There is a valley more than twenty miles north of the division headquarters.
The Japs began to check their equipment and hurriedly stuffed the food dropped from the air into their mouths. The food was not much, but it was all good stuff.
Not long after, three Eighth Route Army soldiers wearing shabby military uniforms appeared furtively at the mouth of the valley, replacing the sentries on alert.
In the western sky, the roar of aircraft engines could be heard faintly.
According to the plan, the bomber took off from Changzhi Airport in the west. After flying for half an hour, it bombed the target under ground guidance.
On the mountain ridge, several Japanese soldiers wearing Eighth Route Army uniforms were making trouble. After a while, three pillars of smoke rose, but they were immediately carried away by the mountain wind.
Liu Manhe finally felt relieved. When he was rushing in the mountains an hour ago, he faintly heard the sound of planes flying and explosions in the south. He thought it was the Japanese who came into the mountains early in the morning to bomb. This happened a lot, although he didn't take it to heart. , still nervous all the way.
The group of people entered the flat valley and met many ordinary people on the road. They also asked several guerrillas on sentry duty, but they could not figure out what happened. Anyway, the Japanese plane has flown away, and the target of the Japanese bombing should be the division headquarters.
The valley is flat in a relative sense. It is still hilly as far as the eye can see, but there are no steep mountains to climb.
The sun finally shines into the ravine.
Liu Manhe once again left the team and sprinted to a nearby hill. He pulled out his telescope and looked south for a long time, but found nothing unusual.
After jogging back to the team at the foot of the hill, the middle-aged man asked: "Hey, why are you so nervous? The Japanese plane has already left. Besides, you can hear the plane coming from a long way away."
"Hey, didn't you say there is an advance team in the mountains? If we encounter one, we must be prepared first."
"This is our base area. Look, what we wear is no different from ordinary Eighth Route Army soldiers. The little devils may not be able to like us, right?"
"That's not possible. The head of the group has told us that the safety of the leaders must be ensured."
"Always stay vigilant in our base area. Xiao Liu has done a good job." Another thin middle-aged man from behind praised.
The group of people continued to walk along the valley path. The correspondent in the team occasionally greeted people on the roadside. He had been walking on this road for many years and had many acquaintances.
A soldier in the front team stopped at the roadside with a man who looked like a common man carrying a gun.
After Liu Manhe came over, he immediately saluted: "Report, this is the guerrilla captain in the village, saying that something has happened!"
"Hey, Correspondent Xiao Liu, why are you here too?" The militia captain looked at the correspondent who was following from behind.
"Uncle Zhao, what's going on?"
"Do you know each other?" Staff Liu glanced at the correspondent next to him and asked as he walked.
"I met him several times before when delivering letters." After the correspondent said to Liu Manhe, he stepped forward and shook hands with the guerrilla leader who was wearing black clothes with several patches and carrying a gun.
"Everyone was watching the planes in the morning. On the way to school, a child from the village children's group told the teacher about the situation. There was a team going from south to north, and finally followed the foot of the mountain to the valley to the west."
Staff Officer Liu scratched his head: "Our team is going to the valley to the west. What's so strange about this?"
"The kid said that most of the team wore new military uniforms, so we kept it in mind."
Seeing that he was at the back of the team, the correspondent interrupted him: "The Chinese New Year is coming in a few months, so it's not surprising that our people are wearing new military uniforms."
Uncle Zhao quickly added: "After I got the news, I immediately took a look and found that the footprints left on the ground were not cloth shoe prints or straw shoe prints. They looked a bit like the footprints left by the enemy's military shoes. I was about to report the situation to my superiors. I met the team in front of you."
"Military shoe footprints? There are many comrades in our team wearing captured Japanese military shoes. What kind of situation is this?" The correspondent glanced at the captured military shoes he was wearing.
"I thought so at first. In the past few days, our propaganda team has been preaching to be more vigilant against enemy agents and not to miss any abnormality. The key is that the footprints left behind are almost all leather shoe footprints. This is abnormal."
"Where are the found footprints? Come on, let's go take a look." Before Staff Liu finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, listened carefully, and his expression changed: "No, the enemy plane is coming again. Immediately notify the team to find cover!
The guerrilla leader quickly said: "There is a depression on the mountain wall ahead. We can go there and hide first. Those footprints are also there."
"That's great. It will take some time for the plane to arrive. Let's leave quickly." Liu Manhe frowned. This kind of situation is indeed abnormal in the base area. We can't let go of any clues.
The marching team immediately changed its direction, speeding up and trotting all the way to the cliff to the west.
Soon, a large group of people clung to the mountain wall, sticking their heads out to look at the sky where the sound was getting louder and louder.
"It seems that the Japanese have got wind of the news from the division. But if the enemy only sends planes to bomb, the enemy's Ministry of Industry has been preparing for this for more than a month. It seems that the plan has been ruined again." A slightly thin middle-aged man said, Occasionally he looked up at the sky and whispered to the middle-aged man next to him who looked resolute and calm.
"Resisting enemy agents is not something that happens in a day or two. We must persist. At the same time, we must guard against the friendly forces around us."
Liu Manhe led five or six people along the foot of the mountain and approached the valley where the guerrilla leader found the footprints.
The roar of planes all over the world became louder and louder, which surprised Liu Manhe, but the enemy's bombing target was definitely not his small team.
No matter how powerful the enemy is, it is impossible for the plane to fly in from outside the mountain and just hit it.
The enemy must have other goals.
Several people walked along the winding mountain wall and slowly approached the valley where footprints were found in the west.
". Just turn another corner and you'll be there."
"Uncle Zhao, you are indeed very vigilant, but you can't fight everything, right?" A soldier from the secret service regiment next to him felt that it was a bit of a fuss.
"Stop talking, go over and take a look before we talk!" Staff Liu walked behind the guerrilla leader and saw that they were just around the corner.
"Hey, Staff Officer Liu, those footprints have moved forward into the valley. I originally planned to arrange for someone to report the situation to the superiors first, and then go in to take a look." There was a loud voice in the sky, and the guerrilla leader who was walking in front occasionally raised his head. , the voice was much louder.
At the mouth of the valley, the three people hiding among the rocks and looking at the sky were startled when they heard voices coming from the cliffs on the north side of the valley.
He quickly lay down on the ground and lowered his posture, then crawled back to the gaps between the rocks in the valley.
jingle.
The crisp sound of the kettle and the stone hitting each other was still extremely clear even among the roaring in the sky.
"Who?" the guerrilla leader shouted subconsciously.
Bang, a bullet came out of the valley, hitting the body that stretched its neck and looked into the valley.
Of the three gray figures, one was running out of the valley, while the remaining two were leaning against the mountain wall at the entrance of the valley in a daze.
According to Nakamura's idea, he was about to leave the valley and run south anyway, so there was no need to talk about this person who suddenly appeared dressed as a commoner.
The sound of the plane was so loud that even if the gun was fired, no one would be able to hear it.
As for this moment, who would run along the mountain wall?
Second Lieutenant Matsui next to him looked gloomy. He was wearing an Eighth Route Army uniform, so why did he need to shoot?
The sudden sound of gunfire stunned Liu Manhe, who was just about to follow the turn. He naturally fell to the ground, pulled the rifle behind him to the front, raised the gun, pulled the bolt, and pointed the muzzle straight ahead.
The guerrilla leader collapsed at the corner and twitched, with blood bubbles coming out of his mouth and nose.
Liu Manhe silently gestured backwards, and a soldier who had already pulled his rifle pulled the bolt and held the rifle, leaving the mountain wall and pulling it horizontally.
Footprints, sudden gunshots, and a plane about to fly overhead, all of this is definitely not normal!
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The boss personally attended the division commander's birthday celebration and met the security forces on the road (historical data)
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