Valley to the south.
In a cave on a cliff.
A group of listless soldiers lay there.
Two days ago.
A large number of Japanese soldiers appeared in the valley.
The soldiers originally prepared to risk leaving in the middle of the night. However, not long after they came down from the cave, gunshots suddenly appeared in the valley and they had to retreat to the valley.
Last night, as I was preparing to leave again in the middle of the night, gunshots suddenly appeared in the northwest valley.
By chance, a Japanese baggage team appeared in the valley.
The frightened soldiers had to retreat to the cave again.
After noon, violent gunfire was heard again from the northwest.
All the fat-headed and big-eared staff officers pointed at the map for a long time with their eyes darkened.
In the end, it was agreed that the Japanese in the valley must have learned from the surrendered New Fifth Army that they had just left, so they were looking for their whereabouts.
The battle in the northwest should be between the Japanese and the peripheral troops of the Laoshizi base area on Tubal Road...
We are now at the joint between the New Fifth Army Defense Area and the Eighth Route Defense Area. The military headquarters called us saying that a connection response team had been dispatched.
However, we can now see the shadow of the receiving team.
I received news from the radio that the military headquarters had been dispersed, the commander's whereabouts were unknown, and the atmosphere in the cave was extremely depressing.
At this time, they didn’t even dare to turn on the radio.
Not long after noon.
Another Japanese team of nearly 200 people appeared in the valley.
Judging from the scouts' observation of the Japs' equipment, it should be a field squadron!
In terms of combat effectiveness, the staff believed that even a guard platoon armed with submachine guns would never be able to defeat a squadron of elite Japanese soldiers.
The situation seems very serious...
However, the squadron soldier didn't seem to be searching, and hurried directly to the north.
How could there be so many Japs in such a desolate valley?
A group of staff members gathered around the map again.
Staff Officer A pointed at the map and said in a sonorous tone: "...I think the enemy's target is not us!"
Staff Officer B nodded: "I agree with this view. We are not worth the little devils sending out so many people..."
There was a middle-aged man in black sandwiched between the staff. This man was actually a little gloating: "A large number of Japanese have been heading north, and they look a bit like they are going to raid Tubal Road..."
Staff Officer A raised his head and stared at the man in black with cold eyes: "If you hadn't killed a large number of Eighth Route Army and turned against the Eighth Route Army, we would not have fallen to this point..."
The man in black was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed at Staff A's nose arrogantly: "Be careful with your words. Just based on what you said, believe it or not, I will now label you as a red suspect!"
Staff Officer A was not afraid and took out his pistol...
The man in black was startled, and his expression changed instantly: "What are you going to do?"
Staff Officer A moved the handle of the pistol forward and handed it to the man in black: "Come on, if you have the guts, shoot me in the head right now..."
The deputy chief of staff, who had been silent, raised his hand to stop him: "Hey, hey, hey... When has this happened, and you are still fighting among yourself?"
The man in black suppressed the impulse in his heart and finally did not dare to take the gun.
Staff Officer A slapped his pistol on the map: "When we left the New Fifth Army, I said to send a report to the war zone and use the Eighth Route Defense Zone to cross the border. You are the one who pushed back and blocked the four. Now it's okay. Let's all play together. over..."
The man in black murmured: "We killed so many people on the Eighth Route Army, who knows if the Eighth Route Army will use tricks?"
Staff Officer A was angry: "Do you think everyone is as despicable as you?"
The man in black sarcastically said: "Didn't you send the specific location to the Eighth Route Army two days ago, and you didn't see the Eighth Route Army responding to it? Besides, the Eighth Route Army deliberately placed a guerrilla detachment at the joint point of our defense area. It is clearly disgusting for us..."
"I fuck you..."
The deputy chief of staff's face became darker and darker. Before the first staff officer could curse, he immediately interrupted the two quarrels: "I'm having sex with your mother... and you're still arguing... and you turned a deaf ear to what I said?"
"Report, a large number of Japanese soldiers are coming from the south..." The observer lying at the entrance of the cave suddenly turned around and reported.
All the staff members subconsciously looked at the deputy chief of staff who walked quickly to the entrance of the cave and looked out.
A large number of Japanese soldiers appeared in the valley again, and the staff's hearts sank...
A certain ridge to the north.
Captain Song looked at the piles of shit-yellow military uniforms in the valley, and his heart shivered with nervousness.
Fortunately, all the villagers have been relocated.
The number of guerrilla detachments is quite large, plus thousands of militiamen.
It's just that the guerrillas in the mountains have less financial resources than the guerrillas in the plains, and only about 300 of them actually have guns.
Take the rifles as an example. Half of them are old sleeves with almost worn out rifling, and almost all of them are weapons that have been eliminated by other troops.
People in the mountains are poorer than some wealthy households in the plains who buy guns to look after their homes and homes. Many people don't even have an iron pot at home...
Most of the official team members have swords, shuttles, bows and arrows in their hands...
Except for the squad leader-level militiamen who carried guns on their backs, the rest of the militiamen were all armed with cold weapons.
At the pass not far away, more than a dozen guerrillas were sacrificed and seven or eight guerrillas were injured before they captured the three spies the enemy had placed on the mountain in advance.
If the guerrilla detachment had not had members with hunter backgrounds who had placed bear traps on the escape routes of the spies in advance, they probably would not have been able to catch these three guys.
A guerrilla carrying a broadsword ran to the detachment leader and said, "Report to the detachment leader, those three guys are Japs..."
Team Song Qu was startled: "What did you say? It's the Japanese. Didn't they say what we said?"
"But, they later refused to say anything..."
On the other side of Captain Song, a soldier with a hunting bow hanging from his left shoulder to his right waist immediately became angry: "Captain, since they are little devils, they killed and injured so many of us, I will go over and bury them alive." ..."
Captain Song waved his hand.
Since the detachment was established, it has never fought head-on with the enemy!
But there are not many spies sent by the enemy to the mountains to catch them.
Recalling the political commissar's speech at the graduation of the students when he left the division headquarters to serve as detachment leader here, detachment leader Song suddenly ordered: "Now the enemy is aggressively attacking the base area. We don't have time to pry open their mouths and tie up those three guys." , send it to superiors immediately..."
The one carrying the sword was a little worried: "But, they are so skilled, what if something goes wrong along the way?"
The hunter next to him gritted his teeth: "Break their legs first and see how they run..."
The sword-carrying warrior immediately shook his head: "Didn't you say that you want to treat the prisoners preferentially?"
"The superiors arranged for staff to give us lectures, saying that the enemy was not wearing military uniforms. This situation seemed to be considered spies, not prisoners..."
"Isn't that right? Shouldn't all the captured enemies be prisoners?"
"You know nothing..." the hunter cursed, then turned to look at Lao Song: "Captain, I think... for spies, even if they are buried alive... it will not violate discipline!"
Captain Song was thinking that the enemy was nearby and these three guys must be enemy spies.
The guerrilla detachment needs to be moved at any time, so it is more reliable to send the spies to the rear for interrogation.
Maybe, the superiors can get the enemy's specific action plan from these three guys?
A young man wearing glasses next to him suddenly objected: "Intelligence is time-sensitive. If you send the enemy's spies to the division at this time, it will be too late even if you can find out the enemy's plan. Besides, there is a lack of food in the mountains, so send it to the division." Instead, it will cause trouble to the division..."
"Look, what Secretary Shen said makes sense. Just bury this spy who killed a thousand swords alive... and you can save food..."
"These three spies have extraordinary skills and are definitely not ordinary people..." Captain Song did not agree with the hunter team member's suggestion: "You take a squad and escort them to the division. If something goes wrong with the prisoners, go back to the mountains and beat them." Go hunting..."
The hunter team member was dumbfounded: "No! You asked me to escort the Japs. It was clear that you deliberately put the Japs in front of me and refused to kill them. I won't go..."
"How do you pronounce the first of the three major disciplines?"
(End of this chapter. Since 1938, the national army in Taihang South has been deliberately and continuously creating friction. In Lingchuan alone, thousands of people died at the hands of spies...)
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