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Ah Yi grabbed Chen Yu's shoulders, and tears ran down his face when he saw these bones. These comrades were lying neatly and peacefully on the west bank, and no one disturbed them.

The guerrillas who walked in the front said: "We helped to put it here, thinking that you would fight back soon and not bury it. We don't have so many people to dig the pit. Now the West Bank belongs to the Japanese, and it is too dangerous to break the ground."

"Thank you." Ah Yi tangled up two words.

"Thank you, I didn't bury them."

At this time, Sangmen Xing took out a stack of yellow paper from the marching bag, dug out a small hole with a machete, put the yellow paper in the hole, closed his eyes and folded his hands together to recite silently.The last time they passed by here, this time Sangmen Xing specially brought a handful of yellow paper to worship our comrades.

Bura looked at the Sangmen Xing who was kneeling in worship and said: "Last time we walked from here, dead and dead said to beat Xiao Dongyang away, and the living will come here to bury them. No matter who can survive, they will die." Come here to collect them and bury them."

Chen Yu said in a daze: "Chen Yu of the Xiachuan Army, if he is lucky enough to survive, he will help his comrades collect the bones, sacrifice and bury them, so as to rest the spirits of the brothers in heaven!"

A Yi also said: "Look at the heroic spirits of all brothers, and protect us to regain our country."

Farewell to the dead bones, we are on the road again.Walking along the mountain forest, the guerrillas brought us to an area where we could observe the anti-slope of Nantianmen. When dawn came, the morning light broke through the clouds in the sky.

More than a dozen people stayed here, and Bula waited for others to guard around, while Ah Yi took out the drawing tools in his backpack, and Chen Yu used a telescope to observe the fortifications on the reverse slope, and then picked up the map drawn on the West Bank last time. Compare, find out what is not there, draw what is there, check for omissions and fill in vacancies.

Ah Yi drew very carefully, even every machine gun nest and emplacement was clearly drawn, and he used the tools around him to measure the height position, which was almost the same.He even marked the angle of fire on the reverse slope and recorded it in a notebook for review.

Bored and extremely busy, after drawing the observation map, we went to the next location.Apart from Nantianmen, we still have a lot of places to fight, not just a point at Nantianmen, but also the street terrain behind the cymbals.

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The guerrillas took us along the mountain road to the edge of Tongbo Town. From the hill overlooking the entire Tongcymbal, this place has become a no-man's land.

There are several corpses lying in the farmland. The corpses have decomposed, and several wild dogs that have gone crazy from eating human flesh are gnawing on them.Chen Yu thought about the scene of no man's land countless times, but when he was there, he couldn't even say a word.

We were defeated, and there was still a chance of survival if we fled. The people who stayed in their hometown could only become playthings of the Japanese army.Our people are not human beings to the Japanese army, they are just lowly "livestock", because we always lose battles, the Japanese look down on us and the people who gave birth to us.

'Clang clang clang~~~'

A copper bell sounded in the distance, and the copper sound was melodious and melodious.

Chen Yu asked the guerrillas: "Why is the bell still ringing?"

"Qingliang Temple on the mountain." The man replied.

"I asked why the bell still rings. Aren't all the people dead?"

"There's a broken temple over there."

Chen Yu shouted and asked: "I know it's a temple, why would someone ring the bell in the temple, aren't all the people with the cymbals dead?"

The guerrillas gave up their sophistry: "I..."

"Take me to see."

Picking up the rifle, Chen Yu kicked Ah Yi: "I'll go to the temple to have a look, and wait for me when you finish drawing here."

"Okay, don't disturb my drawing." Ah Yi drove Chen Yu away annoyed.

After patting Bu La, Mi Long, Dou Cake, Snake Butt and others, Chen Yu took them away from here.He wanted to know why the guerrillas hesitated to say anything. Logically, these people would not hide any secrets, as long as it was beneficial to the battle, they would know everything.

The copper cymbal town was quiet, and the bells echoed in the forest not far away.

Chen Yu forced the guerrilla to take him there, and then he met a man on the road, a fat man wearing glasses, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, facing the piles of corpses in the farmland in the distance.The guerrillas were right. After we left last time, Takeuchi Lianshan went crazy, and then killed the only few hundred old, weak, sick and disabled in Tongcymbal Town.

Piles of corpses were piled up in the farmland, and the Japanese army chopped off their heads and piled them into a Jingguan. Chen Yu gritted his teeth and walked past the fat monk who saved the souls of the dead.

The fat monk suddenly said: "Benefactor, don't go, seeing it will only disturb your mind."

"what exactly is it?"

"Ah~~~" The fat monk sighed faintly.

Walking along the edge of Tongbo Town, the guerrilla led Chen Yu helplessly into the dense forest. After walking through the forest for a few minutes, a half-burned temple appeared in front of Chen Yu.

Pick up the binoculars and look at the dilapidated temple hundreds of meters away. In the open space, there are a few monks doing rituals.

One person is ringing the bell, one person is superseding, and one person is making a tablet out of wood, please go to the table to offer respectfully.The fireworks in the incense burner were faint, and there was a fire in front of them.An infantry group of Japanese soldiers is burning their bodies. This is the Japanese soldier we killed last time. The monks are helping them to save lives. Every time a body is burned, a memorial tablet is respectfully enshrined.

Chen Yu lowered his hand holding the binoculars, and our people died in the wilderness. The corpses were swallowed by wild animals, and the eyes of the wild dogs were red.However, some people respectfully and respectfully exalted the Japanese army and enshrined their tablets.

But looking back, under the Buddha's raccoon shrine, there is a sacred drum.

Chapter 113

The sincerity of the monk's chanting hit Chen Yu's heart, and he squatted in the bushes on the ridge to quietly watch the scene in front of the dilapidated temple.

Bu La picked up the binoculars and was full of curiosity. When the distant picture came into view, Bu La dropped the binoculars in his hand, picked up the Thomson submachine gun and wanted to rush down the mountain.Chen Yu pinned him to the ground, staring at the temple with blushing eyes.

"No, no one is allowed to shoot."

Bu La let out a cry: "Bastard son of a bitch, why don't we even get buried when our people die, these bitch sons have to chant scriptures to save us, are our people human?"

"Because we lost the battle, that's how we lose the battle!" Chen Yu scolded in a low voice.

"I don't agree!"

"It's too late to be dissatisfied. Now that you know that you are dissatisfied and want to fight, what did you do as a deserter?"

Bula lay motionless on the ground, and Chen Yu also let go of his hands and feet.

There is nothing he can do. He came here to collect and add information about the West Bank. It is okay to give Takeuchi Lianshan eye drops, but he must wait until the situation is clarified and the map is drawn.

Looking at it from a distance, Chen Yu waited quietly, waiting for Ah Yi to map out the roads of the entire Tongbo Town, together with the roads on the surrounding mountains, this is our chance of winning the counterattack on the West Bank.

Starting before dawn, we traveled all the way through mountains and mountains, and it took us half a day to arrive at Tongbo Town. The time for drawing and labeling was not shorter than this.The guerrillas took Chen Yu and others to hide in a shack among the bushes and weeds. The bushes were covered by a large number of wild herbal vines, and there was a thorn bush outside.

On the way to the shack, the guerrillas would grab a handful of rhizomes from their pockets every few steps, rub them, crush them, and smear them on the surrounding branches.Sangmen Xing told Chen Yu that this is a plant called "chicken dung vine" by the locals. It is extremely smelly and can prevent wild animals in the mountains from following the smell. The guerrillas did this to prevent the Japanese army's military dogs.

There are three shacks, and two of them are occupied. Seeing someone coming, they pick up the [-]-type rifle nervously. Four or five guerrillas are black and thin. The ribs of their chests.

So thin and thin, even thinner than those strong men who were sent to the Sichuan Army. Seeing that they were their own, they put down their rifles.

Walking into one of the stinky shacks, there was a scrawny old man lying in the shed, with the team members nursing him sitting beside him.The cotton wool under the old man's body had already turned black and was very damp.The old man's eyes were cloudy, and he was incontinent when he was agitated when he was lying on the straw mat.

"Who~~~" the old man asked weakly.

The guerrilla leader squatted beside the old man and said, "Western Yunnan Expeditionary Army."

"Call back! Hehe~~~Hoo~~~"

Before waiting for a reply, the skinny old man looked back for a few seconds and spoke in a loud voice. He looked at Chen Yu standing beside him, then smiled and fell asleep completely.

Sangmenxing said: "The village head of Lianhua Village, last time we came here, he even showed us the way. Tongbo Town called for safety, and the people in the town were arrested and sent to repair the Nantianmen, and the rest were killed. This The old man did not recruit, and the people in the village were caught and killed by the Japanese. We saw them last time, but now we have not seen a single person."

Chen Yu knelt down in front of the old man and earnestly kowtowed three times. Bula, Milong and others behind him also followed suit. Everyone kowtowed three times, which is what we owe him.

"The old man is in the spirit of heaven, the descendant Chen Yu will definitely recover the west bank, and bury the heads of the Zhunei Mountains in the ancestral hall of your clan, and be trampled by future generations! The corpses are smashed into pieces, and the bones are smashed into ashes!"

The guerrilla leader gently rolled up the straw mat, together with the skinny bones on the straw mat. This bone is very small. Judging from the skeleton, the old man was at least seven feet tall in his prime. Now he is curled up into a ball of flesh.

Holding the straw mat, the man said: "We used to be taken care of by him when we were in Lianhua Village. After the Japanese came, they were reluctant to eat the corned sweet potatoes in the field. They stuffed them for us when we passed by. We also I want to drive away the Japanese, but there are too few people, so I am ashamed of the village chief."

When the village chief was buried, no one spoke. The guerrillas found a pit where the mountain people hunted wild boars, threw the skeleton wrapped in straw mats in it, filled it with a few handfuls of loess to cover the straw mats, and covered the smell with chicken shit vines. , so as not to be eaten by wild animals.

After finishing this, Chen Yu and others sat in the shack and took out emergency food such as biscuits and canned food from their backpacks.

It was obviously the first time for them to eat canned food and biscuits, especially canned beef from the US military. Seeing how cautious and hungry they were, Chen Yu picked up the water bottle and took a sip of water before turning his head away.

The guerrilla leader broke off a small piece of biscuit and put it in his mouth. He carefully tasted the military food from across the Pacific Ocean, and then carefully put away the remaining biscuit and put it in his pocket.

"Brother Chen, forgive me, we haven't eaten any food for a long time, usually taro and plantain cores dug in ditches in the mountains, and we dare not light a fire to cook them."

"It's nothing, it's the same way we fought in Burma before."

The leader asked: "Didn't you say that your expeditionary forces are all elite? Why don't you care about eating and drinking?"

"No one cares." Chen Yu said with a smile: "Don't talk about it, it's all in the past. Do you want to vote with us and enjoy the prestige of the bamboo mountains? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"Okay! Mutual cooperation, this is what we should do."

"Pleasant to work with."

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Squatting in the shack until the afternoon, I glanced outside, and there was a sound in the woods, followed by a whistle.

The leader said: "My own people, Captain Lin and the others are here."

Getting up and walking out of the shack, Chen Yu saw Ah Yi and others coming out of the dense forest, and a fat monk who helped Ah Yi climb up the hillside, with a yellow cloth bag hanging on his waist.

"Master Shihang, here."

The fat monk looked up at Chen Yukou and said, "Amitabha, the benefactor is a person with great perseverance and must have a great heart."

"Don't dare." Chen Yu bowed his head in return.

Ah Yi stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead: "Last time, I died. The unmarked goals and roads have been drawn. It's time to go back."

"go back?"

Chen Yu sneered and said, "Go and see what's in the fields, and then go and see what's in the temple on the mountain. Only those who don't have a conscience will go back."

"What's the matter?"

Not spicy: "Dead."

A Yi: "There are dead people everywhere here, but if you don't go back to do anything, those are all done, and the only thing left is to go back to the regiment and mark what you see on the military map."

"There is an infantry group of Japanese soldiers in the ruined temple on the mountain. They are burning the corpses and beat them up before going back."

Master Shihang let go of Ah Yi's hand, clasped his hands together and said, "The monk disagrees, that ruined temple is a monk's temple. Besides, there is a squadron of Japanese from Qingliang Temple. They went to the countryside yesterday to arrest young men. Will be back."

Chen Yu picked up the rifle and checked the bullets: "It's murder, arson, rape, and looting. The battle is resolved in 10 minutes, and you retreat immediately after 10 minutes. You guerrillas don't need to help. Just find a retreat route. Don't let the Japanese army find you."

The leader of the guerrillas smiled: "No, they won't look for us when they enter the mountain. They have gone into the mountain to look for us several times before, and they won't look for us after more than a dozen people died."

Chapter 114

A group of people walked through the jungle, and Chen Yu took them as if they were back in Burma, and took them to die.

The leader of the guerrillas, or the captain, is what six or seven members of his team call him.He led the way in front, walking on a winding animal path, a path trampled by wild beasts in the mountains. No one except the wild boar and him knew this path. This path cannot be called a "road".

It took half an hour. The guerrilla captain led Chen Yu and his party to the flank of the ruined temple. Looking at the ruined temple from here, the corpses were still being burned in the open space in front of the temple. The simple wooden sign is sent to the incense burner for worship.

Picking up the binoculars and looking at it, this place is very good, less than 200 meters away from the ruined temple.

The guerrilla captain said: "Be careful, there are Japanese patrols around the copper cymbals. Last time you came to fight with them, these guys patrolled every day. It's just that they don't dare to go into the mountains, they just patrol on the road. Once there is a fight, they will block the intersection."

"Didn't you say it earlier?" Chen Yu turned around and cursed.

"Don't worry, Master Shihang has already planted landmines on the road, and it will take a while to see how you fight."

"How long can a few mines last?"

The team leader said guiltily: "We will risk our lives to help you delay. Anyway, if this continues, you won't be able to live for long. The Japanese killed all the people in the copper cymbals, just to starve us to death. Originally, we wanted to go to Tengchong, but it was too far away. It's not moving."

As if remembering something, the guerrilla captain bared his teeth: "Don't worry, we won't cross the river to Zenda, and we won't tell anyone about you. It's good to fight a battle, it's our best effort."

"Where are they from?" Chen Yu asked.

"Guizhou."

Chen Yu spat out a mouthful of saliva: "No wonder, why didn't you go north with those people?"

"Southern Sichuan guerrillas, I escaped alone, and came here with the caravan."

All right!The southern Sichuan guerrillas that Chen Yu has been looking for for half a year are here, and there is only one seedling left. It can be said that God has eyes, but God is not merciful.The guerrillas in southern Sichuan were wiped out, the remaining people died or fled, and those who survived were still active underground.

These people may be the last armed forces of the southern Sichuan guerrillas, who ran from southern Sichuan to this ghost place.A sad designation "Southern Sichuan Guerrilla", the only order he received was to contain and fight guerrillas behind enemy lines.

After fighting for more than ten years, it was not until the end of the war that the central government realized that this group of guys were still doing underground work in the southwest, so it seemed that there was such a troop.Chen Yu didn't know how this group of people survived, and now they still want to fight the Japanese army. These people's thoughts changed very quickly!

The captain asked with interest: "Brother Chen, where are you from?"

"Me?" Chen Yu looked up to the sky.

Bu La interjected: "Damn Frankie, from that mountain lump in western Hunan."

"You talk too much."

After giving Bu La a hard look, Chen Yu began to make a plan, but in fact there was no plan. He outflanked both sides and wiped out the Japanese infantry group in the open space of the temple with the advantage of firepower.Run away after hitting, don't stay for a moment.

"Milong, look for a machine gun shooting position. Ah Yi, you lead people to outflank from the left, and I lead people to outflank from the right. Your guerrillas attract fire from the front, don't be stupid and die."

Milong picked up the machine gun and kicked the bean cake lying on the ground to find a shooting point.Ah Yi gritted his teeth and nodded, because he just saw the corpses stacked in the farmland through the forest. Rao, who came back from Myanmar and saw the corpses of his comrades all the way, he was also stunned by this scene, and agreed to the battle without saying a word .

The twelve people were either the survivors who followed Chen Yu to defend the camp, or the old brothers from the shelter.Ah Yi took Snake Butt, Sangmen Xing and others away, while Chen Yu was with Bu La, Cui Yong and others.

When they parted, Chen Yu walked past the guerrilla leader and whispered in his ear.