Chapter 48: Big Mouth is Dead, Wu Fa Yun Buries the Devil

  "Zhang 'Mi' Long, Zhang 'Mi' Long..." Just then, a shout came from the mountain top trench.

  "Little runt, what's your dumb ass yelling about up there?" Zhang 'Misty' Dragon muttered to himself as he tilted his head and gazed at the person shouting on top of the mountain.

  "Damn it, you son of a bitch, hurry up and come here, 'Big Mouth' has been shot..."

  "Ah..., this turtle grandson..." Hearing the shout coming from above again, Zhang 'Misty' Dragon threw down the machine gun in his hand and ran up the mountain.

  "Big mouth, big mouth..." Zhang 'Misty' Dragon climbed up the position in one breath, and his voice had already reached everyone before he arrived. He walked a few steps to the side of Big Mouth, at this time, because of his large mouth, the Northeast soldier who was nicknamed "Big Mouth" by everyone was lying in the trench, his chest was hit by a bullet, looking at the gunshot wound, it was clear that he was beyond salvation.

  "'Lost' Dragon, I...I'm afraid there's no chance...I've done..." Hearing Zhang "Lost" Dragon's voice, "Big Mouth" strained to open his eyes and looked at him saying softly.

  "You scrawny kid, didn't we agree to head back to Northeast together after running off the little devils? You turtle grandson..." Zhang 'Misty' Dragon said with a blink of his eyes, grasping the hand stretched out by 'Big Mouth'.

  "'Lost' dragon, I...I want to hear our...our northeastern Er Ren Zhuan"

  "Listen to your dad's tail..." He said, but his mouth still sang up, and he was still singing that section of "Lover's Obsession" that he liked the most and everyone else loved. However, it would be more accurate to say that he was reciting rather than singing. As soon as he finished a few lines, the hand of "Big Mouth" lying on the ground slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground. Zhang "Misty" Dragon knew he had left, but he didn't lower his head to look at him. Instead, he continued to recite the song with his head half-raised, finishing it from start to finish. Perhaps because they had seen too many dead people, Big Mouth was just another fallen soldier, and relatively speaking, he was still quite intact. Everyone's eyes had become calm, and no one spoke or went up to comfort Zhang "Misty" Dragon. Li Lian Sheng led a few men to start cleaning up the battlefield.

  That night, Zhao Zhibang woke up in the middle of the night and heard a faint singing voice from the mountain slope where Chinese soldiers were buried. However, it didn't sound like a song, but rather like a woman sobbing quietly under the weak moonlight in the silent forest.

  The next morning, after breakfast, Zhang Damao ordered some soldiers to rush to repair the positions that were bombed by the Japanese artillery, while Li Liansheng, surrounded by more than 20 soldiers in the middle, seemed to be explaining something non-stop.

  "Why are we still handing over our dead bodies to those damned devils?"

  "Yes, those little devils are causing us trouble... We're still giving them a 'hair's' breadth of space?! In my opinion, we should just get rid of these turtles and be done with it!" When they heard that Lieutenant Li Lian Sheng had been assigned to take over the task, the soldiers were all unwilling. One of the soldiers pointed to a small river at the foot of the mountain and said, "That's a tributary of the Huai River. Although the river surface is not wide, the water is very deep, and the riverbed is curved with rapid currents, which has become a natural barrier for Zhang Da Mang's position. And it's precisely because of this river that the Japanese army wants to break through and must cross over Zhang Da Mang's position."

  "Damn it, those little devils are beasts, should we learn from them? You stupid thing..." Suddenly, Zhang Damao and Dong Dawei appeared behind them. Dong Dawei had a shoulder injury, and his left arm was bandaged and slung over his neck due to the gunshot wound.

  The soldiers saw that their company commander had spoken and no one dared to speak again. They reluctantly picked up the engineer shovels and other tools in their hands and prepared to leave.

  "Wait..., wait a minute... bring this along..." Zhang Damao grabbed a soldier's collar and pulled him back, pointing to the more than 20 Japanese hand grenades in Wu Fuyun's hands.

  "Commander, the devils shouldn't dare to come and attack us now, should they?" The captured soldier said reluctantly as he walked over.

  "Are you going to bury the hand grenades and the devils' corpses together?!" Wu Fayun said, looking at the soldier walking over, holding a box containing more than 20 Japanese hand grenades.

  "Ah, I didn't expect that from a 'Sichuan guy'! You're actually quite clever...!" Zhang Damao walked over and pulled back the soldier who was making a ruckus, saying to Wu Fayun.

  "Hehe..."

  "So, tell me, which part of this land has the best feng shui and is most suitable for those dead devils to settle down?" Zhang Damao asked with interest, looking at Wu Fayun's silly smile. The other soldiers looked at him in surprise, thinking that it was enough to just bury the devils, why did they need to choose a place with good feng shui for them?

  "Half and half is always the most comfortable place, of course." Wu Fayun said without hesitation.

  "What is a half-and-half place?" Dong Dajun, who had been silent beside Zhang Dameng, asked curiously.

  "Why did you choose a place like that?" Zhang Daman seemed to understand half of what he said, because he didn't ask Wu Fayun what kind of place it was, but directly asked him the reason for choosing such a place.

  "The reason is very simple... If we bury the devils within our 'shooting' range, they can only stand by and get anxious, not daring to come up. But if we bury them outside of our 'shooting' range, these turtles can come and dig with ease. So it's best for us to choose a place in between, that way we can take care of a few of them at the same time..." Wu Fayun put down the box in his hand and began to gesticulate wildly, talking big with an air of grandeur.

  "Oh..." It wasn't until then that everyone except Zhang Damao realized that he didn't actually want to collect the bodies for the Japanese, but rather wanted to take advantage of the time it took for the devils to collect the bodies to kill a few more. At this point, several soldiers who had initially looked unwilling suddenly became enthusiastic again.

  A few meters away from them, Zhao Zhibang also stopped his work of repairing the individual bunker. He looked at Wu Fayun, whom he had always despised, and smiled slightly. In fact, he hadn't understood it at first either, and even in his heart, he had been indignant like those soldiers who were unwilling to collect the bodies for the devils.

  But Zhang Damao's true meaning, Wu Fayun still didn't fully understand, and this can't be blamed on him, after all his ideals have always been just a gun-wielding, muddle-headed existence.

  What Zhang Dabao is doing is actually to delay the next attack of the devils, because he currently does not have enough troops to withstand their next charge, and he really has no confidence in it. Although this move may not be very effective, every little bit counts at this point.