The meat is roasting on the fire, and the oil is dripping down. One hand is holding the bun, and the oil is dripping under the slightly burnt meat. The piece of meat is obviously not big, and it is obvious that there are still some oil dripping down. The wings are obviously an unlucky chicken. The best one in Jiulian is none other than Luo Fugui.
Squatting around were a dozen sleepless, gray-headed people.
The throat moves up and down.
The mountain wind passed by, and a marching pot came over. In the dim light of dawn, Wang Xiaosan carefully placed the pot borrowed from the teacher on the ground, inserted a bayonet behind him, and stabbed the roasted chicken again. The holes, together with the branches that passed through the chicken's body, were lifted up and laid across the marching pot.
Luo Fugui was about to curse: "Your grandma..."
I swallowed the next words.
Behind the crooked braid holding a bayonet was a serious-faced political commissar Ding.
He Gensheng followed at the end, wearing a dirty red cross armband, but carrying his exquisite pure cowhide Japanese-style battlefield medicine box, but with a somewhat frightened expression on his face.
In the valley, there is a large open space, and there are some sparse trees with dense leaves swaying in the dawn. On the ridges on both sides of the valley, there are a few dirty figures lying on the mountain ridges, looking around nervously.
There used to be a township down there, as well as a township office. Troops had already gone down and moved all the people and the Eighth Route Army staff from the township into the mountains on the other side. The soldiers were lining up to climb up the mountain ridge.
Tian Sanqi, who returned to Jiulian Company, led Xu Xiao, Tang Dagou, and three people from different platoons up the mountain ridge.
At this moment, Tang Dagou was leaning against the mountain ridge, half lying down, half squinting his eyes, looking up at the high sky, which was brightly lit up first. It was blue, with cool gray clouds. He was unwilling to worry. When he arrived at the Eighth Road, he seemed to have never been peaceful. All day long Being chased by devils.
Listening to the roar coming from the southwest, damn, I guess if you wait a little longer, the Japanese reconnaissance plane will appear again.
Maybe, sooner or later, an iron guy will fall from the sky, so he quickly covered himself with the branches prepared nearby.
Xu Xiao crawled over, half-crouched next to Tang Dagou, pushed the Japanese helmet on his head that blocked his eyes, revealing half of his face: "Brother Tang, what are you doing? There are no Japanese, you can hide yourself and do it What?"
The words "Brother Tang" made Tang Dagou's curse slip away, and he thought of his brother.
Damn it, little one, don’t hang around behind a mule all day long. He’s just a bullet hunter. Listen to me and wrap branches around your body. Otherwise, the enemy plane will come over and drop two bombs, and everything will be his grandma’s. All have to be played.
Flying chicken? What did you say? Can a flying chicken throw fried eggs?
Tang Dagou had a dark look on his face and was too lazy to pay attention to this country bumpkin.
Xu Xiao no longer asked what was strange about the flying chicken. He cast his serious and innocent gaze to the north and took the initiative to start a vigilant observation.
Luo Fugui came to Hu Yi reluctantly. After reaching the backpack, he stumbled and fell next to Hu Yi with a sigh.
Hu Yi ignored it, straightened his military cap, pulled the machine gun next to him and started to inspect it. With skillful movements, he remained silent and had nothing to say.
The Ninth Company was accustomed to being free and unorganized, so the division's special agent company began a day of morning exercises. Under the miserable leadership of the third platoon leader Luo Fugui, the Ninth Company's morale plummeted, and it looked like a group of dejected ghosts.
The mountain wind passed by, bringing with it a faint smell of chicken, and at the same time, it also brought the shouts of the secret agent company training.
The people lying on the ground were woken up. They covered their faces with dirty hats, kneaded a ball of grass and stuffed it into their ears. They turned over and snored again. No one said anything.
Not long after, there was movement on the ridge. Those who were lying down quickly sat up, those who were sleeping were kicked awake, those who were training stopped, and those who were burning put out the fire, and all looked blankly towards the south ridge.
After a while: "The Japs are coming from the south and have begun to infiltrate into the countryside. Everyone, go up the mountain ridge immediately."
The order came quickly, and the orderly soldier roared in a low voice, looking with disdain at the temporary resting place of the Ninth Company that had no formation, dirty military uniforms, and colorful colors.
"Haven't the division headquarters been moved? These Japs are vying to move towards the division headquarters. We don't have anything to do. We can just hide here and go up the damn mountain ridge. Haha...hehehe...oh, I'll go..."
Before he could laugh out loud, Hu Yi's sole had already kicked Xiong's shoulder hard, ending the continuation of the silly laughter.
"Boss Hu, am I wrong? Are you kicking me again?" Luo Fugui was depressed.
Luo Fugui quickly stood up and kicked the men in gray uniforms who were still lying on the ground making no movement but holding back laughter.
"Grandma, you are so heartless! You guys are laughing your ass off and ordering us to go up the mountain ridge. Do you know what this means? Huh? The Japanese are following us again. Grandma, hurry up and take care of them!"
The feeling of being kicked is completely different from that of kicking someone. It feels really good to kick someone. Even the depressed mood of being handed over by He Gensheng and the political commissar has improved a lot!
"Going up the mountain ridge...then we won't have to fight against the Japanese again, right?"
"Hit your grandma! Are the Japs so easy to beat? We are on the mountain ridge. As long as the Japs don't send people up, how can they, who are eager to go to the division headquarters, pay attention to us?"
"Uh...that's not right. I heard from the people in the secret service company that the division deliberately lured the Japanese southward and left some traces?"
"Ah, are they stupid? They still leave a mark for the Japanese? Damn it, how heartless do they have to be?"
"The teacher is right over there, go tell him!"
"Uh, pretend I didn't say that..." Xiong immediately became angry.
"Platoon Commander Luo, I think the company commander is here. What can I do to you?"
"Okay, I'll leave you alone for a while."
"Ah." The soldier who spoke was dumbfounded.
Xu Xiao, the observation post, was treated as a messenger and returned to the Ninth Company: "Company commander, secret agent... the commander of the special agent company, let us retreat first, let us turn east along the ridge, be careful not to be discovered by the Japanese at the bottom of the mountain."
"Did the Japanese arrange for people to come up the mountain ridge?"
"Yes, but he was half way up the mountain. He was panting on the mountainside. He was probably about to come up. It was still early. The Secret Service Company had prepared two stones. He stepped forward again, preparing to push the stones down. Anyway, the people of the Secret Service Company required everyone to , bullets are not allowed to be loaded, the safety on all pistols is turned on, and no shots are allowed without orders."
A large circle of people gathered around Wang Xiaosan, and each person took a spoonful of soup. It had a burnt smell, and it also tasted a little like chicken soup.
All the chicken was fished out and given to the wounded.
A group of people drank soup, stuffed handfuls of roasted seeds and nuts in grain bags into their mouths, ate them whole, and began to organize their equipment.
Tian Sanqi finally held the rifle he had found in his hand, raised his head and said seriously: "I think we should support the special agent company. They are only half a company. If they really want to fight the Japanese, they won't be able to hold on for much longer." For a long time, and each of them had ten bullets.”
"The most elite spy company in the division only has ten bullets per person?" Hu Yi frowned.
"Damn it, did you fart just now?" Luo Fugui helped.
Tian Sanqi looked at Hu Yi and said nothing.
Jiulian said it was to stop the Japs, but they had never fought against the Japs, and the bullets were still waiting to be laid.
"Fifty rounds per person, send them over immediately." Hu Yi did not hesitate.
"Do you want to send a machine gun over?" The bear next to him turned over his toad and looked at the sky and muttered: "Most of the bullets we brought this time are 65mm bullets, they don't need them."
Hu Yi was even more speechless. He turned around and asked Tian Sanqi: "How many are there?"
"The combatants seem to be two platoons, plus the surrounding areas, about eighty..."
"Go over and ask them. Send them twenty thirty-eight guns, prepare one hundred bullets, and send two crooked machine guns."
Just give away half of the heavy firepower of the Ninth Company?
