under fire

The old bandit Qi had a gloomy look on his face.

Crazy Yang changed the tactics without permission and did not take himself, the commander-in-chief, seriously at all.

The large number of orders issued earlier became a joke.

The bones of his fingers pressing on the handle of the Mauser pistol turned white. "Are you kidding me?"

"The general is away" Crazy Yang still only said three words.

"Do you know how many of our brothers died?" The old bandit Qi twitched his mouth. This fellow was reciting the Three Character Classic, and it was impossible to start an argument with him: "Sixteen were killed, seven were seriously injured, and not a single one was slightly injured!"

"Not much," said Crazy Yang calmly. He picked up a good Type 99 light machine gun and walked towards the Japanese car covered with smoke and mud.

After a quick look, I found that the east and west sides of the car were full of bullet holes, as well as traces of mine fragments, and the right front tire was flattened.

He opened the door, threw the light machine gun into the cab, then got in and turned the key.

Woo woo woo. Buzz

The car shook and started smoothly.

Then turn the key to turn off the engine.

Dirty Face was helping to push the wounded who had been bandaged from the ditch into the truck compartment. He looked at Crazy Yang who came over and opened the toolbox hanging on the side of the car and said, "Next, I think we can attack the county town."

Crazy Yang shook his head and said to the bandit Qi who followed him: "Ask him."

"Fuck..." The old bandit Qi was also itching to fight the dirty face: "Before the battle, they arranged a squad to attract firepower, and then they pushed a whole platoon of people into the ditch?"

"He said one class alone can't achieve the desired effect... Besides, not all those who died are your people... I feel sad too!" The man with a pitiful face looked pitiful.

"You don't listen to my command?"

"When it comes to commanding a battle, you, a lousy squadron leader, are much worse than Crazy Yang." Dirty Face put away his pitiful expression and sneered, "Haha, he's from the Central Army, went to a military academy, and even studied abroad, while you, a bandit, studied half-heartedly at the Anti-Japanese University for a few days, what can you compare with him?"

"... "

"Report, 126 puppet soldiers captured, not a single Japanese soldier alive..."

"Obviously..."

Before Qi Lao Bandit could finish his words, he was immediately interrupted by Dirty Face: "A few puppet soldiers said they want to rebel..."

A soldier handed a brown paper bag with "Extremely Secret" written on the cover to Yang Fengzi, who was working for Qianjinding to change the tire: "The words on the bag should read 'Extremely Secret', right?"

Wang Shun and his men walked silently in the sunshine.

My cousin took his men away and was shot at again and again by the Japanese planes circling in the sky.

They thought they could leave by dispersing and using the sorghum fields as cover.

But they forgot that the plane was flying in the sky, and people had no place to hide after entering the sorghum field.

The Japanese pilots in the sky looked like eagles looking at chicks on the ground.

How could two legs possibly outrun the planes shooting back and forth in the sky?

Even if they don't trust themselves, they are still members of the Wang family.

The plane dived continuously and thought it had killed most of the Eighth Route Army in the village. The rest were surrounded and wiped out by ground troops, and it flew away triumphantly.

When Wang Shun came out of the village and found the bodies of his tribesmen who had been blown to pieces by machine guns, he felt sad and angry.

No matter what, their deaths have something to do with me.

Now is not the time to be sad.

They had dug a lot of graves before and buried the tribesmen hastily, then left quickly with the remaining tribesmen.

With so many people holding guns, it would be impossible not to be discovered by the spies sent out by the detective team.

We can only disperse our actions.

The two or three hundred clansmen gathered under his command were no match for the Japanese.

For the Eighth Route Army, killing the Japanese was as easy as killing chickens and dogs. They were all heroes who truly wanted to fight the Japanese.

He saved my life, so I should repay him with my life.

But these tribesmen who followed me out didn't even have a coffin when they were buried. It would be difficult to explain to them when I return.

I was confused for a moment as to whether my choice was right or not.

Since you have chosen this path, go all the way to the end.

When they approached the canal again, the puppet army had already begun to set up guards along the canal.

It was no longer easy to cross the river to the east without being discovered by the puppet army.

The canal is so long that these puppet troops may be able to defend it. It is not a big deal to wait until dark and find a place to quietly cross the river.

"Brother, Zhang Xiaodao is here." A squad leader came running over: "The plan has changed."

Hu Yi was lying on the edge of the reeds.

Holding a reed in his hand, he stared at the blue sky above the reed flowers above his head.

Liu Yuanqing was lying not far from him with his eyes closed, resting. If he hadn't moved his fingers in the gap between the bullet box on his waist from time to time, one would have thought he was asleep.

He was happily holding the gold bar that was cut into two pieces with a bayonet in a Japanese bullet box.

Hu Yi's head suddenly darkened.

Two braids dangled beside her little face.

His eyes subconsciously shifted to her slightly bulging chest.

Feeling something was wrong, Hu Yi quickly stepped back and sat up, asking casually, "Girl, did you get something good again?"

The little girl pretended to be depressed and sat next to Hu Yi. She picked up the kettle that Hu Yi placed next to her with her right hand and drank it all in one gulp. She put the kettle down and wiped her mouth with her left hand: "You gave away half of the gold bars, what good things can you get?"

The sad expression on her face was obviously fake, and her smile was about to break. There must be something fishy going on.

Before I knew it, the girl had grown up.

I originally wanted to raise my hand to touch her pigtails, but then I felt that it was time to avoid suspicion.

The little girl seemed to notice Hu Yi's gaze and looked down at her chest: "It's smaller than a vixen."

After saying that, he stood up and patted the little butt with his hand.

Then, without answering anyone, he staggered towards the depths of the reeds.

"Don't turn on the radio for now." Hu Yi reminded Dese's back.

Unfortunately, the little girl didn't say a word.

Wait until the little girl disappears.

Liu Yuanqing quickly came to Hu Yi's side and said, "This girl is not right."

The little girl staggered to the phone with a bright smile: "Hey, call the Donggu Town Office."

"No!" The operator quickly covered the phone tightly: "We can't contact you too often, it's easy for the enemy operator to notice it."

"I want to ask District Chief Zhao something."

"I just contacted the sub-district office. The Japanese have arrived in Donggu Town. The sub-district office is organizing a welcoming party for the masses."

The little girl looked regretful and said: "If we had welcomed the Japanese at the Zhendong artillery tower where the mines were buried, it would have been much more exciting."

"That's a nice thought. If we really ambush the Japanese in the east of the town, the people in the town will suffer in the end."

"Oh, you are quite conscious."

"Hehe." The radio operator said proudly: "Let me talk about business. Instructor Liu said that if we can get enough wires, we can avoid using the Japanese's common power communication and use the magnetic telephone to communicate alone."

"What is the electric type? What is the magnetic type?"

"Well, you won't understand even if I tell you. Anyway, as long as there is a battery and a wire, you can make a point-to-point call. For example, I can call Zhang Xiaodao on the side of the road right now!"

Being looked down upon, the little girl didn't feel embarrassed at all: "We still need to run wires? That's too troublesome. It's not as convenient as a radio."

"The radio also has its shortcomings. First of all, the radio cannot be turned on all the time. It can only be turned on at the agreed time. For example, if I contact Captain Su and others once a day, it will easily delay things."

On the other side of the reeds.

The big dog was lying on the ground with a hat on his face, looking like he was sleeping.

Li Laosi squatted beside him, looking at the ground with a bitter face, drooping his eyebrows and complaining in a low voice: "What bad luck, the large explosive pack was buried in vain..."

"Don't disturb my sleep."

"Big Dog, go talk to the battalion commander. I'll take some people to retrieve the explosives buried in the ground tonight."

"You got so many grenades in the puppet army's artillery tower in Donggu Town, but you can't bear to part with those few things?"

"The main thing is that explosives are not easy to handle, understand?"

"If you want to go, go ahead. Why are you looking for me?"

"Then I'll leave the scouting and guard duties tonight to you!" (End of this chapter)