Li Yuanyuan replied: "Did you forget what I do? Counter-espionage activities, monitoring Japanese radio stations, and translating Japanese telegrams is my job."

"I understand, I've received special training." Dong Limao glanced at the injured person sitting in the yard: "Sister, there seems to be not many people left in you." He saw Dao Lanxiang bandaging their wounds.

Li Yuanyuan seemed to have no concern for her subordinates' death and injury. She just glanced at the wounded in an understatement, then stared at the burning bamboo building and asked, "Is that your people did?"

Zhu Yongsheng answered first: "It was our company commander who risked his life to blow it up with a jeep, otherwise it would be impossible to destroy all the enemies now."

"Do you know what you did?" Li Yuanyuan stared at Dong Limao and asked with a handsome oval face.

Dong Limao really couldn't understand the woman's thoughts. Her unstable expression and cold and cold tone made him very upset, so he responded in a tit-for-tat way: "At least, my people are better than yours. If it weren't for me and my brothers tonight, I'm afraid you and your subordinates wouldn't know how to die!"

"There are some files inside that can't be exchanged for many lives!" Li Yuanyuan raised her voice: "During the war, sometimes, you can't defeat the enemy by fighting alone! Do you understand?"

Dong Limao was stopped by Li Yuanyuan's words. She actually regarded human life as lighter than a few pieces of paper: "Do you... know? If there is no one, no matter how important the document is, it will be useless!"

"Reckless man!" Li Yuanyuan might not have expected Dong Limao to talk to her in such a tone, and turned around and headed towards the backyard in anger.

Dong Limao looked at Li Yuanyuan's back and murmured to himself for a long time: "I am a reckless man?" Turning his head to Zhu Yongsheng, as if he wanted to get from him the answer to whether he was a reckless man: "Am I a reckless man?"

Zhu Yongsheng pretended not to hear, coughed, and walked towards Zhang Dali and the others: "Heavy machine gun, let the brothers carry all the dead out of the official village and bury them!"

Dong Limao seemed to be an unscrupulous person. He stood under the banyan tree, glanced around with his eyes, and finally set his eyes on the place where Daolanxiang treated the wounded, and he walked over.

Seeing Dong Limao approaching, Dao Lanxiang smiled bitterly at him and said, "Two of them must be sent to Dean Jin. If the bullets on his body are not taken out, they will die."

"Lanxiang, are you okay? Are you scared just now?" Dong Limao asked with concern, and a pity for her tone.

Dao Lanxiang focused on bandaging the wounded, but replied: "When I heard the gunshots, I ran out of the room and saw a man in black heading upstairs where Brother Dong and his sister lived. I was really worried and thought..." She thought the words behind were unlucky, so she didn't say them, but looked up at Dong Limao and said: "Thank you, Brother Dong, you saved my life and our whole family."

Dong Limao looked at Dao Lanxiang blankly and thought to herself: For example, Shuang is much more considerate and gentle. How nice it would be if Rushuang treated me like her.

When he thought of Bai Rushuang, Dong Limao seemed to have returned to reality. He sighed, turned around and walked away, thinking in his heart whether Bai Rushuang would cry if she knew that she was dead, and whether she would regret her slap herself in the face before.

Thinking of his death, Dong Limao felt sad from the bottom of his heart. During the Anti-Japanese War in the 1940s, his parents and great-grandmother didn't know at all. Maybe they all thought they were dead. They must be heartbroken now.

'How can I go back?' Dong Limao began to consider this question: 'Do I have to die like my great-grandfather, in the Battle of Songshan two years later?' He began to be afraid that he could not go back: 'It was all caused by the photos! If it weren't for the great-grandfather's damn photo, he wouldn't have become a person or a ghost!' Thinking of the photo, Dong Limao thought unconsciously: 'The great-grandfather took the photo after being promoted to captain, and it was taken with the Nujiang Bridge as the background. I traveled here because I wanted to get the photo back. It seems that without that photo, it would be difficult to go back.'

Thinking of this, Dong Limao seemed to know what he should do: 'Yes, I must find a way to take that photo. To take that photo, I have to go to the secret service company to take office and put on the captain's uniform.'

"Old Zhu! Tell the brothers, let the lives of burying the dead, and leave them to the people in the official village. You gather the brothers together!" Dong Limao decided to leave Daolanxiang's house, and drove to the location of the Fifth Army headquarters in the dark.

Zhu Yongsheng summoned eleven people to Dong Limao under the banyan tree.

"Brothers, bring all the cleaned weapons and ammunition and set off in ten minutes!" Dong Limao finished speaking briefly. He suddenly realized that this might be the style of his great-grandfather. He just learned from Zhu Yongsheng that his great-grandfather rarely discusses his work. The decision he made at this time was entirely for personal purposes, and he did not consider that his subordinates were exhausted at this time.

Sure enough, Zhu Yongsheng and others felt it was inexplicable, but they didn't ask. Instead, they followed Dong Limao's order and began to take action to move the cleaned weapons and ammunition, including the man in black and Li Yuanyuan's men, to the car.

"What are you doing?" Li Yuanyuan walked out and saw Dong Limao's people moving things into the car, so she quickly walked to Dong Limao and questioned.

She changed her outfit and was wearing a military uniform. Dong Limao saw her from the head. The female soldier's military cap, which looked like a sailboat, was tilted to the right to her fluffy hair. She wore a short-sleeved shirt without eavesdrops and a tie. There was a major military collar on both sides of the collar. The shirt was tied into the waist of her pants. Her armed belt, full of bullets, was loosely slung to her right hip. The handle of the revolver on her hip was exposed outside the holster. A pair of brown half-heeled high-pin leather boots covered her pants' legs and carried a marching bag in her hand.

"Tsk tsk..." Dong Limao had seen the American costumes of female officers during World War II in movies and TV. Li Yuanyuan in front of her was almost the same as those characters in film and television dramas. If she didn't carry a bag in her hand, Dong Limao would have thought she was the female star after seeing the dress: "Sister, the so-called people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Your military uniform is more dazzling than wearing Dai girls' costumes during the day..." Before she finished speaking, Li Yuanyuan interrupted him.

"Didn't you hear the chief question?" Li Yuanyuan asked with her eyebrows raised.

Dong Limao stood at attention and saluted her naughtyly, and replied loudly: "Report to the commander! The commander of the special agent Dong Jiacheng is going to lead his brothers to report to the military headquarters. What instructions do the commander have?"

"I'll go with you." Li Yuanyuan threw the bag in her hand to Dong Limao and said.

Dong Limao took the bag with both hands, was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied loudly: "Yes!" and then handed the bag to Hu San: "Put the chief's bag into the cab."

Dao Lanxiang came over at this time, her hands were covered with blood: "Sister, Brother Dong, what should we do with these wounded people? Someone has to send them to Dean Jin."

"Leave another truck for them." Li Yuanyuan glanced at another truck parked next to her and said to Dong Limao.

"But, Brother Dong, your injury..." Dao Lanxiang frowned and looked at Dong Limao's chest.

Dong Limao also felt strange that his injury didn't feel anything, as if he had never been injured before. He touched his chest with his hand and pressed it down hard. It didn't hurt. So he laughed and replied: "Lan Xiang, my injury has healed, it doesn't hurt at all." He pulled the buttons of his clothes: "If you don't believe me, look."

Dao Lanxiang walked forward and looked outside the bandage. There was no blood in the wound, which meant that she did not tear the wound during the battle just now. She carefully untied the bandage: "Huh..."

"What's wrong?" Dong Limao lowered his head and smelled the smell of her black and oily hair, just like the faint orchid fragrance on her body.

"I didn't think this was the case last night. Why did it heal now?" Dao Lanxiang said with great surprise.

Only then did Dong Limao realize that Dao Lanxiang helped him change the medicine and bandage last night after she got drunk.
Chapter completed!