Ma Liang was lying in the grass holding a telescope, looking extremely ugly.
Staring at the chaotic puppet army not far away.
After watching it for a long time, he said: "The puppet army is having internal strife!"
The student next to him muttered: "Now the puppet troops are blocking the road into the mountain. In my opinion, we should take a detour."
"The detour will take at least an extra day."
"Our superiors asked us to send food to Lingqiu Squadron. If they come over, we will be in big trouble."
On the hillside behind the two people, there was a dense crowd squatting, including soldiers and more ordinary people.
Ma Liang shook his head: "With so many of us, it's impossible to completely hide our whereabouts!"
The student next to him sighed deeply, feeling like he was about to collapse.
The puppet troops in the south continued to advance northward and attacked a grain train.
I have been carrying food on my back since last night. I was about to enter the mountains when I almost ran into this group of puppet soldiers.
I heard that there were seven to eight hundred puppet troops in the ditch ahead.
The students and guerrilla fighters in the ditch squatted in the bushes and looked nervously at Ma Liang lying on the top of the slope.
The expression on his face was complicated, excited and worried.
One hand tightly grasped the rifle in his hand, and the other hand grasped the grain bag beside him.
Ma Liang turned his head, looked at the students behind him one by one, and finally waved to keep quiet.
The staff officer looked ferocious: "Now that the imperial army is strong, everyone knows the situation in the mountains. Commander Zhang wants to lead us into the mountains to fight guerrillas. He is simply sending us to death."
Seeing the soldiers of the guard platoon lowering their guns, the staff officer felt a little relieved: "As long as Qingshan is here, we are not afraid of being burned. We must keep a useful body."
After a few words, all the guns were no longer pointed at him. The staff officer made up his mind and waved his arm: "If there are brothers who are willing to go into the mountains to fight guerrillas, I, Mr. Zhao, will never stop me, but I have to make a deal first. I can’t care if you starve to death, but no matter who it is that wants to cut off your brothers’ livelihood, I will never agree to it.”
Someone next to me finally spoke: "Now that the Japanese are dead, we may be executed if we go back!"
Seeing someone wavering, the staff officer continued: "Are you out of your mind? All the Japs died at the hands of the Eighth Route Army! Besides, our regimental leader died in the battle, and so many brothers also died. Who dares to say that we are not effective in suppressing bandits?"
"Then tell me, what should we do now?" A leader of the puppet army, who was flirting with the staff officer, asked following the staff officer's words.
"Let's carry the regiment leader's corpse in the pit and go back to wait for the main force."
"Aren't you afraid that we will shoot you?" the guard platoon leader said with a dark face.
"Haha, for the sake of our brothers' survival, you can kill me now!" The staff officer became more and more confident: "But after today, whoever dares to mention this will be the mortal enemy of all brothers in our regiment!"
The guard platoon leader thought for a while and made a decision resolutely: "Leave the body of the regiment leader and you all go away. Give me 10,000 rounds of bullets of various types and I will go into the mountains to fight guerrillas!"
"Think clearly, the Eighth Route Army in the mountains cannot tolerate you!"
"Zhao, don't force me, I'll kill you now!" The guard platoon leader raised the submachine gun on his chest again.
"Take the leader out and I can bury him in glory. What about you? Throw him into the mountains to feed the wild beasts?"
The guard platoon leader looked pale, turned around and waved: "Get the ammunition, let's go into the mountain!"
"I know you want to go back and seek revenge from the Eighth Route Army, but your platoon is no match for the Eighth Route Army!"
Guard platoon soldiers began to move ammunition boxes to the baggage train.
Then, with hundreds of eyes watching, we turned around and headed towards the mountains.
Staff Officer Zhao had a gloomy look on his face and told the battalion commander standing next to him: "First battalion commander, now you are acting as the regimental commander and you will not be left alive."
As soon as these words came out, the scene became tense again.
The staff officer made a shocking statement: "If they leak the news that the Japanese died in our hands, the consequences will be disastrous."
The first battalion commander had a dark face. He knew very well that the staff officer was right.
The Japs must and can only die in the hands of the Eighth Route Army!
As for fighting guerrillas in the mountains, those days are not what people live at all!
The acting commander hesitated for a while and waved: "First company commander, follow us and keep your hands and feet clean."
"Yes!" The commander of the first company of the pseudo-first battalion saluted, then turned around and ordered his men, preparing to carry out the order of the acting commander.
In order to survive, who can care about the former glory?
The acting captain looked at the staff officer expressionlessly: "Now, let me tell you, the reason they haven't done anything to you is because I don't want my brothers to starve to death!"
Seeing that the overall situation has been decided, the staff officer said: "Let's go back to Tangyin County to reorganize, report to the commander and then make adjustments!"
The puppet troops moved eastward.
Thirty-four figures, carrying grain and ammunition boxes, walked into the ditch of the mountain.
"Platoon leader, why don't you let us shoot the guy named Zhao?"
The guard platoon leader asked, "Then why didn't you shoot?"
"You didn't give the order!"
"The person named Zhao is a member of the military commander. If we shoot, no one will survive in the end!"
"From the beginning to the end, this guy just wanted us to go into the mountains and fight. If it hadn't been for him, the leader wouldn't have died!"
"It's no use what you're saying now. If you shot him with a black gun just now, even if all the brothers are dead, they will never blame you."
"The commander of the first battalion was flirting with the guy named Zhao. The commander is dead. If we kill the guy named Zhao, the commander of the first battalion will definitely use us as a shield."
"Report, it seems that there are battalions and platoons of people following behind."
"One battalion and one company?" The platoon leader's eyes lit up: "Do they also want to fight guerrillas with us?"
"Is it possible? Let's wait for them here?"
The platoon member held up the telescope that had been carried by the regiment leader, thought for a while, nodded and said: "Yes, okay."
The following team was getting closer and closer. The guard platoon leader raised his binoculars again, looked at them for a while, and his face changed drastically: "Everyone, stand up and run into the mountains immediately."
The guard platoon is well-trained and has a strong command.
More than thirty people immediately divided into front and rear teams, leading soldiers, rear guards, observers, and baggage. They loaded up the guys and ran to the west.
The first squad leader asked: "Platoon leader, don't you have to wait for them?"
The platoon leader's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Those people in the military command eat people without spitting out their bones. I didn't believe it before."
"Where is this from? Can you explain it clearly?"
The guard platoon leader shook his head. Although he didn't believe it, he said in a solemn tone: "If they go into the mountains to fight guerrillas, they will definitely have to bring food. Unfortunately, they only brought ammunition boxes, not even lunch boxes."
Because the team in front stopped at a mountain col, the puppet soldiers who followed saw that the other party did not continue walking.
The fake company commander, veteran Youzi, thought about it for a moment and realized that the guard platoon should be waiting for him.
After turning a few corners, I climbed over a hill.
There is still no abnormality in the guard platoon in front, and we should be able to catch up after walking about a mile.
The pseudo-company commander felt uncomfortable. Should he attack his brother? Should he do it or not?
If it doesn't work, just disarm them and take them back, then let them fend for themselves!
The puppet company commander thought so.
He grabbed the branches of the bushes on the roadside and carefully stepped on the slippery rocks on the road.
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, raised his head, and his eyes suddenly froze.
The people in the security platoon waiting for them suddenly disappeared!
what's the situation?
"The vanguard squad, hurry up and tell them that we will also go into the mountains to fight guerrillas!"
(End of chapter)
