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"Don't worry, I know my own body, and I won't joke about my life. n∈n∈,” Leng Feng smiled comfortably when he looked everyone worried.

Prepare well, under the leadership of Shi Dali, a group of about fifteen or sixteen people walked towards the depths of the cave.

"Boss, it's very wet here and the ground is very slippery. Be careful." Song Yunfeng followed Leng Feng and reminded him from time to time.

"I understand, it's still flat here, I'm fine." Leng Feng followed Cong Hu with a crutch in his hand, slowly following Cong Hu.

He was light-fitting and did not struggle to walk. He was just stinging pain in his chest, which he could tolerate.

After about ten minutes of walking, everyone came to the cave where Dongyang and the others discovered the "straw sandals".

Some straw sandals were scattered on the ground, some of which were soaked in the water vapor in the hole and rotted. Basically, with a light hand, the shoes fell apart.

There are also some weapons and bolts, which are already rusted.

"Let's go, let's go."

There are many forks in the cave. Sometimes there is no way ahead as you walk, and some turn back and walk again. However, Dong Yang and his men have already explored the way ahead, so Leng Feng and the others have avoided some detours.

More and more straw sandals, straw raincoats, etc. have been discovered.

Gradually, I saw the corpse, all wearing single clothes. Because the weather was cold and the rotten speed was not fast, I could still see the outline of the human figure.

Song Yunfeng wears gloves to inspect the body of a soldier.

"Boss, it seems that he has been dead for at least ten days. He should be a soldier of the Sichuan Army, but it is difficult to judge from that unit, and no documents were found." Song Yunfeng got up and said after checking.

"Continue to move forward, maybe you will find out." Leng Feng took a deep breath.

"Boss. I found a corpse. Look, where is it? It's a bit strange, on that stone..."

Leng Feng looked up and saw a Sichuan soldier lying on the stone. There was a raised stone above his head, which was a bit like a bamboo shoot!

"Isn't this a hallucination of hunger?"

"Yes, you see, they are all so thin..."

"There are only a few hundred meters ahead to the exit, why did you die here?"

There were rumors of discussions from time to time in the team, with some regrets, some pitifulness, and some sadness.

There were corpses discovered one after another, and there were more that might not have been found, Leng Feng judged. These Sichuan troops might have been looking for a way out in scattered areas, but they did not find the way out and starved to death first.

"Boss, there is a lieutenant here. We found this from him?"

"This is a buckle, it should be a cowhide belt. It seems that he ate the cowhide belt, and the only buckle is left." Leng Feng took it and understood at a glance. People are so hungry that they will not let go of it as long as they can eat.

"Do you know which unit of the Sichuan Army?"

"No, I didn't notice. The armband was too blurry and I couldn't see clearly. The Sichuan Army was too poor and didn't even wear a cotton jacket. Alas!" Song Yunfeng sighed.

Leng Feng also wanted to know whose army this Sichuan Army was. There were some articles in later generations that analyzed it. It was said that the most likely one was Yang Bojian's army.

Yang Bojian was one of the five elements of the Sichuan Army. In the Battle of Shanghai, his troops fought tenaciously and were almost no less than several direct troops in the central government, and the losses were also heavy.

The Battle of Songhu finally turned into a great defeat, and the Sichuan army retreated. During the peripheral battle of Nanjing Defense, the Sichuan army also fought bravely, but unfortunately, their equipment was too low. Although they had the courage of blood, they could not defeat the Japanese steel torrent.

During the Fukuo Battle and the City Defense War, the Sichuan Army almost fought so-called, because most of the Sichuan Army did not participate in the most brutal city defense battle, so there was also a lot of controversy about the disappearance of the Sichuan Army.

How did such a unit appear in Nanjing and what kind of combat missions do they undertake?

"Continue walking, Dali, how far is it from the cave that Lao Dong discovered?" Leng Feng asked Shi Dali, who led the way.

"It's almost here, right ahead." Shi Dali said.

After passing through a narrow passage, everyone came to a space of about seventy or eighty square meters. The terrain here is slightly higher and the ground looks dry.

"Boss, this is a place where the Sichuan Army should rest in the middle. Look, there are gauze and kettles here, because they should be left by the wounded." Song Yunfeng said.

"These corpses should be soldiers who can't move. They are so small, they should be under eighteen years old..." Leng Feng pointed to a curled corpse on the ground and said.

I was cold and hungry, unable to walk, and some were injured, lacking medical treatment, and unable to find a way out. You can imagine how depressed and desperate they were at that time.

"Calculate how many corpses are there in total. Look for opportunities to take these corpses out for burial. You can't let them rob the corpses here just like this." Leng Feng ordered.

"yes!"

After staying for three minutes, Leng Feng felt the pain in his chest like a needle, and squatted down with his chest. When Song Yunfeng found something was wrong, he immediately attracted two people and put Leng Feng on the stretcher and lay flat on the ground.

"I'm fine, have the statistics done?"

"Okay, there are seventeen corpses in total. The oldest is forty years old and the youngest is only sixteen. Most of them are starving and frozen to death. Only two are seriously injured and unable to cure them."

“Is there any identity information?”

"No, maybe they were taken away by their companions."

After a while, continue on the road.

Along the way, Leng Feng lay on the stretcher and rarely spoke. Only when he found out again would he be helped up by Cong Hu, go and take a look, and then continue moving forward.

I kept finding caves with corpses, and many deaths were really miserable. Along the way, hundreds of them were recorded.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding...

There was a sudden burst of footsteps in the disassembly in front of the road, and the sound of the collision between the kettle and the body, and it was obvious that someone came over in front of him.

"Who?"

"Sir Leng, it's me, Dong Yang!" A flash of light came over, and it was Dong Yang who took the gasoline lamp and slapped at this side quickly!

"Old Dong, what's going on? Why did you run back?" Leng Feng asked strangely, "Where are the people who came with you?"

"Head, there are at least five or six hundred people in front of me. They are the Sichuan Army. They are cold and hungry, and they are almost dead..." Dong Yang said anxiously.

"There are really Sichuan Army?" Dong Yang's words. Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Leng Feng knew the most in his heart.

Sure enough, a Sichuan army was trapped in this cave in Qinglong Mountain and could not get out, and there were still people living there.

This is a great blessing in disgrace!

"Boss, have you known that the Sichuan Army is still alive? And let Brother Ma Wu carry food and drink all the way?" Song Yunfeng asked in surprise.

"I am not a god, how could I know this? I guessed it based on some clues we found. However, after so many days, I can't say whether someone can survive. But if there are really people living, we can treat it immediately, which will save time from going back and forth, right?" Leng Feng said.

"It's still Chief Leng's careful planning. No one of us thought that Chief Leng asked us to bring food and water to eat on the road." Ma Wu smiled.

"Okay, let's not say much, where is the person?"

"There is a large cave not far ahead, and they are there!" Dong Yang said hurriedly.

"Hurry, take us here. Now they must be dying. If we pass by earlier, we can save their lives sooner." Leng Feng didn't care about the pain in his chest. He jumped off the stretcher, walked forward with a crutch.

"Brother, please slow down. slow down." Cong Hu followed him and chased after him.

After walking for about twenty minutes, a huge cave appeared in front of everyone. Wherever they saw Leng Feng saw a scene that he had never seen in his life.

Hundreds of "corpses" lay together layer by layer. Although they were still alive, they were almost as different from dead people. They were all wearing single clothes, curled up, with empty eyes, as if they were not asleep, as if they were awake but still not awake.

Many people only have one last breath, but they still persist, and persistence will bring hope. This will make people move and move.

"Who is the chief here?"

"Who is the chief here?"

"Who is..."

A hand like a firewood branch stretched out from the pile of "corpses".

"Hurry up, bring the person over!" Leng Feng shouted.

"Yes!" The two people rushed out, stepped on the gap between the "corpses", and passed carefully.

"Rice soup, hurry up!" The two of them took the man out of the pile of "corpses" and gently carried the man over. Song Yunfeng quickly fed the prepared rice soup.

These people are so hungry that they have not been completely dehydrated, but without food, there is no source of calories, and they have no strength.

"Slow down, slow down, you are too hungry and can't eat too much." After letting the man take a few sips, Song Yunfeng decisively took away the rice soup.

After drinking the warm rice soup, the gastrointestinal function gradually recovered, the body also had a little calorie, and the strength gradually became stronger.

"Hurry, each person drinks two sips of rice soup, don't drink too much, their bodies can't bear it!" Song Yunfeng directed Ma Wu and his brothers to quickly rescue these brothers from the Sichuan Army.

"Brother, are you from the Sichuan Army?"

"The 20th Army…133rd Division…397th Brigade…Supplementary Regiment (I really didn't find this, so I got a number for the supplementary regiment, so I'm serious about it)."

"Brother, what's your name, your position?"

"I am the leader of the supplementary group, Wu...Xinhua." Wu Xinhua replied slowly and strugglingly, "You are..."

"Captain of the Yaksha Special Operations Team of the Teaching Corps, Leng Feng!"

"Yaksha Special Operations Team..." Wu Xinhua was stunned for a long time, but he couldn't find the number of this unit in his mind.

"We were formed later in Nanjing City." Leng Feng knew what he was thinking when he looked at him, so he quickly explained.

"So that's the case, thank you, thank you!" Wu Xinhua was too tired. He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep. He has been holding on until now, but has not fallen asleep, because once he falls asleep, he will never wake up again.

"Boss, is he asleep?"

"Well, he is such a man!" Leng Feng sighed.

Everyone around was moved. Although the Sichuan Army was not well equipped, there were absolutely no cowards when fighting. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!