Long Weng kicked the fallen defeated soldiers back to the marching queue and said, "Say."

Wang Yandao: "We must not be able to walk on the Yunnan-Burma Highway, otherwise we will be over when we hit the main Japanese army returning to the aid, so we can only walk in the jungle."

"Yes." Long Weng said, "that must be a burrow."

Wang Yan said: "But the most terrifying thing in the forest is not the snakes, insects, and beasts, but the Japanese."

"The Japanese like to climb trees the most. They often hide in big trees and contact each other through birds or ape cry. If the defeated troops of the National Army pass by, they will launch an ambush."

"Then what can you do?" Meng Fan said, "All we can do is to use our foreheads to withstand bullets."

"Barring." Wang Yan said coldly, "Who told you that all we can do is to use our foreheads to withstand bullets?"

"Everyone can say big talk." Meng fucked, "Just say it straight, what can we do to avoid ambushing the Japanese?"

Wang Yandao: "Select a few elite veterans with rich combat experience, form a reconnaissance platoon, Qiao Zhuang became the Japanese army, and pioneered the way for the main force of the regiment."

"Reconnaissance Platoon?" Meng Fu looked stunned.

"This idea is great." Long Weng said happily, "Battleman Lin, I'll be wronged. How about being the platoon leader of this reconnaissance platoon?"

"Yes." Wang Yandao, "but I have to pick the personnel of the reconnaissance platoon."

"Of course." Long Weng agreed immediately, "No matter who you like, I will give it to you."

Wang Yan pointed at Meng Fan's nose and said, "The first one is you, Meng Fan, the vanguard of the reconnaissance platoon!"

Meng's unfamiliar face immediately collapsed and he said anxiously: "Why is it me? Why should I be the vanguard? My injured leg is not yet rigorous."

"Private Meng San." Long Wenhua immediately shouted, "This is an order."

Wang Yan ignored Meng Fan again and pointed out the familiar names of cannon fodder one by one.

"Milong, not spicy, snake butt, want ma, Kangya, Doupan, Li Wula, Cui Yong, Dong Dao, Krupp!"

Wang Yan ordered eleven cannon fodders in a row, and he only had twelve, so it was difficult to form a squad, but Wang Yan could no longer find more cannon fodders with rich combat experience.

With Wang Yan, all the twelve cannon fodders were replaced with Japanese military uniforms.

Wang Yan also specially found a light machine gun for Milong and a grenade launcher for Krupp. At first glance, this is the configuration of a Japanese infantry group.

Wang Yan also changed into a military uniform of the chief sergeant.

With another wave of his hand, the twelve cannon fodders accelerated over the main force of the regiment and entered the vast primitive jungle.

Meng Fanle is the vanguard, so he must be at the forefront of the team. Wang Yan, as the commander, walked in the second, and then the other ten cannon fodders.

Wang Yan said as he walked: "As a scout, sign language is a necessary skill."

"But it's night now, so there's no way to teach, so I'll learn another communication method first."

"Simply put, it means conveying information to each other through different sounds such as birds, dogs, and cats."

"The easiest thing is to bark dogs, but this is a primeval forest. It is definitely not enough to learn to bark dogs. The Japanese are not stupid, so they will be exposed when they learn to bark dogs."

"There is no way to meow."

“There are no cats in the primeval forest.”

"So it's better to learn to sing birds."

"There are many kinds of bird calls, and the easiest and easy to learn is the cuckoo."

"Learn to learn cuckoos to sing at night, one is to distinguish the direction of comrades through sounds to avoid accidental injuries, and the other is to remind comrades to the distance between the comrades through the intervals of croakings."

"There is one second between the calls and one hundred meters away."

"There is half a second between calls and fifty meters away."

"Now I will demonstrate to you, Cuckoo... Cuckoo! How many meters away?"

Doubing immediately rushed to say, "I know the camp, the distance is half a second, fifty meters."

"Smart, it's increasing the difficulty now. I'll go to the forest ahead." After Wang Yan said that, he quickly accelerated, surpassing Meng Fan and falling into the black forest ahead.

A moment later, a clear cuckoo cry came from the forest ahead: "Cuckoo...Cuckoo..."

Doubing listened for a while and was about to scream excitedly, Meng Fanye reached out to cover his mouth.

Because just as the second "cuckoo" fell, the cuckoos suddenly sounded in the surrounding black forest.

"Cuckoo...cuckoo...cuckoo!" For a moment, the entire Black Forest was filled with the chirping of cuckoos, but this was obviously not the real chirping of cuckoos.

I don’t know when, Wang Yan quietly turned back.

Meng Fanle was about to stab her with a bayonet, but Wang Yan easily took her.

Wang Yan held Meng Fan's bayonet and whispered: "It's me."

Meng was relieved and whispered: "Have you heard it? It's all the Japanese!"

"My ears are not deaf, how could I not hear them?" Wang Yan said as he quietly rushed behind him, "Go back, go back the same way!"

At that moment, a group of 12 people quietly retreated under the cover of night.

After retreating more than a thousand meters, Wang Yan said to Meng Fan: "If you go to the reporting team, you will say that there are Japanese ambushing the twelve o'clock direction, and it will not be possible. Let them change the direction at 10 o'clock."

Meng Fanye said unhappily: "Why is it me again?"

"This is an order." Wang Yan said coldly, "It must be implemented."

Meng was frustrated and had no choice but to run back to report the message to Long Wenhua with a dark face.

Relying on the reconnaissance platoon, the Sichuan Army did not encounter any Japanese throughout the night, and no one was injured or killed. Only one cannon fodder soldier was bitten by poisonous insects in the jungle.

...

At dawn, the cannon fodders in the reconnaissance platoon can already skillfully communicate with birds.

These cannon fodders even learned from one example and created many unique bird calls, such as numbness.

"Son of the Turtle, I'll give you a complicated thing." Yaoma shouted while laughing, "Bububugu, Bububugu, Bububugu!"

Doubing was about to raise her hand to answer, but Meng Fan covered her mouth again.

Wang Yan made gestures to the cannon fodder behind him at the same time to warn him.

More than a dozen cannon fodders scattered, looking for cover.

The next moment, cuckoos crows rang out in the jungle ahead: "Bubgu, Bubugu..."

Wang Yan continued to wave his hand to signal the cannon fodder to retreat, but at this moment, less than thirty meters ahead, a Japanese soldier with a branch in a steel helmet suddenly stood up and asked loudly in Japanese: "Baga, can you stop screaming?"

Wang Yan was behind his right hand and continued to signal the cannon fodder to retreat. However, he stood up and responded loudly: "Oh, which unit are you from? Why are you still here?"

"Our internal team of Takebata." The Japanese soldier opposite asked, "Where are you?"
Chapter completed!