Okawa Tokichi was in a very unhappy mood, and under the light of a flashlight, he took out a stack of photos again: the three main leaders of the Eighth Route Division, Liu, Deng, and Li, etc., were fascinated by the sight, and clasped the photos together, showing a ferocious smile.
Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army came up with the idea of blowing up the mountain, catching the Japanese off guard. The narrow mountain road they were marching on was blocked by huge rocks blown down from the mountain. The team members could use ropes to climb up the rock, or slowly climb up the jagged rocks. Passing slowly, the mules and horses had no chance of passing. Seven or eight Japanese soldiers had already climbed up the rocks and were injured by the shaking and unstable rocks.
If the engineers have to wait until dawn the next day to clear a road, then the Eighth Route Army who are ambushing them will definitely report to the Eighth Route Army headquarters that the fighter plane is right in front of them and will disappear in a flash.
"Send a report and ask the 20th Division to send out a large force. No matter whether they crawl or climb, they must pass through there and arrive at Y before dawn to assemble."
Your own team must block the retreat of the Eighth Route Army who ambushed the 20th Division. If possible, join the first brigade and directly attack the Eighth Route Army's division headquarters.
After giving the order, the Japanese soldiers began to discard the unused baggage, packed lightly, and prepared to advance to the Y place on the map with all their strength.
Land Y is actually a three-way intersection.
The Japs replenished their food and abandoned their unimportant equipment, leaving only guns, ammunition and radios. A group of Japs acted as the front team and began to use their hands and feet to climb towards the mountain pass where the Eighth Route Army had left. On the steep mountain road, the Japs He was gasping for breath as he jumped and crawled on the spot.
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In the barren ravine, a team was walking north-west. The first team was exhausted. The red-faced leader, whose expression remained calm and his heart was not beating, was none other than Pan Zhuzi, followed closely by the pony, who was holding tight and panting. Breathing heavily, dozens of people followed sparsely behind, not forming a formation.
"Platoon leader, you said that if we run in front of them and encounter the Japanese, we will have done a great job this time, right? Jiu Lian will be out of trouble!"
"It's possible...probably not. There aren't too many enemies. It can accomplish a great feat."
"Then, what if those guys from the Ninth Company don't give up?"
"They are just mud and can't stick to the wall. What can they do? Other than scolding them, can they bite us?"
There were footsteps ahead, and a dark figure came back.
It was the leading soldier who reported back: "Uh, it's Platoon Commander Pan? Why did you come to the front again?"
"Do you want to take care of me? If you fart, let it go. What's going on ahead?"
"Well, there are three forks in the road three miles ahead. The gunshots and explosions we heard earlier are gone now. We are still reconnaissance...
Suddenly there was a loud sound of gunfire, coming from the south. I couldn't tell how far away it was, but the sound was very clear anyway.
It seemed that we were fighting against the Japanese again. When we heard the gunshots, they were all buzzing sounds. The sound was high and low, but there was no sound of the old muzzle.
The leading colors are gathered together. "With the fighting like this, did the Japanese start fighting themselves?" Xiao Ma asked!
"Do you think the Japanese are from the Ninth Company? Are you sparing any of your own?" Pan Zhuzhu slapped Xiao Ma on the back of the head: "All of them are here, run forward!"
Chen Chong led a platoon and had already followed Pan Zhuzi from the third company. In terms of hardship and marching in the mountains, Wang Peng's platoon, most of whom were from the mountains, was unmatched.
The team in front was marching, and suddenly there was no order. The whole team had no organization and no rules. There was no unified command. The four chaotic platoons were all going their own way. The team was sparse and spread out for a mile.
The sound of gunfire tightened the hearts of the stragglers. Fortunately, everyone had the same goal, probably the same: to beat the fucking little devil.
Let’s not mention the comrades of Luo Fugui’s platoon for now.
Xiao Hongying looked up at the torches snaking in front of her, trying to identify the source of the gunfire and trying to analyze some battle information through the gunfire.
The 38-meter cap was ringing like crazy. Such willful and profligate shooting could only be done by the Japs. There was a crooked machine gun that fired three rounds in bursts. The shooting was quite charming. The Japs were really good at operating the machine gun.
"Let's hurry up and go at full speed to join them?" Xiao Hongying asked with her ears pricked up.
"No, Pan Zhuzhu, Chen Chong, Li Xiang and the others have already passed by. The road is only so wide and it's useless to pile them up!" At least Comrade Luo Fugui, who was a bandit, is experienced in fighting in the mountains: "What's more, there is a group of friendly troops behind. On the road, no matter how good the advance team is, they can't defeat so many of us!"
The soldiers of the model regiment impressed Hu Yi with admiration. Three grenades exploded and collapsed a mountain. Due to years of weathering, a large piece of the boulder that was tightened by the roots of the tree crashed and fell.
The mountain road was completely blocked. The south of the mountain road was close to the steep mountain wall, and the north was a bottomless cliff. It was actually not high, about ten or twenty meters. It was difficult to see clearly at night under the dim moonlight, and there was no way to go down. .
Although Hu Yi was still a little worried, he was afraid that the Japanese would crawl over the rocks and use the rocks to intercept the enemy, which was unlikely.
The piled rocks are not very dense, and there is a cliff on one side. The Japanese who are not afraid of death must have started to climb over the rocks. After a dozen or three large piles of rocks, they stared at the ridgeline of the rocks!
There should be a large number of Japs behind the rocks. The torches illuminated the valley red, and the ridges of the rocks were clearly visible. Some Japs were unwilling to give up and threw torches under the cliff. It was too high and there might not be a way up if they went down! It all depends on the rope.
To the Japs, the pile of stones in front of them was not very solid. If there were too many people on it, the stones would roll into the valley, and the Japs would be there too!
A few have already fallen!
"They must be climbing on random rocks!" Squad Leader Wang clung to the mountain wall and whispered to Hu Yi and Political Commissar Ding.
The mountain road is narrow and there is no hiding place.
A few people waited for a while with worries and doubts, and finally saw a few heads sprouting from the rocks, and figures running north. One of the best people to distinguish in the independent group was Xiao Hongying, and the other was Xiao Hongying. The bear who retreated first!
A few dozen meters behind Class 9 is Class 4, a few dozen meters behind that is Class 1, and more than a hundred meters away is Class 2 and 3, about twenty figures staggered together.
They couldn't find a hiding place here and began to retreat to the north. But what puzzled Hu Yi was that according to the shooting density of the 38th cover, there seemed to be no enemy shooting, no machine gun sound, and no grenade launchers. Hibiki, what's going on? It is absolutely impossible for a small group of Japs to completely disappear in such a short wave of attacks!
After waiting for a while with worries and doubts, I finally saw a few figures emerging towards me. The heads of Japanese soldiers wearing helmets were easy to distinguish.
Figures of people were intertwined among the rocks. The blocking group of eight soldiers did not fire their weapons. The rubble was a pile of rubble, waiting for more Japanese to come up.
A few unlucky ghosts lost their lives, but the losses before them did not make the Japanese squad leader angry. Since it was a war, what was the point of such a loss?
The second lieutenant believed that this Eighth Route Army must be the elite of the Eighth Route Army. They would escape like rabbits after setting up a small ambush. Was this to prevent the imperial army from entering the mountains?
The last time we were attacked, we were the ones closest to these Eighth Route Army. Unfortunately, we were not familiar with the terrain and failed to throw grenades at the first time. We lost sight of the Eighth Route Army soon after.
As a result, the Eighth Route Army kept running north and actually blew up the mountain. However, the Japanese didn't think that the Eighth Route Army really escaped again, because that was not in line with the temper of the Eighth Route Army in front!
So I searched carefully in this area for a while, but found nothing, and spent a long time in vain. There is no other way, unless we go back to Xiaowangzhuang South, which will take two more days. If we really delay for this long, we will be chopped alive by the captain.
Ordered to climb over the pile of rocks at all costs, a large number of devils gritted their teeth and groped their way up the rocks. The unstable rocks had already climbed down the cliff together with the unlucky ghosts.
I have already seen the mountain road on the opposite side, which is dark and seems to be occupied by someone, but I don't dare to be careless.
