The gunfire was rapid on the ridge.

Scattered gunfire sounds came from both sides of the valley.

The guard posts that were reconnaissance on both wings also hit the Japanese.

Jin Shanchuan was frightened by the rapid gasping, and the fatigue caused by the continuous march made his legs tremble uncontrollably.

He was once a powerful man and would rather be heartbroken for the party and the country.

Without a foundation, he tried his best to climb up. Slowly, after he was in a high position, he found that the upper class was intrigue for their own interests.

At that time, too much blood was stained on his hands.

Not only the Eighth Route...

There are also places where money is used to kill the gentry...

There are even secretly killing colleagues who compete with me...

The Eighth Route Army was driven away and disappeared.

But if you want to stay in the place again, you will sooner or later be assassinated by your enemies you offended before.

After having money, I began to cherish my life. I spent a lot of money to save my life. I successfully got into the army through many relationships.

Unfortunately, there are worlds where there are people, and the army is still a solid piece of mind. Apart from being able to save lives, no one will miss him, an outsider.

Slowly, my heart began to feel unwilling again.

Either continue to be silent and become a rich man or fight for the best!

He chose the latter, using his special identity as the military commander and desperately looking for a feeling of existence.

He knew very well that it would be possible if he could not suppress these big-headed soldiers, be shot in black or even be buried alive in sacks in the middle of the night!

Going to the battlefield was originally a big shot, but he never dreamed that as a "military supervisor", he would have time to go to the battlefield!

My mood was as gray as the dark clouds that had been following in the sky.

With the help of both hands, dragged his tired legs and followed the guard to retreat north...

As soon as I reached the hillside, gunfire sounds came from the top of the ridge again...

The deputy chief of staff was hiding behind a stone looking at his watch.

He hurried over and leaned against the stone to breathe.

The deputy staff officer's face became serious: "Time is coming soon, start the computer immediately...continue to contact..."

It is already a life-and-death moment, and it is useless to save batteries...

The radio indicator light began to flash, and a series of radio waves quickly spread out deep in the mountains.

"Report, 106 calls..."

"read..."

"Our troops are surrounded by Baiyun Temple and fight hard against enemies six times ours. We can't get out of our hands for the time being, so don't move closer to our troops..."

"What did you say?" The deputy chief of staff was stunned.

Zhang Weimin next to him held a telescope and observed carefully, and kept giving orders from his mouth.

After a while, I took off the steel helmet above my head, and then turned the telescope back to the top of the ridge behind me.

He knew in his heart that the vanguard squad on the southern ridge... had all been loyal to the Party and the country!

The voice of the deputy chief of staff came into his ears: "Bath Commander Zhang, I order you that you must regain the mountain no matter what!"

"Yes!" Zhang Weimin agreed and immediately ordered the messenger next to him: "The first row moves to the left wing, the second row spreads to the right wing, and the third row serves as a reserve team, and take down the mountain at all costs..."

After giving the order, Zhang Weimin felt bitter: What can he do after taking the mountain?

Hold on to the death?

Or break through?

Originally, I thought that the Eighth Route Army blocked the Japanese pursuers in the north, but I did not object to the act of destroying the bridges and turning against others across the river.

I helped the Eighth Route Army for a while, and the Eighth Route Army rescued the staff members, which was considered equal.

And now, are you still embarrassed to ask someone to come and rescue him again?

The Eighth Route Army has always held grudges, so how easy they can talk to?

Now that the southern base cannot be returned, the world is so big, it seems that there is no place for you to settle down!

Unless...withdrawn south of the Yellow River!

However, without receiving the war zone order, even if the commanders at all levels are withdrawn, commanders at all levels will have to go to the military court!

And his brothers will be included in the suicide squad as cannon fodder without any suspense...

Once upon a time, the death squad was also synonymous with heroism.

Not many people knew that facing positional battles was precise shooting by the Japanese army, and suicide squads were almost inevitable death squads!

He had heard of a unit that could only "fight" very much. In a certain war, eight groups of suicide squads were killed. The process was tragic and the scalp was tingling when reading the briefing. In the end, friendly forces had difficulty in winning the battle and reinforcements at critical moments. The results of the post-war statistics were the only living slumber who was stunned by the shells and could not survive three days in the field hospital!

The telescope turned west, and a team of Japanese soldiers appeared quietly one mile away, unable to see the number of people.

One mile east of the valley, another Japanese team flew together to build positions on the spot...

If there is still a chance to attack the attack, the Japanese have built a position and rushed forward at this time, just to die. The entire company will probably not be able to defeat the Japanese...

This is how people are. They have been defeated for a long time and subconsciously believe that their opponents are strong.

The Ninth Battalion, which was full of wounded soldiers, dared to attack the Japanese positions, and in terms of weapons, it was even less than that of the Zhang Weimin Company, which accounted for one-third of the submachine guns.

At least, the Nine Camp soldiers subconsciously never thought that the Japanese were very powerful.

The Japanese label is short legs, short people, and the overall shooting level is high...

There are actually not many people in the Ninth Battalion who have high shooting skills. Many of them fire bullets that are not even as good as those that friendly forces usually train!

The Ninth Camp is completely a hyena. If you can't beat it, you run away. If you really can't run, you will fight with your opponent. If you are too anxious, you will also show a sense of ruthlessness. Even if your opponent is a lion, you will dare to do it!

They even disdain to those rat-like guys in the security army and the reconnaissance team.

Therefore, the Ninth Camp is different from many troops on the plains. The superiors have no orders and the Japanese will not take the initiative to shoot artillery towers and provoke Japanese.

After eating and drinking, he lie in his hyena kennel and licks the wound on his body.

Ma Liang didn't think that his class could compete with the spy group.

Explosions came from time to time from the position near the top of the ridge.

Occasionally, I can look at it.

Crazy Yang suddenly spoke: "Can you leave?"

Ma Liang was stunned for a moment: "I can leave, but I don't know if you can leave..."

"Can you leave?"

"Why?"

"The Japanese are obviously testing, they must have one trick..." Yang Crazy finally put up a complete sentence.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The Japanese will definitely let the plane come. Do we all know this?"

"Take it for granted..."

"What's the meaning?"

The big dog next to him shook his head: "What he meant is: I thought I could not tell the Japanese military uniform, and the Japanese could not tell the difference. It was purely a dream... They have their own contact information..."

Ma Liang was stunned for a moment: "My surname is Yang, can you speak well..."

"I'm used to it..." Yang Crazyman shook his head and suddenly stood up.

Ma Liang was about to ask again when a roar came from the east.

Liu Manhe was shouting anxiously: "Move faster... hurry up and send the things down, otherwise it will be too late..."

A semi-finished "raftcoat" made of shrubs, mountain vines and thatch were sent to the lower edge position.

"Others hide immediately..." Liu Manhe was not old and was calm in command.

A large area of ​​gray shadows on the mountain put a semi-finished straw raincoat on its body, drilling thatch and entering the shrubs.

Wang Yinzhi threw a bundle of thatch to Yang Qianzi and quickly covered it up...

Xu Xiaomei was one of the few people who had finished knitting the wardrobe. She looked at Wang Yinzhi's back and spat: "Dogs can't change their food!"

Tang Xiaowei was covered with a strange thatched straw raincoat. It was obvious at first glance that this thing could not shelter from the wind or rain, but it was indeed a good thing.

To be precise, this is not called a straw raincoat at all, it is more appropriate to call it a weed blanket.

The spy company commander personally covered him with a straw raincoat and told him: "When the plane is approaching in the sky, don't move. When the plane flies away, take the opportunity to throw more grenades and don't throw grenades. Do you understand?"

“Why?”

The company commander patiently explained: "Because the grenade farts will smoke..."
To be continued...