Under the rising sun.
Ma Liang pulled out the map he just got.
Unexpectedly, the Japanese Lieutenant’s map map was very detailed.
Hu Yi took out the compass and compared it with the position on the map, trying to combine this map with the map to the north in his mind.
After a while: "According to the Japs' markings, there should be a battalion of friendly guerrillas in the mountains, and what we encountered in front should be their peripheral troops."
"Brother, according to what you said, we happen to be in a joint area between Japanese and friendly forces?"
"It should be like this..." Hu Yi nodded, stood up and looked at the mountainside: "Everyone changes into Eighth Route Army uniforms!"
Falling asleep as soon as they hit the ground, the sleepy team struggled to stand up, unbutton their clothes and change their clothes.
Soon, the team moved on.
On the plains, a bicycle is a good thing, but once in the mountains it becomes a burden.
The team advanced quietly in the long valley.
A voice from the front came out clearly: "...I've told you eight hundred times, I'm from the Eighth Route Army..."
"Haha, I don't care whether you are the Eighth Route Army or the Ninth Route Army, where you came from and where you are going back..." The arrogant and childish voice continued: "Don't blame me for throwing grenades if you don't leave..."
"Hey, don't throw it away in a hurry, we know your teacher..."
"Haha, it's useless even if you know our commander!"
Ma Liang's voice echoed in the mountain stream: "The Independent Regiment of the 18th Group Army of the National Revolutionary Army, go back and report quickly."
"Hey, here comes another talker. If he doesn't leave, I'll shoot him..." The young voice seemed a little surprised: Hello, sir! "
A deep voice sounded from the hillside: "You stickman, you just thought of shooting now, why didn't you just shoot?"
"Just now? Hey, they suddenly showed up with so many people. I was shocked. I was so busy looking for cover that I forgot..."
The rich voice immediately yelled at the people below: "Stop talking nonsense here, no matter if you are a member of the Eighth Route Army or not, get out of here..." "
Everyone was staring at the battalion commander behind.
Listening to the familiar accent, Hu Yi was stunned for a moment and marked on the map. This should not be the defense area of Li Zhenqing's 106th Division.
Before Hu Yi could speak, the person on the stretcher behind raised his voice: "Hey, who's in trouble!
The person above was obviously confused: "Gaha?"
"Where is it?"
"Outside the road, Harbin..."
...
Soon, representatives from the two teams met.
Later, the two teams joined together.
The soldiers who had been nervous at the back finally relaxed.
After driving continuously, I was so exhausted that I could hardly keep my eyes open and even fell asleep standing up.
Unfortunately, the soles of my feet hurt when I stood, my legs were sore and trembling, and my whole body ached.
There wasn't much flat ground and no place to lie down.
Throwing the baggage behind him on the ground, a few people leaned together and started snoring.
Not long after, a team appeared again in the mountains.
The leading middle-aged man looked at Hu Yi: "One and a half?"
The unsmiling Hu Yi tried to force out a smile, but it turned out to be worse than crying: "Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment, Hu Yi."
"Which of you said it was 105 just now?" The middle-aged man said with vigilance, "Commissary Department, Guo Tiezhu, did you vote for the Eighth Route Army?"
It is not shameful to vote against others. Hu Yi ignored the sarcastic tone of the other party's question: "Why are you here?"
"It seems like I should ask you this, right? Haha, this area is currently under our control."
Hu Yi's tone became colder: "We have just passed through the Japanese blockade and are going to use the road to return to the base. Please make it easier."
Guo Tiezhu hesitated for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "But you must prove your identity."
"Years ago, you sent people to our department for exchanges. A month ago, I met with Master Li."
"Among the people participating in the exchange, there is a staff officer named Hu. Is it you?"
Hu Yi did not hesitate: "It's me..."
"This is not easy to handle. How can you prove that you are Hu Yi..."
Hu Yi was stunned, yes, how can I prove that I am Hu Yi?
After thinking for a while, he took out his detective team ID from his body.
Guo Tiezhu took it and looked at it, a little dumbfounded: "You take a detective team book, you are treating me like a mallet..."
This was really troublesome. Hu Yi turned to look at the old bandit.
Qi Lao Qi looked at Guo Tiezhu with a proud look on his face: "You are playing with Yu Jingsan, and you are not afraid that they will sell you out?"
"What did you say?" Guo Tiezhu's expression changed, and he reached for his gun.
"Don't make a fuss. Who doesn't know that your commander likes to smoke big cigarettes?"
Guo Tiezhu slowly put down his right hand on the handle of the gun at his waist: "Who are you?"
"I told you, I'm on the Eighth Route Army now, and you're suspicious like a bitch..." After finishing speaking, Old Bandit Qi took out a dagger from his body and threw it at Guo Tiezhu.
Guo Tiezhu skillfully took the dagger in his hand, and after just one glance, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face: "Young Marshal Guards..."
There are only forty people in the young marshal's guard, each carrying three guns and one knife: a music pistol close to the body, an original mirror box on the waist, a horse box on the belt, and a dagger on the leggings.
If you are not a veteran, it is impossible to know!
The word "Qi" is engraved on the dagger.
Guo Tiezhu respectfully returned the dagger to the old bandit Qi: "Uncle Qi..."
Qi, who was obviously a few years younger than Guo Tiezhu, suddenly became serious: "Don't hang around here, get us something to eat quickly."
Hu Yi next to him frowned.
He knew very well that the guy named Qi was a fake!
Because he knew most of the people in the young marshal's guard.
When Jiuying captured the old bandit Qi, they searched him. Where did he take out the dagger?
Of course, Old Bandit Qi understood the reason for Hu Yi's frown and quickly shook his head at Hu Yi.
Since Bandit Qi relies on a dagger to prove his identity, it seems... there is no need to worry about it anymore.
Guo Tiezhu, who turned around, smiled brightly and shouted to his men standing aside: "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and lead the way back to the station..."
...
At the train station, Shigenobu shouted into the phone with a dark face: "I don't care what method you use, you must intercept that cavalry. They are carrying gold stolen from the empire's mines..."
He was really angry, he didn't expect such a thing to happen last night.
Originally, they just wanted to let the people of the Eighth Route Special Agent Group cross the blockade in order to seize a larger target.
Unexpectedly, those idiots on the railway blockade actually let the Eighth Route Gold Transport team pass the blockade!
For many years, Tubal Road has been pursuing the idea of the Jiaodong gold mine. The empire has lost several tons of gold. It was finally possible to get clues. From Shandong, it has been holding on to the tail of the Eighth Route underground gold transport team. Seeing that the intelligence team is about to catch up. This group of people fell short last night!
calm!
Be sure to calm down!
The loss of gold can be made up in other ways, but the talents of the Eighth Route Agent Group are more important!
The commander of the armored train next to him, a captain, who had always been arrogant and domineering, was still respectful in front of Shigenobu, and asked cautiously: "Your Excellency, Shigenobu, how can I help you?"
Shigenobu kept tapping his fingers on the table: "Prepare two radio stations. In addition, immediately arrange five cars to bring the 9th Special Squadron of the 223rd Regiment here to be on standby... The others will be sent to Tang County to follow the instructions of the second group Dispatch.”
The captain was a little confused: "Besides the Ninth Squadron...are there other troops? How many troops are there?"
"Don't ask me, please contact your headquarters...please!" After finishing speaking, Shigenobu stood up, grabbed the baggage on the table, and went out.
The captain was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ran out: "Your Excellency Chongxin, may I ask, who should I give the radio to?"
"Be ready, someone will come to pick it up before dark!" After Chongxin finished speaking, he ignored the captain and waved to the two men dressed as ordinary people waiting outside.
The three people gathered together. Shigenobu lowered his voice: "Have you determined the target direction?"
"The fourth group just sent people back to report that the target entered the mountain around 7:30. The third group has already followed and left marks along the way." The short and stocky man answered calmly.
"Let's go take a look." After saying that, the three of them walked out of the station directly to the west.
The captain was left behind, looking at the mountains to the west in a daze.
"Report..." The lieutenant under his command came up behind the captain.
"explain!"
"The railway has been repaired, shall we continue patrolling now?" The lieutenant was ready to share the captain's worries. He had never seen the captain be so groveling to a person.
"Shut up!" The captain said with a dark face, "Prepare ten cars and two radios immediately..."
The lieutenant was a little confused: "Radio station? Isn't there one on the armored train?"
Bang, the slap was loud.
Five finger prints immediately appeared on the lieutenant's face.
But he didn't dare to cover it. The stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. This is the captain's temper...
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