Long Wenwen went to find Mi Long. He wanted to resolve his grievances with Mi Long. This also won Xia Yuan's consent. They were like a pair of happy enemies, and their personalities looked very similar.
The biggest reason why the defeated soldiers were placed in such an important place in this warehouse is that there is an isolation network, which can restrict the activities of the defeated soldiers. The British are also worried that this group of Chinese will rob their airport and supplies.
, their airport has a lot of supplies.
After taking a bath, Mi Long put on a clean British military uniform. He was holding a Bren and looking at the isolation net in rapt attention. Long Wenwen walked to him, walked around him a few times, and then walked to
After driving a few meters, he circled back and kicked the Mysterious Dragon, sending the Mysterious Dragon flying in all directions.
Mi Long stood up angrily and looked at Long Wenwen: "I know that none of us are happy with each other..."
Long Wenwen seemed to be deliberately trying to arouse Mi Long's anger, and said with a smile: "You guys from the Northeast just don't know how to fight. Just like that Li Wula, you waste food and salary and waste bullets."
Mi Long stared at him, wanting to use Xia Yuan to suppress him: "It's useless for you to say this, the leader hasn't even said a word yet."
Long Wenwen smiled and continued to talk: "I will kill four with half a magazine of bullets, and you will kill one with a magazine of bullets. In this way, when you reach the northeast, you will have enough magazines with enough holes to fill Shanhaiguan."
Mi Long stared at Long Wenwen silently and muttered, "I have never used a machine gun."
Long Wenwen stepped forward, grabbed the dragon's knotted muscles behind him, and patted his shoulder: "The body is designed to use a machine gun, and the accuracy is good, but why do you have to fire continuously? The first two shots hit, and the next two shots hit him.
It’s so terrible. What’s going on? Do you have a grudge against God, or are the Japanese planes coming?”
Milong said doubtfully: "Isn't the machine gun just for firing continuously?"
"Who told you that a machine gun must fire continuously?"
Long Wenwen took Milong's gun, lay down on the ground, and pulled the trigger continuously. The gunfire sounded loudly, and the bullets came out of the chamber. He shouted: "Shorter, shorter, shorter!"
Long Wenwen was well trained in pulling the trigger. Every time he fired two to four short bursts, he said short three times, and three stones were smashed into pieces. Long Wenwen's powerful use of the machine gun attracted Mi Long. He saw
Looking at the broken stone, I realized that this guy was teaching me.
Long Wenwen stood up and held the machine gun in his hand: "This is the Bren type, which is the same as the Czech type used in our country. It is the gun we are most capable of, and it is also the gun that the little devils hate. Look at the regiment leader too.
Seeing that you are a good person, I let you carry the gun. I have the same idea as the leader. Do you want to learn some damaging moves for this gun?"
Mi Long said nothing because he was already impressed by Long Wenwen.
Meng Fan was limping on the road dragging his injured leg. The weird "da-da" and "da-da" short spots attracted him. Not far forward, he saw Milong interrupting with another short spot.
On the branches in the distance, this guy was more ruthless than Long Wenwen. Because of his big arms, he was shooting from a kneeling position. He held the gun body with his left hand. The recoil of the entire gun was fully exerted on his right arm. For him, it was completely
Don't mind the Bren recoil.
Long Wenzhang has finished his tutorial and is sitting aside to watch the fun. Mi Long is indeed a natural machine gunner.
He found Meng Fanxiao again and watched him limping over.
Meng Fanglia stopped next to Milong and looked at him: "I heard from the team leader that my leg can be cured this time, mostly because of you. I will have an operation in the afternoon."
"Oh, okay." Long Wenwen glanced at Meng Fan, then continued to stare at Mi Long's shorts.
Meng was annoyed and wanted to leave, but still felt the need to say to Long Wenwen: "...Thank you."
"The leg is healed, don't fall behind, messenger, stay within three meters."
Long Wenwen reminded Meng Fan again.
Meng Fanlian looked at Long Wenwen, then at Mi Long who was practicing his spear, and limped away with a bad leg.
In front of the warehouse, Xia Yuan sat on a stool and basked in the sun. This was a rare leisure time. My regiment leader and my regiment world are one of the few worlds where we can relax. It is mainly reflected in human nature. After the defeat, we lost everything.
My own soul. During the Anti-Japanese War, there were countless defeated soldiers who lost their souls. Unlike Shangganling and Changjin Lake, they focused on the cruelty of war and the greatness of the volunteers.
The group of idle soldiers in front of him pulled Xia Yuan from the heroic Shangganling to the perspective of ordinary soldiers at the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War.
Abandoning the heroic volunteers, my commander and my regiment lost their colorful colors, leaving only misery.
After the defeated soldiers took a shower, they put on a new military uniform with a smile on their faces. Kaname patted the shoes on his feet and grinned behind his ears. He said happily: "Son of a turtle,
British clothes are comfortable to wear and don’t hurt your body.”
Bula said: "No, my clothes are soft to the touch and very nice."
Xia Yuan looked at the conversation among the defeated soldiers with a smile on his face.
Not far away, the old gentleman commander came in a jeep and hurried over, accompanied by his British translator. After getting out of the car, the old gentleman came to Xia Yuan and said, "You promised us that your subordinates will help us strengthen our defenses."
Fortifications!”
Meng Fan came over and looked at Xia Yuan in surprise.
Xia Yuan opened his eyes, stood up and looked at the old gentleman in front of him, and said in not very bad English: "My regiment has just experienced the battle last night. Now it needs to rest. We are all exhausted. We will strengthen the defenses until we wait."
tomorrow."
The old gentleman understood Xia Yuan's meaning from his poor English and said, "I hope you can keep your promise."
Xia Yuan replied: "You should pray that we can have a better rest. I don't know if the Japanese will give us this time. Why don't you send some of your coffee and so on, and we can help you with night duty."
The old gentleman rolled his eyes and said, "I need to strengthen the airport's defenses."
This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xia Yuan: "That's impossible, they need a good rest. And we are soldiers, not plasterers. Once we are rested, we will take the initiative.
of."
There is a saying that goes well, offense is the best defense.
Instead of staying at the airport and worrying about when the Japanese will show up, it is better to take the initiative and take the choice into your own hands.
The old gentleman looked at Xia Yuan in astonishment and said, "Madman! There are so many Japanese soldiers like a moving forest! You only have so many people, and you will die!"
"Whether we die or not is our business! Maybe we are crazy, but the Japanese are even crazier. Two teams dare to attack the airport. The only way to deal with such madmen is that we are crazier than them! Two teams of them dare
Attack the airport! Ten of us are going to attack their regiment! And my regiment has three hundred people!"
Xia Yuan said: "Offense is the best defense! Instead of passive defense, it is better to attack proactively! We still have a chance, instead of cowering at the airport like a turtle!"
The old gentleman realized that bringing a translator was of no use. He understood what Xia Yuan meant, "God, they are going to commit suicide. I have to contact their commander. God bless this damn communication so that I can contact them smoothly."
Their commander, I must tell their commander about this."
"There is no commander anymore. I am their commander." Xia Yuan said calmly: "The Japanese army has already chased them. If you stay here, you are waiting to die. Two small groups of Japanese troops can knock you down.
Next time, two small groups of Japanese troops will be able to knock you down. Instead of waiting to die here, it is better to take the initiative to attack."
The old gentleman said nothing and left with his men.
Meng Fan limped over and said, "You want to be like a dead man, so you take us to die. We only have 300 people, and you only won the battle once."
He seemed to be reminding Xia Yuan, "This is Burma, surrounded by Japanese devils."
Xia Yuan looked at him: "It is precisely because this is Burma and is surrounded by the Japanese that we should attack instead of staying here. When the British retreat, they will use us as a stepping stone for their retreat. You don't know
These British guys are going to do something, but I know it."
Xia Yuan's eyes were profound: "Two squads of Japanese soldiers can knock down the airport. Likewise, if there are two squads of Japanese soldiers, those British guys will definitely not be able to defend it. They will be defeated by the Japanese devils. Our
The flanks will be exposed to the Japanese guns."
Xia Yuan turned to look at Meng Fan, and continued: "Have you heard this sentence? We are not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but we are afraid of teammates who are like pigs. If we follow these British guys to guard the airport, we will only die more.
quick."
Meng Fanlai fell into silence.
Xia Yuan looked at the broken soldiers who were resting and continued: "The British are stalling for time now, delaying the retreat. They say they want to guard the airport, but in fact they just want to keep us until their plane arrives.
When they arrive, they will retreat, and we will be abandoned by them and become the backbone of their retreat. Don't underestimate these British guys. You can ask the dead and the dead, how did the expeditionary force fail? He is
Watching the expeditionary force collapse."
"You can also ask those members of the regiment who joined the defeated expeditionary force and asked them how they were tricked by the British."
"Go and have a rest. You are going to have an operation in the afternoon. After the operation, you will have another day of rest and then we will start to retreat."
Xia Yuan looked at the defeated soldiers, and seemed to be talking to Meng Fanglia, and also seemed to be telling the defeated soldiers: "Burma and Burma can't stay here anymore. The joining of the defeated soldiers did not reverse the war between Burma and Burma. They were just for cover."
The elite retreated, and those defeated soldiers were those abandoned by their superiors. Whether it was Yu Xiaoqing's superiors or the superiors of the entire Kuomintang, they only had their own elites in their eyes, not those defeated soldiers."
Meng Fanlai opened his mouth and looked at Xia Yuan's eyes gradually closing after he sat down again, and he limped away.
Not long after Meng FanLeo left, Long WenZhang came again. He promoted his plan to Xia Yuan to fight guerrillas in Burma, just like the anti-Japanese armed workers behind enemy lines. The Japanese would continue to send troops to the airport where they defended.
force, delaying or even defeating the Japanese army's empty rear defense.
And relying on the airport, they can obtain supplies shipped from the British and Americans.
It sounds good, but the defeated soldiers in the team have experienced the failure of the Burma War and no longer see any hope of victory in this battle. Moreover, the British are also withdrawing to their favorite India.
The last batch of Myanmar.
Behind them, the British allies at the airport are "enthusiastic" in contact with the headquarters, just to verify the identities of Long Wenwen and Xia Yuan. Their artillery has been bombarding the depths of the remote forest where Japanese troops are said to be gathered. As for whether there were any bombs
When it comes to the Japanese devils, this is unknown.
Xia Yuan understood that this was the last artillery bombardment by the British. Regardless of whether there were Japanese troops within the target range, their mission was to consume all the artillery shells that could not be taken away. Even if it was such an aerial bombing, they were not willing to use these
Artillery shells were sent to their Chinese allies.
In the afternoon, during the artillery bombardment, Meng Fanle's surgery began. A Yi, Mi Long, Bu La, Yao Ma and a group of defeated soldiers in the shelter gathered together and waited quietly.
"No need to rush. It's just a small operation. The military doctor needs to cut off the necrotic flesh, clean it up, and then replace it with new medicine. The process is very simple."
Vet Hao said from the side.
Kaname said: "Since you know, why don't you help Fanla clean up the wound?"
Veterinarian Hao looked embarrassed: "It's not that the conditions are bad. After cleaning the wound, we need to disinfect and sterilize it. There are also those anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers. Where can I get these? If you sell them all, you can't afford his medicine."
Bu La smiled and said, "So, one of Fan La's legs is worth more than all of us."
Veterinarian Hao patted him: "How can this be the same? You are a wounded person. If you are injured, you also need to use this kind of medicine. As long as it is available, the regiment leader will never care about these medicines. Isn't medicine just used to save people?
of."
Meng Fanle's operation did not last long. He was stabbed in the leg with a bayonet. Without medicine, the wound festered and the flesh became necrotic. If left untreated for a long time, he would face the risk of amputation, and the British
People's medical technology is relatively advanced, and their medicines are very complete. Veterinarian Hao, the only military doctor of the Sichuan Army, can't do anything about it, but any British military doctor can solve this kind of knife wound. The knife wound is the simplest.
The gun also needs to be opened to remove bullets.
After coming out, Meng Fanlao had a long-lost smile on his face. He felt that the sunshine was warmer today.
The defeated soldiers rushed forward and asked Fanla how she felt. Fanla pulled up her pants and pointed at her bandaged leg and said, "I don't feel much. I'll be fine after a nap. They also gave me some medicine, once every three days."
Just change the dressing and wait until the wound heals."
The defeated soldiers were happy that Meng Fanglia had cured his leg injury. Meng Fanglia was grateful to Xia Yuan. Thanks to Xia Yuan's help, his rotten leg could be reborn. Without Xia Yuan, his rotten leg would have been