Gunshots came faintly in the southwest direction.

Above the vanguard walking on the ridge was a veteran, holding up Cao Changjing, who had borrowed from the little red tassel, and looking around.

After a while, he spoke: "The distance is too far, and nothing can be seen."

"Hey, it seems like a machine gun, uh, three shots, what's the situation?" After the militia leading the way fought, they learned to distinguish the difference between machine rifle sounds.

"There is something weird..." The veteran put down his telescope. It is rare that there is only machine gun sound but no rifle sound in the battle.

The militia asked: "Can they be dirty faces?"

The veteran shook his head: "You ask me? I can't see this again, I know nothing..."

"Then...we'll go back and report it quickly?"

"Do you think you are just the wind? Chief Hu is not far behind, so you can definitely hear it..."

Dada da... Dada da... Dada da... Dada...

Then there were three more gunfires and gunfires.

"It's them that have dirty faces, it must be them!" The veteran smiled: "It's not a fucking battle with the Japanese. They want to confirm whether we are in this area..."

There were plenty of bullets in the pocket, and the militia was also excited: "Why don't we fire two shots to respond?"

"Looking at this gunfire, you must be at least seven or eight miles away. Don't shoot the guns blindly. Chief Hu and the others will deal with it." The veteran shook his head and thought for a while: "We have to run faster and see clearly in front..."

Bang...bang...bang...bang...

Three crisp rifle gunshots came from behind, followed by two more times.

Four Japanese men fled in a panic after they went down the valley.

The Tu Eighth Route Army behind him was shooting two or three miles away. Although his accuracy was ridiculously bad, what if he was blinded by the Tu Eighth Route Army?

Thinking of this, hurry up and speed up.

After dark, even if there is moonlight, there is no problem getting rid of the Eighth Route Army behind us.

Because he ran in the eastward valley.

There was no way to hear the rifle gunshots coming again from the ridge of the northeast.

The Japanese thought that the Eighth Route Chaser behind them was angry and even fired the rifle...

...

The light in the valley is getting worse and worse.

There are dense footprints on the ground, and at least it must be left by a team of hundreds of people.

"These footprints heading north should be left by friendly troops when they came..." Li Laoba looked dark: "The Japanese are so cunning, they actually use these footprints!"

"It's a pity that it's almost dark and I can't see the details."

"He couldn't have disappeared without a trace..."

"There are two possibilities now. One is that this guy, this bastard, followed these footprints and rushed back north, or this guy was hiding nearby!"

"How come there will be clues...or we lit the torch... Otherwise... we can only wait until dawn tomorrow..."

"Our purpose is to find the advance team, and we cannot light the torch..."

"That guy might have discovered us long ago..."

"He found us right! But we want him to think we didn't know that he found us..."

"Your words are too difficult to understand..."

"Uh, he will definitely find the Japanese to advance into the team anyway, and then underestimate us..."

"We are so angry? Do you think he will let the advance team set up an ambush?"

"In the vast mountains, we just need to run faster than them, and we are afraid that he will have a ball!"

"What if they set up an ambush?"

"With the Japanese temper, how could he do such a boring thing?"

The soldier nodded, and the eighth Route Army had to ambush because they lacked guns and bullets.

If there are too many guns and bullets, whoever climbs on the ground for most of the day without any trouble... in the end, you may not be able to hit the enemy!

A few muttered about it now.

Takahashi Ichihashi was walking south carefully, tiptoing, and his footprints completely overlapped with the messy footprints on the ground.

He picked up a pair of bad cloth shoes discarded by the National Army on the road!

At this time, his cloth shoes were upside down, with his footprints facing north, while he was walking south...

After walking a distance, a small river appeared in the valley.

Takahashi was delighted and immediately jumped into the river, walked a distance, put on military boots again.

His legs ran south like they were stepping on the Hot Wheels.

Even if the Eighth Route Army has brought the dog, he can't catch up with him now.

Soon, Takahashi Ichiro disappeared deep in the mountains to the south.

Baiyun Mountain.

When it was dark, the sound of gunfire finally stopped.

Airplanes bombard every day!

He has been attacking for more than 20 days in a row!

The team on the mountain was surrounded.

But this group of troops is still resisting stubbornly.

The Imperial Army and the Imperial Army took turns to fight, and except for leaving behind a corpse, they could not attack the mountain at all.

Obviously, the national army on the hill had sufficient ammunition.

Deep in the mountains, except for the decomposed 92 infantry cannons, heavy artillery cannot be transported at all.

The temporary command of the mountain village Japanese.

The face of the Grand Secretary sitting on the head was full of traces left by the smoke of gunpowder.

The assistant next to him just finished reading the telegram: "The various departments encircled and suppressed the Eighth Route Army have frequently reported good news. They have cleared the headquarters of the Tu Eighth Route Army again, and completely encircled the Eighth Route Army headquarters in She County..."

The master nodded: "As long as we can destroy this team, there will be no more established resistance troops in the entire Central Plains area east of Taihang and north of the Yellow River!"

"Report, the headquarters urgent telegram..." The messenger sent a message to the assistant of the team.

The assistant took it and said, "...it can achieve the strategic goal of shaking down the remaining enemies north of the Yellow River at all costs!"

The master grabbed the telescope on the table and went out.

Looking at the ruins of Baiyun Temple on the top of the mountain, I was fascinated by the ruins of Baiyun Temple.

Since the spring sweep, he has been leading the team to chase the soldiers behind.

The repeated persuasion failed and continued to attack for nearly a month, and finally finally surrounded these rebels in the mountainous area of ​​this area.

Continuously compress the space for this army's activity.

All are eliminated, just around the corner!

Countless pairs of eyes were staring at him!

The commander of the puppet army followed the command center to the master and showed his diligence: "How about I go and persuade him again?"

The magistrate put down his telescope, looked at the commander of the Public Security Army, and suddenly asked: "You said that if they continue to stand firm, it will definitely be annihilated. Why don't you surrender?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It should be for the last face."

The master was stunned for a moment of surprise: "Face? Is face important to live?"

If they surrender, they will lose face of the entire Northeast Army.

You also heard just now that the headquarters has issued a death order. You followed me to encircle them for a month. Do you think we can take down this mountain within three days?

The pseudo-legion commander smiled flatteringly: "Do you want to listen to the truth...or?"

"Haha, yours are too cunning, don't consider my feelings."

The pseudo-sponsor immediately became full of confidence: "It is absolutely impossible within three days."

"You don't want to participate in the offense, do you?"

"To be honest, you know our combat effectiveness. They now have an absolute advantage in geographical location, but at the same time, they are also in the Jedi. As long as they can be sieged for a long time, they can't hold on for long periods of time..."

"But I have to execute the command from the headquarters."

"I have a suggestion..."

"you say!"

"The purpose of this order from the headquarters is to clear the rebels north of the Yellow River. We might as well change our approach, and we can achieve our goal."
To be continued...