Valley to the south.
The battlefield that had just been cleaned was still filled with smoke.
On a gentle slope to the west, more than thirty khaki figures with vague bandages on their heads, arms, and legs were sitting.
The terrain on the east side is slightly lower, more than a hundred meters away among low weeds.
More than twenty-eight people were busy among the corpses on the ground.
It didn't seem like they were building a position, nor did they dig a hole to bury the bodies.
Judging from the movements, it looked like they were putting a gray military uniform on a naked corpse.
A soldier placed the corpse of a Japanese soldier in Eighth Route Army uniform with his head facing west and his feet facing east, and then placed a rifle next to the corpse with its muzzle facing west.
He stood up and asked the squad leader who was putting cotton trousers on the Japanese soldiers' legs: "...Why do the staff believe so much in that lunatic of the Ninth Battalion?"
"They know the Japanese very well. We have stayed in the mountains for too long and we have to learn from them..."
"However, if you use Japanese corpses to set up such a camouflage position, even if the Japanese planes come over, they will still hit the Japanese corpses. It will be of no use to us..."
With a click, the soldier who was the squad leader's assistant broke off an arm, then put the corpse's arm into the gray military uniform sleeve held by the squad leader, then tied a button and said: "That's it, such a good gun on the ground." Maybe they'll all be beaten to pieces..."
After seeing the Japanese dressed, the squad leader stood up and said, "We are in the mountains and it would be nice to have a Sanba Gai. But look at the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion. They don't seem to be very interested in Sanba Gai at all."
The soldier next to him who was dressing another corpse in a military uniform nodded: "Yes, I asked them, and they all said that the big eight-ball is a good gun... It's a pity that even they don't have it, otherwise they must see it..."
"Look at the ninth battalion's squad. They have light machine guns at long range, submachine guns at close range, and a shell gun for each person. They have almost the same equipment as our regiment's security battalion. What does this mean?"
"This shows that you can make a lot of money by fighting Japanese enemies!"
The squad leader's assistant put the military cap on the Japanese corpse, then took out a cigarette and lit it: "Don't be jealous, we have grown from a squad to a battalion, and the soldiers in the team have changed several times... "
The squad leader bent down and put the rifle in a shooting position in front of the Japanese. He took the cigarette from the assistant soldier's mouth, held it in his mouth and took a deep breath: "Hurry up and grab the thatch to cover the naked body of the Japanese over there..." "
The soldier next to him raised his head: "If we don't move immediately, what's the use of pretending to be such a fake battlefield?"
The squad leader looked around and saw that the arrangements were almost complete. He asked with a smile: "Even if we move now and carry so many wounded people, how far do you think we can go before dark?"
"Twenty miles...should be no problem!"
The squad leader sucked back the smoke coming out of his mouth: "Then do you know how far the little Japanese plane can fly in one hour?"
"Of course I know. The instructor told me during study that four to five hundred miles..."
The squad leader squatted down and gave the soldier next to him a hand: "Then do you think we can avoid the Japanese reconnaissance plane?"
"If we can't hide, we can use more disguises. We can hide in any bushes..."
"What to do with these seized weapons and equipment?"
"Can't you just find a place to hide?"
"Then do you think you can carry the wounded and carry the disguise for twenty miles?"
"this..."
The squad leader educated: "Everyone knows the tracking ability of the Little Japs Advance Team. If the Little Japs Advance Team is not beaten painfully, he will catch up sooner or later!"
"I don't believe that Captain Ma and his platoon can be a match for the little Japanese team."
"So, Madman Yang took advantage of the little devils' eagerness to find us for a decisive battle, and the plan to coordinate with them is likely to succeed..."
"What if the Japanese plane didn't come?"
"Then let's wait until dark before moving...it's safer!"
"If Ma Liang and the others hadn't stopped the Japanese, our camp would have been full of wounded soldiers, and we wouldn't have been annihilated?"
"When the time comes, those who can run will run away, and those who cannot run will stay and block..."
The squad leader had a look of determination in his eyes, he would definitely run away with his staff behind his back...
About five miles north.
After successfully deceiving the Japanese fighter jets, Madman Yang lay on the stretcher again and followed the team north.
In the sky.
The Japanese fighter jets returned to hover over the ridge again.
Inform the advancing team below about the appearance of the imperial army in the south of Shanliang.
The assistant held the message and ran to Dachuan: "Your Majesty Lieutenant, half a team of warriors from the security team appeared about five or six miles south of the mountain ridge. No other traces of the Eighth Route Army have been found yet..."
Lieutenant Okawa was a little surprised. The security squadron was ambushed. The messengers detoured to the valley to report the news. Now the security squadron suddenly appeared behind the Eighth Route Army. Things were a little unusual.
According to the messenger, if more than eighty people were ambushed, the intensity of the battle would definitely not be too low, and the battle should not end so quickly.
It’s not surprising that the Eighth Route Army shot a few times and then ran away.
The most likely possibility is that most of the guard squadron is chasing the main force of the Eighth Route Army. The messenger who passed by previously brought the news that the support team was blocked by the Eighth Route Army. The guard lieutenant divided his troops and came to seize the retreat of this small group of Eighth Route Army.
After thinking about the battlefield situation, I always feel that there is something wrong...
He immediately looked at the map on the ground, marked the nearby locations again, and measured and corrected the positions and mutual distances of each part.
He was well aware of Tubalu's combat effectiveness, and he did not believe that the ambushed security squadron could wipe out the despicable attackers.
Unless Tubalu has another conspiracy!
Suddenly an idea flashed in my mind... Something wasn't quite right!
Chase!
The guard squadron came with a small force, which meant that they had captured most of Tubal Road, but where should they be now?
The advance team is currently in the north. If the guard squadron has been following the advance team, it should go east around the valley.
Think carefully about the terrain you followed along the way.
The Tubal Road that intersected between him and the security squadron was likely to cross the mountain ridge halfway eastward, leading most of the security squadron to continue fleeing eastward!
They even set up an ambush against the security squadron again on a certain mountain ridge.
He said smoothly to the assistant next to him: "Let the fighter jets go to the south to conduct reconnaissance, and be sure to find out where the main force of the Eighth Route Army is going!"
...
Looking at the ground from the sky is a completely different feeling.
No matter how high the beam is, it is just like a slightly undulating brown mountain rock with some green shrubs, small trees and weeds on the dry part.
Fighter pilots have long been impatient with this kind of aimless offensive coordination.
The advance team sent a report saying that there were still imperial troops in the south that had taken over the main force of the Eighth Route Army, and they immediately became interested.
It's not far anyway, a distance of about ten miles, for a fighter jet, it's just a matter of waving its wings for a minute or two.
Fighters should fight against the main force of the Eighth Route Army!
Signing to the equally listless wingman pilot, soon the two planes flew south again, one on the left and one on the right.
For the first time, the guard sentry wearing a steel helmet shouted: "The Japanese plane is coming, run away..."
After saying a few words, the soldier quickly lit the match and threw it into the half-dried thatch.
Under the thick thatch, there were piles of naked corpses of Japanese soldiers.
When Man He was lying on the stretcher, the company commander next to him felt incredible and asked with wide eyes: "Staff officer, the Japanese plane is really here..."
"Be careful...don't expose...the flaws..." Liu Manhe was shot twice, one in the shoulder and one in the abdomen. Every time he said a word, he felt heartbreaking pain from the wound.
"I feel awkward beating myself in a Japanese uniform..." The soldier next to him had dark circles under his eyes.
The roar over the valley is getting louder and louder, and the Japanese planes are approaching...
Follow the roar farther south.
The fire not far away hasn't started yet... there's not enough smoke...
The special company commander said to the correspondent next to him: "Don't worry, everyone. The Japanese plane has missed its path. Let's rest for a while..."
The raised rifle was slowly lowered...
"I've made a note of it all. We'll fight again later, but don't hit them with your military hats in mind..." the squad leader muttered to his soldiers.
Even the slightly injured people with limited mobility were lying on the ground.
With his injured arm, he directly raised his gun with one hand, aiming at the corpse of the Japanese where the smoke in the bushes was spreading in the distance.
Hearing the roar of the Japanese plane, which seemed to be coming to the sky, the special company commander waved his hand: "Throw a few grenades...and fire two more grenades..."
The soldier next to him was reluctant: "Can you not throw it away?"
"Excuting an order..."
The thick smoke that continued to rise from the valley finally attracted the attention of the Japanese pilots.
Change to fly east-west direction.
There was thick smoke billowing in the valley, and someone wearing the uniform of the imperial army could vaguely be seen waving.
On the opposite side of the Tubal Road position, grenades exploded from time to time.
He was accused of being so suppressed by the imperial army that he didn't even dare to raise his head...
The battlefield situation is clear at a glance. The imperial warriors occupy the high ground and gain absolute advantage on the battlefield.
The plane brought up a gust of wind in the valley, blowing up several gray cotton pants that were just covering the Japanese's legs.
The Japanese pilots who had adjusted their posture and prepared to fire at the "Eighth Route" position were happy and couldn't help but sigh: "Tubalu is really so poor that they don't even have to wear pants..."
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