It suddenly rained heavily at night.

The pseudo-Captain Wu, who was fleeing south, hid in a Taoist temple to shelter from the rain with his help.

A day ago, he was the overlord of a county, but he became a loser overnight. The days when the emperor was free and free were gone forever.

When I think of this, my anger surges from the bottom of my heart.

The despair was originally helpless, but now he has no psychological pressure to turn against the enemy.

The Japanese have always been ruthless against the rebels.

The most urgent task is to take out the wife, children and children in the hometown to prevent the Japanese from taking revenge.

I kept comforting myself in my heart, if it were not forbidden, who would have been willing to bear the infamy that he could not even enter the ancestral tomb after his death and surrender to the Japanese.

These days, it’s good to live, and it’s useless to not enter the ancestral grave.

I went tossed all night last night, but fortunately, I surrendered to the Eighth Route Army in advance, and my casualties were not too great.

I have been showing kindness to the Eighth Route Army continuously, but I think the Eighth Route Army will not do anything to his family.

As for where to go, he doesn't care much.

These days, as long as you have someone under your command, you can live a good life anywhere.

Although the Eighth Route Army has a good reputation, it is not only poor but also has many rules. I guess my brothers can't stand it, so they will definitely not vote.

The best choice is to visit Wang Taigong or Wang Ziquan from the south.

It is absolutely not possible to establish himself as a king in the Japanese occupied areas.

Because those guys from Cangzhou Road are not fuel-efficient lamps.

One of them arranged more than 30 elite puppet troops and went north... to pick up the regiment commander Wu and his family escaped.

...

Xiao Hongying squatted under the eaves, looking at the sand table position that was washed away by the heavy rain, and was angry with Luo Fugui: "Damn mule, even though it was about to rain, I wouldn't set up a tent soon..."

"I didn't know that the rain came so quickly..." Luo Fugui looked aggrieved.

Hu Yi, who sat next to him and kept savoring the afternoon conversation, couldn't stand the two ducks beating next to him. Finally, he couldn't help but persuade him: "Don't lose his temper, an excellent commander should keep the sand table in his heart..."

"Boss Hu is right!" Luo Baogui, who was shrinking his neck, immediately straightened his back: "Girl, think about it, if the Japanese call us, you can't carry your broken sand plate everywhere?"

Hu Yi turned to look at Luo Fugui: "Don't stand there either. There are a lot of Japanese raincoats seized. Hurry up and arrange someone to send them to the warriors in charge."

The sand table is gone, and there is still a map.

Xiao Hongying moved the command center back into the house angrily.

There were holes everywhere on the roof, and more than a dozen clay pots were placed to catch the rain.

Although his eyes sting from time to time and had almost never closed his eyes for several days, Hu Yi squinted his eyes but couldn't sleep.

The woman was next door, and some things were closer to each other, the more they became, the more they became.

By the way, he decided to go to the next yard to ease the unspeakable expectation.

As he groped and walked out the door, Xiao Hongying's voice came from behind: "Fox, are you going to the bathroom?"

“Uh…yes.”

"You can't see it, I'll help you..." Xiao Hongying was trying hard to recall the Japanese troops on the sand table, and then drew a turtle on the map. Seeing that Hu Yi was having difficulty going out, he put down his pen and prepared to come forward to support him.

"Uh, that...no need...I can solve it by finding a corner." Hu Yihan.

Before he could reach the gate of the yard, the girl's voice came from behind him again: "Hey, the thatched cottage is on the left, where are you going?"

The bear lying on the firewood next to him was listening to the sound of raindrops leaking from the roof in the tiles. He talked to Xiao Hongying from time to time and turned to look outside the door: "You must take care of Boss Hu when you go to the cottage. If you have nothing to do, I'll leave..."

"What are you anxious about? Tell me now, if I am ambushing here, will the Japanese surround or attack?" Xiao Hongying withdrew his gaze and pointed at a three-way intersection.

"I have an armored vehicle and cannons. I will send an airplane to kill you, the Eighth Route Army!" Luo Fugui also quickly entered the role.

There was no way, Li Xiang was not here, Hu Yi couldn't see it, and the mule naturally acted as the enemy on the Xiaohongying map.

Hu Yi drew a black line on his forehead, didn't answer, and then walked out of the yard directly.

Standing in the darkness at the door, I saw the figure of the woman sitting opposite the oil lamp at a glance.

After a long time, I felt that I hadn't appreciated enough, a silly smiling face suddenly appeared in front of Hu Yi.

"Sir Hu, what are you looking at?"

"Monkey, why are you here?" Hu Yi blinked to relieve the stinging feeling.

"That... Takahashi is writing a letter of repentance, I'll come out to have some breath." The monkey saw Hu Yi closing his eyes, and the thief's eyes rolled.

When the Eighth Route Army soldiers make mistakes, they usually write a review and write a letter of repentance. This is a rule brought by monkeys from the army.

Hu Yi was about to turn around and leave, but the monkey grabbed him: "There is a problem with Captain Su. Can you help solve it?"

Monkey is not a fool, there is absolutely something between Chief Hu and Captain Su that he doesn't know.

The so-called bystanders' clear meaning is that the parties involved may not know it, but the people next to them can see it very clearly.

It's very simple. Once in the army, people like Chief Hu who are not close to women are rare.

Hu Yi felt a little secretly happy when he was pulled by the monkey.

I looked at the house with pain and took a deep breath.

The brim of the hat was bent, and the military cap was a little wet after the rain, not as beautiful as before.

Spread your feet to the width of your shoulders, and put your hands on your back behind you. You will naturally raise your chest and raise your head without looking sideways, and walk forward steadily step by step.

The steel nails on the soles of the military boots steadily sank into the soaked sand in the yard.

Su Qing heard footsteps coming from the yard, rubbed his eyes and turned his head.

The darkness in the yard made her wide open her eyes. Finally, she saw clearly that there was a tall soldier in the darkness that the oil lights outside the door could not be illuminated by the oil lights.

For a moment, I forgot to hold the report that the pen was modifying.

After a long time, Hu Yi finally appeared in the light that was as big as a palm-sized light at the door.

Su Qing suddenly smiled.

Dingdengdeng...

An urgent footsteps came from outside the yard, followed by the correspondent at the gate of the yard, panting and shouting: "Report to the battalion commander, Park Buhuan and the others are here, about ten miles southwest of ours..."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What?" Hu Yi was thinking about his thoughts and really didn't hear clearly.

The soldier happily reported: "Park Buhuan came across a company and appeared ten miles southwest of ours, and Yang Crazy is with them!"

I heard that the location of the Ninth Camp was located, Park Buhuan divided some of them out and took most of them to the Ninth Camp station in the rain.

While the two of them were talking, Park Buhuan had already walked into the yard and came to Hu Yi's side: "Hello Lao Hu, I won't invite me to drink when I become the battalion commander..."

Hu Yi was a little confused when he heard Park Buhuan's name. The relationship between the two seemed to be not as good as a brother.

Park Buhuan was not seen at all, and he leaned into the room and greeted Su Qing: "Hello, Mr. Su, don't be fine...hahaha..."

Hu Yi, who had opened his eyes, glanced at Park Buhuan behind him, and a middle-aged man appeared in sight.

This person seems to have the momentum of a superior.

Hu Yi was stunned for a moment. With Park Buhuan's identity, was he performing an escort mission?

Some things, it is better to have less than more things... You should ask if you shouldn't ask.

Hu Yi realized that this person's identity was not simple, so he walked into the house and sat down directly next to Su Qing.

Park Buhuan is the headquarters instructor. The unexpected arrival of a middle-aged man made Su Qing's mood immediately improve.

The middle-aged man walked over Park Buhuan into the house, looking at Hu Yi with a smile on his face: "I heard about the name of Captain Hu for a long time. It is a great honor to see him today..."

Listening to this person speaking with a strong North-East accent and being a fellow villager with Hu Yi on the other side, Su Qing was a little confused. Who is this person’s origin?

The situation was unclear, and I stood up and didn't say anything for a moment.

After the middle-aged man finished chatting with Hu Yihan, he turned to look at Su Qing and introduced himself: "Hello Captain Su, I am the charity team. The Communist Party of China. This time, he is ordered by the headquarters to carry out a secret mission. Please take care of me!"

"Are you...Political Commissar Jin?" Su Qing was overjoyed. He accidentally heard from the deputy commander of the division that the headquarters sent a group of volunteers who could speak birds and sing to the plain to carry out work against the enemy.
Chapter completed!