The storm begins to dissipate after nightfall.

The endless mountain torrents in the valley rang all night.

The five large pots in the cave also rang overnight, stir-fried noodles and steamed them together.

It wasn't dawn in the east.

The soldiers who were tidying up their equipment and preparing to set off were already quarreling.

The soldiers who had no chance to come out of the mountain cleaned up a messy cave in dejectedly.

In the shack at the foot of the mountain, the woman tidied up her clothes for the man who was about to go to the battle and whispered her advice.

The children were still sleeping and had no idea that their father was about to travel far. Maybe this was the last side.

"Order, all militias with families are left behind!" The correspondent's voice shouted in the shack: "Two brothers go one, three brothers go two... If anyone dares to be disobedient, Captain Qi said, and set up a militia team..."

The mountain people have not been polluted by the bad habits of the Jiuying.

The new village chief Banxian of Lingqiu Cave began to count the manpower and re-establish the squad leader.

Anyway, it’s a rambler, so it doesn’t matter who is the platoon leader.

"Why do we only have ten bullets per person?" He didn't sleep all night, his tired faces were full of complaints.

"The first discipline of Lingqiu Guerrilla Squadron..." Banxian stood in front of the militia and glanced back and forth: "Abide by the order..."

"Now..." Then, the correspondent shouted: "Eat!"

Three large buckets of porridge and three large boxes of mixed noodles were carried to the front of the team.

The sky to the east began to turn white.

After a while, the light from the east has illuminated the top of the mountain.

It's finally dawn.

The militia training square outside the shack was silent like death.

Teams of militia with families were dejected and carrying rifles, holding red tassel spears, began to spread around: the time for changing whistles has come.

Then, the team of uniformed military uniforms on the hillside sang loud singing and walked down: "Forward, forward, forward, forward, our team..."

Instructor Qin once again reminded the old bandit Qi: "There is something that is small on the road, if it is not done..."

Old Bandit Qi waved his hand: "Hey, you've said it for the third time."

"Bring everyone back to me..." Instructor Qin didn't know how many storms his words caused...

"Don't worry..." Old bandit Qi looked at the militia on the playground outside the shack below.

When he walked to the team, Banxian thought he was going to speak: "Everyone welcomes the captain to speak..."

"Cough cough..." Old bandit Qi had a straight military uniform with rice soup and a clean military cap, and the brim of the hat was curved like Hu Yi.

Look around and look: "Ah..."

The militia listened attentively and prepared to hear what the captain was going to say.

Instructor Qin was about to wait for the old bandit Qi to finish his speech, and added a few words, emphasized the three major disciplines, and then talked about eight points of attention...

"Set out!" Old Bandit Qi roared.

Instructor Qin, who had been a company commander and had changed his status, was recalling the content of his instructor's speech before and was still considering what opening remarks to use, the team had already started.

"Hey, are you leaving now?"

The mountaineering people who got up early and followed him out of the mountain were a little nervous and excited. They held shuttle marks in their hands and ropes and sacks on both ends of their shoulders. Or they would have patches on their bodies, which would be a bandit who was about to go down the mountain to rob the rich.

The team walking in front sang again, and the songs sang this time were different: "The wind is roaring... The horse is yelling..."

The militia following behind followed the tune, and the mountain people followed the tune.

The sound woke up the sleeping people, and the whole mountain began to come alive.

Energetic.

Soon the rhythm became chaotic and the sound disappeared.

Then, a voice started again: "Forward, forward, forward...ready...sing..."

The old bandit Qi, who was walking in front of the team, yelled a few words with the correspondent returning from the front from time to time.

The correspondent sent back the news that the vanguard in front set out before dawn.

The bullet bags of these inexperienced militia were loaded with bullets for the first time.

I haven't realized the ruthlessness of the bullet yet.

Old Bid Qi, who had been walking in the rain of bullets, felt that he had returned to the past years.

At that time, the most sang was the lewd tunes, and he walked in the middle of the team by himself.

Finally, he walked first, and the row leader next to him stopped doing it: "Captain, you are the commander, you can't walk first..."

"You're so anxious. You're still in our territory... We're in the base area, and we'll wait until the peripheral sentry is out before you can get it."

A squad soldier who had been behind the scenes looked back from time to time, until he could not see the cave, and only smoke was left.

The mountain road after the rain is not easy to walk on.

Li Laoba looked at the destroyed wooden bridge and turned to the soldiers beside him, "Build a bridge!"

The soldiers immediately threw the mountain vines on their shoulders onto the ground.

Li Laoba saw a position and jumped to the opposite side after running.

The bridge built by the vanguard and engineer is very simple: two upper and lower vines are wrapped around two trees, step on one and hold one with your hands.

Li Laoba did not stop and continued to go east. Instead of waving the hatchet in his hand, he cut off the branches stretched out on both sides of the road.

...

The storm just started.

Zhang Weimin had already retreated eastward.

After fighting "guerrilla" in this mountainous area for two years, I don't know that there will be mountain torrents after heavy rain!

Let your subordinates carry them to a high slope.

The dug hole was filled with the remains of the brothers.

With his hands longing, he approached the engineer shovel next to him: "Brothers, you can go first..."

Following a firecracker was lit.

Then there is the rifle shooting in the air.

Zhang Weimin tried hard to throw half a shovel of soil into the pit.

In his eyes, these brothers filled their lives for those who were officials.

They are not traitors or traitors.

It was only because of helplessness that he became a puppet army.

However, the lives of these brothers were destroyed by themselves with them!

Zhang Weimin firmly believed that in addition to the Japanese beings being the enemy, the Eighth Route Army that robbed his territory in the mountains was also his enemy.

If you kill a brother like yourself, they must be enemies!

What a good brother, there are brothers who are good at being good at horns, brothers who throw bombs for 60 meters, and those who hit the sharpshooter with three hundred meters.

They fought with the Japanese in the smoke of gunpowder for so many years, but did not die at the hands of the Japanese, but died at the hands of the Eighth Route Army.

This is killing him...

Watching the subordinates around him keep filling the pit.

Zhang Weimin was confused in his thoughts...

A shovel of soil quickly filled the pit and then pieced a layer of stones.

Then build soil again.

There were bursts of pain from Zhang Weimin's wound from time to time, and he finally issued an order: "Guard platoon..."

The platoon leader next to him immediately stood at attention: "Come!"

"Die the Japanese in the team, newly added people coming in, find out their identities, as long as they are not from the Forty Army, they will be disarmed!"

"yes..."

The staff officer's face turned pale: "Captain..."

Zhang Wei's pale face looked ugly: "Don't advise me. If this continues, even if you and I die in the future, they will be stabbed by the backbone..."

The staff officer's face was so ugly that it could not be more ugly: "It's hard to cross the Yellow River now..."

"By bypass Lingqiu Cave and return to Ling County!" Zhang Weimin waved his hand with difficulty.

The staff officer looked at the firmness in the weak Zhang Weimin's eyes and walked to the side and pulled the rifle from the back of the guard.

The guards were a little hesitant, but the staff officer asked for his gun and dared not refuse to obey...

The staff officer pulled the bolt and watched the bullet be loaded.

Turn around.

Raise a gun.

Bang...

A bullet hole appeared on Zhang Weimin's head on the stretcher, and a bloody red and white splashed out from behind the stretcher.

The people around were stunned...

Then he raised his gun and pointed it at the staff officer.
Chapter completed!