The team moved northward again, slowly groping forward.
I was lucky enough to find a huge depression. There are several naturally formed caves in it, but they are not deep. The deepest one is five to six meters, just enough to light a fire. The location is very good, even on the opposite cliff. Might be visible.
The disadvantage is that the terrain is very low. It is very humid next to a stream. There is a gentle slope with high terrain not far away. Even if there is a flash flood, there is a place where you can move.
Marching formations were a key part of teaching in the military academy. Of course Hu Yi knew that after entering the era of hot weapons, fighting was no longer like the era of cold weapons such as swords, arrows, bows and arrows, and the requirements for camping were no longer strict.
It was naturally impossible for dozens of people to get into the cave, so the largest cave naturally became Wang Xiaosan's territory.
Nearly half of the people who helped Wang Xiaosan, including the bear, euphemistically said that when they wanted to help Wang Xiaosan light the fire, they blocked the light coming out of the cave entrance, and Li Xiang led the people to find firewood.
Hu Yi and Liu Jin did not stop. After Chen Chong led the people forward, they continued forward cautiously. After walking for a while, they climbed up the gentle slope in the valley.
He let out a long breath, feeling the coolness that soaked his heart and soul. He raised his hand to tighten the sweat-soaked rifle strap, and faced the firelight piercing the darkness on the cliff to the north again: "Can you climb up from the cliff?"
"I've never been here before, and I don't know, but we all know that in the Taihang Mountains, in an unfamiliar place, no one would do such a stupid thing."
"Why?" Hu Yi asked doubtfully.
“The stone is weathered and the rock is unstable.”
"Then why can the Japs climb up the cliff south of the division headquarters?"
"Maybe the Japanese are not afraid of death!" Liujin was speechless and felt unhappy: How should I know?
The Japs have advanced equipment and are naturally incomparable.
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In the early morning, as the team continued to move around, the division headquarters contacted local staff and entered a village in the ravine.
At night, the village suddenly became noisy for a while, and then became quiet. The houses were still unlit, and the open spaces in the village were full of people. Mosquitoes were raging, and people covered their ears with their heads wrapped around their heads and began to snore.
The villagers who returned to the village tried every means to cover their windows and prevent the light from being exposed, but they were busy and excited in their kitchens.
"Old Ding, wake up, the secret service squad sent a telegram 'Wine station, five miles south of Qingshan'."
As a gust of mountain wind rushed in, behind the door that was pushed open, a figure wearing dew entered the wooden house and went straight to the wing of the house. There were several gray figures sleeping next to the stove in the house.
After adapting to the light, the field of vision became wider and wider, and the snoring stopped. Everyone in the room was woken up. Too many things happened during this period. Ding De forced himself to wake up and instinctively prepared for transfer.
When he heard that he had just received a call, he suppressed his panic, yawned, stood up, and followed the person outside.
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Hu Yi put down his rifle, opened his pocket watch by the light of the fire, took a look at it, then quickly closed it, put it in his pocket, and buttoned it.
Although he put down his rifle, he didn't take off any equipment at all. The fire in the distance gradually restored the color to his weather-beaten face, and he lay down in the place Luo Fugui had prepared.
There was still smoke coming out of the cave, and Wang Xiaosan was busy working around the stove that had been built with a few stones.
Hearing the sound, a pigtail pulled a blanket from inside to the outside and covered Hu Yi who was lying at the entrance of the cave.
Returning to the inner position, close to the leading woman, he pulled the marching blanket horizontally and barely covered it.
"Where's your blanket?" Nv Balu, who was pulled awake, rubbed her eyes and asked in confusion.
"Give it to the fox!" Bai Yatou replied in a low voice with her hands on her head and her eyes closed.
"Captain Hu's name is Hu Li?"
"My name is Hu Yi, I call him Fox, hehe, only I can call him! By the way, when did you join the Eighth Route Army?" Listening to the mountain wind whistling in the canyon, Xiao Hongying had a smug smile on her little face.
The female Eighth Route Army opened her eyes, looked at the smoke scattered on the top of the cave, and said quietly: "I have joined the Eighth Route Army for three years, and I went to Yan'an first..."
"Have you been to Yan'an?"
"It has been two years since I came here from Yan'an. I used to work in local areas...until..."
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There was a steady snoring sound coming from the side, and without much effort, the girl next to him had already fallen asleep. Remembering that when he was so old, he acted like a spoiled child around his parents, he felt compassion and covered most of the girl with a marching blanket.
I began to wonder about such a girl, but she was mixed up in the army. It seemed that no one was teasing the soldiers along the way. Alas, what a poor child!
The girl aroused her own memories. She went to college to march with her classmates, and then joined an underground organization, handing out leaflets and posting slogans. She first opposed the National Government, and later the Japanese invaded, protested and demonstrated, and did her best to promote the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party.
Later, for the great ideal, I moved to Yan'an with my classmates. After studying and improving my thinking, I went to Taihang Mountain to join the Eighth Route Army. Then I separated from my classmates. Unknowingly, because I was educated, I became the district chief and became a district leader. I became a guerrilla captain and spent all day in the mountains. The conditions were very difficult but my life was very fulfilling. Then some time ago, the Japanese raided...
In the distant memories, I slowly closed my eyes.
The dark night will eventually pass, and it finally begins to rain under the overcast sky. It is not heavy, and the terrain in the mountainous area is high, so it does not cause flash floods, but the creek turns into a small river.
It was only at dawn that I realized that the mountains on both sides were soaring into the sky. They were not ordinary canyons. They should be called a pair of geniuses.
The soldiers who had been conducting reconnaissance all night had reported that there were also forks in the narrow valley. Finally, we no longer had to worry about being blocked in the narrow valley.
The rainy weather did not allow the troops to rest for a while, but it made the march safer. At least now, such weather would make the Japanese search operations more difficult, and the evaders who had escaped into the mountains would be more difficult to find.
But it also raises a new problem for people hiding in the mountains: the source of food. For those with experience in wilderness survival, this is nothing, but for ordinary civilians, it is tantamount to a disaster.
Hu Yi carefully marked on the map. On the captured map, new marks and lines were constantly added under dense pencils. The two people leading the way squatted around Hu Yi, carefully recalling that the map was being improved. Of course, it was only for the places nearby. .
In the northeast direction of the map, there were only a few lines and a large blank space in the village. Hu Yi was a little helpless. There were not many teams at the company level of the Eighth Route Army with maps, and the space for activities was not very large most of the time.
The first task of fighting guerrilla warfare is to familiarize yourself with the terrain, make up for the lack of equipment, and seize the right time and place to fight the Japanese. However, this is the way to survive for the Eighth Route Army, which has ridiculously poor weapons.
After capturing, they go out to the mountains and go to the plains. This is also the development model of most Eighth Route Army troops.
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The sky has turned white and the light has not illuminated the narrow valley clearing. The soldiers have gathered and are ready to go. Li Xiang counts the number of people and then stands in front of Hu Yi.
Hu Yi gathered up the brim of his hat that had been wetted by the rain and bent it into an arc. He scanned the queue with his narrow eyes and said with satisfaction: "Now the order: the spy squad will go out to conduct reconnaissance and arrange for two people to break up. If there is news, report it immediately. Li Xiang and Chen Chong Tian Sanqi and Tian Sanqi will be unified under the command of Li Xiang. Tang Dagou Hao Yun and Luo Fugui will gather together and I will personally lead the team. The militiamen, guerrillas and Wang Xiaosan will take the last step."
Hu Yi knew that in the narrow valleys of the mountains, there was basically no need to cut off the rear, thus forming four echelons. This group of newcomers had to prevent them from holding back and becoming cowards at critical moments.
