In the middle of the mountain road in the dense forest, the distorted screams of the French old Gilles and his slit cheeks frightened everyone around him and took a few steps back. They even looked at Wei Ran with tears in their eyes.

There was a look of fear. The young monk who had just been helped up also clasped his hands together and said something with a low eyebrow.

Just at this moment, Squad Leader Liang walked over, frowned and asked, "What's wrong? What did you ask?"

"The Japanese asked him to pretend to be a British man and create chaos and spread rumors." Wei Ran paused and briefly recounted the information he had just asked.

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Shouzheng had already used the butt of the submachine gun in his hand to knock out two large gold teeth from Gille's mouth. He also spit a mouthful of thick phlegm into his mouth, and then cursed in his hometown dialect.

He said "dog hanging!"

Ignoring the ear-piercing screams, Wei Ran walked over to Ji Le and squatted down next to him after reciting the story. With an expressionless face, he slowly inserted the bayonet in his hand into the gap between his chest and ribs, accurately piercing the heart. Unfortunately, this time,

, he still didn’t feel the indescribable sense of brain shutdown.

Just as he pulled out his bayonet, the young monk opened his mouth and said something.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Zhou Guochang immediately translated, "Master Sehao said that if we go to Mo's Village, he wants to go with us to avoid..."

"What can I avoid?" Wei Ran habitually wiped the blood from the bayonet on Gille's face.

"Lest you scare others, and lest others misunderstand us."

Zhou Guochang grinned and said, "Master Sehao said that he is from Mo's village, and he is willing to testify for us and explain along the way."

Before Zhou Guochang finished speaking, the young monk who looked about sixteen or seventeen at most showed a gentle smile to Wei Ran, and then said something in Burmese.

"Master Sehao said that he met you at the temple in Manxi Town and accepted bananas from you."

Zhou Guochang paused and waited for the young master named Se Hao to say something again before continuing to translate, "He also said that he would pray for you and pray that you would not be entangled in the karma of killing."

Hearing this, Wei Ran smiled nonchalantly and said, "Get something useful and let's set off now."

Before Zhou Guochang and the young monk Sehao finished communicating, Qin Shouzheng had already put the two big gold teeth that had just been pried out into his pocket, and then picked up the Webley revolver originally held by Gille and looked at it.

He threw it into the backpack with a look of disgust.

A little later, Zhou Guochang also dug out a lot of rifle bullets from the things he pulled out of the three corpses and threw them into his backpack, while Squad Leader Liang hung the kettle on the donkey.

At the same time, the young monk named Sehao also helped the girl who fell on the muddy ground, and the two of them worked together to carry the old man's body to a bullock cart not far away.

While Wei Ran and others were waiting, the young monk slowly picked up the blanket and covered the Buddha statue in the bamboo basket on the donkey. Then he bent down and picked up the ornately decorated Burmese knife.

He pinned it on his waist with a calm look.

"Master Sehao said he is ready to go," Zhou Guochang helped translate.

"Then let's go"

Wei Ran, who was carrying the least weight, was the first to step forward. Zhou Guochang and Qin Shouzheng, who also held submachine guns, followed a little behind. On the other hand, Squad Leader Liang and the young monk Sehao, each led their own donkeys in no particular order.

They walked at the end as if they were moving forward hand in hand.

Chatting all the way, with Zhou Guochang's translation, Wei Ran and others finally found out that this young master Sehao was sent to Manxi Town by the abbot of Mo's Village, specifically responsible for transferring the two precious Buddha statues in Manxi Town.

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Moreover, according to him, as early as a week ago, the British army had left Mansi Town and first retreated to Mo's Village. In a short period of time, they left Mo's Village and went to unknown destinations.

When asked about the expeditionary force in Mo's village, the young master just shook his head and said under Zhou Guochang's translation, "A large part of them has also entered the Savage Mountain. When I left the village the day before yesterday, there was

There aren’t many expeditionary soldiers left.”

"Where's the hospital?"

Qin Shouzheng asked, "Guochang, please ask young master Sehao, is the hospital in Mo's Village still there? Are the wounded still there?"

Fortunately, when these words were translated by Zhou Guochang, the young monk leading the donkey immediately nodded and replied calmly in Burmese, "Yes, they are all here."

After listening to Zhou Guochang's translation, Squad Leader Liang, Qin Shouzheng and Wei Ran all breathed a sigh of relief, and then Zhou Guochang also breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, as long as the hospital is still there, he is still in a coma with high fever on the back of a donkey.

There is still hope for Luke.

After running around for days, they finally heard the good news, and everyone's pace accelerated a lot. Near noon, there were fewer and fewer refugees traveling with them, and a winding river gradually appeared in front of them.

But compared to the vaguely visible river, what is more eye-catching is the obviously maintained gravel road at your feet, as well as the endless variety of artillery and vehicles along the river in the distance!

"Master Sehao said that Mo's Village is across the river. He wants to go to the temple in the southeast of the village. The field hospital is also near the temple. He asked us where we are going." Zhou Guochang helped translate and couldn't help but read.

Luke is lying on the donkey's back.

"Go to the hospital first!" Squad Leader Liang and Qin Shouzheng made the same decision without thinking.

Hearing this, the young monk Sehao nodded quietly and led everyone onto another path that was also paved with gravel and less than two meters wide.

However, before he saw the temple, Wei Ran frowned and sniffed. He was sure that he smelled the smell of burnt protein and the unignorable smell of... meat!

He had smelled this strange smell in Stalingrad, in the city of Berlin, and even on that small island in the Pacific, following those fire-breathing soldiers!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! With inner worries, they walked around a forest of trees used to divide paddy fields. At a glance, everyone saw a pagoda wrapped in a forest in the distance.

, and a small temple located at the foot of the pagoda.

But compared to these, what is even more shocking is the camp that was obviously burned by fire in the open space on the east side of the temple!

Squad Leader Liang and Qin Shouzheng looked at each other, took off their backpacks and ran over. Wei Ran, after a brief moment of sluggishness, strode after the two stumbling men.

As he got closer, the indescribable and strange smell became stronger and stronger, and he finally found a grave pit with countless corpses piled up at the edge of the woods to the west of the temple!

However, most of the corpses piled up in the tomb that was already slightly waterlogged were charred! And on the edge of the tomb, there were a few old men, middle-aged people or even two people wrapped in gauze.

The monk wearing dark red cassocks was silently burying the grave filled with corpses!

"What...what's going on?"

Squad leader Liang knelt down and asked muttering to himself. But Qin Shouzheng was wandering around aimlessly in a panic, trying to find something.

"Dead, all dead." A middle-aged man with a cage around his waist responded in Chinese with a strong accent.

"Little devils? They blew up the hospital?!" Qin Shouzheng asked angrily in a loud voice.

"Alas..." The middle-aged man who could speak Chinese sighed, "Suicide."

"What did you say?!"

Squad Leader Liang asked in disbelief. As he spoke, he even hurriedly pulled out his box gun, pulled the hammer, and tremblingly pointed the muzzle at the middle-aged man, "Say it again!"

"suicide"

The middle-aged man seemed not to see the threat at all, and continued to cover the grave, "You are late, the large army has entered the Savage Mountain, and the wounded soldiers cannot keep up. In the early hours of yesterday morning,

They agreed to commit suicide together."

"What did you say?"

The box gun in Squad Leader Liang's hand fell to the ground, and he also fell down on the scorched soil, "Dead? Dead? All... all dead?"

"All dead"

The middle-aged man put down the shovel in his hand, sat down next to Squad Leader Liang, took out a pack of British cigarettes from his pocket, tore it open and handed one to Squad Leader Liang, and lit it himself, "

There were more than a thousand wounded, and all of them committed suicide. Some swallowed guns, some set themselves on fire, and some drove trucks with a load of wounded people singing songs directly into the river. They died, all of them died.

Here you go."

The middle-aged man wiped his tears and pointed to the grave pit not far away, "There is a team of engineers who used the machines left by the British to dig several grave pits around the forest and send all the wounded soldiers who committed suicide."

Go in and bury him."

Having said this, the middle-aged man once again wiped away the muddy tears on his face and said with a choked voice, "Those engineers also committed suicide in that grave pit. After they jumped in, they also sang songs. Then

Before the song was even finished, they poured gasoline on themselves, pulled grenades to make them smoke, and shouted..."

"What are you shouting for?" Squad Leader Liang, who was already in tears, asked.

"Destroy the shell! Use nails to destroy the shell!"

The middle-aged man imitated it from memory, "It seems... it seems to be this sentence. The wounded soldiers were shouting like this when they committed suicide, and the engineers were also shouting like this."

"Destroy the shell... Use nails to destroy the shell... Haha! Haha! Destroy the shell! Use nails to destroy the shell! Haha!"

Squad Leader Liang was crying and laughing like crazy, grabbed the box gun that had just fallen, and pointed the muzzle at his chin.

Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately rushed forward and grabbed the barrel of the gun.

"boom!"

During the crisp Johnson & Johnson, the strong air flow blew off the cap on Squad Leader Liang's head and also burned Wei Ran's palms.

But even so, he did not let go of his hand. He just endured the pain and snatched the box gun from the other party's hand.

"Don't forget what's in my bag"

Wei Ran put the pistol back into the opponent's hand, forced himself to calm down and said, "The dead are dead, the living still need us."

"Yes... yes... living people! Living people!"

Squad Leader Liang muttered nervously, struggled to get up, and stumbled forward, "Let's go after them. They are very close. We will catch up with them soon."

"well..."

Wei Ran sighed, walked a few steps quickly to catch up with Squad Leader Liang, put his hand behind his ears and pressed hard on his neck.

It wasn't until Squad Leader Liang collapsed to the ground with a pop that he walked up to the middle-aged man who was still sitting by the grave again. He ignored the box gun he picked up and asked politely, "Hello, may I ask? It’s this village…”
To be continued...