The cock crows for the first time.
Suddenly there was a sound of gongs beating outside the village.
Following the voice of the village chief, Old Man Qiao, spread throughout the village...
In recent days, the sound of gunfire has echoed in the ravine from time to time.
Many dark figures soon appeared in the seemingly deserted mountain village, carrying red tasseled guns and carrying big knives and running towards the grain drying field outside the village.
No noise, no torches.
With chaotic steps, he ran towards the old locust tree at the grain drying ground at the entrance of the village.
The gong sounded again under the old locust tree.
An old man with a wrinkled face was beating the gong desperately under the locust tree, shouting in a loud voice: "Come out quickly, we are on a mission..."
After hearing the village chief's call clearly, the young men, women, half-year-old children, and old people who came out couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but more excited.
He hurried to the grain drying ground and gathered in a group under the old locust tree.
Several militiamen were surrounding the old village chief, a middle-aged man he had never seen before, and two soldiers carrying guns.
The villagers began to look at the middle-aged man next to the old man, and finally focused on the two men standing behind the middle-aged man with rifles on their backs and shell guns hanging on their shoulders. They were standing in the shadow of the big locust tree and could not see the Eighth Route Army soldiers clearly. military uniform colors.
One person carries two guns. I have never seen such an Eighth Route Army!
The villagers began to ask each other in low voices.
Seeing that people had almost arrived, Old Man Qiao finally stopped beating the gong and turned to mutter to the middle-aged man next to him.
The two of them ended their conversation quickly, but before they could speak, someone in the crowd couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Qiao, what's your mission?"
Old man Qiao raised his hand and pressed it, and said directly to the crowd: "Qiao Erdan, take one person and go to Qianqiao Village immediately to find Uncle Liu and ask them to arrange militiamen and villagers... Make sure there are at least thirty people Strong labor..."
"Okay, uncle..."
"Liu Sanxi, go to Hongsha Village to find..."
Liu Sanxi, whose name was called, responded: "Okay..."
Old man Qiao called the two names again, and then began to give instructions: "Tell them that they must gather under the big yellow oak tree in Beidian, ten miles west of Tongtian Gorge, before the rooster crows three times..."
"Remember, if you can't make it after the rooster crows three times, don't come..."
"I got it..." Each of the five people took one person with them and trotted westward away from the village, disappearing into the ravine under the moonlight.
Old man Qiao arranged two people in each group because he was worried that something might go wrong on the road. Anything could happen when walking on a mountain trail on a moonlit night.
Old man Qiao turned to the middle-aged man again: "Look, do you want to talk about the situation and set off now?"
The middle-aged man looked at the nervous villagers: "The militiamen set off first. The villagers are in good physical condition. A group of ten people will follow. They all remember that if someone in the team falls behind, the whole team must return. No torches can be lit along the way." I can't talk at this time, but if I can do it, leave now..."
After hearing this, the mountain people who had never seen much of the world began to wonder and mutter to each other...
Old man Qiao coughed twice: "Folks, this time the devils swept away the old, weak and children in the village. All the old, weak and children have been transferred. Everyone has volunteered to stay and take care of the crops. This time the mission is to help the Eighth Route Army. Don't lose our village." Face..."
"Uncle Qiao, don't worry. The Eighth Route Army came and reduced the rent and interest. They wiped out the bandits and robbers who had done no evil in the area. They also sent a work team to help everyone open a school. We all remember their good deeds. There are Just tell me what's going on..."
"As for what is going on, please don't ask any questions and quickly close the door to your home. This time, no one is carrying weapons. The team leaders of each team are not allowed to leave without permission. Those who remain will continue to be vigilant and set off immediately..."
The mountain village is more than 20 miles away from the destination Beidian.
Beidian is separated from Jiuying Wounded Soldiers Village by a mountain ridge, about four miles away.
The middle-aged man's arrangements were very cautious. No one knew whether there were enemy spies in the villages he went to notify.
Several old people stood at the entrance of the village, watching the team that was divided into three groups leaving.
Not surprisingly, seven or eight little bodies jumped out from the roadside.
They are all teenagers aged 12 or 13, both men and women...
There was a period of yelling and even panic, and finally, the little figure followed the team...
The group of ten people was immediately disrupted...
The mountain road is difficult to travel under the moonlight, and it is difficult for the mountain people to have a hard time.
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The Japanese have divided their forces!
More than thirty soldiers were fleeing in front, and more than fifty Japanese were chasing behind them. The silence of the desolate hillside under the moon was broken by gunshots.
There were not many people on the Tubal Road escaping in front. The Eighth Route Army relied on their strong firepower. From time to time, they found favorable terrain to stop and fire a burst of machine gun fire.
When can Tubal-lu bullets be fired randomly as if they are free of charge?
The Japanese who were chasing after him had to be cautious and did not dare to let go of their hands and feet to pursue them.
The roads in the mountainous area were difficult and it was impossible to outflank them. The Japanese relied on their good marksmanship to shoot from a distance.
If the distance is too far, the submachine guns in the Eighth Route are basically useless.
But he did not use all his strength to escape, and the distance between the two sides remained about one mile.
It seemed that he was deliberately waiting for the Japanese to chase him.
The Japanese second lieutenant who led the pursuit was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he fired long-range shots at the eight-way crowd from four to five hundred meters away.
The speed up the mountain was slow, and the pursuit was quick after no longer burdened. In less than half an hour, Luo Fugui led his team and ran down the valley behind the leading soldiers.
I found a rock and set up the machine gun...
Da da da...
There was a rhythmic trajectory, and he started sweeping at the chasing black shadow on the hillside: "Grandma, you dare to chase me, do you really think I can't sweep away a large area at once?"
After finishing a magazine, he pulled out the machine gun, shrank his head behind the stone, and shouted to the dirty face next to him: "Why are you still standing there? Beat him like a fool..."
Dirty Face yelled at the machine gunner lying next to him: "The distance is too far, shoot single shots instead...submachine guns, don't shoot shell guns..."
After saying that, he took the rifle from the hand of the deputy shooter next to him and stared blindly at the black shadow about three hundred meters above him.
Bang...bang...bang...
The action of pulling the bolt and pushing the bullet is so fast that it is jaw-dropping.
Five bullets flew towards the hillside one after another.
At the same time as Dirty Face opened fire, the rifles and machine guns in the hands of the soldiers nearby who had found a hiding position opened fire at the same time.
Empty the magazine, and then pull the crooked machine gun next to it with the magazine filled with bullets...
Bang... Bang... Bang...
The bullets fired back by the Japanese followed and hit the nearby stone bushes with a sputtering and popping sound...
Xiong loaded the magazine, stretched his neck, and was about to fire, but he didn't see the Japs: "Hey, Dirty Face, where are the Japs?"
"Hehe, I'm all trapped under the barrier above..."
Xiong Gulu turned around and rolled his ugly eyes helplessly: "Wen Wuquan, give me two kilograms of gunpowder quickly..."
Wen Wuquan, who was acting as an observer at the side, quickly untied the wooden box on his back and took out an oil paper bag from the middle: "Company Commander, there is no canister that can hold gunpowder now!"
"Stop talking nonsense, put explosives into the lunch box, and use a bayonet to drill a hole in the lid..."
"The leads made by Li Xiang have also been used up, and I can't use them..."
"Put the grenade and gunpowder in the lunch box, cut off the grenade ring with your hands, and pull it out from the hole in the lid..."
"Okay..." Wen Wuquan's hand movements were a little panicked. Fortunately, after following Wan Bianxi for a long time, he made a landmine without any mistakes.
The Japs' shooting skills are really high, and bullets are fired at the area where the Eighth Route Army is hiding for free...
"Company Commander, it's done..." Fang Wuquan did not move slowly.
"Put the lunch box on the stone beside the road, tie two of those "mud dragon" ropes to the grenade's pull cord, and tie the other ends to the small trees on both sides of the mountain pass..."
"Company Commander, this is a good idea. The little devil likes to get through the bushes on both sides. He has to kick the rope no matter which way he goes."
Xiongzui continued to mutter: "The 'mud dragon' rope I got from the train station is really a good thing..."
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