Mountain stream.
An almost human-like body with thin clothes and mottled blood was lying on the ground, with his hands tied behind his back and a torn towel in his mouth.
If you look carefully, you can see that the ears and nose have been cut off, and the ten fingers on the hands that are tied behind the back are missing.
You can barely see clearly the blue cotton military pants on his legs that were mostly soaked in blood, and you can identify the soldier's identity.
The cold water from the kettle was poured on the man's face. The unconscious soldier twitched. When he woke up again, he was not awakened by the cold, but by water mixed with salt poured on the wound where his ear and nose had been cut off. Awakened by severe pain.
The soldier's eyelids moved, his whole body was in severe pain, and the muscles on his face began to tremble. He opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the surrounding environment, and regained his thinking a little.
Finally, he remembered that he was captured by the enemy in the mountains at midnight yesterday. He believed that the comrades who were delivering the message one after another with him should have taken a detour to catch up with the 9th Battalion of the Independent Regiment that left yesterday.
The young man standing opposite him said with a ferocious face: "Tell me clearly your purpose of going to the west, and I will give you the best pleasure."
The soldier shook his head with a look of contempt on his face.
His thoughts were in chaos. The most profound thing he remembered was that before departure, Officer Zheng solemnly explained to several of his people the task of sending intelligence. He knew the importance of intelligence. Even if it meant sacrifice, he would not reveal a word.
On the way to deliver intelligence to the comrades, a puppet army search team suddenly appeared on the mountain road.
When breaking through to the west, he was running at the forefront as a vanguard, but suddenly he noticed the chirping of Japanese birds in front of him. In order to warn the comrades following him, he had to choose to deliberately expose himself. At that time, he had already put his life and death at risk. .
Seeing the prisoner's absent-minded expression, the second lieutenant next to him raised his hand and looked at his watch. He became a little angry and wiped his neck.
Next to him, a Japanese man dressed as a soldier squatted half-crouched and thrust the bayonet into the soldier's back...
"Ah..." A short scream still came out of the blocked mouth, twitching in pain.
Soon, the mountain stream fell silent.
The body was thrown into a shallow pit nearby, and some rocks were randomly thrown on top.
Soon, the devils disappeared.
There is only a mountain halfway up the mountain in front of the mountain stream.
The ninth battalion is getting ready to go.
Li Laosan led a panting soldier in a blue uniform and trotted all the way to Hu Yi's position.
Hu Yi, who was putting on his leggings and getting ready to set off, saw Li Laosan coming with an ally and was a little confused: "What's going on?"
Li Laosan said with a smile: "This guy said he was sent by Director Zheng to report some kind of letter..."
The soldier, whose face was full of grief and anger, quickly saluted: "Hello, Company Commander Hu, I took you to the arsenal yesterday..."
Hu Yi remembered this person and nodded: "Why are you here?"
The soldier looked around at the people next to Hu Yi.
Hu Yi understood what he meant: "While talking..."
The two walked aside, and the soldier lowered his voice: "Yesterday afternoon, not long after you left, Commander Jing was ordered to go to the division for a meeting. Not long after, the military headquarters sent someone over and ordered Xiangshan to surrender to the Japanese, and he executed it immediately... "
Hu Yi was shocked: "What did you say, the New Fifth Army surrendered to the enemy?"
"Yes, last night, most of the troops began to gather down the mountain to accept the reorganization of the Peaceful National Founding Army..."
Hu Yi broke out in a cold sweat. If it had been one day late, Jiuying would have fallen into a trap!
Although he escaped by luck, he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Even though he had known this result for a long time, he was still depressed.
I can't figure it out. A team of tens of thousands of people can surrender at any time. Isn't it too outrageous?
Those people in Chongqing did whatever they could to suppress the Eighth Route Army.
The incident happened too suddenly, and we must consider leaving here immediately!
The follow-up of the incident will definitely have a great impact on the base area outside Jiuying Mountain. At this time, we simply cannot consider that much.
Su Qing should be able to receive news about such a big incident. Thinking of this, his expression became calmer: "No wonder, we came all the way yesterday and didn't see anyone."
The soldier didn't know what Hu Yi was thinking, so he followed Hu Yi's words: "Every post in the mountain has telephone contact, so there is no need for messengers, and everyone assembles directly down the mountain, so it's normal that you don't run into each other." ..If nothing else happens, apart from the troops guarding the supplies brought into the mountains, the mountains should now be filled with Japanese and puppet troops taking over the New Fifth Army’s defense zone.”
Hu Yi calmed down a little: "You came here to talk about more than just this matter, right?"
The soldier hesitated for a moment, took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Hu Yi: "This is what Director Zheng asked me to bring to you. He said that he asked you to find a way to send it back to the headquarters as soon as possible..."
Hu Yi was stunned for a moment: "They...didn't withdraw?"
The soldier looked a little embarrassed: "I don't think this is what you should know..."
"Okay, why don't you give it yourself."
The soldier shook his head and said with a dark expression: "This is an order from Director Zheng. As for the reason, I don't know. We don't have many comrades here this time, and we have other tasks."
Hu Yi did not hesitate: "If you have nothing else to do, we have to leave now..."
The soldier suddenly lowered his voice: "Don't worry, Commander Jing left a batch of supplies for us, we need to transport them back to the base as soon as possible..."
Hu Yi was stunned for a moment, and also lowered his voice: "What supplies?"
The soldier was a little helpless: "I don't know what it is specifically. All the senior officials of the New Fifth Army, including Commander Jing, were detained by the military yesterday afternoon. Therefore, this batch of supplies is not much..."
"Then what do you mean, you want us to transport it back?"
"Yes, we need to do it as soon as possible. The Japanese are taking over the defense with their puppet troops. The place where the supplies are hidden is not considered hidden. We must rush them back to the base as soon as possible."
Hu Yi was a little helpless and raised his hand and pointed at a group of people from the Ninth Battalion: "Look, we have so many things and wounded people now, how do you expect me to luck?"
The soldier was stunned. He turned around and looked around. Indeed, everyone was carrying big and small bags. After thinking about it, he immediately suggested: "The bicycles you carried back are of no use in the mountains. I think it's best to find one first." There is a place to hide, let’s rush to transport military ammunition and supplies first..."
Hu Yi couldn't refuse this suggestion.
The things Commander Jing prepared in advance are unlikely to be guns, because if the New Fifth Army surrenders to the enemy, the Japanese will definitely check the number of guns. The most likely reason for this batch of supplies is ammunition.
Seeing that Hu Yi remained silent, the soldier spoke again: "Also, there is a search team behind you dressed as the national army. One of the comrades who came with me fell into their hands last night, and his life or death is unknown."
"Okay, what do you want us to do."
"We are going to the Forty Army Headquarters now. I will send someone to take you to the hiding place. However, you must arrange at least one platoon of people."
"Oh well."
"I have to leave first. I will leave someone waiting for you below, as soon as possible." After the soldier finished speaking, he turned around.
When Ma Liang said there was ammunition, Xiao Hongying's eyes lit up as she was leading the team to set off: "Is there such a good thing? How many..."
This man seemed not surprised at all that tens of thousands of friendly troops surrendered to the enemy. Ma Liang said with a black line: "They have tens of thousands of people in the fourth division. Even if each person saves five rounds of bullets, they will still need nearly 50,000 rounds..."
"Fifty thousand?" It's not like counting the grains of millet, so Xiao Hongying, who has been in the mountains for many years, has no idea about the unit of "ten thousand". Fortunately, it must be a lot, and it is definitely better than handing it over to the puppet army camp. The ammunition depot still needs it... Xiao Hongying's eyes were filled with stars: "I'll take the reconnaissance platoon to..."
"Don't worry, just 50,000 bullets would weigh nearly a thousand kilograms, and there are still some shells. It won't work if there are too few people going."
"Hahaha, cannonball, it's so good..."
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