"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.

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"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.

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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."
To be continued...