"If you don't want to leave, you have to leave. Pack your things quickly and see if you can send a clear code to report the situation to...the division!"
"Okay, just keep an eye on it!" The dejected braid stood up and said, "Send the report immediately, Hao Yun, you idiot, hurry up and help put up the antenna!"
Finally I remembered that when sending a telegram, you must send some kind of report or order: "Fox, what do you want to send?"
"You let the radio soldiers think for themselves. Even if the code is clear, there must be a code word!" The tricks Hu Yi learned in the martial arts school finally came to some use.
After hearing what Hu Yi said, the girl finally understood that the radio station seemed not easy to use, and not just anyone could play it.
Naturally, you have to make the most of your strengths and avoid your weaknesses. Of course, your strength is to learn how to employ people. If you don't know how to do it yourself, you have to learn it. Of course you have to learn what you like. But if you don't like it, such as culture, you can let others learn it. For example, Li Xiang is a very good comrade-in-arms.
Of course, we have to win the hearts of people who have already entered the ninth company. Seeing that a guy like Tang Dagou can attract people, it also shows that the class should not be easy, because I have never seen Tang Dagou do anything that makes him suffer, although he often Suffering from bad breath.
As for the Banxian gang, it seems that no useful people have been found so far. However, based on her feelings for Hu Yi, the girl basically has expectations for those who surrender to the national army.
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The queue of people moved forward slowly. On the edge of the cliff, stood a young man, pulling a startling mule hard. The young man's big, black eyes shone brightly in the sunset.
Behind you, people are squeezing, people are shouting and horses are neighing.
"Those with guns stay, those without guns, jump off the cliff!"
A man who looked like a leader, his hoarse voice was moving back and forth. His screams affected the people around him, and soon turned into the roars of countless people, rolling through the chaotic crowd like a wave.
A young girl tightened the red snare drum around her waist and stepped onto the edge of the cliff.
The Japanese who were chasing behind them stopped howling. In front of them, there was a large group, no, a large, incredible crowd!
Like a group of suddenly silent beasts, their bloodthirsty eyes reveal fear.
The gunfire stopped.
The battlefield of the chase became silent in an instant.
The mountain wind howls sadly among the cliffs under the setting sun.
Swirling in the deep valley.
The faces of those who were being chased turned pale.
Tears and encouragement to each other.
Holding hands.
Looking into the dark valley, there is no bottom.
Jumping towards the almost vertical cliff, the earth.
One after another.
The deep valley echoed continuously with the sound of objects falling and hitting the ground.
The brutal roar echoed in the valley.
Everlasting.
The look in his eyes when he jumps off a cliff is absolutely decisive.
An elegant scholar.
A young and immature girl.
Mother who is pregnant with Liujia.
A boy with hair still on his lips.
Honest and honest worker.
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When they chose dignity, they chose death, with unwavering eyes, they chose calmly.
The sobs couldn't stop spreading.
No one raised their hands to surrender!
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Now, the expression of the Japanese captain in the middle of the team changed from excitement to ferociousness, and finally, to fear.
The desperate Eighth Route Army took the initiative to die in the setting sun and the wind. Men, women, old and young, with hateful eyes, expressed their reluctance to give up on the world. No one chose to give up their beliefs in order to survive.
It is impossible to conquer a nation that is not even afraid of death. The captain was a little shaken, the hand holding the command knife was trembling, the knuckles exposed from the damaged part of the glove were white, and the veins were trembling.
The infantrymen on the left and behind held their guns in hand and watched the eight soldiers rushing towards the cliff. The muzzles of their guns slowly drooped and they fell into silence.
The Japs were still some distance away from the cliff, and there were at least a thousand people on the Eighth Route Army who were forced to a dead end! They were crowded together in darkness, and the people at the back turned their heads and remained silent.
Maybe he hopes to use his flesh and blood to block bullets for the people behind him.
Several Eighth Route Army soldiers were lying on the ground. A wounded soldier raised the muzzle of his gun with difficulty. Before he could fire, a Japanese soldier pulled the trigger first.
The warrior's body trembled violently and fell backward.
The others who were left might still have one bullet in their gun, but there were hundreds of Japanese soldiers lying in front of them, which was meaningless.
He stood up slowly, stood up straight and stepped back step by step, leaning against his comrades, and finally stopped.
In order to attract firepower, the team struggled to block the enemy along the way. However, the number was too small and they were crushed by the Japanese. They did not sleep for several days. From the beginning of the retreat, they have been retreating. All the time, the number of combatants has been increasing. The less.
As the ace unit that defends the Eighth Route Army Headquarters, the Special Agent Group originally had sufficient ammunition to cover aircraft units, logistics, and schools... They originally had the opportunity to cross mountains and ridges to avoid the Japanese raids, but in order to protect the personnel of the headquarters, they chose to stay, even if it was extremely difficult. He also had to complete the cover task at the first opportunity. The abundant bullets he was once proud of and the envy of his fellow troops were almost exhausted.
The fight lasted too long, and the shoulder joints where Bu Qiang was pressed against were already numb. It was difficult to even take a step, let alone fight off the Japs or block their progress.
Unfortunately, the Japanese were well prepared and advanced gradually in all directions. The Taihang Mountains were difficult to travel and also blocked the troops entering the plains from returning for reinforcements!
Although the deep mountains cover a large area, there are cliffs everywhere. There are not many roads that can be walked, and there are even fewer roads that can allow nearly a thousand people, mostly old and weak civil servants, to move forward.
Although I heard that reinforcements were coming from the south, there were too many people evacuating and the speed was too slow to join the reinforcements.
Wherever there is a road, there are Japs. On the planned evacuation route, a team of Japs suddenly appeared at the fork in the road, making everyone's hearts sink. The soldiers who were scouting in front automatically turned into a blocking force.
There were large groups of Japanese troops in front and behind them. The large group of troops had to turn to the mountain road next to them. The rugged path in the mountain was very narrow. It was a pity that there was no danger to defend.
The blind sky has not sent down any miracles,
It was only twenty or thirty meters away from the mostly unarmed Eighth Route Army soldiers. The closer the Japanese got closer, the more frightened they became.
Lying on the ground were the soldiers who had died earlier. There were not many soldiers holding guns. Their gray clothes were ragged and their faces were gray. Their faces were no longer panicked, but filled with hatred. They calmly faced the Japanese soldiers who were pressing up.
Continuous fighting reduced most of the troops, and the remaining ones were so exhausted that they could hardly lift their heads. The gentle man's face was pale and trembling. The hand that should have been holding a pen was holding a rifle that he was not used to picking up from the hands of the fallen soldiers.
There were no bullets in the gun, the bayonet was no longer shining, it was bent out of shape, and there was twisted black blood on it.
At this moment, there were babies crying in the crowd. When the Eighth Route Army, which was responsible for the cover task, was no longer able to protect these unarmed people, the Japanese pounced on these unarmed people like a pack of hungry wolves.
Along the way, the male students and teachers of Lu Yi used all means to fight against these butchers, and all they could rely on was their thin flesh and blood. They just wanted to use the "human wall" they had built with their lives to buy a short time and give their sisters a chance to escape the Japanese pursuit for even a minute.
However, they have been forced to a dead end, with no room for maneuver or chance to escape.
The chased people arranged each other's clothes, calmly faced the cliff, and jumped to the ground.
In the deep valley, the dull sounds of bodies falling and hitting the ground echoed continuously...
