wind in the dark night

Chapter 230: Retreat is a Disaster

A rusty kettle and a few biscuits were found on Sanmin. Zhao Zhenhai took the biscuits and looked at them. "These are compressed biscuits from the American people. Deputy Captain Qi, I think this guy is not an anti-bandit. He is probably from the Kuomintang."

Qi Yue waved and called a spy over: "Notify Captain Ning immediately. There may be Kuomintang armed forces hiding in this area. Ask them to keep an eye out."

The spy ran out of the woods and rode his bicycle to report to the main force.

Qi Yue had looked at the topographic map of Maoer Mountain and knew that it was very close to the Moon Bubble. The secret sentry was most likely from the Tiger Village, but there was no other way. With so many eyes watching, he had to report truthfully.

The breath generated hot air, and there was no white frost formed by rime in an area of ​​about two centimeters above Yang Feng's face.

Noticing this detail, Qi Yue could easily make a judgment - there was someone inside!
Who could it be?
Another secret sentry in the Tiger Village?
Qi Yue said to Zhao Zhenhai, "Take the people to the front and take a look. I'll take a break."

Zhao Zhenhai led the team to search the periphery.

Yang Feng lay in the fallen leaves, not daring to move. After waiting for a while, he heard no movement outside, so he quietly pushed aside the fallen leaves and peeked out. There was no one in the forest, so he hurriedly crawled out.

Qi Yue, hiding behind a tree, watched Yang Feng pushing his bicycle away in a hurry, and could not help but be secretly surprised. Without time to think about it, he walked back and forth in the pile of fallen leaves several times, erasing the wheel marks in the forest, as well as the traces left by Yang Feng, with his feet.

"Deputy Captain Qi!"

A spy ran towards the woods.

Qi Yue stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter?"

The spy said excitedly: "Deputy Captain Qi, we caught a live person!"

"Where is the man?"

"behind!"

"Where did you catch it?"

"It was in the valley ahead. As soon as the guy showed his head, we caught him..."

As they were talking, Brother Chen, whose real name was Chen Beifa, was pushed into the woods. When he saw Sanmin's body on the ground, Chen Beifa knew that the person he met was most likely a scout sent by the enemy.

……

An hour ago.

Having drunk alcohol last night, Li Wenbiao slept till dawn. Hearing a noise coming from outside the house, he sat up from the wooden bed and listened for a while. It was the sentry who came back to change shifts.

Li Wenbiao put on his shoes, went out of the house in his coat, looked around, and asked the sentry who had just returned: "Is there anything unusual down the mountain?"

The sentry put his feet together and said, "Sir, everything is normal, no enemy detected!"

Li Wenbiao frowned and said, "I've told you so many times not to address people by their titles or address them as superiors. Why can't you remember?"

"Boss, something happened!"

The cook, Lao Feng, came running over in a panic.

"What happened?"

"The guy we caught ran away!"

"Ran?"

The room where Yang Feng was imprisoned was originally a woodshed where sundries were stored. When Old Feng was preparing to make a fire to cook, he went to the woodshed to get hay and firewood, and only then did he discover Xiao Wuzi hiding under the thatch.

Li Wenbiao came to the woodshed and asked someone to untie the rope for Xiao Wuzi. Xiao Wuzi said anxiously, "Boss, the pigeon is back!"

Li Wenbiao didn't say anything and hurried to the next room. The pigeons had indeed returned and were cooing in the cage. Lao Luo's face was covered in blood and he was lying on the ground unconscious. His life or death was unknown.

Xiao Wuzi who followed in said: "In the first half of the night, I heard pigeons cooing..."

Li Wenbiao reached into the cage, grabbed the pigeon out, and untied the information tied to the pigeon's legs. The information was a thin roll of paper, which was sealed with wax to prevent water and moisture.

After reading the intelligence, Li Wenbiao immediately ordered: "Quick, call everyone up and prepare to move! Xiao Wuzi, what are you doing standing there, hurry up!" Xiao Wuzi said: "Lao Luo..."

"Is he dead?"

"He's not dead, he can't be woken up..."

"Find two people and carry him on a stretcher!"

Li Wenbiao turned and left the room.

Chen Beifa rushed over upon hearing the noise.

The sentry chased out and said, "Boss, Sanmin is still at the foot of the mountain. What should we do?"

Li Wenbiao thought for a moment and said, "There should still be enough time to call him back."

The sentry agreed and turned to leave.

Li Wenbiao stopped him and said, "Let someone else go. You've already run up and down the mountain... Chen Beifa, you go! Remember, after you find Sanmin, don't go back to Menghuzhai. Find a place to hide first."

Soon, everyone in the Tiger Village became busy. Hundreds of armed men could not be moved at will, so they had to pack up some personal equipment, such as weapons, ammunition, food, etc.

Half an hour later, everyone was ready to go.

Li Wenbiao wore an old-style military coat of the Fengtian Army, with a 20-shot machine gun on his waist and a Zhongzheng rifle in his hand. He said loudly, "I just received news that the Japanese and puppet troops have launched a siege on Maoer Mountain in three directions. Time is running out, so I won't go into details. We are retreating to Beishan now. If we encounter the enemy on the way, don't fight. Run as far as you can. It doesn't matter if you are defeated. Just hide on the spot and come back after the storm has passed. That's all I have to say. Let's go!"

Li Wenbiao looked relaxed, but he was actually very nervous, because he knew that the carrier pigeons had returned long ago, and they had plenty of time when they moved in the first half of the night. But now it was hard to say. Judging from the time, no matter which route they took, they might encounter the enemy.

The mountain road was rugged and the marching speed was very slow. The rime gradually dissipated, and the mountains and fields were covered with white. It looked quite spectacular. The cook, Lao Feng, carried an iron pot on his back, and his eyebrows and beard were covered with white frost. He looked like an old man in his sixties or seventies.

Li Wenbiao chatted as he walked: "Old Feng, how old are you this year?"

"By the end of this month, I'll be forty-five. Hehe, my birthday is September 12th."

"You are from the Northeast Army, right?"

Li Wenbiao and Lao Feng chatted to ease everyone's tension.

Old Feng sighed, "I was the squad leader of the cook squad in the Heavy Rifle Company of the 26th Brigade of the Northeastern Army. At that time, our Northeastern Army was strong and powerful, with airplanes and artillery. It was a pity that all of them were left to the Japanese. Alas, the soldiers were incompetent, and the generals were incompetent. There was nothing we could do!"

Li Wenbiao said: "Brigade Commander Xing is great."

"Yes. Our Brigade Commander Xing is a great guy. The Japanese sent people to persuade us to surrender, but they were scolded back by Brigade Commander Xing. It happened in Binjiang that year. I remember it clearly. We fought with the Japanese for two days and two nights. The heavy gun company was lucky and shot down a plane with an anti-aircraft machine gun. Unfortunately, we had no reinforcements, and the bullets became less and less. The casualties became more and more. Later, we were dispersed, and no one knew where Brigade Commander Xing went..."

When talking about the past, Lao Feng was filled with emotion.

As he spoke, he glanced and saw a gun barrel sticking out from the hillside, with the muzzle pointed at Li Wenbiao. From the way Li Wenbiao was dressed, it was obvious that he was the leader. The enemy sniper had already chosen the target.

"Boss, be careful!"

Old Feng pushed Li Wenbiao away with all his strength.

boom!
Gunshots were fired.

The bullet pierced the iron pot and knocked Lao Feng down.

Li Wenbiao shouted: "There is an ambush, get down!"

Before he could finish his words, bullets came raining down on him, and people in the Tiger Camp were shot and fell to the ground one after another. There was nothing they could do about it. Failure to see the intelligence in time meant that the retreat was doomed to be a disaster.

Li Wenbiao raised his hand and fired two shots back, then quickly crawled over to check on Lao Feng's injuries: "Lao Feng, how are you? Where are you hurt?"

Blood was flowing from the corner of Lao Feng's mouth. He coughed slightly. The bullet hit a vital part. His eyesight was gradually blurred. In his last moments, he struggled to say the last word: "Run——"

(End of this chapter)