Expedition to Europe

If you want to successfully carry out a raid, there are many options to choose from. Using cold weapons such as knives as close to the target as possible is undoubtedly the most difficult.

It is precisely because of this difficulty that the "commanders" are more unfathomable.

More than 30 people, not more than 30 pigs, it is not easy to kill them all silently, but the "commanders" did it so easily, which made Zha Peng and his team respect the "commanders" more and more.

Even a small checkpoint has a warehouse. After cleaning up the bodies, Zha Peng and his team were ordered to enter the checkpoint and start sorting. No matter what it is, all are neatly classified and stacked, ready to be taken away after the battle.

The British supplies are still very good, at least in the eyes of Zha Peng and his team. There are boxes of various canned food, brand new military uniforms, various beddings, and of course various guns and ammunition.

While sorting out the supplies, a "commander" came in and picked up a few sets of clothes and took them away. Then a group of burly men put on these clothes and stood guard at the checkpoint.

This made Chapeng extremely shocked. These "commanders" were really too bold.

Although he was shocked, as the sky got brighter and more people walked on the road, in fact, this small checkpoint had already started to operate.

Seeing those "commanders" speaking English and communicating with people in a stuttering manner, and not forgetting to steal things when searching for things, and playing those greedy Indians vividly, Chapeng and his team could not help but admire them.

"These commanders are so amazing. They all know how to speak foreign languages. Should we learn from them in the future?" A former member of the Free Army envied and envied.

"Aren't you learning every day? Study hard, and you may have a chance in the future." Chapeng had an ideal, stroking his chin and thinking about it.

Chapeng himself can still speak a few words of Chinese. In fact, because there are so many Chinese people, everyone in Chiang Mai can speak a few words of Chinese. This does not mean that Chiang Mai people are so studious, but only proves the influence of Chinese culture and the popularity of Chinese.

Recently, Zha Peng has been learning Chinese. He studies very hard, hoping that one day he can communicate with Master Xu in Chinese. If so, Master Xu will surely treat him as one of his own.

When the sun was about to reach the top of the head, a team of Indian soldiers driving a carriage came along the mountain road.

Although they were all "our own people", the soldiers at the checkpoint did not show favoritism. They handled official business impartially and were almost harsh. When checking documents, they had to read them over and over again.

The Indian officer leading the team did not care. He greeted them in English and chatted with the guards. More than a dozen guards were not at their posts at this time. They strolled and quietly mixed into the Indian soldiers escorting the convoy.

Guarding the checkpoint seemed to be a very lucrative job. The guards were generous. They didn't give out cigarettes one by one, but threw them in packs on the car. They were even more kind when greeting people. Their sincere smiles were irresistible. They smiled before they even opened their mouths, which was really like a spring breeze.

It didn't take much effort for the guards and the officers and soldiers of the transport convoy to become familiar with each other.

It was noon, the hottest time of the day. No one wanted to drive a car under the scorching sun at this time. Since there were people willing to entertain them, the soldiers escorting the supplies were happy to have some free time.

There was still some disharmony. Perhaps it was because the delay was too long. A British officer on horseback at the back of the convoy was really impatient. He rode over and scolded them.

Two officers immediately came up to the checkpoint, with the same red eyebrows and green eyes, and the same rank of captain.

Before they could say a few words, the mounted officer was welcomed into the pavilion in the checkpoint to sit around. After a while, the sound of music and laughter came over. It was really the same person with different fates.

Since the superiors were resting, the soldiers were not polite. There were too many people to sit in the pavilion, so it was okay to sit by the cliff or under the big tree to cool off.

The checkpoint had been prepared in advance. Seeing more and more soldiers coming over, fruits and cold boiled water were immediately delivered.

This is the feeling of sending charcoal in the snow. For a moment, the soldiers escorting supplies felt that the officers and soldiers in the checkpoint were closer than their own relatives. Look, look, on such a hot day, the soldiers escorting supplies have gone to cool off, but the soldiers who were originally defending the checkpoint went to guard the carriages. This is really embarrassing.

Since they felt embarrassed, they should at least be polite, so the Indian officer leading the team stood up in a pretentious manner and prepared to say a few polite words.

"It's really too hot, why do I feel a little dizzy? Is it heat stroke--" This was the only sentence the Indian officer said, and then he fell down.

As if sending a signal, as the Indian officer fell to the ground, the soldiers also fell down one after another like dominoes. Only a few people could still stagger and support themselves, but it looked like they couldn't hold on for long.

"Zhapeng, come here, work!" an officer shouted.

Zhapeng and his men did not dare to neglect, and rushed out and lined up neatly in front of the "officer".

"Confiscate all the weapons of these people, strip off their clothes and shoes, and then throw them into the ditch, and then load the supplies you just sorted out, and we will retreat!" The officer issued several orders in one breath, and asked again after that: "Do you remember them all?"

"Remember, sir, strip the people naked and throw them into the ditch, and load the things into the car." Zhapeng repeated the order concisely.

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"Very good, be quick with your hands and feet and take action immediately." After the officer finished speaking, he returned to the pavilion to continue enjoying the shade.

"Throw-throw it into a ditch?" A former Free Army soldier was a little stunned.

"What, you don't want to?" Zha Peng remained calm.

"How can that be possible?" The soldier still had some discernment.

"Hurry up then, if you dare not take action, then I will throw you into the ditch too!" After Zha Peng finished speaking, he put the gun on his back and went over to start working.

This level is built in an open space next to a mountain road, next to a bottomless cliff. If you throw someone down from here, you probably won't even be able to find the body.

There are countless wild animals in the virgin forest. It only takes two or three days for all kinds of wild animals to eat up these people without even leaving any residue.

Two hours later, Zha Peng had already boarded the carriage and headed back. On the carriage were various piles of supplies.

Unlike Puchana and the others, they were also driving the carriage back, but at the end of the convoy, there were several "officers" who were responsible for covering up the mess. It was about ten kilometers from the checkpoint to the temporary camp, Xiaguan Road The location was chosen on a fork in the road. Unless the Indians searched all over the place, they would never find the temporary camp of the "officers".

When night fell, Zhapeng was already lying in the tent. Looking back on the experience of this day, Zhapeng made up his mind that he must follow the young master of the Xu family in this life.