A tired team marched in the dark night, nearly thirty people, close to a platoon, as if they had traveled a long way.
The team stretched out in a flash, very scattered, with scattered support and four or five stretchers, and it stretched so long that the end could not be seen. The military uniforms were in tatters, with rifles on their backs and machine guns on their shoulders. They didn't look like the Eighth Route Army. The Eighth Route Army didn't have such good equipment.
There isn't even a shuttle mark on the old Hanyang-made muzzle, so how could it be the Eighth Route Army?
The two leading soldiers, who acted as vanguards, were all equipped with Japanese equipment. They followed not far behind, and several soldiers carried 38 big covers with water on their backs.
One of them, a braided man, was carrying a shell gun and was sitting on a stretcher with his hands empty, muttering to the person on the stretcher.
There was a torch just a few people away. The mountain road was narrow and there was no way to walk side by side. The ponytails simply climbed onto the stretcher. Fortunately, the person carrying the stretcher was an amazingly big guy. He had a backpack on his back and two machine guns placed horizontally. Even if two people are being lifted, the big guy doesn't seem to feel anything at all.
After sending away the wounded, there were still twenty-seven or eight. Maybe they were really tired. Several soldiers actually dozed off on the mountain road. This was really appropriate for the occasion. The nickname "mule" was not for nothing.
They are now crossing mountains and ridges, trying hard to rush to the Eighth Route Army Division Headquarters to participate in the battle to defend the division headquarters. Of course, even if they cannot defeat the Japanese, they can always help the people escape into the mountains!
How bold a person is, how productive the land is, this is no joke, as big as the eye is, the sky is as big as the sky. The small ninth company held back the Japanese attack all the way. The scale of the battlefield is not large. With the help of the terrain and the length of the legs, they can play with the Japanese. at the feet.
The strength of the marching team is now almost a platoon, including a squad from the third company.
This platoon is a bit complicated, with old Red Army troops, defeated Kuomintang troops, bandits, hunters, and a yellow-haired girl. Although there are not many people, the commander accounts for half of it.
The incorporated Kuomintang defeated troops were even brand new, and even the people in the team didn't know each other very well.
Although there were not many people and they were not in good spirits, they had a lot of weapons and ammunition. They carried a few iron barrels without grenades and fought with the Japanese for a long time. Some of the guns have not been fired yet.
Hao Yun's rifle is nothing more than a display now. He doesn't worry about this now. He just wants to leave the battlefield as soon as possible. No matter how fast his eyes close together, the pace of his feet does not slow down and he moves mechanically.
A black figure gasped and said to the people behind him: "Damn it, can you hurry up? The Japs are following us. If you really don't want to leave, just stay here and count balls with the Japs!"
"Can you let me sit on a stretcher? I really can't walk!"
"Hey, look, tsk, tsk, it would be great to stay here. Find a nook in the mountain, lurk there, and watch the Japanese high-ranking officials coming. You might kill a squadron leader with one shot. It would be so much fun."
"Hehe, you follow those stupid bitches and come together every day to watch people farm. You are so fucking shameless."
"I like it, it's none of your business!"
"I heard that you didn't join the Eighth Route Army? But you became a squad leader. Are you mentally ill? The Eighth Route Army can even do this. I think the Eighth Route Army is nothing special."
"You are so young. If you hadn't been a squad leader before, I would have asked the Eighth Route Army to reorganize you into the third company."
"Third company? You're talking about that platoon leader Pan who plays with a big sword. That guy is just a fool. He is a good hand in fighting. What an incompetent person he is as a platoon leader. He is really wasted when he is not a death squad. The Japanese are all washed away by the water. , I chased him on the shore for a long time, I think he is a fool, why should I join them for a piece of cake? I would rather take two yuan for travel expenses back home."
"Fuck you, why don't you go back and try to prevent me from being shot as a deserter or being reorganized into a death squad."
"Seriously, big dog, this time we joined the Eighth Route Army! We also went to the battlefield! But I felt like I was running away all the way. I was no different from the national army. I heard that I didn't even get military pay. I was surprised. You little human being, how could you have been hanging out with them for so long without running away?"
"Escape? Are you so damn blind? I'm free in the Eight Roads. If I didn't see you pitiful, I wouldn't bother to take you in."
"Hey, don't say it so nicely. I heard that you can't even beat those girls, so why are you still taking me in? You don't want to take advantage of us and look good in front of those girls."
The words of the two goods at the back will float with the mountain breeze.
A small stone came over and hit Tang Dagou in the head.
"Who, who the hell, belongs to your grandma?" His face was filled with anger for the first time in eight hundred years, and suddenly he became groveling again. Who else could throw it so accurately in the dark night?
The young voice in front said angrily: "Don't talk like this at this time, you ungrateful thing, come here and carry the stretcher!"
…
Three dice jumped and spun happily in the dice cup covering the table.
A pair of excited eyes stared expressionlessly at the table, listening to the sound of the dice.
"Buy the deal and leave." A man with a sinister face at the head said arrogantly.
There was a circle of messy people around, and the panicked people dropped their bills into the squares with sizes written on the table.
Bang, a shell gun was thrown into the big box.
"Brother, have you decided?" The arrogant guy was not surprised.
"I'm happy."
"I don't dare to default on my debt."
"Stop asking, hurry up and drive..."
"You have lost to me several times, and soon the gendarmerie will come to destroy us. Are you going a little too far?"
"Can't you afford it?"
"Hehe, I have too many debts to bear on me. If anything goes wrong, don't blame my brothers. They will blame you. Hehe, this has nothing to do with us."
The crowd around them looked forward to it, so they immediately changed their bets and placed all their bets on small.
A tough guy with a black line on his head, is this the rhythm of ruining the scene? He stretched out and took a deep breath: "Captain Li, you have to be merciful and merciful. Don't go too far."
Li Youcai was destined to lose if he pushed hard, so although the audience hated these two guys for fooling around, they were full of expectations.
…
The audience who had won money cheered loudly, the door was knocked loudly, and half-baked bird songs were roaring.
The door was opened, and two men in yellow military uniforms pushed away the man in black who was standing at the door and opened the door.
The audience was not surprised and leaned aside.
"Li Sang, please come with us."
Ordinary people would be scared to death if they heard that they were going to the military police. They would gather together to gamble in the middle of the night and be caught by the military police. The crime may be serious or minor.
Just after saying a word, a military policeman picked up the gun on the table and gave the tough guy a fierce look.
Several people entered the gendarmerie's bag. The gendarmerie murmured with satisfaction, and Li Youcai was caught in the middle and walked out the door.
The gate of the gendarmerie was closed, lights were shining on the four courtyard walls, and the horse lantern in the concierge was on. The light shined through the window on the three people walking on the street.
The Japs on duty opened the small door on the main door, and the three people got in quietly.
Not long after, a group of police officers walked through the street, yawning and carrying flashlights.
The Japs were short of manpower, so police officers were added to the night patrol team.
In the two-story office building in the courtyard, several offices had lights on. Li Youcai looked up and saw that Maeda's office was still on. There was no need to think that Maeda must have something to do with him.
In the eyes of Li Youcai, who is used to seeing all this, the gendarmerie is said to be a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, but in fact it is nothing.
If Maeda can call the military police to come to him in the middle of the night, it must be something complicated.
Li Youcai reminded himself to keep a low profile and went upstairs. The military policeman guarding the door glanced at Li Youcai and opened the door without saying anything.
Surprisingly, Maeda was standing alone behind the desk under the big map, holding a glass of wine in his hand.
"Li Sang, did calling you here so late affect your mood?"
Maeda's polite voice made Li Youcai's heart skip a beat, and he began to think wildly and carefully think of countermeasures.
"Yours, don't be nervous." He turned his head and signaled to the military policeman next to him: "Pour Li Sang a glass of wine. This is the rare Kiku Masamune sake."
Li Cai didn't say anything and took the sake. Xue Tian took a sip, deliberately frowned, and then let go.
"How is it? Is this wine good?" Maeda was in a good mood and looked at Li Youcai and asked.
This didn't look like something was wrong. At least, Li Youcai had never seen Maeda show this expression before.
It's a good ghost. It doesn't smell like fart. Can this be called wine? The glutinous rice wine at home is more refreshing than this. But a proud smile appeared on his face: "It is indeed the best!"
"No, no, no, this is not the best." Maeda drank the wine in the small cup in his hand: "I'll tell you good news. The headquarters of the Eighth Route Army has been surrounded. Before dark, this is still top secret news, but... Now, this exciting news has spread throughout North China." There were two bottles on Maeda's desk, and it looked like he had already drank one, with a trace of flush on his face.
"Eighth Route Headquarters? What Eighth Route Headquarters? I don't quite understand." Li Youcai's heart was beating wildly, and he quickly raised the wine glass to his mouth with trembling hands and drank it all in one gulp.
