Time: Dusk, what time? have no idea.
Weather: half of the sky was burning red, slowly extinguishing, there was a breeze in the valley, and the temperature dropped sharply.
Location: South of Niujia Village, there is a long valley. The valley runs north-south and bifurcates to the north. The cliffs are too ridged to grow towering trees and are overgrown with shrubs. There is plenty of rain in summer but dry in winter. Drought-tolerant Thuja cypress grows strong in it. Between the cliffs, there is little sunshine in the valley, and the little sunshine in summer also makes the valley lush.
A soldier, with a camouflage straw hat wrapped around his cap and a bandage on his body, was lying on the mountain ridge in the south, watching from a distance several friendly troops coming from the south, and a long distance behind him.
News came from the regiment that there were Japanese soldiers disguised as soldiers marching into the mountains. The soldiers aimed their guns at the leading soldiers who came over. They became nervous and their palms began to sweat. The soldiers with him had already returned to the village to report, and they made an appointment to use gunshots. If a gunshot is fired, the village will organize the evacuation of the people. Fortunately, it is getting dark soon, so it is easy to relocate the people. If you just dig into some bushes, you will lose sight of them.
The leading soldier was followed by a platoon or so of troops, advancing slowly along the narrow path. Deep in the mountains, there was no way to walk along the ridge. Pan Zhuzhu stopped by the roadside, took off his military cap, and slapped the black face a few times. It doesn't make any difference, the mountain wind blows harder than a fan, I'm just used to it.
The vanguard sent word that just past the mountain pass was Niujia Village. One of the vanguard soldiers was from Wang Peng's platoon. For him, it was just a matter of going home and he had already moved forward to a hidden sentry position.
"Liu Dashan, is that you?"
One of the soldiers in the vanguard heard the cry on the mountain ridge and recognized who it was. He smiled happily and said, "Wang Laoshi, your injury must not have recovered yet. Why did you come out to be on guard duty?"
"Hey, what kind of gun are you carrying? I don't think I've seen it before?" The sentry lying on the ridge stood up and walked down: "Company commander, are you in the team behind?"
"Uh, no, the company commander is still in the 9th Company of the Independent Regiment, learning to swim there."
"Swimming? Are we staying here in the mountains all day long, learning to swim? How could the company commander do such an unreliable thing! Tell me, how was it when you went out this time?"
"What else can I do? I got some uniforms from the security forces. Hehe, these clothes are sturdy. Even if you wear them in the summer, you'll get too hot."
Pan Zhuzhu, who had already walked to the guard, looked at the soldier who was defeated: "It's a hot day. You wear two pieces. Aren't you afraid of getting prickly heat?"
"Hey." The leading soldier turned his head: "This is Platoon Captain Pan of the 9th Company of the Independent Regiment!"
"I'll tell you again, it's three in a row!" Pan Zhuzhu went crazy.
"Then let me ask you, if you enter the mountain as a company, who is the group behind you? According to what you said, isn't there a platoon of security troops behind you?"
"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Pan Zhuzi was speechless and ignored the sentry. He turned to the sentry who came down the ridge and stretched out his hand: "Hello, comrade. I am the platoon leader of the third company of the Independent Regiment. My surname is Pan. You can call me Zhuzhu. !”
"Third Company?? Oh, I've never heard of it!" The sentry was a little confused by the conversation between the two.
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The sky is getting brighter.
The current location is to the west of the Taihang Mountains. The Taihang Mountains run northeast to southwest and stretch for more than 800 miles. There are cliffs all the way. The mountains seem to appear suddenly from the ground. Especially in this section, the unique northern karst terrain, lush vegetation in summer, and flying Cascading spring.
No one appreciates the unique scenery, and the land is not three feet flat, making it impossible to farm, resulting in sparsely populated mountainous areas.
From this location, more than two miles east of the mountain ridge, is the entrance to Taihang Mountain.
Beside the fire in the valley, there were more than ten figures scattered around, nervous and boiling water. On the nearby ridge, lying on a low mountain ridge, was a Japanese soldier, holding Cao Changjing, focusing on the camera: "There should be Eighth Route Army on the hillside ahead. They, Having breakfast, distance, four hundred meters!"
Another Japs ran away and ran back. These thugs had been harassing them all night. They would run away with just one shot without any entanglement. Another group appeared at some distance. Now it's daybreak. Let's see where you go.
The Eighth Route Army fired volleys at the beginning, but then they sparsely fired two shots and then ran away, just like sparrows. After struggling for most of the night, they finally waited until dawn. Three of the Japs' leading soldiers were killed, and they were the first wave of unlucky ones to be beaten into a sieve. There were more than ten wounded soldiers. , nearly half of the leading team was lost, and without him, more troops were used to carry the wounded, and the medical team behind had to be sent back far.
Political Commissar Hu Yi, Ding and the security guard were hiding in the dense vegetation near the path into the valley. They decided to go back at dawn. They originally planned to see if they could find a bargain, until a group of eight soldiers appeared at the mountain pass in front of them. , learned from Captain Ding that their defense area had already left the hilly area outside the mountain, and the sudden appearance of the team at the mountain pass aroused Hu Yi's curiosity.
The Eighth Route Army was obviously planning an ambush, indicating that there might be Japanese soldiers or security forces moving in this direction.
Perhaps the person in the Independent Regiment who really understood Hu Yi was Political Commissar Ding, so he was not prepared to exercise the political commissar's privileges. He seemed to have read his mind and did not say anything to Hu Yi, leaving Hu Yi to command the three-man team.
At dawn, the Japanese army began to advance towards the mountains from west to east. The road ahead narrowed.
News came from the front that there were small groups of harassers along the way.
In order to reduce casualties, the Japanese vanguard troops no longer sent forward soldiers, but directly grenade launchers on the valley shelf, preparing to give the Eighth Route Army in an ambush a hint of color. A large group of Japanese soldiers stood behind the grenadiers, waiting for artillery fire before attacking.
There was a loud "boom" sound, and the black grenade flew up into the air and hit the eighth position in the distance. It exploded violently. The position was in a mess on the spot, with shrapnel flying in all directions and exposed rocks everywhere. Splashing, the earth trembled amid bursts of loud noises, shrubs were being cut continuously, and waves of broken branches and leaves were lifted up by small shock waves. Sometimes someone was lifted out of the trench, and the rest then lowered their heads lower, not afraid of sacrifice. The medical soldiers left the stretchers and pulled the wounded soldiers onto the stretchers, and groups of stretcher-bearing soldiers scurried around in panic.
Shankou stood dumbly by the roadside, and the dense Hu Yi looked stupidly alone in the morning light with the mountain behind him.
Hu Yi held up the telescope and stared at the distance. The khaki figures formed a column and rushed towards his position.
After a long time, the nearby valley became silent. Several wounded soldiers were wrapped in bandages and lying on the ridge. Their legs and feet were shaking involuntarily. Some people began to greet them. There were also a few soldiers who were not wounded, perhaps recruits, hiding in the shallows because their legs were weak. Behind the pit and rocks, he stretched his neck fearfully to peek out from the green in front of him, and suddenly noticed a burst of dust coming from the valley, mixed with countless cuckolds and khaki military uniforms underneath.
Finally a gun was aimed at the khaki in the dust.
Hu Yi from Yamaguchi still held up the telescope, looked closer, then raised it to look further away.
Finally taking a breath, he handed the telescope to Ding Deyi, who was lying on a rock not far away.
"God, there are so many Japs? What do you think the Japs are doing?" Ding De shivered as soon as he saw the khaki moving in the distance: "Then, down there, are the Japs afraid of tens of thousands?"
"Ah. Yes, so, I think their target is definitely not us."
