There was not five minutes of the day when we were out of sight or hearing of Japanese planes, which, were harassing the Chinese with a relentless barrage of bombs and machine-gun fire.
We ourselves were frequently oblived to take cover, once hiding for ever half-an-hour while nine bombers subjected the surrounding area to a heavy bombardment.
Finally, we reached the foot of the Lushan Mountains, and here we embarked on a gradual climb up the slopes to Kuling.
At this point, the menace of the aeroplanes. Wécdme less, since the wooded sides provided plenty of cover, while the few aircraft which passed overhead appeared to be en-"aged only in scouting.. Down the steep track between bamboo glades, tramping along in the hot sun, came a weary and endless procession of refugees -from Kuling, carrying their babies and their belongings.
Many of them, obviously, were small trades-folk, unused to walking and carrying loads.
Intermingled with the refugees were a few wounded and sick Chi nese soldiers, some shaking with malaria, and hardly able to walk.
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