The gunshots gradually subsided, and two teams led by Zhang Dali and Zhao Yong met with Dong Limao and others at the entrance of the village.

"Company Commander, I caught a Japanese translator." Zhang Dali pushed a man wearing glasses to Dong Limao.

"Does there any casualties, brothers?" Dong Limao seemed not interested in this translator. What he cared about was whether his own people had any casualties in this battle.

"Two people were killed, three were slightly injured." Zhao Yong replied, someone lifted the bodies of the two soldiers who died and placed them gently on the ground.

Dong Limao squatted down and looked at the two soldiers of his age. Although he felt sorry for the two young people who had disappeared, he was not sad. This was war and death was inevitable. He stood up and said, "Little beard, remember to send their names to their families. Find a place to bury the two brothers."

After saying that, he walked to the translator wearing glasses and asked, "Did you do the two villages in front of you?"

The captured Japanese translator lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "No, it may have been done by another team."

Dong Limao understood that the other team he mentioned was the group of Japanese troops he encountered on the river bank.

"How far is this place from the first British division that was surrounded?" Dong Limao asked again.

“About ten miles.”

"Why did you come to this village?"

"We were ordered to be responsible for patrolling and defending the river bank. There were two teams we came out together, including the team in front, with a total of more than 100 people." The translator seemed to think that he would not die if he said more, so he tried to say everything he knew.

"Are you Chinese too?" Dong Limao couldn't hear what this person's accent was.

"No, I am from Burmese, they arrested me as a translator, not voluntarily, sir, I have never killed anyone, nor have I done anything to sorry to the villagers..."

"Then why do you speak Chinese?" Dong Limao interrupted him and asked.

"I studied at the Yangon Chinese School and am good friends with some Chinese people in Myanmar."

Dong Limao thought about it and thought it might be useful to keep this person, so he said, "Your life will be placed in me first. If you dare to play tricks on the road, I will cut your throat with one knife."

"Sir..." The translator glanced at the people around him, as if he had something to say.

"What else are you saying?" Dong Limao heard something important he seemed to have to say.

"You have too few people. There is a whole division that surrounds the British army. Moreover, along the way, you will encounter Japanese troops, I'm afraid..."

"This is not something you think about, just take your way."

While talking to the translator, some living villagers surrounded him, and some even brought food, but most of them were local fruits. A man who looked like a head man said a few words.

"What did he say?" Dong Limao asked the translator.

"He said that the villagers thank you for your life-saving grace and asked you to accept the food." The translator replied.

So Dong Limao asked someone to take over what the villagers brought and ordered a ten-minute rest.

The head man learned Dong Limao's name from the translator. He said that the descendants of the village will remember this name in the future.

The next ten miles, we encountered the Japanese patrol three times. Because it was too dark, the translator played a great role and the two sides did not exchange fire.

When he arrived at the periphery of the British First Division, he did not see any figures of the 38th Division. They were all Japanese and did not hear any guns and cannons. Dong Limao felt something was wrong. He had a premonition that he led his brothers into the Japanese devil camp that surrounded the British First Division.

Dong Limao asked everyone to hide in the woods, pulled the translator over, put the knife on his neck, and asked sternly: "Did you intentionally bring us to the Japanese army?"

"Sir... you asked me to bring you... you came in..." The translator replied in panic.

"Did any Chinese army have had fire with the Japanese army here yesterday?"

"Yes, but not here, it's opposite the dam. The battle was quite fierce. The Japanese army even dispatched planes from Yangon to bomb..."

Dong Limao now understood that the 38th Division rescued the besieged British army from the opposite side, and the spy company went in the opposite direction. No wonder they encountered all the Japanese devils along the way. In other words, the besieged British army was right in front, and perhaps the Japanese army was waiting for the final attack after dawn.

Because he entered the hinterland of the Japanese army, Dong Limao was unable to use a walkie-talkie to contact Zhu Yongsheng and the others.

"Before dawn, we must quietly enter the British position trapped inside. Do you know what to do, right?" Dong Limao said to the translator.

The translator nodded and replied: "I know there is a place to go in, but it's a cliff."

"Let's go!" Dong Limao put away his saber and asked the interpreter to lead the way.

Perhaps because the 38th Division attacked the opposite side, the large Japanese troops were arranged in front, so there were not many defenders here, but there were many small patrol teams, not only on the river bank, but also in the mountains and forests. Moreover, the key is that this location is not suitable for the breakthrough of the large troops, and it is even more suitable for large-scale rescue wars. Almost all of them are forests and cliffs. It is absolutely impossible to rescue thousands of troops from the Japanese encirclement in this direction.

Of course, Dong Limao didn't know about these situations. He and his brothers came into the weakest position in the Japanese defense.

It was dawn in less than two hours. The translator took Dong Limao and others to climb to the top of a mountain. There were no Japanese troops here, but there seemed to have fought and corpses could be kicked everywhere. Most of them were soldiers wearing British uniforms, and a small number were Japanese corpses. From these corpses, it can be judged that the besieged British troops also tried to escape from here, but failed.

"It's here." The translator said, pointing to the cliff dozens of meters high.

Dong Limao stood by the cliff and could see faint lights scattered on the flat dam with a radius of several square kilometers. It was estimated that they were the British First Division and the chariot battalion that were besieged here.

"Two, take your people around to watch, and the rest look for rattan! Hurry!" Dong Limao gave the order decisively, then he took out a map, tore off one, wrote a few words on it, took the kettle on Hu San's body, stuffed the map with the words between the kettle and the belt, grabbed the kettle belt with his right hand, waved it a few times in the air, and threw the kettle off the cliff like a sling of a kettle.

Hu San asked puzzledly: "Company Commander, what are you doing?"

"If there were British defensive troops under the cliff, we would have been shot to death by them in the air before we were halfway through the cliff. I am reminding them that we are the Chinese army that came to save them." Dong Limao replied.

As expected, there was British defense at the bottom of the cliff. The kettle hit the soldier's helmet by a tunnel. He shouted: "There is a bomb!" He fell and rolled into the tunnel.

The rest of the soldiers on different tunnels quickly hid in the tunnel and aimed at the top of the cliff, thinking that the Japanese devils were going to get off from the top. They had been holding on for several days and nights, and they fought with the Japanese commando team waiting for an opportunity to get off the cliff many times, so when everyone heard a bomb falling from the top, they were like a frightened bird.

After a few minutes, there was no explosion, and nothing fell down. The soldier who was hit in the head by the kettle carefully picked up the kettle, put it in his ear, shook it a few times, and there was water inside. He unscrewed the lid, smelled it with his nose, then put it to his lips and tasted it. He found that it was clean water that could be drunk, so he drank several large sips.

A person who was an official came over, snatched the kettle from the soldier's hand, shook it twice and asked, "Did this fall from it?"

"Report to Sergeant! It fell from above." The soldier replied straight.
Chapter completed!