Dong Limao wrote on the paper: 'We are Chinese soldiers coming to rescue. We have to go down from the cliff. After seeing the note, we will flash a few flashes of flashlights. We will send one person down first.'

After waiting for about half an hour, the flashlight flashed twice under the cliff.

Dong Limao asked someone to put down the rattan sections of the knotted knots and said to Zhao Yong: "Platform Leader Zhao, I'll go down first. If you see the flashlight flashing three times below, you can take people down."

Zhao Yong grabbed Dong Limao who was about to climb down and said, "Company Commander, should we keep a few people here? After finding that damn Sgot, maybe this is a good escape passage."

"There is no need. The 38th Division will rescue them, and Sgot will not die. Later, he and his troops went to India to rest." Dong Limao answered affirmatively.

"How could the company commander know that the 38th Division will definitely rescue the besieged British army?" Zhao Yong looked at Dong Limao in confusion and asked.

"Oh, by intuition." Dong Limao said perfunctorily, then grabbed the rattan with both hands and started climbing down. He had played rock climbing. Although it was dark, it was much easier to have rattan than to climb with bare hands.

"The company commander also knew that Scot would go to India to rest with his troops, how could he know so much?" Zhao Yong shook his head and said, "Is the company commander really good at calculating like the legend?"

"Party Commander Zhao, since we woke up from serious injury, we always say something we can't understand. You will slowly adapt to it in the future." Wang Jiagui retracted his head that reached under the cliff and said.

Hu San continued: "I also heard from Instructor Gou that the Wild Wolf King is afraid of our company commander."

"On the road, I killed the Japanese with the company commander for the first time. The words 'No one left! Kill!' made me feel excited after hearing this. It seemed that he was saying to us, 'Don't worry! Brothers, the Japanese are just ants!' It was so relaxing that the brothers said that they would be happy to kill the Japanese with the company commander!" This was the first time Zhao Yong fought side by side with Dong Limao. He was also a company commander in the past, and when he fought, he took the lead in rushing forward like a desperate, but since he experienced two battles, he really convinced Dong Limao.

Dong Limao used his hands and was as quick as a monkey. He quickly went down to the cliff. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, several British soldiers quickly surrounded him and pointed his gun at him.

He raised his hands and said hello in English with a smile.

The sergeant walked up and said a few words of English. He thought Dong Limao could understand.

Dong Limao pretended to understand, put down his raised hand and reached over, wanting to shake hands with the other party.

Several British soldiers surrounded him immediately shouted: "Don't move! Put your hands behind your head!"

Dong Limao only understood the previous sentence "Don't move!" and the next sentence "Put your hands behind your head!" did not understand, so he slowly raised his outstretched hand with a smile on his face. This time he said in Chinese: "I want to see your commander Scot."

Someone walked up and talked to the sergeant for a few words in English, then asked Dong Limao in Chinese: "Which part of the Chinese army do you belong to?"

"Spy Company of the Fifth Military Guard Regiment." Dong Limao replied.

"How many people have you come?"

“More than fifty people.”

The Chinese-speaking man was stunned for a moment and translated the answer from Dong Limao into English and told the sergeant that the British army surrounding Dong Limao put away the gun in disappointment.

"Let your people get off from above." The translator said.

So Dong Limao asked someone to flash three flashes of flashlights on the cliff.

After a while, the people above climbed down from the cliff one after another. Dong Limao didn't see the Japanese translator and asked Zhao Yong: "Where is the Japanese translator?"

"It's dead." Zhao Yong replied simply.

Dong Limao didn't say anything, but felt a little sorry for the murdered Japanese translator. He promised to let him go.

The British translator took Dong Limao and the others to the division headquarters. Dong Limao asked about the situation of the British First Division and the chariot battalion being surrounded.

It turned out that the British First Division and the Chariot Battalion were one of the British colonized Myanmar. After the Japanese captured Myanmar, in order to cooperate with the expeditionary forces, they planned to fight with the Japanese in Mandalay. However, they did not expect to go to Ren'anqiang by the Japanese 33rd Division in Ren'anqiang City on the south bank of Ren'anqiang River (also known as Pinyun River). The roads in front and behind were blocked and there was no way to go. Facing the danger of the destruction of the entire army, Marshal Alexander, the commander-in-chief of the British and Burmese Army, sent a telegram to ask for help from the expeditionary forces...

When Dong Limao and his friends followed the translator to the British First Division's garrison, fierce gunfire sounds came from the river bank.

"Is this the 38th Division attacking the Japanese defense line?" Dong Limao asked the translator.

"It doesn't seem like it. The division headquarters received a telegram saying that it launched an attack only at dawn. It's more than an hour before dawn." The translator replied.

What Dong Limao did not expect was that this was the other half of the spy led by Zhu Yongsheng and the Japanese army had a fire.

Zhu Yongsheng and his team got lost in the primeval forest, so they were wasted time. They should have arrived before three o'clock, but when they arrived at the destination, they found that it was not only two hours late, but also the place they arrived was the frontier position of the 113th Regiment of the 38th Division. After Zhu Yongsheng reported this rescue mission to the regiment commander Liu Fangwu, he began to raid the Japanese defense line under the cover of the 113th Regiment.

When Dong Limao and his friends followed the translator to the headquarters of the British First Division, Zhu Yongsheng and his friends arrived with the British army. However, the people led by Zhu Yongsheng suffered more than a dozen casualties and injuries to the attack.

After Dong Limao and Zhu Yongsheng met, they were waiting for Scote to meet and talked about their situation on their own roads.

A British adjutant and translator came out and led Dong Limao to the division headquarters. It was already dawn.

"Are you sent by Commander Du?" The translator translated the words of the British general standing in front of the military map to Dong Limao.

The room was like a war room, with several officers sitting next to a wooden table, with a horse lantern placed on the table. Dong Limao stood at the door without saluting. After listening to the translator, he stared at the tall general standing in front of the map and asked:

"You are General Scot?"

After hearing the translation, the general stared at Dong Limao with blue and gray eyes nodded and said a few words.

After getting confirmation from the translator, Dong Limao hesitated to look at the officers around him and said to the translator: "I have something to say to the general alone, so that they can all avoid it."

"No! I don't want to listen to you alone, I want you to say it now!" After hearing the translation, Sgot waved his hand to reject Dong Limao's request.

Dong Limao saw from his blue and gray eyes that this foreigner had known that Du Yuming had sent a spy company to rescue him, but he refused because he was a soldier, a supreme commander of tens of thousands of people, how could he be afraid of death and escape alone? Dong Limao admired his military temperament and understood his refusal, so he did not say the task he came here, but said what he wanted to say at this time:

"General Scot, brothers from the spy company and I swear to fight the Japanese invaders to the last one! Now, all my brothers and I obey your command, please give orders!"

After listening to the translator's words, all the officers present stood up from the chairs, and they seemed to be surprised by Dong Limao's words.

Scote quickly walked forward, pressed his hands on Dong Limao's shoulders, and said seriously: "There is an old Chinese saying that even though he knew there was a tiger in the mountain, he was going to the tiger mountain. Young man, it's good! Actually, I had already received a telegram from Commander Du and knew that someone would come to rescue me, but I couldn't leave, and they wouldn't leave like deserters!" Scote pointed at the officer present, then put his right palm on Dong Limao's back, took him to the map, picked up a thin bamboo stick, pointed to a location drawn with a red circle on the map and said: "Here, there are hundreds of journalists and missionaries from all over the world, they are trapped in a church about three miles away. I want you to lead your soldiers and rescue them before noon. Can you do it?"

After listening to the translation, Dong Limao thought to himself: I don’t know much about the battle situation here. It is logical that Sgot should have sent troops to rescue these trapped journalists and missionaries long ago?

"Please forgive me for asking provocation, do these people have troops to protect them?" Dong Limao stared at Sgot and asked.

"There is a British army in a company with them. Before you arrive, we are discussing how to rescue them, but we lack ammunition, and the troops we can fight are all deployed around. Your arrival can help us solve this problem." Scott put down the fine bamboo in his hand and said.

A thought suddenly popped up in Dong Limao's mind: Didn't the reporter have a camera? I just need a photo!
Chapter completed!