After the sun rose, it got into the wandering clouds. Occasionally mixed with fog, it cast a sword-like light and shadow from the gaps in the clouds, piercing into the mountains and disappearing.
Two hills are facing each other, with a small ravine in the middle, and two hills facing each other, one in the south and one in the north.
The Bald Mountain is actually like a flat piece of land with a ditch in the middle, but it is a bit deep. The road up and down the mountain is sloping, winding and rugged. There are occasional small patches of flat land and some shrubs swaying in the mountain wind.
There are a few strands of grass crawling on the brim of a dirty curly hat. Under the brim, there is a pair of narrow eyes, with thin eyebrows leaning toward the middle, tight.
Hu Yi was still lying behind the rocks, looking coldly towards the south. What he was thinking about now was not to support the headquarters, or to inquire about the headquarters, let alone to find the second echelon that had been transferred out of the division headquarters. At the moment, the Japanese were spotted to the west. , there are pursuers in the south who are reluctant to give up.
Now he either runs east, but the result is that in at most two days, he will lead his tail out of the mountainous area, encounter the Japanese blocking the road out of the mountain, and be attacked front and back.
Or just lead the Japs around in the mountains. The Japs behind them are like bullshit plasters that can’t be shaken off. This is not the first time to play chase with the Japs. The Japs are short and have short legs, but the Japs are well-trained, have good living conditions, and have natural bodies. Just fine, it's not comparable to the Eighth Route Army, which often suffers from food shortages.
Moreover, the Japs have a strong endurance, and their perseverance is not comparable to that of the Jiulian and other unknown troops. The most important thing is that the mountains are full of Japs. They may be surrounded when the time comes, and this road is not easy to walk.
Instead, there was only one way left, and that was to go north, and you couldn't go if you didn't want to. First, there was an order personally issued by the division headquarters, and second, there was no other way.
There are many factors that are unfavorable to the Jiulian Company. After being out for so many days, food is tight, bullets are in short supply, and there may be a Japanese plane in the sky, although we haven't seen it until now.
The Japs on the opposite side were most of the squadron. A squad went down to the ravine, and the Japs' top soldiers were joined. They were carrying Pan Zhuzi, who had broken off the back halfway up the mountain. You shot me with one shot, and I shot him with two. The two sides fought for a long time, and the fight became fierce. ,lively.
It's just that the Japanese with good guns and bullets are indeed very arrogant, but due to the poor terrain, they were pinned in the ditch and got angry. The sergeant who led the team wanted to take a detour, but apart from this road between the two mountains, no matter where he went, , look at the cliffs on both sides, and then calculate the itinerary. It will take at least half a day, so we can only give up.
What's more, the eight routes in front may have disappeared at some point, and it seems meaningless to take a detour.
Until now, when I went down to the ravine and hid behind the rocks, I was still in a dilemma and could only hit the bullet halfway up the mountain.
Fortunately, before coming down, the squadron leader gave an order to shoot occasionally and stick to it. As for the sergeant in the ravine, he did not get the order to attack and was happy to practice his marksmanship.
However, the eight roads halfway up the mountain did not appear, and occasionally two big rocks were thrown down.
Naturally, I don’t know what the squadron leader’s intention was. Maybe he just wanted to stick here and wait for reinforcements from other directions to outflank him. After all, the mountains were now full of imperial warriors. Thinking of this, the sergeant fought even harder.
The only thing that dissatisfied him was that he was wearing the shabby clothes of the Eighth Route Army, which was very uncomfortable. On the opposite side of the mountain, several Eighth Route Army soldiers were shooting into the ravine without firing a single shot. Two warriors had been killed, one was seriously injured and the other was slightly injured.
The sergeant was a little unhappy again. The squadron leader was even reluctant to use the grenade. How could such a battle fully achieve the goal?
Fortunately, the squadron leader's command was still quite good, and he transferred another squad of troops to shoot at the Eighth Route Army on the other side of the mountain. The gunshots kept ringing. The distance was neither too far nor too close. Three hundred Come to Mi, stick your head out, and you can see the figure on the opposite side without even using a telescope.
opposite.
The enemy's shooting speed was unexpectedly slow. It seemed as if both sides were just standing here, firing blanks into the mountains.
Since the Japs in the ravine did not charge, after two of them died, they stopped attacking and just took the trouble to open fire on the mountain.
On the other hand, the Japanese soldiers halfway up the mountain would occasionally retaliate with intensive firepower at the firing position.
In such a battle, both sides fought happily.
"Platoon leader, this kid doesn't seem to be that good. His marksmanship is terrible, and he's wearing our clothes..."
Bang, after a gunshot, the bullet flew off the hat of the soldier who spoke. He quickly lowered his head and lay down tightly on the small ground. He was close to the ground, sweating coldly, and touched the hair on his head that had been plowed by the hot bullets. His face turned pale. whitish.
"I told you, kid, don't show off. Be careful. We are the only ones in the queue. We have to keep our jobs, otherwise we won't have a chance to stand up." Pan Zhuzhu said sternly.
"Platoon commander, don't tell me. The ramming goods brought back from the security forces in the Ninth Company ran all the way, and not many of them were injured!"
"Guys who run away when they hear gunshots, can they be expected to have the same virtue as their company commander?"
Under the steep mountains and cliffs, there was an indentation of the natural rock wall next to it. The snoring was stopped by a kick. The bear got up in a daze, raised his head, and was quite frightened by the grimace of the girl who came over to look at him.
"Are the devils coming?" Xiong finally had enough sleep. He blinked drowsily. He seemed to be in the west and very far away. There was a rumble from the sky: "What kind of world do you live in? You can't stop even if you sleep!"
"Haven't you had enough sleep? Get up quickly, the Japanese plane is leaving."
"Is there really a plane coming?"
"Would you like to go take a look? We haven't flown far yet!"
The bear turned over and hesitated.
He pulled Xu Xiao, who was cleaning the machine gun next to him, and felt that the belongings were still there.
Rubbing his big gray-black hands, he wondered vaguely. Hearing people say that this guy who can fly in the sky is made of iron, it always feels untrue.
Seeing the girl walking away, he muttered, took out a tarpaulin bag from his pocket, opened it layer by layer, revealing a pile of gold bars, the bear grinned and drooled happily, and put it away carefully.
Now, the girl is in front. After hesitating for a long time, she still raised her voice: "Girl, hey, um, come here and tell you something!"
"What's the matter? You're so fussy. Go to the top of the mountain to see the plane. Just now, the Japanese plane flew close to the top of the mountain. The fox said it would come soon. He had to force Hao Yun to look at my aunt. He didn't even look at the plane. become."
The dazed bear was in no mood to look at the iron guy in the sky.
A bear who has always been a solitary eater, this time it was rare for him to be generous. He pulled out the two gold bars left in his hand and dazzled them.
"Hey, what happened?" The girl who turned back had her eyes lit up.
The quick-eyed man snatched it over, thought about it, put it in his mouth and bit it with his small tiger teeth, and a tooth mark clearly appeared on it.
The grinning face of the bear opposite gradually disappeared and turned into an ugly desolation. He said quietly, then extremely seriously and carefully: "Well, I want to retire and go home. Do you think that's okay?"
"You want to be a deserter? Huh?" His voice rose an octave, his wide-open eyes began to narrow and narrowed into a slit, and his braid exploded.
It's strange. Just for a while, Xiong suddenly felt that life on the Eighth Route was quite good. If he really returned to his hometown, he would probably have to work as a security force, or maybe he would be arrested by the Japanese to build gun towers or go to the county seat? It’s no different than sending yourself to death. What’s the use of having money? What if you go to Liquor Station Village? He still had to go farming with those messy villagers. Thinking about the virtue of the villagers, it was just Da Ya, but the militia captain was not afraid of death and could not help but shudder.
"I'm just kidding you... I want to... see if you miss me or not!" He whispered to the girl, as if giving himself an excuse and comforting himself.
Luo Fugui thought of deserting for just a moment. As for why he thought so, maybe it was because he was rich.
