Following his voice, Long Mao came out with the face on his head, dragged the dead man's body out again, and said: "This is the only one inside, and he must be driving the iron car. But looking at him like this,

It’s really fucking weird.”

Zhao Bankuo nodded, looked at the rotten face, and found that the guy was wearing a strange uniform, with big holes from the collar to the hem, and the skin exposed outside the clothes showed a pus-white appearance.

Under the sunlight, Zhao Bankuo discovered that the paleness of this guy's face was not what a person who had just died should look like. Not only was he rotten, but he was also swollen to the point of being swollen. It could only be seen that he was not from China.

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Zhao Bankuo had already predicted the driver's foreign identity, so he turned his gaze back and suddenly felt emotional in his heart. This guy was the one who destroyed the Japanese den and had been dealing with them for so long!

The sergeant stretched his head over, said a few words immediately, then pointed to the swamp, followed his gesture and leaned forward to look down, and then shouted: "Damn it, get out of here!"

Zhao Bankuo also felt the rapid tilt of the iron car. He looked up and found that the rear part of the iron car slowly tilted up with the shift of gravity. The sergeant did not wait for them, walked to the edge and jumped into the tree.

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Changmao then jumped up and stretched out his hand for Zhao Bankuo to come up. However, Zhao Bankuo went around to the other side of the iron cart, untied Liao Guoren's military uniform from the back of the iron cart, and then turned back and grabbed Changmao.

His hands jumped up the tree.

Changmao looked at him and said nothing. Zhao Bankuo didn't understand why he had to take the military uniform, but he didn't want to see it get stuck in the mire with the train.

The box on one side was hanging on the tree, and it was still making a beeping sound. It was the box that killed the iron guy below. What on earth is this? Zhao Bankuo thought, and saw Changmao picking it up and wiping it off.

He tied the mud around his waist and made a gesture of getting down from the tree.

The three people crawled on the tree and jumped back to the ground. The black mud from the water bubbles had already covered the lid they had just opened on the iron car. A large number of bubbles bubbled up. In less than a minute, the iron car was swallowed dry.

It was clean and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Seeing the iron car disappear completely, Zhao Bankuo suddenly felt a little regretful in his heart. After working for a long time, they finally killed this iron guy and no longer had to be threatened by it. However, the driver was dead, which meant that Liao Guoren's whereabouts were completely unknown.

No clues.

Changmao saw him stunned, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and several shiny things appeared in his open palm, and then said proudly: "Don't be stunned, I got this from that turtle son, and it is also a

Poor guy, besides these, he doesn’t have any treasures in his pocket.”

Only then did Zhao Bankuo understand what Changmao was doing in the iron car with his head silent, but he was not in the mood to argue with him. Looking at those little things again, he found that they were several armbands and collar badges. After flipping through them, they were basically nothing.

We knew each other, but one of them looked familiar. After thinking about it hard, I suddenly had an impression.

This thing he had seen on the crashed German plane, it was the fascist anti-cross emblem.

The driver is German

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Another German appeared.

It seems that his previous guess was correct. The iron car was dropped by a parachute, and its purpose was to get the box.

Zhao Bankuo didn't know what Changmao thought, but he felt that the appearance of a German was more strange than the appearance of a bunch of Americans or British people. It was too far away from the place where the German plane crashed. There were mountains and cliffs in the middle, and the tracks

There is no way a walking train can reach here.

Zhao Bankuo thought of the shooting marks they first found in the jungle. The Americans' crazy shooting method was probably the reason why they encountered this iron car. When infantry encountered this kind of thing in the jungle, it was considered

Bad luck.

Looking at the box again, Zhao Bankuo said to himself, what on earth is this? Didn’t it mean that this thing is not what we are looking for? Why do both the Germans and Americans seem to pay special attention to it, otherwise they would not specialize in it.

I came down to find such a special iron car, and the driver was so crazy and weird.

Changmao patted him, a little angry: "Caitou, what the hell are you thinking about?"

Zhao Bankuo was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and realized that this was not something he needed to think about. Now that the iron car had been killed, a serious problem in his heart was finally solved, so he asked Changmao what his next plan was.

Changmao pointed to the clothes tied around his waist: "Look at the clothes first."

Zhao Bankuo unfolded his military uniform on the ground. The uniform was covered in blood, and they saw several shocking bullet holes in the hems of the clothing.

Changmao moved the clothes on his body and saw that the bullet holes were all in the abdomen, which was the most fatal position. The left lower abdomen of the clothes was completely soaked with blood. The blood had dried and was on the clothes.

Hard into one piece.

They are both veterans, and they both know what this means. As long as a light machine gun of this caliber hits the body, it will hurt no matter where it is. If it hits the waist, it is basically hopeless.

Zhao Bankuo's heart sank, and he didn't know whether he was regretful or lucky. Although he had passed the stage of being heartbroken about someone's death, he was still thinking that if they had not separated at that time, then

Will the endings of Liao Guoren and others be different?

Changmao pointed to the way the iron cart came from: "This thing has a disadvantage in the jungle, that is, the traces of its movement are very obvious. We can go all the way back, maybe we can find the traces and find his body. But, this is already

There’s no point anymore.”

Zhao Bankuo couldn't bear to think about the outcome of Liao Guoren. The military doctor and Si Yan didn't know if they would be lucky, but Zhao Bankuo knew that if they were still alive, there was only one thing they could do, and that was to go home.

For Liao Guoren, they avenged him in disguise. Zhao Bankuo smiled miserably. After experiencing so many things, he was still alive. If he ignored the psychological baggage of betrayal and retreat, he even felt that everything had become better.

He thought about lighting a cigarette, stuffing the bloody clothes into his backpack, and said to Changmao: "Yes, there is no point."

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He smiled, put the badge and other things in his pocket, took out the map, and said while looking at it: "Just figure it out. We'll be home in a few days' walk."

Zhao Bankuo felt hot in his heart and said, yes, go home.

In the cold and damp woods, full of unpredictable conspiracies and dangers, he had long given up the idea of ​​going home, because thinking about it would only make him more vulnerable. When he just broke up with Liao Guoren, he also thought about going home.

, it was ridiculous to think about it, but now, he can really think about it. Although it is not a real home, as long as he can leave here, he feels that he can give up everything.

He leaned over to look at the map and found that it was indeed not far from the expeditionary force's control area. The Jiangxinpo Mountains were to the east of them. He remembered that he had taken a quick glance on the tree and could already see it vaguely.

Since the great defeat last year, I retreated to northern Burma and went to India for training. Then I carried out a top-secret mission. I endured hardships and walked through the entire Savage Mountain. Now I finally have to go back. Looking at the familiar names behind Jiang Xinpo on the map, Tengchong,

Deqin, Baoshan, and the Nu River, which has stretched across several countries and existed for tens of thousands of years, have caused countless expeditionary brothers to fight bloody battles, and Zhao Bankuo felt a warmth in his heart.

After a few more days of walking, we will really be home.

Changmao was very excited and was busy measuring the route. Zhao Bankuo felt troubled about taking the three prisoners back. He couldn't think of any reason to take these three people with him, not to mention the safety issues along the way.

Arranging these three eating mouths is very difficult.

He pulled Changmao aside and expressed his concerns. Changmao thought about it and said that he would only go away for a few days and would not starve to death. He told him not to worry and would make his own arrangements after returning.

Hearing what Changmao said, Zhao Bankuo felt that this guy might still want to rely on the captain to find his way to promotion and wealth. Everyone has his own ambitions, and he couldn't stop him. Since Changmao said so, he just let him go.

After resting in the afternoon, everyone's physical strength had recovered a lot, and they started marching again.

Because there was no obstacle from the railroad car and they were close to the edge of Savage Mountain, they encountered no more man-made disturbances. Apart from some minor tribulations in nature, the journey went smoothly.

It was almost the end of the rainy season in Yeren Mountain, and the rain continued to fall, and everyone's footsteps also stopped. Two days passed in a dull march. Zhao Bankuo had never been so close before.

I stayed with the Japanese and watched secretly. I found that the sergeant took very good care of the captain along the way, finding water and food, and almost never bowed or spoke.

The sergeant was usually very silent and cautious in his words and actions. The silence made Zhao Bankuo very uncomfortable. This feeling made him feel that they were not prisoners, but him and Changmao.

Just like this, guarding each other all the way, the five people walked peacefully in the woods for five days. Zhao Bankuo and Changmao also gradually adapted to the feeling of having three outsiders around them, and their mental state became much calmer. They were not as anxious as they were at the beginning.
Chapter completed!