"Report to Staff Liu, the Japanese have a radio station, and are sending out signals in a dense manner. There are three sources of information!" The Japanese plane dived again and pulled it to the north. The radio operator shouted at Liu Jianghe not far away.

"What does it mean?" Liu Manhe was stunned for a moment.

"This time the Japanese devils should have installed a radio station. It is impossible for him to use two at the same time. It is basically certain that the Japanese devils in the north have a radio station..." The radio operator reported again.

"Ah, do you still understand this thing?" The big dog's voice came from behind a pile of thatched grass.

"Don't talk..." Yang Fengzi, who was hiding next to the big dog, spoke to stop him.

The radio operator next to him immediately explained: "It's just the most basic radio direction finding technology..."

After the radio operator finished speaking, he took the message handed over by the radio operator hidden in the same vertical crack.

After a while, he screamed strangely: "No, the Deputy Chief of Staff and others were surrounded by the Japanese..."

...

Before the thirty-odd Japanese had time to rush to the ridge, they had to retreat northward in panic.

Behind them, a group of national soldiers were submachine guns, and the Czech muzzles kept spewing out flames.

The Japanese in the security forces are not weak in combat.

But compared with the Kuomintang soldiers equipped with automatic weapons, they are completely at a disadvantage.

No matter how accurate the gun is, it cannot withstand the charge of many people holding charge machine guns and firing intensively.

The grenades thrown by the Japanese did blow up many charges of the National Army soldiers.

But there are too many national soldiers on the mountain!

The invincible Japanese discovered that not all Chinese soldiers would tremble under their guns!

The Japanese lieutenant who led the team made a mistake. The only one who came up the mountain was the Japanese vanguard squad. Although many of the Japanese behind had strong tactical awareness, many of them could no longer meet the requirements of the main force due to injuries. They were ordered to retire before they were transferred to the security forces.

Otherwise, he would not have been directly removed when he was chasing Zhang Weiminlian.

After another shot on the forehead, the fifteen Japanese devils on the ridge were completely turned into corpses.

The company commander who led the team to recover the mountain ridge ordered: "Collect ammunition..."

A soldier muttered, "Everyone is used to using this thing..."

Although his subordinates took back the mountain ridge this time and paid more than 30 casualties, the company commander was in a good mood and explained: "Although the guard battalion is not short of ammunition, one shot will be reduced by one shot. Who knows if there will be just a few bullets at a critical moment?"

"Hehe, company commander, you told him that this gun can be sold for 200 yuan on the black market. Whoever picks it up will belong to whom I promise they will fight..."

"So, according to what you said, isn't the Cao Changjing hidden in your bag the one you will belong to?" The company commander kicked over and said, "Hurry it over. I have to borrow it from the battalion commander to use a telescope until now. You platoon leader are bigger than my subject?"

Jin Shanchuan ran desperately, sweating all over, and kept falling down, struggling to get up and climb to the top of the mountain with difficulty.

His chest was undulating like a bellows. Seeing the deputy chief of staff holding a telescope, Zhang Weimin commanded the soldiers next to him to rescue the wounded, gasping for urging: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and breaking north!"

Zhang Weimin picked up a charge machine gun, and his stern eyes were unkind under the steel helmet: "If you interfere with the command again, I will beat you into a hornet's nest now!"

Jin Shanchuan's face froze: "There are Japanese on both sides of the valley, and there are fewer Japanese in the north at present. If you don't leave, it will be too late..."

Zhang Weimin sarcastically said, "Since you are so anxious? Then should you take someone away first?"

Jin Shanchuan's face turned pale: "You..."

"If you want to survive, shut up!"

Zhang Weimin knew that what the surname Jin said actually had some truth.

The Japanese have just retreated and have no time to establish a position. At this time, the best opportunity is to rush north.

But...what after rushing down?

He probably understood the idea of ​​the Deputy Chief of Staff. The military headquarters was besieged by the Japanese and lost contact, and the possibility of radio damage could be basically ruled out.

It is very likely that the military headquarters was also taken down by the Japanese!

However, Li Tie was still resisting on his head, but refused to go there, and there must be hidden information in the middle.

As for what happened, no one knows!

In just a few days, the situation took a sharp turn. If Li Tietou fails, Lingchuan and the surrounding counties will fall into the hands of the Japanese. From then on, in the north of the Yellow River in the Central Plains, all of them will fall into the hands of the Japanese invaders, except for the Eighth Route Army, which are still fighting guerrillas!

When the radio starts up, contact the theater command!

"Report, I've tried it before, the war zone has changed its password..."

"Invention code..."

Bee bee bee bee...

After a while, the radio operator ran to the deputy chief of staff: "Report, the theater of war unified reply: order the troops to be stranded, scattered behind enemy lines, and deal with the enemy guerrillas..."

Staff Wei next to him sighed: "In the past two years...every time an army is defeated, the war zone sends this content..."

Fighting guerrilla? Jinshanchuan next to him lit up. He was familiar with the situation near the station and immediately stepped forward: "Brother has an opinion, I don't know if it should be said or not..."

"If you have farts, just let it go..."

"Since we can't go back for the time being, why not go west to Taiyue to fight guerrilla..."

"Does it seem that you are not worried at all if something happened to the military headquarters?"

"I have never been able to contact the military headquarters now. If we were worried that we could solve the problem, we would have been 'worrying' to the general headquarters for a long time!"

The deputy chief of staff raised his head and looked at the valley to the north calmly: "Follow the ridge to the west, enter the plain, and then find a way to go to Taiyue..."

He was not afraid of Jin Shanchuan. As long as he waved his hand, these three people would disappear immediately. He was not willing to meet his former rival Eighth Route Army.

The way is different, it is not about making a plan!

Towards the east is the former New Fifth Army Defense Zone. If the New Fifth Army surrenders to the Japanese, it is absolutely impossible for him to go back.

Now, there is actually only the only option to go west.

As long as it persists until dark, it should not be difficult to get rid of the Japanese pursuers behind...

The deputy chief of staff did not think that the Japanese who appeared around would be elite like the advancing team.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After all, Zhang Weimin can get rid of the wounded soldiers...

A squad in front served as a vanguard, and the team behind carried more than a dozen stretchers.

The deputy chief of staff's eyes passed through several ridges, and the planes on the other side were still buzzing and circling.

He held the message in his hand and there were two other messages under it. One of them was: stick to it and provide the exact location.

The second part: Our department’s reinforcements arrived at dark...

The telegram was torn into pieces of nails, and it drifted away with the mountain wind.

The ridge to the south.

The mountain wind blew and made the bushes rustle.

A smell of burnt meat came from the thatch.

After rolling down the mountain, the soldier climbed up again, Wushen's eyes were staring blankly at the bodies of his comrades.

Everyone has long and narrow holes left by bayonets.

Perhaps the Japanese extinguished the fire in order to carry away the dead Japanese corpse.

Perhaps it was the blood from the comrades who blew out the dead branches and leaves ignited by the grenade...

He knew that the Japanese did not search for him at the foot of the mountain because the Japanese were very busy now and were heading north to pursue the battalion commander...

That's why I was lucky enough to save my life.

The comrades on the ground still stared at the sky with big eyes, feeling unwilling to accept it...

He dragged his comrades together, pulled some dead grass, and picked up a lot of dry shrub branches.

He took out the match, ignited it, and threw it into the dead grass.

Soon, the dead grass began to burn...

Watching the crackling sound of the forest fires, taking off his helmet to salute, murmured: "Squad Leader Wu... Dog Yuan... Jiang Erwa... Wai Jue... Tianshi... Bottomless pit..."

"As long as I don't die, I will burn paper for you every Qingming Festival, and I will definitely avenge you..."

"I won't let the Japanese pay you my life, I won't be a human being..."

"You must bless me...don't let me die too quickly..."

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid that no one will burn paper for you in the future and no one will buy you wine..."

A large snot was bulging out. The soldier raised his arms and wiped his sleeves, covering his face: "I will definitely keep an eye on your pension. When I have money in the future, I will build a big tomb bag for you. It will definitely be bigger than the big tomb bag dug by Sun..."

"You guys wait!" The soldier raised his rifle and fired a shot into the sky.

Bang...

Pulling the bolt...

Bang...

Pull the bolt again...
Chapter completed!