There is no obvious boundary between autumn and summer.

There is no difference in the fields, the lonely eagle wandering in the sky, and the vast desolation on the plains.

The reeds next to the river are still lush and green, and they are reluctant to leave the people of their hometowns to support them with their children.

Dad Zhao drove a donkey cart that was so thin that it was covered with ribs. The turbid river water in the four empty buckets poured into the sweet potato field one by one. The water flowed through the ridges, and the green leaves swayed in the breeze, filling his heart with an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

From a distance, I saw that my youngest son was carrying a shuttle flag and guarding the farmland with the militia organized by the security group.

Almost all the people in the nearby villages ran away. Because there was no water to irrigate the land, the crops were harvested in a foregone conclusion. Staying here would only be waiting to die.

In the afternoon, each person and donkey pulled a cart. When they were about to arrive at the village, they saw several old women pointing at the entrance of the village. Under the dead trees at the entrance of the village, a woman lying on the ground. When she saw a head of the family coming, she struggled to get up.

He knelt on the ground in a faint voice, begging: "Master, please pity the poor child, please be kind, you can take her away."

A skinny little girl kneeled beside her.

Dad Zhao hesitated for a moment, sighed, then shook his head, two drops of turbid tears fell from the corner of his eyes, followed the donkey cart, and then slowly walked towards the village.

The women watching the fun quickly dispersed.

The desperate woman lay down again, looking at the blue and dazzling blue sky, no longer making a sound. The little girl next to her was playing with a small drum toy in her hand sensibly, with a bang bang sound.

Soon, Dad Zhao came out of the village, carried a teapot, and supported a small vine basket around his waist.

He stepped forward a few steps, squatted beside the woman, picked up the teapot and poured the water into the broken bowl beside the woman, and then took out two sorghum buns from the basket.

The little girl next to her stared at her big eyes, and she was accustomed to waiting for the woman on the ground to speak.

After a while, the woman on the ground did not respond.

Dad Zhao looked at the woman's eyes carefully and glared at her without blinking. He sighed and was about to get up when he found that there was a group of people standing behind him. He saw clearly that it was the Eighth Route Army that arrived yesterday.

Hu Yiwei was fascinated and looked at the scene at the entrance of the village.

The village followed the soldiers who were about to set off.

All my hearts are like stones pressing on them.

When facing the Japanese, you can remain calm. Everything in front of you makes Hu Yi's expression no longer calm, but more gloomy.

Dad Zhao looked up at Hu Yi, quietly packed up the woman's things, and prepared to take the little girl away.

Hu Yi knew about the situation of Mr. Zhao’s family. There were five people in the family and three sets of clothes. The whole family worked together at night because they could not wear clothes at night.

The political commissar followed the correspondent to the south and went to the military sub-district for a meeting.

There are more than a dozen generals and political commissars at the regiment level of the military sub-district, and dozens of battalion commanders.

Hu Yi, the friendly battalion commander and Wang Peng, who was good at playing soybean, were not qualified to attend the meeting.

"Buried that woman, take the little girl away!" Hu Yi finally gave the order.

The little girl finally opened her mouth and neighed until a piece of candy was stuffed into her mouth by Ma Liang.

Luo Fugui had a gloomy face on the side and was cursing the heartless bandit Ma Liang.

It didn't take long, and there were more graves on the ground.

The soldiers who were scoring the east were riding their bicycles to the entrance of the village under the scorching sun.

Reported with panting: "A report to the company commander, an hour ago, thirty miles east, a large number of Japanese soldiers and public security troops were found, all guarding the junction of the two counties, and there was no sign of coming west for the time being. It is estimated that... at least four or five hundred!"

"Cabin or infantry?" Hu Yi withdrew his gaze from the land bunker not far from the roadside.

"The infantry, there are three motorcycles and one car, and they cannot get close to reconnaissance, and the accurate number of Japanese and public security forces cannot be confirmed."

After hearing this, Hu Yi was in a gloomy mood.

Suddenly, I seemed to think of something, and my expression suddenly improved.

Since infantry appeared in the east, the Japanese cavalry should not be too far away.

The military sub-district cavalry regiment is in a battalion on the west side.

More than eighty miles further west is Meixian County!

In addition to heavy machine guns, the best weapon to deal with cavalry is armored vehicles. At least with this big guy, you won’t suffer too much in the face of cavalry...

Where is the armored vehicle in the military sub-district? At least no one knows it now.

Meixian...armored vehicles...

What Hu Yi thought was that there was still a buried vehicle in the ground on that highway. It is unlikely that the Japanese would find it.

Although most of the things in the armored vehicles have been removed, it is also a question whether they can be activated, but it has not rained heavily in the plain for a year. It seems that there is a guy in Banxian’s class who can repair cars. Maybe it can be used?

"Go and find Banxian and ask him to bring the car repairer here!" Hu Yi said to Ma Liang.

After a while, a slutty guy with a crooked military cap followed Ma Liang, ran to the entrance of the village, and squeezed out a smile: "Sir Hu, are you looking for me?"

"I'll ask you, can the armored vehicle be buried in the ground for a year? Can it still be started?" Hu Yi asked directly, obviously, he was a little unsure.

"One year? Buried in the ground? My god, please stop talking, Chief Hu, of course you can't drive it." This guy answered quickly.

"Can you practice?" Hu Yi didn't give up.

"That's all you need to see!" This guy thought for a while.

"Ma Liang, go and ask Li Xiang to follow and immediately bring a platoon of soldiers! Uh... bring ten cavalry spears from the company! Follow me to the cavalry camp in the west to borrow horses!" Hu Yi thought for a moment, borrowing horses might not be so smooth.

"Yes!" Ma Liang's eyes lit up. He also thought of the iron-armored car on the road, and the company commander was preparing to dig treasures!

After answering, he immediately entered the village and excitedly went to find Li Xiang to take the guy.

"Mule, you and the correspondent take a platoon and go to the group to find Wu Yan, and carry the heavy machine gun we left at the wine station back to the village!"

"It would be strange if he could give it to me!" Luo Fugui rolled his eyes.

"Tell him, I'll give him a motorcycle after all!" Hu Yi gritted his teeth.

"Motorcycle? Where is it?" Luo Fugui had seen the monster running fast from his butt.

"He borrowed the machine gun for us, then there is!"

"That machine gun is obviously ours! Is it necessary to borrow it? It's not like the opposite..."

"If you ask you to go, hurry up, you must arrive here after dark."

"All right."

Even if there is an armored car, someone will have to drive it: "By the way, ask where Hao Yun is!"

...

The entrance of the village near the river to the west.

"What did you say? Borrow a horse? Stop hiding, can you ride?" The second battalion commander of the cavalry looked at the independent regiment soldiers coming out of the mountains, and a group of uninformed local buns asked him to borrow a horse. He immediately refused.

"I just borrowed two days, ten spears!" Hu Yi didn't want to talk to him.

"Carrying a rifle? Do you have one? My cavalry battalion is still full of rifles. Do you have a rifle?" The second battalion commander didn't believe it at all. These local buns in the mountains definitely wanted to deceive his horse and run away, and they must have no good intentions.

With a loud bang, more than ten soldiers ran from behind to the entrance of the village. Ten Japanese soldiers took off their guns from the shoulders of the soldiers behind and put them directly on the ground.

The battalion commander recognized the goods and immediately dropped his chin to the ground. The entire regiment's cavalry was concentrated in the first battalion, and his second battalion was made of ordinary 79 Gongjiu rifles!

My eyes can no longer be separated from the rifle on the ground, and my lips are trembling.

"Add Tozaka rifle bullets, two hundred!" Hu Yi spoke again.

Finally came to his senses, the battalion commander whispered to the warrior next to him, and a platoon of soldiers immediately stepped forward and hugged all the rifles.

Then...

"Hey, I like it first..."

...The fight started.

The battalion commander was a black line and regretted that the orders he had sent to his subordinates were wrong.

If you can't help, just jokes, so you can be laughed at every day.
Chapter completed!