temple in Manxi was blown up. Before the monks and local villagers repaired the temple and the Buddha statues inside, they could not spare more money."
More energy to help the soldiers of the expeditionary force.
Even, because of that stupid pig named Aung San, many people without electricity even regarded the Japanese as friends before the Oxygen Light was occupied, and helped them fight against our expeditionary force."
"Religious people have something seriously wrong with their brains."
Wei Ran raised his chin in the direction of the town, changed the subject and said, "The residents of Mansi Town have begun to run out."
In just a few words, the two of them could vaguely see that in the distant towns, people began to drive buffaloes and leave the town with their belongings.
"They went to hide in the surrounding mountains."
Zhou Guochang sighed, "Without the villagers in Manxi Town, it means that there is no supplies. In the next few days, not only the rice from the residents' homes will be transported into the mountains and hidden, but the rice that is about to mature will also be eaten by them."
rush in the harvest."
"You seem familiar," Wei Ran replied absently.
"We have seen this kind of thing many times on the way from Oxygen Light. What is even more terrifying than this is that their own people are robbing their own people and even robbing temples."
Zhou Guochang's tone was full of exhaustion and despair that did not match his age. "Those Japs are very smart. They are waiting for the people here to finish harvesting all the rice. They will rush out and steal the entire year's harvest."
They took away the buffaloes used to plow the fields, and by the way, they also took away the Buddhist statues in the temple that were not damaged by the fire and the women who did not have time to escape."
"So, there aren't many Japs in Manxi Town now?" Wei Ran said abruptly.
Zhou Guochang was stunned when he heard this, "It seems to be true, but they must be hiding nearby."
"They are probably hiding in the village called Nanhaidang in the south, but the number of people must not be large. After all, the main force of the 288th Regiment is still behind."
Wei Ran said with almost certainty, "They must know about today's bombing here. Since they know, they will definitely not leave too many people in Munsi town waiting to be bombed."
"But you didn't just kill..."
“You can’t leave no one alone”
Wei Ran thought for a while and said ambiguously, "I even suspect that the two people I killed were probably the other two of the four people you and Mr. Luke met who were chasing you."
"You mean they arrived at Manxi Town early?" Zhou Guochang's eyes widened.
"if not?"
Wei Ran asked back, "Get to Munsi Town in advance and see if you and Mr. Luke have made it there. If so, contact more people to arrest you. If not, stay and observe the effects of the bombing."
Of course, these are all my guesses. But what is certain is that even if there are ghosts in Muncie Town now, there are definitely not many."
"Then should I ask those villagers?" Zhou Guochang asked, pointing to more and more villagers running outside the town.
“No need for the time being”
Wei Ran waved his hand, "It is too conspicuous to go against the flow of people at this time, and you will be exposed easily. Although we guess that there are not many plainclothes Japs there, there is no need to take risks. Now we wait, if we can meet up with Squad Leader Liang
If they say it, we'd better go directly to Mo's village."
"Or should we go find them?" Zhou Guochang suggested rather whimsically.
"How to find it?"
When Wei Ran asked back, he had already picked up his backpack and walked towards the donkey hidden deep in the jungle, and then started to take things out one by one, "You keep an eye outside, except to pay attention to whether anyone is coming towards us."
In addition to running over, you should also keep an eye on it. If Squad Leader Liang and others come out, be sure not to let them light the fire."
"Leave it to me!" After Zhou Guochang said this, he glanced at the basket eagerly, "Well, can you give me another piece of glutinous rice?"
"Take it"
Wei Ran happily stuffed a piece of glutinous rice into the other man's hand. Thanks to enough kyats and gold and silver rings that he collected from the two Japs, he actually bought a lot of good things before leaving Mansi Town.
Things, those glutinous rice wrapped in banana leaves, can only be regarded as snacks at best.
The most important thing here, besides the coarse salt contained in the half-meter-long bamboo tube with the mouth of a tea cup, what he bought the most was the brown sugar boiled by local villagers using sugar cane juice.
After untying the two German lunch boxes that Squad Leader Liang had not allowed him to touch before, Wei Ran opened one of them and found that the lunch box was only half full of brown sugar, and on the tray of the lunch box, there was
Two silver coins wrapped in layers of coarse cloth and an ox horn comb also wrapped in layers of coarse cloth.
Picking up this comb and looking at it carefully, there are two small characters "Chang Qing" engraved on it.
"You don't even say you have it yourself, you quite believe me."
Wei Ran murmured as he carefully wrapped the horn comb and put it back on the tray. Then he opened the banana leaf that wrapped the brown sugar and poured in the brown sugar that had condensed into lumps.
It wasn't until the lunch box was filled with brown sugar that he closed the tray and lid and hung it back on the donkey's body.
Wei Ran reached out to pick up the second lunch box and opened it, but what was inside made Wei Ran stunned.
In this lunch box, there is an old-fashioned folding razor and a piece of soap on the upper tray, and in the main space on the lower level, there is a booklet bound with cotton thread. The outside of the booklet is also wrapped with a layer of yellow.
of wax paper.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Gently take it out and open it. It contains detailed records of the cost and items of each purchase, and even the number of ingredients used for each meal and the supply.
How many people had eaten? Even behind each record, in addition to the three-character signature of Liang Yimin, there was also a conspicuous red fingerprint as a certificate.
After wrapping the booklet again, Wei Ran took out a tube of silver coins rolled in paper and a stack of kyats wrapped in hand rolls from the lunch box, weighed them, and then put them back together with the booklet.
At this point, all that was left on the lower floor of the lunch box were two writing brushes that were no longer as long as a tachyon, two double-ended gun oil cans, and a small bamboo tube that was only as long as a cigarette and as thick as a banana.
I pulled out a double-headed gun oil can and looked at it. On it were neat red and white calligraphy with the words "pen cleaning oil" and "ink" written on it.
Pulling out another one, there is no writing on this gun oil bottle, just the two lids are painted red and white respectively.
He shook it unwillingly, then unscrewed it and took a look. Although it was indeed filled with red and white paint, the oil can itself did not emit any unwanted noise like a bullet hidden inside.
sound.
After restoring the two oil cans and putting them back into the lunch box, Wei Ran finally picked up the small bamboo tube and unscrewed it, only to find that in addition to one axis of thread and two sewing needles, there was just an extra piece of ink inside.
After thinking for a while, Wei Ran took out a bunch of unspent gold rings, jade Buddha amulets and other trophies from his pocket and threw them into the lunch box. He re-covered the tray with the razor and the lid of the lunch box, and hung it again on the
After getting on the donkey, he also took off the Japanese lunch box that was originally hanging with the two German lunch boxes.
Fortunately, there was nothing in the lunch box except a handful of soybeans. Seeing this, Wei Ran took out a new pair of unworn socks from his bag, put the brown sugar in and put on an extra layer.
Put it in.
After placing these things, he put the bamboo tube of coarse salt into the basket full of kitchen utensils. Wei Ran rechecked the basket he bought. Now, except for a few portions wrapped in banana leaves, Wei Ran
In addition to the glutinous rice, there were also scattered a machete issued by the British army, a Gurkha scimitar from an unknown source, and two new sickles.
Of course, at the bottom of the backpack, there are piles of towels, soaps and shaving supplies that I bought randomly, as well as two pairs of unworn British army shorts and a rolled-up poster of a beautiful woman. Of course, there is also a small half bag of rice, as well as some items on the road.
While passing by the sugar cane field, I picked up a few sugar cane sticks.
After stuffing all the towels, soap, razors and other gadgets into his backpack, Wei Ran took out the Gurkha scimitar and waved it around with interest.
He had always wanted to buy this thing before he went to Russia to study, but he never expected that it would finally come true here.
It's a pity that now he has long lost his enthusiasm for this thing, so after getting over the novelty, he happily gave it to Zhou Guochang along with the matching leather case. He couldn't carry this thing anyway.
Even if he could take it back to his world, it would be of no use at all.
Although he didn't care, Zhou Guochang was extremely happy. After taking over the strange-looking scimitar, he directly threw away the wooden knife box and the rusty hatchet fixed at his waist.
Seeing this, Wei Ran just smiled and said nothing. He just silently mixed the small half bag of rice he bought with the small half bag originally put on the donkey.
After trying the weight of the bag of rice, Wei Ran finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know if it was enough for these people to walk out of Savage Mountain alive, but he knew that if there were more, the donkey beside him might not be able to carry it.
.
While he was secretly calculating how long these supplies would last them in Savage Mountain, Zhou Guochang, who was in charge of sentry duty, shouted in surprise, "Quick! Come on! I seem to see Uncle Liang and Mr. Luke!"
Upon hearing this, Wei Ran immediately stood up, ran quickly to the edge of the jungle, and followed Zhou Guochang's guidance and looked over.
"Is that them? Is that them?" Zhou Guochang asked, pointing into the distance.
Although they were some distance away, both Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang could clearly see that the three of them seemed to be running towards Manxi Town with two people carrying one person!
“Look at the good stuff here!”
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he turned around and ran to the side of the donkey, removed the wooden frame from it, turned over and sat on it, grabbed the reins and ran in the direction of Squad Leader Liang and others!
As the distance between the two parties got closer and closer, after Wei Ran confirmed that the three people were indeed them, he immediately slapped the donkey's mouth with the reins.
Under the stimulation of pain, the hard-working little donkey immediately started braying.
And this unpleasant but loud enough braying of a donkey immediately attracted the attention of the three people, and immediately caused them to change direction.
After Wei Ran led the donkey through a paddy field, he immediately saw that Luke was lying on a simple stretcher made of rattan and bamboo poles, with a wet baby on his forehead.
sock.
"What's wrong with him?" Wei Ran quickly walked over and asked.
"He fainted this morning!" Qin Shouzheng explained in a breathy voice, "It felt like his forehead was on fire. I told him to throw him away, but Squad Leader Liang refused."
"Fever"
Squad Leader Liang, who was also very tired, panted and explained, "It rained all night yesterday, and his wound became a little suppurative."
Hearing this, Wei Ran handed the donkey to Qin Shouzheng. After untying the bandage on Luke's arm, he immediately smelled a stinking smell. He even saw a broken belly hanging from the edge of the wound.
The leech!
"Go back with me first"
The incendiary bomb flew away the locust, and then they didn't even need to bandage it. They directly picked up Luke, who was still suffering from fever, and put it on the back of the donkey. They led them through the paddy fields and hid in the jungle again.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Uncle Luke! What's wrong with you?" Zhou Guochang came up from a distance and asked anxiously, and even carefully stretched out his finger to try.
Businessman Luke's snort.
"I can't die for a moment."
Wei Ran explained helpfully, cut off two banana leaves and spread them on the ground, and let Tan Shouzheng and Zhou Guochang lift Luke down and put them on top.
"Why are you later than us?"
Wei Ran asked while rummaging through the first aid kit. Unfortunately, considering that Luke was injured, the only two first aid kits were given to Squad Leader Liang. At this time, he really couldn't find anything useful.
.
"We had a flash flood yesterday"
Qin Shouzheng took the glutinous rice handed over by Zhou Guochang and took a big bite. He explained in an unclear manner, "In order to bypass a river, we almost climbed over a mountain. Guochang, you also have a submachine gun, don't you?"
"We picked up a Japanese who was drowned by a flash flood."
Zhou Guochang gave a simple explanation, and then asked worriedly, "How is he?"
"Wound infection"
Wei Ran stood up and said, "We need to get to Mo's village as soon as possible. Only the hospital there has the conditions to save him."
"Where's Mansi?"
Squad Leader Liang took the glutinous rice balls and asked, "Did you buy these in Manxi Town? There..."
"The British there have long since run away."
Wei Ran glanced in the direction of Manxi Town, "The Japanese planes just bombed there, and the temple in Manxi Town was already on fire."
"We also speeded up our pace when we heard the plane flying over."
Squad Leader Liang hammered his thigh and shook his head helplessly, "It's still a step too late. It would have been better if there hadn't been that rain."
"It's not bad to think about it the other way around," Wei Ran comforted, "If we had arrived yesterday, we might have been killed by the bombing now."
Having said this, Wei Ran also briefly recounted his experience in Munxi Town, and also showed off all the things he bought.
"In this case, let's go to Mo's village now."
Squad leader Liang looked emphatically at the contents of the three lunch boxes hanging on the donkey, and took out the few soybeans left in the Japanese lunch box and fed them to the donkey.
"Go now?" Qin Shouzheng was stunned, "But..."
"As long as the Japanese planes don't come again"
Zhou Guochang shivered involuntarily and said with a clear heart, "We have encountered this situation before. At that time, after the Japanese bombed a town, they deliberately waited for more than an hour and began to use planes to shoot at the refugees who were about to escape.
, after those beasts flew away, the whole road was stained red with blood."
Squad Leader Liang silently lit the cigarette pot and frowned at Luke, who was still unconscious. After a moment of silence, he said, "Let's go now. When we hear the noise, we will run to the woods on the roadside."
Hearing this, Qin Shouzheng opened his mouth, but seeing Wei Ran silent on the side, he finally closed his mouth and swallowed what he wanted to say.
"I...I'll carry him!" Zhou Guochang said in a panic.
"Squad Leader Liang," Wei Ran stood up, pointed at the two big pots and said, "Otherwise..."
"no!"
Monitor Liang shook his head without thinking, "Don't throw the pot away! Shouzheng, we both carry the baskets, Guochang, you carry the rice bag, Weiran, you are responsible for carrying the quinine. This way, Luke can be put on the
The donkey is on board, and the total journey is less than 10 miles, so it’s not too tiring!”
"I'll carry it! I can carry it!" Zhou Guochang nodded hurriedly.
Seeing this, Wei Ran shook his head helplessly, helped everyone carry the three backpacks on their shoulders, evened out the contents, and wrapped them tightly with their own waterproof canvas, and his own
Because two lunch boxes containing life-saving medicine were stuffed into the backpack, the British army shorts I picked up not long ago had to be tied loosely to the buckle of the backpack like two butt curtains.
Finally, Luke, who was in a coma, was tied to the back of a donkey carrying two large black cauldrons, riding the donkey backwards with his face against the donkey's buttocks. The group of five people left the jungle again, bypassing the town of Munsi and walking along the muddy dirt road.
He quickened his pace and headed towards Mo's Village, three or four kilometers due north.
Along the way, the only unweighted guard put on his British military uniform and put on his boots again, and walked blatantly at the front with a submachine gun.
And his appearance of being fully armed was indeed useful. At least those people around him who were also fleeing subconsciously kept a sufficient distance from them, and this also invisibly accelerated their progress.
Almost trotting through the numb-looking refugees, Wei Ran and others not only had to keep an eye on their surroundings, they also had to be alert to the threats coming from above. At the same time, they also had to look for the best bunker to avoid aerial attacks.
We walked nervously and watched like this. When hillsides and dense forests finally appeared on both sides of the road, there were far fewer refugees fleeing on the same road, and Wei Ran and others breathed a sigh of relief.
However, at exactly this moment, a crisp gunshot suddenly came from directly in front! And a panicked call followed!
"Hide!"
Wei Ran immediately raised his arm. When he saw this, Qin Shouzheng subconsciously picked up his submachine gun, but soon, under the big ear scraper given by Squad Leader Liang, he quickly led the donkey into the roadside.
In the woods.
"I gonna go see"
Wei Ran handed the backpack containing the medicine to Squad Leader Liang and walked a few steps forward against the crowd, but then he saw a strange scene.
In the middle of this mountain road less than two meters wide, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes held a Webley revolver in one hand and a particularly beautifully decorated Burmese knife in the other hand, showing off in a mighty manner.
A little monk was sitting cross-legged on the muddy ground and gesticulating around him. Looking at him, he seemed ready to chop off the little monk's head at any moment.
Behind this middle-aged white man, there were three Asian men wearing expedition uniforms.
Each of these three men held Enfield rifles in their hands and wore British-style helmets on their heads for fear that others would not be able to tell them apart. The leader was holding a trumpet made of iron sheets and chirping something in Burmese.
.
Looking behind the calm-looking young monk, in addition to a black donkey carrying two bamboo baskets, there was also an old man who had been shot in the chest and was lying on his back in the muddy water. Beside the old man, there were people watching.
The girl, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old at most, was crying like a child.
At this moment, the middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes used the Burmese knife in his hand to lift the blanket covering the black donkey's bamboo basket, and then revealed two Buddha statues the size of gas tanks with extremely exquisite decorations.
.
“That’s a nice catch!”
The middle-aged man said loudly and in English with a greedy look, "These two works of art are mine, and so is that girl!"
Before he finished speaking, the three young men dressed as expeditionary troops shouted something loudly in Burmese.
But even so, the little monk sitting cross-legged still had a calm face. He even didn't even close his eyes, he just looked at the blond middle-aged man with a smile.
"This French-flavored English is really authentic"
Wei Ran had already raised his submachine gun as he spoke, and without hesitation, he aimed at the three fake expeditionary soldiers and pulled the trigger!
"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"
After two consecutive bursts of fire, the three expeditionary soldiers who were still shouting at the top of their lungs immediately fell to the ground. At the same time, Wei Ran also put on the titanium alloy pistol in the metal notebook and walked forward.
While aiming at the middle-aged man who subconsciously held his head and shrank, he pulled the trigger!
"Bang bang!"
After two consecutive bullets were fired, the middle-aged man held the revolver and the Burmese knife in his hands and landed on the ground one after another. A cloud of blood mist erupted from his two wrists.
Amid the screams that followed, Wei Ran stepped over the old man's body, and while continuing to walk forward, he moved the muzzle of his gun and shot each of the three expeditionary soldiers in the head.
When he raised the muzzle of the gun, there was only a familiar-looking little monk left between him and the middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, and the distance was less than two meters.
"Guochang! Come and help!"
Wei Ran turned his head and shouted at the top of his lungs, then stretched out his hand to pick up the young monk who was looking at him in astonishment, walked over to the screaming middle-aged man and squatted down.
"Are you robbing?" Wei Ran asked with a smile, but as he spoke, the Mauser bayonet in his hand had already passed through the middle-aged man's palm, nailing him to the muddy ground.
As expected, the answer to such a question was only a shrill scream, but Wei Ran didn't seem to be interested in answering the question. He just stepped on the opponent's finger slowly and slowly moved the bayonet again.
Pulled it out.
"Let...let me go!" the middle-aged man wailed and cried.
"So are you robbing?" Wei Ran asked again, and at the same time stabbed his other palm with a bayonet.
Amidst a new round of screams, Zhou Guochang also ran over with a submachine gun.
"Ask that little monk what's going on?" Wei Ran asked as he pulled out his bayonet.
Zhou Guochang grinned and quickly communicated in Burmese with the young monk who had closed his eyes and clasped his hands.
After a moment, he switched to Chinese and explained, "According to young master Sehao, this foreigner said that he was a British officer, and those three people were his subordinates of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. He wanted to collect funds on the spot to fight against the Japanese."
"Hmph! If we had such complete British equipment, we would have beaten the shit out of the little devil by now."
Squad leader Liang, who came up a little later, had already torn off the British shorts of a corpse while he was talking, revealing the very Japanese-style crotch cloth underneath. Then, he tore off the corpse's top and pulled it from the armpits.
A metal piece with Japanese writing was found at the location.
This metal piece is called an "identification ticket" as the Japanese call it, but to put it bluntly, it's just a dog tag to confirm your identity.
Although the usage is the same, it is not hung around the neck like the American or German style. Instead, it is worn diagonally under the ribs like an extra-small satchel.
"These bastard little devils!"
Squad leader Liang cursed through gritted teeth, and then personally tore off the clothes on the three corpses, leaving only the crotch cloths. He called on Zhou Guochang to help and tied them to a tree on the roadside. In a short time,
, Qin Shouzheng also led the donkey over.
"It's your turn to answer the question."
Wei Ran grabbed the blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man, put the tip of the Mauser bayonet on his shoulder and asked, "What is your name, what country are you from, who asked you to come here to do these things, your
What is the purpose? If you answer the question earlier, I can stop earlier."
"Gillet!" The middle-aged man immediately wailed and replied, "I am French, I am..."
"Since you are French, please answer in French." Wei Ran reminded in French, while the tip of the knife in his hand had penetrated almost one centimeter into the shoulder.
Hearing this, the man who called himself Gille immediately switched to French and said, "I was caught by the recruiters in Free Power two months ago. They asked me to pretend to be a British officer to create chaos. The three people you killed were
, is specially designed to control me! Stop it! Stop it! My shoulder is going to be pierced!"
"Next question"
"Is there anyone else here?" Wei Ran asked in a calm tone without stopping at all.
"No more! No more! The others retreated before the plane bombed!" Giller paused and wailed loudly, "There are two more in Muncie Town! They are responsible for spreading rumors!"
"Next question" Wei Ran deliberately twisted the bayonet handle, "When did the British escape?"
"I don't know! I don't know!" Gille, who was sweating in pain, screamed and replied, "I was brought here just two days ago."
"Thank you." Wei Ran thanked him inexplicably, then suddenly pulled out his bayonet and pulled it horizontally, slicing open Gille's left and right cheeks.
