"Report to the company commander, we have captured a living person!" A thin soldier ran to the main company commander.
"Japanese prisoners?" The main company commander frowned: "Just send them to the back. You want to ask me about this too?"
"He said his surname is Zhang and he is from the security camp."
"What did you say? Is his name Zhang Xiaodao?" The company officer said with great joy, his tone urgent.
"Uh, it seems so"
The company commander stretched out his hand and lifted the collar of the small correspondent's uniform: "Damn it, where is he? Take me there quickly."
The main company commander followed the correspondent to the trench and asked the correspondent leading the way with a happy face: "Where are the people?"
The correspondent was a little dumbfounded and couldn't see anything in the darkness: "Did you take the prisoner to the back?"
Using the light from the tracer bullets fired by the Japanese, the correspondent suddenly discovered the knocked-out soldier lying in the ditch.
And the prisoner just disappeared.
The company commander also saw the bodies of the soldiers in the trench, and slipped directly into the trench. He stretched out his hand to check the breathing of the two soldiers on the ground. Fortunately, they were breathing evenly and long.
He lifted the soldier's head and put it on his lap, then turned around and asked the correspondent standing at the edge of the trench: "What are you doing standing still? Get the kettle quickly."
The company commander took the kettle handed by the correspondent, unscrewed the lid and took a swig, and then sprayed it all on the faces of the soldiers on the ground.
The alert warrior woke up leisurely.
What caught his eyes was a blurry sky full of stars.
It took a while to see the company commander clearly with the starry sky in the background, and he subconsciously shouted: "The company commander is in trouble, the prisoner has escaped!"
"I'm fine, tell me quickly, what's going on?"
"The prisoner resisted, we are ready to subdue him."
"Hey, uniforms? Are you doing some tricks again?" The main company commander was startled: "Is that man's name Zhang Xiaodao?"
"Seems to be!"
"He is one of our own, you almost made a big mistake!" The company commander stood up and was about to send someone to find Zhang Xiaodao.
"Company Commander, he not only knocked us both unconscious, but also took off our uniforms."
""Hey. Are you feeling aggrieved? Yes, go ahead and dig trenches immediately."
on the highway.
In order to prevent the eight-way grenade attack, the Japanese turned off all the car lights and plunged the plain into darkness again.
Xiong Eryang has experienced hundreds of battles, and he has an accurate grasp of the current situation.
Instead of continuing north, the team stopped on the road!
He set up a radio and argued with the captain who had arrived for reinforcements on how to deal with the current situation.
Tubalu must have wanted to use darkness and Qingshazhang to attack the imperial army.
The imperial elites have completely occupied the edge of Qingshazhang at this time. As long as they do not launch an active attack on the Eighth Route Army, the initiative is still in their hands.
The two argued through text messages for a long time without any result.
The reinforcement captain blamed Xiong Erlian for not leaving the gun tower. Now that there is no bait, it will be very difficult to suppress this group of Eighth Route Army soldiers!
Suddenly, I remembered that I had seen the Eighth Route Army’s guerrilla tactics in a briefing: The enemy is stationed and we are harassed!
Obviously, the Eighth Route Army was preparing to continue the harassment.
In the green gauze tent in the dark night, a large-scale encirclement and suppression was absolutely useless in dealing with the Tuba Road who came to harass them.
In this case, it is useless no matter how high the warriors shoot.
The Imperial Army has a noble status, so naturally they cannot risk their lives to get too far into the Qingsha Tent.
Immediately, a small team of Japanese soldiers was sent out again, and they crawled into the Qingsha Tent in batches.
Isn't it just harassment? Elites with excellent shooting skills and superb tactical training are definitely more powerful than Tubalu!
After being raped three times by the Eighth Route Army, Xiong Eryang refused to give up and wanted to send a commando again.
Reinforcements have been deployed to set up an encirclement. Identifying friend and foe in the dark is not a problem, but it is not cost-effective to suffer casualties with Badin.
Xiong Erlian finally decided to send another elite team into Qingsha Zhang.
Zhang Xiaodao, who was almost killed by one of his own men as he walked through the open space outside the turret, was filled with anger.
Only because of his military uniform and his authentic Jinan accent did he not arouse the suspicion of the soldiers in the main group.
The further north you go, the closer you get to the Japanese rear column.
"Who are you? Stop now and don't wander around in the position." The soldier in charge of guarding in the dark saw someone coming from behind and warned quickly.
It was difficult to see the face of the visitor clearly in the darkness, so the soldier's question had another meaning: the visitor should state his or her name.
The Eighth Route Army's method of identifying ourselves and the enemy relies on reporting names, or reporting that I am from a certain company.
Zhang Xiaodao knew how to respond: "I am Zhang Xiaodao, a scout from the guard camp. I have something important to report back. Can you arrange for someone to lead the way?"
It is very dangerous to run around in the position with a black light. In addition to running into the enemy, you may also be shot by your own people.
There was a sound of footsteps from behind, and a voice said with surprise: "Guard camp? Just in time, we are about to send a correspondent to contact Camp Commander Hu, just follow me."
The battlefield situation is constantly changing, and it is not surprising that the guard battalion scouts appear here.
From time to time, bullets whistled in the green gauze tent.
Zhang Xiaodao walked quickly behind the main force correspondent. To avoid being discovered by the Japanese, neither of them spoke.
Xiong Erlang looked at the darkness and had to admit that Tubal Road's guerrilla tactics were quite clever.
In his eyes, guerrilla tactics are tactics that the weak side has to adopt.
Although the Imperial Army doesn't like it, it doesn't mean that the Imperial Army doesn't like it.
The two of them passed by the warrior hiding in the green gauze tent. The warrior suddenly said: "Who is he?"
"Third Company Correspondent Wu Xiaoshu, hey, is there any movement from the enemy?"
"Not yet, Xiaoshu, be careful of the Japanese's cold shots."
"Don't worry, you kid, just give it a try. I'm not that unlucky. I still have a mission, so I'll leave first."
After the brief conversation, the two walked northward again in the green gauze tent.
Zhang Xiaodao suddenly grabbed the correspondent Wu Xiaoshu: "There is someone ahead!"
The correspondent was startled, then came to his senses and blamed: "I know there are people, they are all our people!"
"No, it's a devil!"
"You are really good at bullshitting"
"It must be them, I can smell them!" Zhang Xiaodao sniffed after finishing speaking.
The correspondent couldn't help but trembled: "Can you smell the Japanese?"
Zhang Xiaodao nodded: "Do you use soap when taking a bath?"
The correspondent shook his head in the darkness: "I can't afford it!"
"Do you smell the smell of soap in the air?"
The correspondent sniffed quickly and tried to smell the soapy smell in the night wind. After sniffing several times in a row, he shook his head again: "Let me tell you, is there something wrong with your nose?"
"Don't talk nonsense, they are coming, at least a dozen of them!" Zhang Xiaodao didn't bother to explain to him. He was sure that there must be a smell of soap in the air.
"Them? Who are they?" The correspondent looked at Zhang Xiaodao in surprise: "I didn't see it. Is your nose smarter than a dog's?"
"Hey, if you stay on the battlefield for another year and a half, you can still smell the enemy!"
The correspondent became excited after hearing this: "Really?"
"Shhh" Zhang Xiaodao raised his index finger in front of his lips.
The correspondent couldn't see Zhang Xiaodao's movements, but he could understand the meaning of the boos.
He quickly pulled the rifle on his back in preparation for battle, but he felt a little worried: "Could it be one of our own?"
"Didn't you just say that my nose is smarter than a dog? You don't believe me so quickly?"
"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that what you said is too mysterious."
Zhang Xiaodao drew out his pitch-black bayonet: "Follow me and don't make any noise."
"Our platoon leader said that in the dark night, as the defensive side, we have an absolute advantage. At this time, we should calm down and continue to take the defensive, and remain unchanged to cope with any changes."
Before the correspondent could finish his words, he was slapped by Zhang Xiaodao: "Shut your mouth."
"Why are you hitting people?"
"So what if I beat you? Do you know what the security camp is about?"
"What's the origin? When we were fighting the Japanese, you were hiding in the gauze and didn't even dare to fart. We attacked the Japanese twice in a row."
"I don't see that you are quite good at speaking."
"I am over-flattered!"
"Oh, have you read or gone to school?"
"I don't believe you have other clever tricks besides fighting guerrillas!"
(End of chapter)
