After the sun rose, it penetrated into the wandering clouds. Occasionally, the mist mixed with the sword-like light and shadow from the gaps of the clouds, piercing into the mountains and disappearing.

The two hills face each other, with a small ravine in the middle, confronting two hills one south and one north.

The bald mountain is actually like a flat piece, with a ditch being laid from the middle, but it is a bit deep. The road up and down the mountain is tilted and rugged. Occasionally there are small flat pieces, and some shrubs are swaying in the mountain breeze.

A few strands of grass were climbing on a dirty and curly brim of hat. Under the brim, a pair of long and thin eyes and thin eyebrows leaned into the middle, tightly.

Hu Yi was still lying behind the rocks and looked southwards coldly. What he was considering now was not to support the headquarters or to inquire about the headquarters, nor to find out the second echelon that he had not known to be transferred to the division headquarters. At present, a Japanese were found in the west, and there were pursuers in the south.

Now you either run east, but in the end, you will walk out of the mountain area with your tail at most two days, encounter the Japanese who are stuck in the road to the mountain, and be attacked from front to back.

Or they were running around in the mountains, and the Japanese behind them were like a bullshit plaster and could not be shaken off. This was not the first time they were chasing with Japanese. The Japanese were short and short, but the Japanese were well-trained and had good living conditions, so they were naturally in good health. They were not comparable to the Eighth Route Army who often had food shortages.

Moreover, the Japanese have strong endurance and perseverance, and their perseverance is not comparable to those of the Nine Corps. The most important thing is that there are Japanese everywhere in the mountains. Maybe they will be surrounded by roundabouts at that time, and this road is not easy to walk.

On the contrary, there is only one way left, that is, going north, and it is impossible not to go. First, there is an order issued by the division headquarters in person, and second, there is no other way.

There are many unfavorable factors for the Ninth Company. After so many days of outing, food is tight and bullets are short. There may be Japanese aircraft in the sky, although it has not been seen until now.

The Japanese opposite had half of the squadron. They got off a squad in front and went to the valley. They gathered the Japanese soldiers and were carrying them with Pan Zhuzi, who was broken from the back halfway up the mountain. They shot two shots at each other. The two sides fought for a long time, and the fire was so lively.

However, the Japanese with good guns and bullets were indeed very arrogant, but due to the poor terrain, they were crushed in the ditch and were so angry that they were not angry. The sergeant led the team was determined to take a detour, but except for this road, the two private rooms in the mountains, no matter where they go, look at the cliffs on both sides, and then calculate the itinerary, it would take at least half a day to give up.

What's more, the eighth Route Army in front might run away at any time and take a detour, which seems meaningless.

Until now, when I went down the valley and hid behind the stones, I was still in a dilemma, so I could only smash the bullets halfway up the mountain.

Fortunately, before coming down, the squadron leader gave an order, occasionally shooting and sticking to it. As for the sergeant in the valley, he did not get the offensive order and was happy to practice shooting skills.

However, the Eighth Route Army on the hillside did not emerge and occasionally threw two big stones down.

Of course, I don’t know what the squadron leader was thinking. Maybe it was just to let reinforcements from other directions surrounded the reinforcements. After all, the mountains are now full of imperial warriors, and when they think about this, the sergeant fights even more vigorously.

The only thing that made him dissatisfied was that he was wearing the torn clothes of the Eighth Route Army, which was very unscrupulous. On the opposite side, several Eighth Route Army shot at the valley without a single shot. Two warriors had been killed, one seriously injured and the other slightly injured.

The sergeant was a little unhappy, and the squadron leader was reluctant to even use the grenade launcher. How could such a battle be achieved completely?

Fortunately, the squadron leader was still a little good at commanding, so he transferred another squad's troops to shoot at the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side of the mountain. The gunshots kept thumping, and the distance was not far or near, about 300 meters. He stuck his head out and didn't even use a telescope to see the figures on the opposite side.

opposite.

The Japanese fired unexpectedly slow, and both sides seemed to be lying here, like empty guns in the mountains.

Since the Japanese in the ravine did not charge, they stopped attacking after two of them died, but just fired coldly into the mountain.

However, the Japanese on the opposite side occasionally retaliated for the fire position.

In such a battle, both sides were having a lot of fun.

"Platform leader, this Japanese man doesn't seem to be very good. His marksman is also stinky and he is wearing our clothes..."

Bang, after a gunshot, the bullet knocked away the talker's hat, quickly lowered his head, lay tightly on the ground, pressed against the ground, sweating profusely, and touched the hair that was curled by the hot bullets on his head, and his face turned pale.

"I told you boy, don't show off, be careful, we'll only have a few of us. We have to keep our foundation, otherwise we won't have a chance to turn over." Pan Zhuzi said sternly.

"Platform Commander, don't say that the slaughtered goods brought back from the Public Security Army of the Ninth Company ran along the way, and few were injured!"

"Can the guy who ran away when he heard the gunshot? Can you count on them? The company commander has the same virtue as their company commander."

Under the steep mountains and cliffs, there is a natural rock wall next to it. The snoring was stopped by kicking. The bear got up in a daze, raised his head, and was frightened by the girl who came over to see him.

"Are the Japanese here?" The bear finally slept enough, blinking his eyes, as if it was in the west, as if it was very far away, and a rumbling sound came from the sky: "Grandma's world, you can't stop sleeping!"

"Have you hadn't had enough sleep yet? Get up quickly, the Japanese plane left."

"Is there really a plane coming?"

"Do you want to go and have a look? It hasn't flown away yet!"

The bear turned over and hesitated for a moment.

He pulled Xu Xiao, who was wiping the machine gun beside him, and touched his belongings.

The gray and black hands were rubbed, and he was confused. He heard that the guy who could fly in the sky was made of iron, and he always felt that it was unreal.

Seeing the girl walking away, she muttered, took out a tart-proof cloth bag from her pocket, opened it layer by layer, revealing a stack of gold bars, and the bear's mouth was grinning and she drooled happily, and she took it carefully.

Now, the girl was in front of her. After hesitating for a while, she still opened her throat: "Girl, hey, that, come here and tell you something!"

"What's the matter? It's so ridiculous. Go up the top of the mountain to see the plane. The Japanese plane just flew past the top of the mountain. The fox said he would come later. He insisted that Hao Yun look at his aunt, but he didn't even see the plane."

The dazed bear was in a bad mood to look at the iron guy in the sky.

Bears who have always been eating alone have rarely been generous this time, pulling out the two gold bars left in their hands, dazzling.

"Hey, where is the trick?" The girl who turned back looked shiny.

He quickly snatched it up. After thinking about it, he bit it with his little tiger teeth. A tooth mark appeared clearly on it.

The grinning smile of the bear opposite gradually disappeared, and turned into an ugly desolate, quiet, and then extremely serious and careful: "Well, I want to retire from the army and go home, do you think it's done?"

"Do you want to be a deserter? Hum?" The voice increased octave, and his eyes widened began to become smaller, narrowing into a slit, and his braided head was blown up.

It's very strange. After just a while, Xiong suddenly felt that life in the Eighth Route Army was pretty good. If he really went back to his hometown, he would probably either have to be a public security army. Maybe he would be arrested by the Japanese to build artillery towers or go to the county town? It was nothing different from sending death. What's the use of having money? If he went to Jiuzhan Village, he had to farm with those messy villagers. Thinking about the virtues of the villagers, it would be fine, but the militia captain was on the hills without fear of death, and he couldn't help but shivered.

"I was talking to you, just... I thought... I'd like to miss me!" He murmured to the girl, as if he was giving himself an excuse, and as if he was comforting himself.
Chapter completed!