This forest is covered with a hill that is not very high, and it is close to the slope of the church. The trees are not very prosperous, and some green pine grow sparsely. Almost every green pine tree has one or two tombstones under the roots. You can tell at a glance that this is the church cemetery. On the other side of the hill, that is, on the slope near the road, there are tall coniferous pine trees, and the pine trees are covered with lush shrubs that are more than one person tall.

After entering the hills and woods, a class led by Zhu Yongsheng separated from another class led by Dong Limao, ran towards the top of the hill facing the road with its back to the church. When it reached the middle of the mountain, suddenly the sound of machine guns sounded from the top of the hill. Bullets flew over their heads and beside them, and some shot on the tombstones, shooting the marble-white tombstones so that the gravels flew around.

This was something that Dong Limao had never expected in advance. The Japanese devils would set up defenses on the hills. Another class he led ran quickly from outside the church wall and under the hills along the wall ditch. The guide said that there was a road ahead leading to the back door of the church.

The machine gun bullets on the hills were also shot at Dong Limao and the others. Fortunately, there were not only trees, but also tombstones to block them. Otherwise, they would be unable to move forward under the intensive machine gun shooting.

Dong Limao and his friends tried to arch their waists and walked forward almost against the ground. He knew that Zhu Yongsheng could lead his men to kill the Japanese machine gun stronghold on the top of the hill, so he did not draw the squad he led to to help Zhu Yongsheng.

Zhu Yongsheng was a soldier. He knew how to change passive to active in a passive situation. He asked the soldiers to cover the tombstones and pine trees with point shots. The purpose was to attract the Japanese firepower on the hills, so that Dong Limao and others could pass through this firepower point smoothly. At the same time, he also led two soldiers to detour up the hill from the left to serve as a cover.

Zhu Yongsheng took two soldiers and quietly touched the left side, and then climbed up. When they reached the top of the hill, they found that there were only two machine guns on the hill, including four people, each with one machine gun, and the two machine gun fire points were about ten meters apart. The Japanese army was shooting down the hill frantically, but did not realize that Zhu Yongsheng had already brought two soldiers to the top of the hill.

Zhu Yongsheng and two soldiers crawled from the pine trees and bushes to the two machine gun strongholds, about ten meters apart, then stood up, threw a grenade to the two Japanese machine gun fire points, and then used submachine guns to shoot at the machine gun fire points, and drove off the two Japanese fire points.

The brief battle not only did not cause any casualties to them, but instead provided them with the firepower of two machine guns. Zhu Yongsheng turned the gun and headed towards the other side of the hill. He asked the other brothers to lie down every ten meters apart, monitoring and waiting for the counterattack of the Japanese army on the other side.

After the gun battle on the hill stopped, Dong Limao realized that it must be Zhu Yongsheng who took the Japanese stronghold on the hill, and he felt relieved, but this also reminded him that he must bring out the people in the church as soon as possible. Otherwise, once the Japanese army opposite the hill counterattacked, Zhu Yongsheng and his dozen people would be unable to block the powerful offensive of the Japanese army. If he delayed one more minute, the brothers who attracted Japanese outside would be in danger for one more minute.

Without the shooting of Japanese machine guns, Dong Limao and his team accelerated their speed. After a few minutes, they finally arrived at the back door of the church that the guide said led to the woods and the cemetery.

This was a rusty iron gate. Dong Limao asked the interpreter to slap the door and shout inside, telling the British rescue troops inside that they should not hurt their own people by chance.

About two or three minutes later, the iron door opened with a few British soldiers holding guns and a lieutenant inside.

"Where are the people?" Dong Limao did not see the journalist or missionary, so he asked the translator to ask the British lieutenant.

"Everyone is in the church, how many are injured." The translator told Dong Limao what the lieutenant said.

"Let them come out quickly, seize the time, and follow our people forward, hurry up!" Dong Limao and his brothers did not enter the church, but scattered, guarding around, waiting for the people inside to come out.

The lieutenant shouted a few words to the church, and walked out of the side door of the large house that was spread out from the church, almost all foreigners, some carrying suitcases, some with cameras hanging on their chests, and some holding children in their hands, but they were all very orderly, no one spoke, and they did not rush out.

Dong Limao asked the lead man and his three soldiers to lead the way in front. Five or six hundred people were a large group of people, and they could only run one by one in the direction where Dong Limao and the others came.

There was a beautiful blonde female reporter who walked out of the back door and did not run forward immediately. Instead, she stood in front of Dong Limao, raised her chest to take the camera, and pressed the shutter at Dong Limao and other soldiers. Dong Limao knew more about cameras, but saw that she was holding a Lycra camera, which was a rare German product and should have been regarded as the best camera at that time.

"Miss, go quickly, it's not suitable for interviews now!" Dong Limao told the female reporter seriously.

"Are you Chinese soldiers?" The female reporter could speak Chinese. She asked, but did not stop taking pictures. She pointed the camera at people coming out one by one from the back door to take pictures.

Dong Limao thought of the photo of his great-grandfather in his mind, so he walked up to ask the female reporter: "Miss, what should I call you?"

"Elizabeth Terry." The female reporter was busy taking photos and did not look at Dong Limao's answer.

"Is Miss Tari British?" Dong Limao guessed from the female reporter's surname. Queen Elizabeth, who he often saw in the news, was an old British lady.

"It's British." The film in Tali seemed to have been used up. She stopped taking pictures. She stood in front of Dong Limao, stretched out her hand and smiled and introduced herself: "I am a war correspondent in the Times' China-Myanmar War Zone."

Dong Limao stretched out his hand and held it with Taili and said, "I am Dong Jiacheng, the spy commander of the 5th Army of the Chinese Myanmar Expeditionary Force."

"Thank you and your subordinates for saving us. I want to know how you entered the 33rd Japanese Division encirclement?" Taili is worthy of being a war correspondent. As long as there is news that can be reported, she will not miss the opportunity to interview. At such a critical moment, she did not forget her identity as a reporter.

Dong Limao looked at this woman with high nose bridge, blue eyes, and freckles on both sides of her nose. It can be said that she is quite beautiful among Western women. If she did not have those thin golden hairs on her beautiful face, she would look even better.

"We sneaked in last night in the dark and heavy rain." Dong Limao replied, looking at the people who were still coming out of the church.

"Have you ever considered not going out again after entering the encirclement?" Taili asked with her blue eyes flashing and staring at Dong Limao.

"No, the new 38th Division has begun to fight to rescue the British First Division and the chariot battalion outside the Japanese encirclement. Tonight they will break through the Japanese encirclement and rescue the British army and you tomorrow." Dong Limao was a little anxious. After answering, he urged the people who were still walking out of the church: "Let's hurry! We only have half an hour."

"The fierce gunfire outside the church, is it your people fighting fire with the Japanese?" Tari asked again.

"Yes." Dong Limao finished his brief answer and saw that the last ones were missionaries and British soldiers. He wanted the translator to speak to the British lieutenant, but he could no longer find the translator. So he told Tali: "Miss Tali, please tell the British lieutenant and let his people break the rear with us."

Tari then translated Dong Limao's words to the lieutenant, but the lieutenant said a few words and led his people, including the wounded, to follow the journalists and missionaries.

After hearing what the British Lieutenant said, Tali stood there standing there and didn't translate his words to Dong Limao for a while.

"What did he say?" Dong Limao asked Taili.

"The lieutenant said his men had no ammunition and had lost their combat capabilities." Tari replied.
Chapter completed!