Even at night, the cannon fodders still walk carefully.

It took less than fifty miles to go, and it took half a night.

Fortunately, I did not encounter any scouts from the Japanese army along the way.

It seems that the Japanese army has really given up the pursuit of cannon fodder like them.

When the cannon fodders walked near the Sacred Flag Slope, it was almost three o'clock and it was as dark as ink.

Only the sound of water flowing, but no one could see the river. The cannon fodders could only support each other and walk towards the river in the dark. From time to time, cannon fodder fell to the ground by stepping on the air.

Fortunately, he was supported by his charisma and was spared from falling into the Nujiang River.

"It should be this." Wang Yan stepped on the pebbles on the river bank and then said, "Tighten one by one, tighten it, don't let go even if you die, do you hear it?"

"Heard." The cannon fodders responded in a low voice.

Wang Yan was the first to step into the cold river.

After walking forward less than two or three meters, Wang Yan slid into the deep water through the air.

But fortunately, the Milong, who was walking in the second, grabbed Wang Yan's arm tightly, so Wang Yan was not swept away by the turbulent flow.

"Not this, change the place!" Wang Yan said decisively.

When Wang Yan changed his place, he continued to explore the way forward, but he ended up rushing to the point of being in a short position.

After changing several places in a row, Wang Yan was also a little anxious. Did he remember it wrong? It shouldn't be. What the little bookworm in the play was clearly talking about was the Jiangwan above the Sacrifice Flag Slope.

It should be here, that's right! I definitely haven't found the right place, so look for it again!

Wang Yan wiped the river water from his face and turned around and said to Milong: "Tighten it, Northeastern guy."

"You don't have to worry about this, you'd better find a passage." Milong said, "If you can't find me, you will kill you."

Behind Milong is Krupp, behind Krupp is Long Weng, behind Long Weng is Meng Fan and Li Wula is behind Long Weng.

Hearing Milong's muttering, Meng was furious and couldn't help but say, "What's wrong? I just said no, no, right? This is Nujiang where goose feathers are sinking to the bottom. You actually want to go there? What do you think?"

"Shut up your stinky mouth!" A voice suddenly rang out.

Meng Fumili turned around in surprise and looked at Li Wula without any difficulty in believing it.

Li Wula, who has never said anything and can't beat a single stick, actually started to criticize others?

"Ah, finally started to argue with people?" Milong couldn't help but mock him, "I finally remembered that I am a Northeastern man? This is really rare."

Li Wula immediately shut her mouth again.

At this moment, Wang Yan, who was exploring the road ahead, suddenly growled: "I found it, here!"

The cannon fodders who were holding hands and connected together suddenly became energetic. The sky was too dark and they could not see it only a few meters away, but they could still hear Wang Yan's movements and did not sink to the bottom!

Step by step, Wang Yan walked very carefully but steadily.

Soon, Wang Yan led the mysterious dragon, Krupp, and Long Weng walked into the river more than ten meters.

Under normal circumstances, Wang Yan and his team should have sank into the river at this distance.

But a few of them did not sink, but the torso above their chests remained above the water!

Wang Yan could even clearly feel the passage hidden under the water and growled: "That's it, that's right!"

The cannon fodders were greatly energetic, and then they held each other, just like a string of grasshoppers slowly wading across the Nujiang River.

When the eastern sky finally revealed a trace of whiteness, more than a hundred cannon fodders had already wade through the Nujiang River.

The snake's butt was the last one to wade through the river. When he walked out of the cold river water and stepped on the beach on the east bank of the Nujiang River with his feet, he couldn't help but kneel down to the ground with a loud bang and cried out.

"Stop crying." Wang Yan came over and kicked the snake's butt, and said, "I said, I will take you back to Zenda. Isn't it back?"

"You are this, Zheng Zuo."

Meng was in a good mood now and gave Wang Yan a thumbs up.

At this moment, Doubing suddenly shouted softly: "Look, what is ahead?"

Wang Yan, Milong, Bula, Long Weng and the hundreds of cannon fodders who escaped from death were staring at each other quickly, and he was stunned. Is this... a person?

So many people!

I saw that the hillside on the east bank of Nujiang River was actually full of people!

Moreover, everyone also carried a lantern in their hands. Those who didn’t have lanterns also held a candle. Those who didn’t have candles would also scratch a match from time to time, creating a little light.

"They are..." Bu La asked blankly, "What are you doing?"

"Soul Conjuring." Wang Yan knew what was going on and whispered, "They thought we were all dead, so they wanted to call our souls back."

"Take one away from each other."

"I have a glass of water and wine during the holidays."

"It will not make us lonely ghosts in Kexiang."

"Gudu." Krupp swallowed and said, "I'm hungry."

At this time, the sky gradually became brighter, and the people on the hillside could also see the scene by the river clearly.

Then, the Zenda people who were chanting lanterns, lighting candles or burning matches saw more than a hundred cannon fodder standing on the east bank of the Nujiang River like "ghosts".

No, not like a ghost.

The people of Zenda thought this was really a ghost.

The soul of the national army who died in battle on the west bank of Nujiang River has really returned.

"They are back!" a child shouted softly, "Grandma, the Guojun is really back!"

"Huzi, quiet." A majestic voice sounded, and then an old man in a long gown walked slowly down the hillside with a lantern and walked to Wang Yan.

"Doll." The old man said in pain, "Are you back?"

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back. Welcome to come back."

"Don't leave when you come back. Come home with us and go back to Zenda with us."

"Although this is not your hometown, we will definitely treat you as relatives."

"Although Zenda is poor and our lives are hard, during festivals, there is still a glass of water, wine and a bowl of rice. You will never let you go hungry when you get underground."

Speaking of this, the old man turned around and shouted: "Friends, please ask the heroes of the National Army to go home!"

"The soul is back! The soul is back! The soul is back..." a chanting on the hillside.

At this moment, Meng Fanye suddenly screamed: "Xiao Zui?"

In the crowd, the person who was like a lotus came out of the clear water immediately turned around and said in surprise: "Is it you who are talking?"

Immediately, Chen Xiaozui looked expectant on his face and said, "Goglo, can you call me, Goglo, I miss him so much, I want to see him again."

Meng was upset and smiled bitterly: "I want to call you for you, but I really don't know what to call you."

"You're fine?" Chen Xiaozui reacted, and a look of surprise appeared on his pretty face.

"They are not dead!" Cheers rang out on the hillside, "The brothers of the National Army are still alive!"
Chapter completed!