"Where am I?" Coming down from the mountain and walking on the empty streets, Zhao Bankuo saw that there was no one around him, and the surrounding buildings didn't look right.

This is not China. He couldn't understand any of the words painted on the wall. When he stood still and took another look, he found that next to the foreign words, some Chinese words similar to the Anti-Japanese War Declaration had been whitewashed: "Work together to defeat the Japanese."

Enemy, long live the Sino-Indian alliance!" was signed by the Propaganda Department of the New First Army.

New First Army? Isn’t that the name of the Chinese Expeditionary Force stationed in India after it was reorganized? So, this is India?!

Zhao Bankuo couldn't believe it. He remembered that the place where he was bombed should be a mountain top near Myitchi. Although he had not yet reached China, it was also the border between Myanmar and China. If he was rescued by the expeditionary force,

If he died, he should be sent back to Baoshan nearby. Why did he end up in India?

Zhao Bankuo found a place and sat down again. He tried to recall and found that the memory of the time when he was in a coma and being treated was completely missing. He thought that maybe he was moved during this period, and he was so far away.

Distance seems to be only possible by flying.

Looking at the unfamiliar foreign dwellings around him, he felt a little like he was dreaming. At this time, he regretted that he didn't ask Wang Sixiang where this place was. Judging from their appearance, they should know more than him. But he had already said his parting words.

, you may not be able to find them if you look back, forget it, just rely on yourself! He followed the white words and searched forward.

Unlike when I saw smoke rising from the mountains and a human fireworks display, it was completely dark and there was no sound in the whole town. At first glance, it was terrifying. It felt like everyone had disappeared within a few minutes. When I thought about it in this direction,

I also feel that the people here must have been driven away in advance. What circumstances would cause this situation? That is, the army will be stationed here.

The scariest thing about war is that it violently interrupts people's daily lives.

He pushed open a door and walked in. Sure enough, no one was inside. Things had obviously been packed away, but the bedding on the bed was still there. He was very tired, patted his clothes and lay down on it.

Wait until dawn tomorrow and find someone to ask for clarification. He thought that although he was free, he was a foreigner here and had no place to go. The only place to go was to return to his unit, the New 38th Division.

He thought of the fat-faced officer, and cursed in his heart, saying that he was free, but it turned out to be a bigger cage.

When he was woken up by the noisy sound the next day, he went to the window and saw that the outside was completely opposite to yesterday. It was full of people, and everyone was stunned. It was a noisy one. And judging from the voices and faces of those people,

Look, they should all be Chinese.

Zhao Bankuo pushed the door open and walked out.

When I asked what was going on, I was pulled aside by a man and asked him very affectionately: "Man, which part of the country are you in? How far is it from Ramgarh?"

Lambga? Zhao Bankuo thought he heard wrongly and looked at the young man in front of him in confusion. The man looked at him in a daze and thought he didn't know, so he smiled at him and walked aside to ask others. Zhao

Bankuo came to his senses, followed, pulled the young man and asked, "Where are you from?"

"Sichuan." The young man laughed again.

Zhao Bankuo was a little confused and couldn't understand what was going on with this group of people. The young man seemed to see that he was confused and said: "Brother, we are all from a university. We are here to fight against the Japanese and the expeditionary force."

We built a training camp here with the Americans, and that's where we went." After saying that, he looked Zhao Bankuo up and down, "Looking at you wearing a military uniform, you are one of the first batch of people, are you falling behind?"

Zhao Bankuo didn't say anything. He already knew what was going on with this group of people. They must be a group of newly recruited soldiers from the country. They were about to be sent to the Lambga training camp. This town was the transfer.

temporary military depot.

The country was invaded, and a group of passionate young people traveled far away from the country to fight in India thousands of kilometers away. This sounded great, but Zhao Bankuo felt helpless because he knew their future fate very well.

Cannon fodder was his definition of this group of people.

Seeing that he remained silent, the Sichuan young man didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards his companion. Zhao Bankuo's heart moved, and he pulled the man and said, "I'm going to Lambga too, let's go together."

Later, he followed the Sichuan youth and boarded a troop transport truck from the temporary base of the military depot. After wandering for a day, he returned to the Ramuga training camp, where the New 38th Division was stationed.

Ramgarh is not a big town, it is a small town in the Bilha province of India. It can hardly be found on the map, but it is such a small place, but it has become bustling because of the expeditionary force training camp.

As soon as the group of young people arrived here, they were divided according to their heads. The purpose of their coming here was to be trained. But Zhao Bankuo was left alone. He got out of the car and reported directly to the Logistics and Maintenance Department of the New 38th Division.

, because the Savage Mountain mission was too confidential, no one knew or asked where he went, which made him feel a bit forgotten.

In the days that followed, Zhao Bankuo had nothing to do. He slowly found time and status, but he found that he could never get back the feeling he had before.

More and more young people are coming from the country. Every day you can see trucks bringing new people in and out of the training camp. Trucks of American and British military equipment are also constantly being transported from the airport. Zhao Bankuo also

After receiving new firearms and military uniforms, he vaguely sensed a sense of preparation for war. The veteran's sense of smell let him know that the major counterattack against the Japanese army had begun.

Later, he heard that they had captured Xinpingyang at the end of October last year, and they had captured Yubang not long ago. Since he returned to Ramgarh, the Logistics Support Department has had a very heavy task, but as a gunsmith he is very

Idle. The Americans are rich. None of their old weapons were retained, and all were replaced with new equipment. Therefore, his job of maintaining firearms was useless. Out of boredom, he began to wander around.

Because the fat-faced officer was speaking in front of him, he didn't realize there was anything wrong with him becoming so laid-back.

On this day, Zhao Bankuo walked out of the military camp leisurely as usual with ten yuan in his pocket. He was going to the town, where there was a tavern he liked very much. He had to go there every day for the past half month.

Once, although the Indian couldn't speak Chinese, he knew the ocean in his hand, so it didn't take long for the owner of the store to treat him as an uncle.

But as soon as he opened the door and took a step forward, something came towards him. He was startled and immediately lost sight of anything. Then his arms were lifted up and he was dragged away by several people. Zhao Bankuo

I immediately asked a few questions, wondering how someone could be so bold and dare to kidnap someone at the entrance of the expeditionary army camp, but there was no response at all.

There seemed to be no hesitation or any obstruction along the way, and he was moving very quickly. Zhao Bankuo knew that someone in the army must have kidnapped him, otherwise he would not have been able to travel without any hindrance.

Could it be that his freedom was finally over? He smiled bitterly in the darkness, thinking to hell with it, kill him if you want, and chop him if you want. At worst, I won’t be a soldier in my next life!

He finally stopped moving and felt being pushed onto the chair, and the cover was quickly removed. Immediately after he opened his eyes, he saw a group of expeditionary forces standing in front of him - to be precise, a group of senior officials of the expeditionary force. Among those people

, he saw the fat face, which was the only familiar face. Behind the fat-faced officer, there were several tall American officers standing. Several of them looked at him blankly, but did not speak.

What's going on? I've never heard of a soldier having to go to such a military court and be interrogated with such high standards before being executed? Zhao Bankuo couldn't help but look at the fat face and opened his mouth to say something but suppressed it.

There was no response, and the fat face didn't even look at him. His face was extremely serious and showed no emotion at all.

After a while, the dozen or so officers suddenly stood together and gave a military salute with their right hands. Zhao Bankuo was startled, thinking he was not saluting him, right? He subconsciously raised his eyes and looked around, but he didn't notice anyone else.

, and when I glanced back, I saw a figure walking in from the door.

Zhao Bankuo's head buzzed, and he stood up directly. He also clicked his feet and raised his hands in salute. The surprise in his heart jumped to the top.
Chapter completed!