Leader?

A group of people looked at each other and Meng was upset and said, "We are the Sichuan Army, and our leader is Yu Xiaoqing."

"Yu Xiaoqing is dead!" Long Wenhua was as calm as if drinking water. A group of people who had survived death continued to look at each other. Xia Tian tried hard to recall Yu Xiaoqing's appearance, but after thinking about it, the only thing he remembered was:

Go, it's yours.

Sure enough, life in war is equally fragile. If a few soldiers die, a few larger officials will have to be buried with you. Or a few larger officials will have to be buried with you. If a few larger officials will have to be buried with you.

Long Wenhua continued to tell his situation - some planes landed safely at the airport, some were forced or exploded like summer. When they landed at the airport, he brought a soldier out to find someone.

"I'll come out to find you stupid fools, oh, not all fools," Long Wen's eyes looked at Xia Tian, ​​and he said, "Look, there is one of you who is not stupid."

Xia Tian didn't know why he was praised. At this time, he was walking towards the corpse. There were a total of four Japanese corpses and one of his own corpses. He was Long Wen's guard. However, there were several blood holes hanging on his chest, and the gurgling blood was dyeing his shirt red.

Xia Tian wanted to take off the guard's pants and put them on his bare legs with only one big shorts, but looking at his equally young face, he remembered the scene where the guys around him had to put some cloth before they died, so Xia Tian dispelled this intention and locked his eyes on the Japanese corpse.

[I plan to wear a pair of Japanese pants, so I can't do it. I don't want to be shot black by my nervous wife in the jungle.]

Just when Xia Tian was about to take off the Japanese trousers, Long Weng said self-deprecatingly: "Okay, none of you is smarter - you, everyone throws away everything on their bodies! Whether it is Burmese cloth or Japanese clothes!"

A group of soldiers who didn't want to be bare when facing death were angry at the same time. When they boarded the plane, they were deprived of everything they had on their bodies. At that time, they thought they could wear British clothes and could barely accept it. But now, they would be killed by the Japanese who rushed out in the jungle at any time. Who would want to become a ghost or a bare person?

This is their last little pitiful dignity.

No one moved. Xia Tian, ​​who was about to take off the Japanese pants, looked in shock as the commander who suddenly appeared and rescued them, and said, "Why? There is a body-wrapped thing, we look like humans."

"Is it like a person when I die?" Long Weng said the meaning that Xia Tian had not made clear, as if he had uncovered the scar that everyone was most reluctant but had to face.

"This is Myanmar, and many yellow people will die. The only thing that can tell their identities after death is the things wrapped around you. If you can't win this battle, many people, including you and many of me, cannot go home. Where you are buried with your comrades, call home. Will you be buried with the Japanese or Burmese after death? Are you enduring the Burmese or Japanese dialect day by day?"

Xia Tian slowly retreated and completely gave up the idea of ​​taking off the ugly pants. Many years later, many younger generations will follow the bloody paths that their ancestors have walked to commemorate the people who fought in foreign countries but could not return home. They could not take away the bones of those ancestors, but could bring back the souls of their ancestors. Xia Tian didn't want to die, and he would still be entangled with the souls of other countries and delay going home.

Because, this is a battle that will definitely be lost, because, the Expeditionary Army has an ally like a pig, and a big boss who loves micro-funny and is extremely confident.

Long Weng asked the bodies to be collected and buried together, so everyone began to turn back according to the original path of fleeing in a hurry, searching for the corpses that had long been cooled on the way.

Xia Tian walked in the re-armed team with a gun, looking like a soldier - a desperate escape and killed two more Japanese devils with his own hands, Xia Tian was finally no longer the waste who only thought about games or picking up girls in college, although he had killed a Japanese tank with a moor bottle before.

When they first met, the only soldier who had no cloth on his body but had weapons was Xia Tian, ​​which naturally aroused Long Wen's interest. When they were searching for the body, Long Wen walked up to Xia Tian and asked, "How many years have you been a soldier?"

“One year.”

"Private?"

"Um."

"Then you are a corporal now," Long Weng easily promoted Xia Tian, ​​and then explored the details of the team. Xia Tian didn't think much about it, and "selled" the battalion commander A Yi and the company commander Meng Fan, and easily sold Xia Tian, ​​who was the leader of his side. He never thought that he had just sold it, and Long Weng shouted:

"Captain Meng!"

Meng Fan, who was limping, trotted over, but a bolt from the blue broke out from Long Wen's mouth:

"You were beaten up, at the end, now you are... Private."

Xia Tian was stunned. It wasn’t Meng Fan who was still in the middle of the seat and then accepted the news and whispered: “Care the chicken to scare the monkey?”

"Kill the monkey and show it to the chicken."

"The biggest monkey is not me."

"But you're lame."

In an inexplicable conversation, Xia Tian interrupted and said, "Sir, he was stabbed from behind by the Japanese when he saved me." The lie became the truth after saying it thousands of times. Even Xia Tian forgot how Meng Fan was injured, and only remembered Meng Fan's own words.

"It seems that you can be a good non-commissioned officer. Since you saved him, you should be one level older than him. You have been promoted again. Now you are... a sergeant." Long Wen's understatement said, he could not feel any respect for the military rank system at all. Then he quickly changed the topic: "Doing with the British really makes three corpses furious. I said that no one of you really knows a little English, right?"

"Meng Lian...Sergeant Association." Xia Tian hurriedly said, adding in his heart: I will do it a little bit.

"You have been upgraded again. From now on, you are the sergeant and my messenger. - Well, don't worry, after this battle, I will find a way to treat your legs. If it doesn't cure them, I will chop them up and give them to you." Long Wen gave a very big sweet date, but this sweet date was not eaten by Meng Fanle, because he gave the wrong partner. Meng Fanle is the smartest among all, just like he could see the essence of killing monkeys and giving them to chickens at a glance.

"You, do it well, I think your promotion speed will not be lower than that of him." Long Weng fooled Xia Tian, ​​and then went to find others, leaving only Xia Tian and Meng Fan who were completely immune to Long Weng's promotion. Sergeant Meng and the commander said, looking at Long Weng's figure:

"We're in trouble."

Xia Tian deeply felt the same, but it was definitely not as deep as Meng Fanle thought. He was just shocked by the casualness of a regiment commander about his military rank, but then he thought of his current situation and said, "I think it's a good thing to have trouble."

"Um?"

"If there is no trouble, we will be done."

“That’s right…”

Mr. Meng nodded as if he accepted his fate, but it was better to have some trouble.

...

When they got on the plane, they had more than fifty people.

After the forced landing, they had more than thirty left.

Now, they have 27 people, nine of whom are lying on the ground, and they are brought back from the road of desperation, and one is the commander who rescued them and brought them back to retrieve the body.

The jungle under the night was full of malice, and they could not find the rest of the corpses, and so many could be found.

This is war. No matter how nice it is, no matter how cruel the oaths made together are, they can never live and die together, and they can never bury all their brothers.

The grave was chosen to be where the Japanese corpses were buried. Four Japanese corpses and a tree that once supported a machine gun became tombstones. The corpses of living people from all over the world were buried in the explosion of the warehouse and buried in the explosion. A tombstone without a tombstone, but they were destined to be worshipped, and appeared in this world.

Behind it are nine lives that were once brilliant, sloppy or humble.

Long Weng did something that no one could imagine. Before burying, he took off his clothes, his coat, shirt, and pants, and wrapped them on the corpse. The remaining corpse was also wrapped in Burmese brocade. The only thing that didn't move was the corpse of the Japanese, he said:

"Save it. If you don't want to die and be stripped naked by them, just keep it."

The Japanese do not lack the clothes of the dead, but they are already very bad and good at taking revenge in worse ways. In the face of Long Wen's words, everyone, including Xia Tian, ​​accepted them silently - although they were only a pair of big shorts left.

The last explosion of the warehouse came to an end, like a burial song. Long Weng knelt in a very strange posture in front of the standing grave, saying nervously that the living cannot understand or the dead cannot hear, as if he could communicate with the dead. It was a very pious attitude, so pious that the other 17 people felt guilty.

[The British were running towards India. If they were just running, it didn't matter. But the British were always dragging the tail of the expeditionary army behind with an attitude similar to the attitude of preferring foreign thieves to give them slaves. Therefore, the expeditionary army missed one good opportunity with the help of the British "selfless" help. The repeated missed opportunities finally laid the situation of failure. The expeditionary army began to evacuate, and a group of defeated soldiers who did not stop the sky and did not care about the uncle or love their grandmother. In this case, they were added to the battlefield - at the tail of the war, they began to survive.]

Xia Tian smiled at his companions who were darker than black people, revealing his white teeth - Long Wenhua poured something into the gasoline, mixed a bucket of black dye, took the lead in soaking himself in it, and created a "bold body". So, the others could only obey, and even Ayi had to grit his teeth and dye himself into a black ghost.

The snake's butt, which just came out of the oil barrel, said in his own Cantonese language: "Why are you laughing at? You are the same."

"Don't you think we are like monsters in the mountains? I dare say that when the Japanese see us, they will be scared by us!"

The summer painting made them laugh. They had seen countless people running for life in a hurry while the Japanese pursued them, and countless people scattered and urinated in the guns of the Japanese, but they had never seen the Japanese being scared to urinate. If they could see the Japanese being scared to urinate, then...

It's really worth it!

"Let's go, let's go, the living people have to go to war!" Long Weng looked at Black's subordinates with satisfaction and led them to his ideal place. Before leaving this place where people buried and awakened them, he suddenly said in a slight way:

"Why do you say you have no clothes, and you are with me!"

"What the hell thing?" Milong was puzzled.

"Military Songs from the Great Qin Dynasty," Xia Tian showed off his knowledge for the first time. He looked at Doctor Hao and said, "There was a group of people on the land in Guanzhong who sang this song "Qin Feng Wuyi", swept the ** and established the first centralized empire in Chinese history."

Xia Tian thought he understood, and Long Weng read this poem to take them to complete a career similar to the Qin army.
Chapter completed!