The sun is to the west.
Wild mountains and ridges.
The valley is filled with the chirping of insects and birds.
A huge roar came from the sky.
The Japs squadron in the valley changed course!
The special agent team preparing for an ambush is not allowed to follow and re-find the ambush position.
"Staff, it seems that a plane is coming..." the soldier from the special service regiment asked Liu Manhe casually.
Liu Manhe pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while: "The mountainous area is so big, and your head and body are covered with weeds. You are worried. Besides, the little Japanese advance team has a radio station, and this group of Japanese soldiers definitely don't..."
"how do you know?"
"You idiot, didn't you see the Japanese messenger?"
"Hey, I saw it, but I just don't quite understand. If we kill the little devil's messenger, can't we cut off their contact? All the hard work for so long..."
"You know what the heck, the messenger didn't arrive at the agreed time, which is equivalent to delivering the order."
"Uh... I understand. It means that the messenger did not arrive on time, which means he was attacked on the way... Why haven't you heard the instructor say this before?"
"Crazy Yang said it!"
"He? Apart from reciting the Three-Character Sutra, if he doesn't speak a few words when he is anxious, he usually doesn't fart too much..."
"Don't talk, the little Japs will be here soon..." Liu Manhe sighed with emotion, looking at the dozen or so members of the Ninth Battalion lying in the grass. In the past, he had dealt with almost all the troops in the mountains when they went out on missions to fight ambushes. Before the big war was about to begin, the Nine Battalions were definitely the first to be able to sleep while snoring.
The girl named Wang Yinzhi was obviously a member of the guerrilla detachment, but she happened to get together with guys like the Ninth Battalion.
I’ve seen a lot of female guerrillas, but this one seems to be different.
He looks handsome and has a good figure.
The key point is that she has good skills. She had a quarrel with a soldier on the road, and when they started to spar, two of her soldiers were beaten to the ground by her three or two times...
The reason for the quarrel was very simple. Some soldiers felt that Madman Yang was a wounded man and was a burden because he was being carried slowly by the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion. He should not move with everyone.
Although the team emphasizes team fighting capacity, individual abilities are also important.
The Japs always think that their lives are very valuable compared to those of the Eighth Route Army.
So a vanguard squad was divided into four groups of three, and the beetles pushed them one by one to roll eastward like the excrement pulled out by the goat.
The vanguard machine gun group at the back would occasionally make a shot at the thorny bushes in the valley.
From time to time, flocks of flying birds are startled.
If there was an ambush, there would be no birds left in the area.
This method is quite ancient, and it was the experience provided by a certain hunter who was a member of the Imperial Alliance Army.
Very accurate.
For this reason, the imperial army rewarded him with a bag of flour.
There are ditches and ridges.
A severe drought in the plains does not mean there is no water in the mountains.
It hasn't rained for a long time, and the weathered sand, gravel and dust have not been washed away, so the creek looks extremely clear.
It's very strange. Logically speaking, flash floods will break out in the ravines deep in the mountains when it rains heavily, but it happens to rain in a certain puddle.
The second group of Japanese soldiers were sharp-eyed and pointed at their companions next to them.
...
"Coming, three miles away." The observation post looked at the soldiers on the mountain ridge and was sending signals using the newly learned semaphore.
"Wake up the comrades of the Ninth Battalion..." Liu Manhe lowered his voice and gave the order: "Everyone, immediately spread some millet near the ambush point to prevent the Japanese machine guns from hunting down birds for reconnaissance..."
Along the way, time passed, and the birds in the thorn bushes still started to rise and fall.
Sweeped numerous times.
The Japanese soldiers did not believe there would be an ambush in the valley.
Even if there is, I will choose the mountain ridge.
Hunting birds... I'm just bored.
...
"No one is allowed to shoot without my order..." Liu Manhe emphasized again.
Ma Liang next to him was envious. The soldiers of the secret service regiment followed orders and prohibitions. One was one, and two was two. There would never be any compromise in executing orders.
However, he felt that the orders given by the special agent team were somewhat different from those given by Hu Yi, and suggested: "I think it should be based on the squad as a unit, supervising everyone not to load bullets..."
Liu Manhe was stunned for a moment: "Why?"
"What if someone fires because of nervousness? What if there are new recruits in other units? What if there are enemy spies mixed in the team?"
"What you said seems to make sense. This can prevent the spies from firing warning shots, but... what if the spies pull grenades?"
"People who are not afraid of death will naturally not become spies. People who are spies must be afraid of death..."
Liu Manhe nodded in agreement: "It is possible for spies to secretly cause destruction, but there should be no such thing as a ruthless person who is not afraid of death and warns the enemy..."
"That's right, otherwise he wouldn't be a spy for the Japanese..."
"Hey, where did you learn so many things? Did Company Commander Hu teach you?"
"It's Camp Commander Hu..." Ma Liang said seriously: "Actually, it's what I saw in a book..."
"Tch...if you don't tell me, forget it. Do you really think I don't know that these things will never be written in the book?" Liu Manhe turned his head and ordered again: "Let the Japs' top soldiers go and attack the Japs' large army directly!"
...
Hu Yi and Luo Fugui stood outside the broken village.
village.
The dirty and dirty friendly soldiers nodded and greeted the two from time to time.
They are all wearing the same gray military uniform, and both sides are equally matched.
There were no roosters crowing in the village and no villagers were seen, so Luo Fugui felt a little regretful.
In order to show his momentum, the machine gun was not placed on the ground, but directly behind his neck.
Not long after, Zhang Weimin strode out of the village.
Looking at Hu Yi coldly, his tone was sarcastic: "We haven't left yet, and you are here?"
Soldiers should have this cold temper...
Hu Yi understood the reason for this complaint: "I wrote a letter and hope you can find a way to forward it to Mr. Li..."
Zhang Weimin narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your division commander just sent a battalion commander to deliver the letter, and you come again...Is this a story about playing twelve gold medals?"
Hu Yi didn't know why: "I don't understand what you are talking about..."
Zhang Weimin shook his head and turned around: "Then follow me..."
Desolate ruined courtyard.
Luo Fugui was shot with a machine gun.
Hu Yi entered the main room.
More than ten people sat around a temporary conference table made of two broken tables, one high and one low.
The deputy chief of staff looked at Hu Yi and said in a bad tone: "Don't say... you are also the battalion commander, right?"
Hu Yiping was calm: "Hu Yi, commander of the ninth battalion of the Independent Regiment..."
The thin-faced man next to the deputy chief of staff said sarcastically: "Haha, an independent battalion just came, and now an independent regiment comes. You are really not ashamed..."
"Nine battalions? I have never heard of a regiment having nine battalions, so shouldn't it be called a brigade?"
There was a burst of laughter.
It seems that they have long forgotten that a company commander of the ninth battalion once rescued them.
Staff Officer Wei frowned: "Tell me your reason for coming..."
"I have a letter here, which is addressed to Mr. Li in my own name. Please pass it on."
The thin-faced man curled his lips: "Haha, don't think about it, you also want to persuade Mr. Li to evacuate to the south of the Yellow River, right?"
Hu Yi nodded: "The place where there are people is the position. If there are no people left, those places are still ours."
The thin-faced man slapped the table: "Boy, are you quite arrogant?"
The deputy chief of staff narrowed his eyes: "We were discussing a poem just now..."
"I don't understand poetry..."
"Where there is life, there is hope!"
Hu Yi was stunned for a moment and felt a little regretful. It seemed that the friendly forces didn't need to remind him at all. How could they... be stupider than him?
"I suggest you make a decision earlier..."
The thin-faced man interrupted Hu Yi: "Haha, before I walked north for less than ten miles in the deep mountains and old forests, you just wanted to create friction. Now you are almost on my bed. Do you really think we are easy to bully?"
Hu Yi was silent, it was difficult to answer this question.
"Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you with one shot right now?" Seeing that Hu Yi didn't speak, the thin-faced man took out his pistol...
Hu Yi looked calm: "The last time I came here to communicate, the two sides reached an agreement. You can enter our defense area."
"You want one of our divisions to go to your side?" The thin-faced man was stunned for a moment.
"No, you must have a conspiracy. The Eighth Route Army is the best at deceiving people..." The thin-faced man turned around and said, "Deputy Chief of Staff, this guy must have no good intentions..."
"Shut up, everyone here is a guest!" the deputy chief of staff scolded.
Then he looked at Hu Yi quietly: "Thank you for your kindness. It's not very convenient for me here now..."
After explaining, he turned to Staff Wei and said, "Send off guests..."
Staff Officer Wei walked all the way to the entrance of the village and stretched out his hand to Hu Yi: "My name is Wei Xihe."
Hu Yi stretched out his hand and shook it: "We seem to have met before."
Staff Officer Wei nodded: "You have a good memory."
What needs to be done has been done and what needs to be said has been said. Unexpectedly, the superiors actually sent someone, and a battalion commander personally delivered the letter.
Hu Yi looked relaxed: "Then I'm leaving..."
Staff Officer Wei suddenly said: "During the meeting just now, it was decided to withdraw to the south..."
"Thank you..." Hu Yi didn't know why he said it, but still expressed his gratitude: "It seems... I came at the wrong time..."
"It's not your problem. We are soldiers... not politicians... By the way, I heard that you are from the 67th Army?"
"how do you know?"
"Haha, didn't you report it when you entered the mountain?"
"It seems you have a better memory."
"I'll find an opportunity to hunt two rabbits another day. Let's stew in a pot and drink two cups."
"I have wild boar meat over there. I'll give you some later."
Staff Officer Wei hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice: "Thank you. If you have a chance after you go back, bring something to Minister Zhang... Take care of yourself!"
Hu Yi's expression became strange and he let out a sigh of relief: "You should also take care of yourself."
The two shook hands again, this time with more strength.
It took a little longer.
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Let me tell you, in the occupied areas, the Japanese prohibited ordinary people from buying rice and could only eat coarse grains. The price of grains has increased more than ten times, but there is still no market price...
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