"It's a devil!" came a low voice.
Everyone turned around and saw that the person speaking was the company commander of the Independent Regiment who had been lying on the stretcher.
The reconnaissance soldiers didn't have much experience, but they didn't like anyone dictating their tasks. They lowered their young black faces and raised their eyebrows: "What do you know? Didn't you see that they are all wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army? You military jihuan You guys who are scattered, hehe, have you ever seen the face of a Japanese?"
After he finished speaking, he waved decisively to Liujin beside him: "Brother Liujin, let me go ask!"
The team that came over was only about fifty meters away. The soldier who was about to get up was kicked on the butt. He was so powerful and so powerful!
Then a hand covered his mouth, and the iron tower-like body overwhelmed the general of the secret service company.
Liujin's generals were dumbfounded. The squad leader took out his gun without orders, with the muzzle pointing to the ground, his face full of vigilance.
Liujin: "Captain Hu, isn't this good?"
On one side were former comrades-in-arms, and on the other side were the new troops who had joined less than an hour ago. They looked down on this new team and marched awkwardly.
"There are Japs in front of us. Be on alert immediately. No movement is allowed without orders!" Hu Yi didn't bother to explain. After fighting with the Japs for so many years, he already knew that Japs are urinary.
Liujin hesitated for a moment, but as he always obeyed the rules, he still issued the alert order, and all his subordinates immediately dispersed to find hiding places.
The movement attracted the attention of the soldiers of the Ninth Company who were sleeping behind but had posted a guard post.
A string of torches at the foot of the mountain slowly climbed up the mountain. The mountain road was rugged and the moving speed was very slow. From behind the torch came a short-built man with a gray hat and a black ugly face, looking around with wide eyes and exhaustion.
The team was panting on the cliff. The leader stopped and looked at a small hunting trail on the edge of the cliff. The torch was used to join in the fun: there were no footprints, no broken branches or broken grass.
There seemed to be some strange sounds coming from the mountain wind, varying in length and eight short. When I listened carefully, the sounds seemed to disappear again. The mountain wind roared and there was no more sound. The power of nature was unfathomable.
The broad-shouldered, round-waisted, ugly-faced man gave an order, dressed in the Eighth Route Army uniform, with uniform rifles, a standard marching column, and the leading soldiers at the front. The exhausted army still walked majestically across the hill cliffs before the eyes of the generals of the Ninth Company and the Special Agent Company.
Suddenly, a person tilted his body, maybe because his feet were not firmly planted, he exclaimed and cursed in a low voice: "Eight!".
A thin little torch followed beside him, and he pulled the scolding one. The generals of the secret agent company on the mountain were so shocked that they secretly said, "Good boy!"
I don’t understand anything else. After dealing with the Japanese for so many years, what do these two words mean? No explanation is needed. My scalp is numb. Could this be the legendary Japanese advance team?
Is he just that small? Don't you say that the Japanese are unshakable with three heads and six arms? The hearts of the generals were beating fast and their fingers were trembling!
Although the team was moving slowly, it was gradually moving away.
Only the bear leaned against the cliff, not even bothering to look at the excitement below. He sniffed, stared with haggard toad eyes, and let go of his hand. The soldier, whose mouth was covered and unable to move, straightened up and then bent down, coughing. , attracting audiences to look back.
A small figure pointed at Luo Fugui: "Damn it, are you so harsh?"
The bear was stunned, what are you talking about? He couldn't help but answer seriously: "Grandma, don't you want to go down and say hello to them? They haven't gone far, it's still too late to chase them now!"
It seems...that's what happened, but it was originally because the team wore the Eighth Route Army uniforms.
The soldier didn't stick to such trivial matters and snorted fiercely at the bear: "Do you want me to thank you?"
"I asked you to thank your grandma!"
The soldier who was scolded suddenly became like a demon: "No!"
A scream made everyone in the audience tremble with fear. They didn't have time to blink and stared at the Japanese soldiers in front of them. Thank God, the Japanese soldiers who were far away didn't hear them.
The soldier who was kicked over by the bear lying on the ground again cried with sadness: "To the south, we have a squad of comrades who are ready to contact them! What should we do!"
Finally I understood that in order to ensure the safety of the division headquarters, the position was moved one mile south to make contact with the team coming from the north!
Hu Yizheng looked at the torches that appeared again on the mountain road to the north. He was stunned after hearing this. This arrangement was good. Even if the enemy was the enemy, he would be far away from the division headquarters in the mountain. However, he thought in his heart that the enemy was clearly stationed in the mountain. At the location of the hunting trail, no traces were found of the hunting trail that soldiers would definitely pass by when going down, but nothing was found. What's going on? The heart in my throat slowly relaxed.
"Hurry back and report! Everyone is silent!" Hu Yi ordered in a low voice.
"Yes!" Liujin kicked the subordinate next to him, and the soldier ran back reluctantly. Japs can't be seen in the mountains all year round. Is this a good opportunity to fight the Japs? Let's miss it like this!
The torches were walking slowly on the mountain road. The leading troops were about to reach the bottom of the cliff where Hu Yi was, and there was another tense moment on the cliff!
The sudden change.
"Bang!" About a mile to the south, a gunshot suddenly rang out.
Then, the bang-bang-bang sound continued, and the sound of gunfire filled the night sky.
"Report to Lieutenant, the troops in front have taken fire with the Eighth Route Army, and the situation is unknown!" An awkward voice came from the bottom of the mountain. I don't know where the dialect came from.
"I'm not deaf, order, everyone speed up and attack southward!" Fluent Mandarin.
The generals on the cliff were dumbfounded and their eyes widened. They pulled their bodies back, stretched their necks, and held their breath. From the gap between the bushes, they looked at the team below, almost everyone carrying a gun. Under the torch, a long group began to run forward. .
The Japs spoke Chinese awkwardly. The Eighth Route Army troops came from all over the world and spoke various dialects. The soldiers could not tell the difference in language. The Japs they encountered who could speak a few words in Chinese spoke a local dialect.
It turns out that the Japanese can also speak Chinese, no wonder they were not discovered!
The Japanese lieutenant was inside, leaving half of his men behind. He was waving the sheathed saber left and right, shaking his head and looking at the map opened by his assistant. He smiled happily. After inking for a while, he spoke with great enthusiasm: "Order, frontal attack. Push forward with all your strength, near the battlefield, choose to go up the mountain and take a circuitous route to occupy the high ground, and pay attention to the movements behind the Eighth Route Army, there may be other gains!"
"Hai!"
Damn, I got a slap on the face.
Quickly change your mind: "Yes"
"Send a report to those idiots in the 20th Division immediately. We found traces of the Eighth Route Army!"
After the lieutenant gave the order, he led the troops forward. The radio soldiers were followed by two Japanese soldiers. They began to set up antennas at a depression in the cliff more than 100 meters south of the Eighth Route Army generals. The torches were no longer blown, making it easier to record the telegram codes.
Hu Yi pulled up the telescope and observed carefully. At some point, in the open space next to where he was lying, a small, crooked braid stuck out from above his forehead.
"Oh, isn't that the radio soldier? Fox, let's go grab it?" Jianshengsheng's voice was deliberately lowered.
"There are so many Japs down there, are you desperate for your life? What if the division headquarters is exposed?" Liu Jin's heart trembled, and these reckless idiots also lowered their voices.
"Grandma, you're as timid as a mouse, and you're still in the spy company!" Luo Fugui, who had always been unwilling to confront the Japanese and had to run away after two rounds, rolled his eyes and pulled the machine gun bullets in the magazine back and forth. , making a slight crackling sound, which is harsh.
Hu Yi held the telescope in his hand and ignored Mo Ji.
"Fox, are you okay?"
