Daolanxiang’s home is on the banks of the Ruili River.

The mule cart was driving on a dirt road, with green rice fields on both sides of the road.

"It's so beautiful!" Dong Limao looked at the rice fields and exclaimed with emotion.

"Yes, the rice produced here used to be the best tribute rice used for the royal family. The Dai people lived a happy and happy life on this rich land, but war broke the beautiful peace here." Daolanxiang's beautiful cheeks were still covered with a thin layer of smoke, as if the beautiful pastoral scenery was covered with the smoke of war.

"In two months, this place will fall. I wonder what such a beautiful scenery will look like at that time?" Dong Limao thought that the war would soon cover up everything beautiful here, and a feeling of desolation suddenly arose in his heart.

"Fallen? Didn't our army win in Myanmar? How could it fall?" Dao Lanxiang turned her head and stared at Dong Limao in confusion.

"That was just a temporary victory. However, the Japanese won't occupy this place for a long time. By August 1945, they will announce unconditional surrender and go back to their Japanese island in shame." Dong Limao said with certainty.

Dao Lanxiang stretched out her hand, touched Dong Limao's forehead with her palm, then retracted her hand and touched her forehead: "Company Commander Dong, you don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

"Lan Xiang, I'm not talking nonsense, this is true. I'm just a descendant of my great-grandfather Dong Jiacheng. I'm really not him. I came here through time... Oh... I can't explain it clearly for a while, and you won't believe it even if you say it." Dong Limao wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain it clearly.

"Company Commander Dong..." Dao Lanxiang called out to Company Commander Dong, and Dong Limao interrupted her.

"Call me Brother Dong from now on. I won't call you Nurse Dao anymore. Call me Company Commander Dong, so it makes me feel uncomfortable."

Dao Lanxiang smiled slightly. Dong Limao liked her smile especially. The charming two dimples always made him unable to see enough.

"Okay, from now on, I'll call you Brother Dong." Dao Lanxiang pointed to a lush bamboo forest not far ahead and several banyan trees with lush branches and leaves around and said, "Brother Dong, that's my home."

Dong Limao looked in the direction of Dao Lanxiang's finger. Under the golden sunshine, the green phoenix-tail bamboo seemed to dance lightly in the breeze.

"Those bamboos are phoenix-tail bamboos, right?" Dong Limao asked.

"Well, because the top of the bamboo looks like the tail of a phoenix, we Dai people gave this bamboo a nice name."

"It is worthy of being an imaginative and romantic nation." Dong Limao once visited Xishuangbanna, Yunnan with his classmates, and had some understanding of the Dai ethnic minority.

"Sister Li Yuanyuan, who lives in my house, also said this." Dao Lanxiang said in surprise.

"Oh, is that?" Dong Limao asked: "Who is she?"

"She lives in the heads of those people in my house, and everyone else calls her Director. Moreover, it seems that everyone is afraid of her, but I am not afraid. Not only is she not scary at all, she is also very beautiful, especially after wearing the clothes of our Dai girls, she can't tell that she is a Han person at all." Dao Lanxiang seemed very happy to talk about this woman named Li Yuanyuan.

"Do everyone living in your house wear the same ethnic costumes as you?" Dong Limao asked.

"Yes, when they arrived at my house, they were wearing Dai clothes."

This time, Dong Limao believed that the people Dao Lanxiang was talking about were spies.

"Brother Dong, look, are Platoon Commander Zhu and the others here?" Dao Lanxiang suddenly pointed to the way behind and asked.

"It should be them." Dong Limao also saw a truck approaching them.

After a while, the truck approached the mule cart and stretched out Zhu Yongsheng's head from the passenger's window: "Company Commander..."

Dong Limao asked Yanheng to stop the mule cart and get off the wooden cart. Dao Lanxiang also jumped off and stood on the side of the road.

The truck was parked beside them, and Zhu Yongsheng came out of the co-pilot. He had a gun box on his body, which contained twenty sounds. He also held an armed belt in his hand. There was a small gun in the holster on the belt. He walked to Dong Limao and stood attentively saluted: "Report to the company commander, brothers have completed the task you assigned to him." Then he handed the armed belt in his hand to Dong Limao: "This is an American pistol I specially selected for the company commander."

Dong Limao reached out to take it and pulled the pistol out of the holster. This was the first time he had touched the real gun. His hands were trembling and his gun pointed at Zhu Yongsheng.

Zhu Yongsheng was so scared that he quickly stepped away: "Company Commander, there are bullets inside..." But for some reason, Zhu Yongsheng's head was heading, and the gun in Dong Limao's hand always faced: "Company...Company Commander...Be careful of fire!"

Only then did Dong Limao realize that he was too nervous, so he turned his gun to the sky. Under the sunlight, the black gun body was shining with blue and black. He learned what he saw in film and television dramas, pulled the gun with his left hand, and with a click, a bullet jumped out of the barrel and fell to the ground. He put his right index finger into the snatching groove. His fingers trembled and pulled the trigger. A crisp explosion made his right hand, which was raised to the sky, shook back and forth.

"Haha... What a gun! Very loud!" Dong Limao was still in shock. He looked over and over twice, then turned the gun toward his face, and leaned closer to his nostrils to smell the gunpowder smell at the gunpowder.

"Company Commander, be careful." Zhu Yongsheng hurried forward and pressed down the gun towards Dong Limao.

"Platform Commander Zhu, this gun is good, I like it! Haha... I have a gun too. I want to use this gun to kill a few more Japanese!" Dong Limao was so happy that he could not stop talking about the toy guns he played with when he was a child. But no matter how realistic the toy guns were, they were fake after all, and how could they be compared with real guns? I didn't expect that the gun he touched for the first time was made by the United States during World War II. How could he not be interested in it?

"Company Commander, get in the car." Zhu Yongsheng looked at Dong Limao as if he didn't know him.

"Oh." Dong Limao was still intoxicated by the excitement of having a pistol, and he fired the gun for the first time in his life. Although he did not shoot the little Japanese devil in the chest, he was so excited that he couldn't help but be happy.

He looked up at the truck and asked, "Is it Wang Jiagui the one who drove?"

"It's two driving cars." Zhu Yongsheng replied.

Dong Limao said 'oh', walked to the car, Wang Jiagui poked his head out, and said silly: "Company Commander, the British truck is much better than the classic car that my father drove. It runs like a stallion in heat, haha..."

"Erzhao, come down and let me try it." Dong Limao waved to ask Wang Jiagui to get off the car.

Wang Jiagui looked at Zhu Yongsheng in confusion, then opened the door and jumped out of the car, holding a spear with a scope in his hand.

"Is this a blocking rifle?" Dong Limao asked curiously as he looked at the gun in Wang Jiagui's hand.

"If I could have such a good gun before the Battle of Donggua, maybe more brothers would survive..." Wang Jiagui stroked the shiny gun body with his hands, and two tears fell from his eyes.

Dong Limao's excitement of shooting for the first time was washed away by Wang Jiagui's two tears: "Erzhao, use the gun in your hand well and will be very useful in the future. Kill the Japanese more, not for anything else, just for the dead brothers." After that, he stepped onto the cab.

"Lanxiang, you get in the car too!" Dong Limao shouted to Dao Lanxiang.

Zhu Yongsheng said with some concern: "Company Commander, let Nizhao open, your injury..."

"You are afraid that I can't drive, tell you, I have a driver's license..." Speaking of this, Dong Limao remembered that his current identity was his great-grandfather, so he justified himself: "I learned to drive when I was studying in the past." He heard from his great-grandfather that his great-grandfather was a college student before, so what he said was not wrong. He did start learning to drive when he was in high school.

Dao Lanxiang sat in the upper passenger seat, Zhu Yongsheng and Wang Jiagui climbed into the rear carriage covered with military green canvas, Dong Limao started the car, and drove the car very skillfully, passing Yanheng's mule cart.

The car was driving less than one or two hundred meters, and Dong Limao saw a jeep driving out of the bamboo forest opposite.

"Lanxiang, is that the car of those people living in your house?" Dong Limao asked Dao Lanxiang with his head turned around.
Chapter completed!