Wei Ran nodded, stood up, changed the subject and asked, "Shou Zheng, is it my turn?"

"right"

Qin Shou was pulling his bald head and responded, "Go quickly. Besides, they found a lot of old British clothes before we got here. After shaving our heads and taking a shower, we can wear new clothes tomorrow."

"

"Then I'll shave my head too."

As he spoke, Wei Ran clasped his hands and bowed slightly towards the two monks, then turned and walked towards the door of the temple.

In the blink of an eye, early the next morning, at the gate of the temple, the Chinese who helped bury the grave silently carried the backpacks prepared for them by the old monk.

In addition to the kettles, lunch boxes and other items they picked up, these backpacks also contained some brown sugar given to them by Squad Leader Liang, as well as a small bamboo tube of coarse salt, some fruits and half a bag of rice provided by the old abbot.

But even so, no one can have an accurate answer as to whether these Chinese compatriots, who are no longer young, can survive.

"Are you really not going to follow us?" Qin Shouzheng asked again without giving up.

"No"

The middle-aged man at the head waved his hand, "If we had the courage to enter Savage Mountain, we would have gone in with the large army already, so we might as well go hide in the surrounding mountains."

"Then...then you must live!" Qin Shouzheng said, clenching his fists.

"Hey! Live! I will definitely live! So are you! So are you!"

The middle-aged man responded loudly, wiped his face vigorously, and asked almost cautiously, "Squad Leader Liang, you...will you come back? Will you come back?"

Squad Leader Liang, who had shaved his beard and bald head, couldn't help but be stunned. At this time, he was not even sure whether he could find the main force or whether he could cross the Yiren Mountain alive, so how could he dare to answer this question.

"able!"

Just when the faces of the Chinese compatriots showed signs of despair, Wei Ran, who was holding a camera in his hand, took a step forward and said with confidence, "We will definitely be able to cross the Desert Mountain alive, and we will definitely be able to bring it back again.

The next time we come here, we will not only drive the little devils away from Burma, but also end this war completely!"

"good!"

A middle-aged man with gauze on his head couldn't help shouting loudly, "We will wait for you to call back! If we are still alive by then, we will drink together!"

"Yes! Let's drink together!"

The leading middle-aged man wiped away his tears again, put on his bamboo hat and said solemnly, "When this battle is over, even if one of us is alive, we will come here and put a table of good wine and food waiting for you.

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"Then it's settled!" As Squad Leader Liang spoke, he solemnly stretched out his hand towards the other party, and the two of them held each other tightly. At the same time, Wei Ran also faced Chaoyang who was about to jump out of the ground and took a photo with the backlight.

Silhouette of two people.

"Let me take a group photo of you."

Wei Ran shook the camera in his hand and suggested, "I hope there will be more people there next time we come here."

"Take! Then take a picture!"

The middle-aged man in the lead was no longer as depressed as he was when he was burying the grave yesterday afternoon. He allowed Wei Ran to take command and took a group photo of those who were about to flee alone, with the temple entrance as the background.

"Just say goodbye!"

When Wei Ran clicked the shutter, the middle-aged man, whose name had not been revealed from beginning to end, solemnly clasped his fists, and simply left the city with his companions wearing bamboo hats and their promises to each other.

It's not a big temple.

Watching them go into the jungle with only hope and disappear completely, Wei Ran looked at the young monk Sehao. The young master was still barefoot and wearing a dark red monk's robe. The only extra thing was that

It's just a bamboo hat on the head and a bamboo basket on the shoulder.

Seeing Wei Ran shaking the camera in his hand towards him, and pointing at the old abbot next to him, the young monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly as usual, then stood side by side with the old abbot at the door, keeping his hands clasped together.

They asked Wei Ran to take a photo for them.

"Shall we take a photo too?"

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he glanced vaguely at the businessman Luke who was being supported by Zhou Guochang. After this night's rest and a large bowl of herbal soup in the morning, the British man had basically gone away from the fever, except for the swelling on his arm.

The wound was still red and swollen, and there was even a faint smell of fishy odor.

"Take a photo! I haven't taken a photo yet," Qin Shouzheng said happily.

"Then take a photo"

Squad Leader Liang held up the helmet he wore on his head, and then stretched out the shirt and hem of the British P37 uniform he had just changed to in the morning.

"Let me take pictures for you," businessman Luke said proactively, while also seeming to hint that he didn't want to take photos with everyone.

Wei Ran naturally had no objections to this, so he happily handed over the camera that belonged to Luke, and followed Squad Leader Liang and others to the edge of the covered grave pit and stood side by side.

Now, including Zhou Guochang and Luke, they have all changed into a set of British uniforms provided by the Chinese compatriots. Wei Ran, Zhou Guochang and Qin Shouzheng each have a captured ammunition bag around their chests, holding in their hands

Submachine guns came from the same source, and even Zhou Guochang and Qin Shouzheng had wooden boxes containing Browning high-power pistols slung across their bodies.

Squad Leader Liang, who was the only one wearing a steel helmet, wore a leather Kowloon belt around his waist, with a tobacco pipe stick stuck diagonally on it, and the box gun slung at his side was also particularly conspicuous.

If you just look at the outfits of these four people, they are truly the best of the best, but everyone present knows that for the enemies waiting for them next, these weapons may not be of much use at all.

While everyone was in their own thoughts, Luke, who was in charge of taking pictures, gently pressed the shutter button, and then returned the camera that no longer belonged to him to Wei Ran.

Taking the camera, Wei Ran took the initiative to take a group photo of Luke and Zhou Guochang, and then took a group photo of Squad Leader Liang and Qin Shouzheng.

When he put away the camera, the old abbot at the door of the temple also helped the young monk Sehao and fixed the two bamboo baskets on the back of the black donkey.

Squad Leader Liang took one last look at the direction of the tomb, at the banyan tree next to the two 20-seal large iron pots that he had buried beside the tomb. Finally, he waved his hand and said softly without hesitation, "Let's go."

As the two donkeys brayed, everyone, including the injured Luke, each carried a bamboo basket on his back, carefully put on his bamboo hats and mosquito masks, and chanted before the frail old monk.
Chapter completed!