under fire

Zhang Xiaodao is very strong.

He is extremely familiar with the terrain west of the canal.

He fled westward with Wang Shun's defeated troops who were almost caught up by the Japanese.

From afar, we saw a group of Japanese soldiers riding motorcycles running westward. They did not notice our group hiding in the open area, so we should be safe for the time being.

The puppet troops did not stop to camp, nor did they intend to move west.

Zhang Xiaodao took advantage of his fast running speed and quietly came back like a hyena who only cared about food and not beatings.

Afterwards, it was discovered that the puppet army had deployed its troops and was advancing southward.

As the puppet army moved further and further south, the group slowly found themselves behind the Japanese who were leading the attack.

Zhang Xiaodao and Wang Shun whispered for a while. Anyway, they were already behind the Japanese. The group followed the Japanese like hyenas.

See if you can find an opportunity to bite the Japanese.

Zhang Xiaodao has learned a lot from Liu Yuanqing during this period.

Understand one thing: as long as the troops are not fighting independently, the coordination between scattered troops requires messengers running back and forth to deliver messages.

When marching or fighting, guard posts would be set up on the periphery.

I can't afford to offend a large number of Japanese puppet troops, but it's okay to kill one or two of your guard posts and messengers, right?

Then, three men in black dressed as detective team members appeared on the river bank.

He carefully stopped the Japanese messenger who was riding a motorcycle and heading north, preparing to find a place to swim across the canal to contact the Japanese messenger of the squadron at the foot of the mountain: "Report to the lady, a large number of Eighth Route Army soldiers have been spotted east of the canal."

"What?" The Japanese motorcycle driver, who was very vigilant, stopped far away from the detective team members who were shouting that they had urgent military intelligence to report, and pointed the light machine gun on the bed of the motorcycle at the three loyal messengers who suddenly appeared.

Zhang Xiaodao raised his hands high: "We found many Eighth Route Army soldiers."

"In what... location? How many troops are there?"

"Right behind you. The number of troops is about the same... maybe... a little more than a platoon..."

The tone of his voice was like the humming of a hyena leader seeing his lone prey.
The lights of the motorcycle were blindingly bright in the darkness.

It was pitch black behind the motorcycle without a taillight.

A dozen dark shadows were approaching quietly.

They rushed forward, grabbed the arms and waist, put their arms around the neck, stabbed the bayonet, bit the ears and tore the nose.
"Ouch, who the hell bit me?"

Wang Shun's face turned pale: "What if the Japanese machine gun goes off accidentally?"

"Let's start the feast. Let's eat eight bowls!" This boldness is not an exaggeration.

If the muzzle of the Japanese machine gun was not pointed at him, it was possible that he would be hit by the accidental bullet.

Just now, the Japanese machine gun was pointed at me. The Japanese machine gunner was suddenly attacked from behind. The muzzle of the gun would definitely swing to the side.
Zhang Xiaoxian remembered that Mule, the second best light machine gunner in the Ninth Battalion, had told him this himself.
Canal East.

Luo Fugui mixed in with the Kong family's puppet army heading west.

So this is what a raid feels like, with food and drink and no worries.

He was so happy that he even forgot that he was an Eighth Route Army soldier.

By midnight, I could already seem to smell the water vapor from the canal not far away.

boom.
The clear and loud sound of gunfire didn't seem to be close, but it wasn't far away either.

All the puppet soldiers scattered on the road stopped suddenly.

In the absence of clarity, Luo Fugui instinctively yelled at the top of his voice: "Hide!"

Thus, at least two miles away from the source of the gunfire, a team of more than a hundred people had already fallen to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, there was not a single one left on the dirt road.

In an instant, I forgot the tiredness from walking in the middle of the night.

After a long while, they lay on the ground and stared at each other, as if nothing had happened.

Luo Fugui climbed up from the ground, staring at the front with his eyes wide open, and roared: "Fuck! Communicator, what's going on ahead?"

Just as he finished speaking, another gunshot was heard in the distance to the west. Captain Luo leaned forward and then lay down again, listening carefully with his ears pricked up.

You look at me, I look at you.

There was no order for a while.

Not long after, the scout came back panting from the darkness in the west: "We found a group of unidentified armed men near the canal in the west."

Luo Fugui panted: "Grandma's unknown armed forces, how many people are there? What's their firepower? Who are they from?"

The scout was stunned for a moment: "It's pitch dark, how can I know so much?"

"Who fired the gun just now?"

"I fired one shot and they fired one shot back."

"Didn't your grandma ask what part they were from?"

"Brother, please spare me. It's dark out here. What if they shoot me from behind?"

Luo Fugui finally understood what a waste was: "It's dark, why don't you try to fool them?"

The soldier next to him reminded him: "Platoon leader, you swore not to scold grandma."

Luo Fugui gave him a big slap on the neck: "You're the only one who talks too much!"

"Captain, how about I go do some reconnaissance!"

"Wait, what if it's the friendly troops coming to help us cross the river?" The friendly troops Luo Fugui was talking about were naturally the puppet troops.

Captain Kong was a little worried: "I think we should go around and take a look?"

"good idea!"

So, the entire team heading west turned around and headed south parallel to the canal.

This time the team moved very slowly, and it did not seem like the same team as the previous team that had walked dozens of miles in the middle of the night.

Everyone's heart was tense because they had to stay away from danger at this moment.

Even as he walked slowly along the road, he began to wheeze.

Canal West.

The two battalions of the puppet army continued to advance southward for seven or eight miles.

They were moving so slowly that even if there were Eighth Route Army soldiers ahead, they would have already run away. The puppet troops had already begun to become numb.

The Japanese major following behind the puppet army had a smile on his face.

The Japanese scouts who had mixed in with the Imperial Army discovered something.

There were indeed some Eighth Route Army troops ahead of the Imperial Army.

The Eighth Route Army behaved like old rats, exactly as the major's wise analysis showed, and they always kept a distance of about three miles from the Imperial Army.

It seemed as if the two sides had made an agreement, one chasing and the other fleeing.

The major received the report but delayed giving the order to attack.

He was waiting, waiting for the mopping-up troops on the southeast side of the canal to cross the canal and block the Eighth Route Army's way. That would be the highlight of the Imperial Army's hunting campaign.

The situation between the two sides had already formed a picture in his mind.

The Imperial Army started chasing, but the target in front was running away slowly like a mouse.

Do the Tubalu really think they are the mouse that can play with the cat?

At this critical moment, two gunshots were heard from the east bank of the canal.

It seems quite far away, but vaguely it doesn't seem too far away.

A messenger has been sent across the canal to make contact.

Just wait for them to cross the canal and block the Eighth Route Army.

This dark cat-and-mouse game will soon be over.

Maybe we just need to endure a few more miles and the game of cat and mouse will begin.

The major began to look forward to it.

...

"Monkey, we have already led the enemy out of Captain Su's village. Is it time to leave?"

"The puppet troops have followed us all the way. Wouldn't it be unfair to them if we don't shoot them a few times?"

"Just bury a few mines to scare them. Tell them not to fight to the death. If you run too slow, you will have to swim across the river!"

"Why don't you give the puppet army a tough blow?"

"Because there are still a large number of devils behind the puppet army."

East bank of the canal.

After walking for five or six miles, perhaps because they had gone astray, the scout in front suddenly came back with a message saying that they had seen the canal embankment.

After receiving the news, everyone subconsciously stopped, gasped and looked back at Captain Luo and Captain Kong.

Luo Fugui stopped beside Captain Kong and asked: "How are we going to cross the river?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

"The Imperial Army asked us to cross the river. We can't possibly swim across, right?"

"How did I know this?"

"How about we wait here until dawn?"

The messenger came hurriedly: "Report, there seem to be a lot of boats on the river."

"Let's go and take a look?" suggested Captain Kong.

A large group of people walked up the riverbank, seemingly without any danger: "Hey, are you picking someone up here?"

"Yes, what are you doing?" Someone sitting on the boat by the river bank answered. He thought they were the people who had sent the wounded to the village and then returned.

"Hurry up and take us across the river." Luo Fugui said. He thought these boats were arranged in advance by the imperial army.

His memory was still that Boss Hu and Wang Shun were in the north, and they were crossing the river with two platoons of their men, trying to gain an invincible position first.

However, more than ten boats could not accommodate more than 150 people.

They had to cross the river in two groups.
When it came to running away, Luo Fugui naturally took the lead.

Two platoons of more than sixty people sat on the boat and slowly headed west.

The canal was not very wide and we soon reached the other side.

When the bandit Qi saw the wooden boat, he thought it must be the people who had sent the wounded back.

Looking closely, it seems that there are too many people on the boat.

I thought the division had arranged someone to come and help, and didn’t think much about it.

It was so dark that I forgot to ask the boatman who the person was.

Just tell your men to wait, and after they get off the boat, quickly enter the open area west of the riverbank and prepare for an ambush.

Luo Fugui blinked his triangular eyes and looked at the "fake soldiers" beside him who were wearing security uniforms.

A large group of people were digging holes and laying mines in the ground.

"Who are you trying to trick?"

"There are a large number of puppet troops sweeping the north, and we plan to give them a fierce blow."

The voice seemed familiar.

Xiong was a little confused, and buried mines to hide the puppet troops sweeping from the north.
puppet army?

Damn it, am I not a puppet soldier now?
Am I laying a landmine to harm myself?
I felt something was wrong, like I was a member of the Eighth Route Army: "Wait, which unit are you from?"

"Autonomous Army Guard Battalion." The man who was busy burying mines replied unhappily.

"Guard Battalion? You are from the Guard Battalion, then what about me... then what about me?" Luo Fugui was confused.

"You, you are not from the division?" The monkey turned around suddenly and saw a tower-like figure: "Mule?"

"Damn monkey, why are you here?"

"You scared me so much, why are you coming back again?"

Captain Kong, who had been following Luo Fugui, was full of admiration.

He recognized the garrison uniform.

Captain Luo has great powers and has friends wherever he goes. (End of this chapter)