Behind the withered yellow shrubs on the mountain ridge east of the county seat, an exquisite six-fold mirror was pointed at Xiao Hongying's little face.
Looking carefully at the stronghold along the river road at the foot of the mountain, a puppet army team was busy.
"Hey Fox, look at what those security forces are doing? Why are they digging the ground this winter?"
Hu Yi, who was covered with a quilt borrowed from the guerrillas, opened his eyes, sat up, took the telescope, and raised it to observe carefully.
The stronghold was in full swing inside and outside.
After a while, Hu Yi replied calmly: "They should be burying something."
Could it be that they died again?
The dead should not be buried together, and they would not bury people so close to the stronghold. It is a bit like burying landmines here and there.
The camera moves along the valley, with brown mountains and khaki roads, all desolate.
Hu Yi returned the telescope to the girl: "You can't just stay still for a while, we have to pretend to attack the stronghold after dark."
"Aren't I observing the battlefield situation? You can go to sleep." Under the enthusiastic eyes of several guerrillas nearby, the little girl raised the telescope again.
Not long after, seventy or eighty security troops were divided into several sections, wearing large hats crookedly and carrying guns slanted, and walked leisurely towards the county seat in the cold wind.
Platoon leader Wu ran back to the col with a happy face.
As soon as he learned that Hu Yi was the company commander, he immediately gave up his command.
He is not stupid. His advantage is that he is familiar with the mountainous terrain. In terms of experience in guerrilla fighting in the mountains, he is even more powerful than Hu Yi. But if he really wanted to hang two heads at the gate of the county town, he had no idea at all.
His soldiers had less than five rounds of ammunition on average, so even a feint attack would be too much.
He was not used to Hu Yi's murderous indifference. Most of the Eighth Route Army members were illiterate. Even if there were instructors in the company, they only let the soldiers know a few more words. He was not as murderous as Hu Yi. The experience of dealing with commanders always feels awkward.
But he quickly hooked up with Li Huanzhang and called him brother. Returning to the mountain col, he directly woke up Li Huanzhang who was sleeping. He couldn't help the excitement in his heart and whispered: "Old Li, the security forces in the stronghold are Withdrew, you don’t have to pretend to attack the stronghold after dark.”
Li Huanzhang, who was huddled with several guerrillas, opened his sleepy eyes and yawned: "What did you say? The security forces have withdrawn? Then there will be nothing for us. Do you mean we can go back to the mountains?" "
"Our mission has not been completed yet, can you help us to the end?" Platoon Leader Wu felt a little blushing. Fortunately, his face was black and others could not see it: "Although the enemy has withdrawn their stronghold, they still want to hang their heads in the county seat. The door is as hard as a man's, and the superior's order requires me to take care of several underground comrades who have been released by the enemy. No matter how I think about it, I feel something is wrong."
Li Huanzhang quickly reached out and shook Hu Yi, who was sleeping next to him with his head wrapped in black clothes.
Hu Yi got his head out of his clothes, looked at the sun in the sky, and wondered: "It seems it's not dark yet, why did you wake me up so early?"
Xiao Zhuan'er also ran back from the observation position: "The puppet troops in the stronghold seem to have withdrawn. There are eighty-two in total. There is a mortar and a heavy machine gun on the big truck. The puppet troops are carrying three light machine guns. Yes, the others were carrying guns and bags on their backs, and they were leading a dog. It looked like they had abandoned their stronghold."
"Hey, you're observing very carefully." Platoon Leader Wu smiled awkwardly.
Hu Yi looked at the sun in the sky, took out his pocket watch and took a look: "It's only eleven o'clock, what kind of fun are these security forces doing?"
In the telescope, the khaki uniforms of the puppet soldiers in the row brought up bursts of dust and fog, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
Two Japanese military policemen led a group of puppet troops, escorting two young men with their hands tied behind their backs and scarred by whips, out of the north gate of the county and met the troops returning to the city.
Hey, Liu Lezi, are you preparing to bury these two alive or to shoot them?
It’s none of your business, that’s not right. Why did you all come back?
Taijun said he would take three days off, haven't you heard?
I've heard that on the second day of the Lunar New Year, I have to go out of the city to see these two off to the west. It's so damn unlucky.
Afterwards, we two brothers drank two cups and left first.
The mountains are desolate.
"Down with Japanese imperialism."
The fierce sound echoed in the valley and floated up the mountain ridge along the river ditch.
The voices kept ringing, as the two heroic fighters recalled everything they had done since joining the revolution.
I am a strong warrior and I have not betrayed my oath under the red flag.
This barren land, he is my love, let me take one last look at you.
One second, two seconds, five seconds, ten seconds...
half a minute, one minute
However, the gunfire behind him never rang out.
The two people kneeling on the ground turned their heads hard.
In the distance, only two Japs and a dozen security troops could be seen walking away in the dust.
"Are we in the underworld?"
"No, why can I still see you?"
"Hehe, who cares, on the road to hell, even if we get to the Palace of the King of Hell, we dare to pull the King of Hell down."
"Yes, we will still be comrades in the next life."
"Ouch, why does my wound still hurt so much?"
"Oh, when you tell me, my wound hurts no matter what. I heard that it doesn't hurt when I dream."
"Then you use your mouth to untie me first."
"Why use your mouth instead of your hands?"
The two of them murmured and untied the knot back to back.
"Hey, you don't seem to have any bullet holes in your back."
"You don't have one on your back either. Hey, someone seems to be coming down from the mountain."
"It seems like a guerrilla group?"
"There is our Eighth Route Army behind us. Could it be that they beat the Japanese away?"
"It's not like that, I didn't hear the gunfire!"
"You move faster, why is it so damn cold?" One person shivered in the cold wind.
"There is a letter in the rags on your back."
"What letter?"
A group of patchwork troops came down from the mountain and ran straight to two trembling young men in thin clothes.
"Who are you?" Platoon Leader Wu looked at the two young men covered in whip marks, one of them holding an envelope in his hand, and was surprised.
"Bitter meat plan!" The two young men looked at each other and finally understood the Japanese plan.
But you have to pretend to be a little bit like that, right? You also arranged for a detective team to detect traitors. How do you expect me to cooperate?
Since you are going to play a cruel trick, the two of you should still have a chance to escape!
"County underground workers, which department do you belong to?" A young man directly revealed his identity and asked tremblingly.
"We are a platoon from the Ninth War Zone of the Qinyuan County Siege Command, and we are performing a special mission!" Platoon Leader Wu has never encountered such a weird thing since he joined the army. The enemy left these two people here for fun. What's the trick? I had to give a rough number.
"Are you really one of our own?" A young man pretended to be overjoyed.
"That's not necessarily true!" There have been many incidents where the Japanese used the bitter meat trick. Wu Platoon Leader, who had received education in fighting enemy agents, saw that the two men were wearing thin clothes. He hesitated for a moment and asked the soldiers to take off the marching troops they were carrying on their backs. Two people.
The two of them held the quilt and felt a little warmer.
Platoon Leader Wu stared at the envelope in the young man's hand: "What is that in your hand?"
The young man was stunned for a moment: "You guys are here before I even have a chance to look!"
A soldier next to him grabbed the letter and immediately handed it to Platoon Leader Wu.
Platoon Leader Wu looked the two young people up and down and then pulled out the letter.
Fourteen words were neatly written in calligraphy: Our department has fulfilled its commitment, please fulfill your commitment!
A plaster was drawn at the end.
"What the hell kind of promise is this?" Platoon Leader Wu muttered, thought for a moment, and handed the letter to Hu Yi next to him.
Hu Yi took the letter and read it, frowning and feeling confused.
Platoon Leader Wu scratched his head and looked at the stronghold not far ahead: "With the devil's character, there must be a conspiracy here."
(End of chapter)
