Hu Yi's scalp felt numb when he heard the humming sound coming from far away in the sky.
The Japanese sent planes, perhaps just for reconnaissance. Of course, the Japanese reconnaissance planes could also conduct dive attacks against the Eighth Route Army, which had no anti-aircraft weapons. The Japanese reconnaissance planes were equipped with machine guns.
It's not a good idea to take the mountain ridge. The Japanese plane should leave at dawn. Listening to the sound, it should be departing from the southwest, and it can only enter the mountain from Changzhi Airport.
"Everyone, hang branches on their bodies and make tree hats on their heads. When they see a Japanese plane, they immediately squat in the bushes and don't move. The Japanese plane is so fast that they can't detect it."
With this order, the security forces who had just been recruited into the Ninth Company immediately became familiar with the situation and began to make mistakes.
The other old Ninth Company soldiers don’t understand, what is an airplane? I don’t know, but I’ve heard of it often, but never seen it.
The company commander seems to have said before that the bullets from the Japanese planes have ballistic trajectories, so just be careful to avoid them. There are also bombing chickens, so if you see them, you have to get down on the ground and hide.
With excitement, the soldiers were full of fear of the coming gray chickens and bombing chickens, but they were also full of hope, hoping to gain more experience.
It's not difficult to follow the gourd's example, and all the soldiers of the Ninth Company turned into tree people.
"How can you walk or march if you have so many ties tied up?"
"It's none of your business, I'm happy with it!"
"⋯"
After a while, a small figure with a wreath on its head turned over.
Hu Yi suppressed his anger and secretly swore that he would have to teach these idiots air defense in the future!
Hu Yi tore off the girl's garland and threw it aside.
The girl was stunned, her eyes slightly gleaming.
Luo Fugui had observed Hu Caida's words until now, and finally figured out Hu Caida's true thoughts, so he coughed and twisted his neck unnaturally: "Well... Boss Hu, there is something... I don't know whether to say it or not."
"If you fart, hurry up!"
"I saw just now... He Gensheng has arranged all the wounded to the division. Well, do the wounded also need to be treated?"
"How to deal with it?"
"They have big goals and they have to think of something."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Hey, I'll go with the wounded. Is it okay to chop down trees one by one and carry them while we walk?"
"Okay, the tree is too small. There are all Japanese under the mountain. They will run away when they see the tree. What do you think they will think?"
"Well, then you pretend I didn't say that."
Everyone was stunned, this bad guy just wanted to run away with the wounded first!
The bear who wanted to run stayed there, clicking his toad eyes, as if he was thinking about life, or praying to the Supreme Laojun, maybe the Master Sanqing. He didn't blush at all. How could he blush because of this?
Such a shameless person! How can he be so red!
The atmosphere at the scene was awkward, with chills everywhere, and the unscrupulous bear's ugly eyes suddenly shrank.
The cunning and shameless person became a little evasive, and Erniu, who was covered in leaves, strode over with a bundle of branches in her hand.
A large bundle of branches and a small bundle of canes were thrown at Luo Fugui's feet, causing a splash of dust.
Then, the heavily armed and thin body turned and left.
There was silence all around, big eyes staring at small eyes.
"Grandma, what on earth did I do in my previous life!" Bear Palm subconsciously patted the bear's leg.
Finally taking a breath, his appearance seemed to change instantly, and he kicked open the bundle of branches.
It’s really hard to be a Eighth Route Army!
"Platoon leader, what are you thinking about? Hurry up and hang up. The troops are about to leave..." Xu Xiao tightened his grip on the 38 rifle that was taller than his body. The bayonet hanging on the muzzle dazzled slightly. He reached out and saw the branches on the ground.
"Shut up! Do you have the right to speak here?"
"But we have to leave!" Xu Xiao felt aggrieved.
"You're so verbose. If you don't want to shut up, get out of here!"
Xu Xiaoku had a sad face and his body remained motionless.
"Grandma, don't you even listen to me?" Xiong kicked Xu Xiao away, ignored everyone's looks, and ran straight to the hillside.
He pulled out the machete on his back and swiped it twice. The small tree as thick as his arm fell to the ground, and some branches were removed.
The bear stood up, as tall as ever in the early morning mountain breeze, making its subordinates look up.
"Grandma, isn't it just to move to a different place, bring those injured back to me, isn't it just to run across the road... what else is there to do?"
Everyone didn't ask or say anything, just arranging the branches and leaves on their bodies. What the bear said made everyone couldn't help but laugh.
"Grandma, what are you laughing at?"
"Are you running away to fuck the wounded?" A soldier raised his leg to follow the company commander who was already leaning on a cane and heading east.
"Director Su asked you to learn, didn't your grandma learn from it? Take care of the wounded first..."
Pan Zhuzi, who had never shown his face, went into battle in person, carrying one of his soldiers and carrying a large sword with black and red silk strips wrapped around the handle. The soldiers kept thrusting branches into him.
"Damn it, the sword you carry is useless. We don't fight with the Japanese in close combat. You three companies are all fools."
Pan Zhuzhu glanced hard at Tang Dagou next to him, but did not respond.
The Japs didn't think there were too many people in the mountains. A small town had long since become deserted, and the Japs didn't bother to pay attention to it.
After entering the mountain, the mountains near the Eighth Route Division Headquarters are still steep, and there are more criss-crossing roads. Although most of them are narrow paths, it is not easy to travel.
The Japs who had climbed halfway up the mountain, for some unknown reason, retreated when called by the Japs from the bottom of the mountain.
The Japanese army is here, who dares to stroke the dog's beard? Besides, a reconnaissance plane will come up soon, and climbing the mountain is a waste of energy.
The current group of Japs were chasing the Japs on the main road earlier. The vanguard of the brigade was not the group that followed the Ninth Company and followed the small road.
Before they had time to receive the message from the advancing team, the Japanese soldiers acted unswervingly according to their established goals.
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Carrying the wounded at a slow pace, the people of the Ninth Company were dejected, swaying branches all over their bodies, and ran quickly to the northeast in a messy formation.
The road at the foot of the mountain on the other side of the mountain was full of Japanese soldiers, and no one said anything as they ran away. Both sides were heading north, and the distance was getting farther and farther.
The sun has risen, shining into a colorful sky, shining rays of light on the top of the mountain. The bottom of the mountain that cannot be illuminated is pitch black and mist rolls in.
The roaring sound kept ringing, like a magic spell.
The sound gradually became closer, and two large silver-gray birds slowly emerged from the southwest sky. Their fuselage flashed with light. From the other side of the mountain, above the Japanese marching team, they slowly swayed northward.
"Total concealment."
There was a small sound from the position of the secret service company that had not yet retreated.
The company commander used his binoculars to observe the movements of the Japanese at the foot of the mountain, and suddenly remembered that there were still some people on the Independent Regiment side.
My heart skipped a beat. Those bumpkins that I met before dawn must not be discovered by the Japanese planes. Even the division headquarters would be implicated and suffer disaster.
He pulled up the telescope and looked at the station of the Independent Regiment. There was no movement at all. Not even a single shadow could be seen in the telescope. Only then did he remember that he had ordered the rabble to retreat.
Congratulate yourself for your foresight.
Those guys from the independent group run really fast! He is worthy of being a guerrilla fighter.
I hope they don't get discovered by Japanese planes.
Most of the secret agents in the company are veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time. There is no problem with camouflage on the battlefield. The problem is that those in the independent regiment must not be exposed.
The devils at the bottom of the mountain are going to catch up, and no one can escape.
Those bumpkins are really good at bragging that they blocked most of the Japanese division.
