In the mountains.

A team of more than ten people was walking in the valley.

The earth-blue military uniform means they are all soldiers.

The tattered military uniform that had not been washed for many days showed a embarrassment.

The team climbed up a ridge again, and the vanguards on the ridge were happy, looking at the team that followed, and whispered to the young officers in the team: "There are people in the valley..."

"The vanguard will reconnaissance first, and others will be alerted outside. I will go over and see. There may be survivors..."

Following the team continues to move forward.

In the valley.

A large group of people with upper body naked were sweating profusely, cleaning up the burned shed.

Rows of corn buds that were more than a century long appeared on the cleared open space where the ruins were ruined.

Some ordinary people wove the cut shrubs and vines into half a human-high fences to prevent small animals from ruining seedlings.

The small open space between the shrubs is full of traps to capture small animals.

Rocks built up the middle of the courtyard wall that was close to the high, and a few wild boars rushed back and forth inside.

As long as the problems of food and various materials can be solved, it is not difficult to survive in the mountains.

On the road to clearing the land, the old bandit Qi could not catch up with Captain Qin, who was born in the field...

However, it was not the two of them who really took the lead.

The mountain people are the masters of the mountains.

The cave on the hillside was cleared out as a place for soldiers to sleep at night.

The old bandit Qi was very suspicious that he had really returned to his years as a bandit.

Although the mountain people were poor, they looked down on the non-staff team of the Ninth Camp very much.

They had no intention of living in a cave on the hillside. In the morning, they had to walk for half an hour to work on the land that was opened at the foot of the mountain.

Time is not a problem, the key is that walking such a distance is not a waste of effort?

If you have this skill, it is better to build a shed next to the ground.

During this period, the old bandit Qi went out early and returned late, and wandered around the nearby mountains.

Friendly battlefield hospitals were surrounded and killed and killed. Following Hu Yi's arrangements, he took people here to take root. Naturally, he had to be familiar with the terrain first.

A soldier hurried to the mountainside: "Report to the captain, a small reconnaissance team of the National Army appeared in the south, with more than ten people coming to Huangqiu Cave..."

Old bandit Qi thought for a while: "Run faster, ask Captain Qin to arrange people, set up an ambush on the road, arrest them all, and I will arrive later..."

The old bandit Qi knew that he could run in the mountains, and few correspondents who were born as a mountain citizen could run.

In the valley to the south.

The Kuomintang army kept approaching Huangqiu Cave, where there should have been a warning post... no one was at all.

The leading young officer had a very bad premonition in his heart.

After more than a month, as we came here, we knew from the defeated soldiers who were almost becoming savages that a group of people occupied Huangqiu Cave.

The young officer calmed down his mind and looked at the vast mountains.

Bypassing the ridge in front, the field hospital is the base...

The team continues to move forward.

"Stop, don't move, whoever moves, kills whoever moves!" A team of more than thirty people jumped out of the bushes next to him, and the black muzzle in his hand looked like the eye of death.

The soldiers of the Kuomintang looked for cover on the spot, but fortunately, the other party did not shoot directly without discrimination.

One of the ridges was shouting: "Let down your weapon immediately..."

Seeing that the other party was wearing a variety of clothes and actually had Eighth Route Army uniforms, a small number of people were wearing patched clothes of ordinary people.

Most people hold guns in their hands, machine guns are still installed on a certain stone, and several people hold grenades in their hands...

The leading young officer instead breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Which part of you are from?"

Captain Qin saw that the other party was now in the encirclement, and it was only a matter of time before he wanted to eliminate them.

He waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, if you don't want to die, put down your weapons and speak..."

If you don’t do what the other party said, you will definitely not be able to get it. The young officer waved his hand to signal the soldiers beside you not to be nervous: "Don’t get it wrong, let’s come to the battlefield hospital..."

"Repeat again and put down your weapon immediately, otherwise... don't blame us for being polite..."

...

In midsummer, it seems colder than the coldest days of the Nine.

More than 2,000 people in the field hospital were buried here.

The young officer took off his military cap and knelt on the ground with one leg on the ground, his eyes were red and he cried...

At the last moment, the military doctor in the field hospital who hid in the mountains and survived by chance stood beside the soldiers kneeling all over the ground.

The military doctor's face was expressionless and tears had already flowed.

The barren mountains under the sun seem to lose their temperature.

The mountain people not far away looked up at the situation on the big grave, while busy with their work.

In the eyes of the mountain people, the crops in the field are their hope.

As long as the crops are still growing, they can continue to live in the mountains.

The old bandit Qi did not make things difficult for these "Loyal and Righteous National Saving Army" soldiers who came to find a battlefield hospital.

The young officer spoke sincerely: "Thank you for putting your brothers in peace."

"You don't have to thank me, most of them were buried by the Japanese puppet troops."

The young officer was a little embarrassed: "It's hard to break the life. Except for the commander, I will not tell anyone else that you are here..."

Old Bie Qi curled his lips: "You can do whatever you want."

"Look, can you give this place to us? The commander plans to arrange someone to build a loyal soul tomb for his brother..."

The old bandit Qi sarcastically said, "Forget it, you have all surrendered the devil who killed them and made accomplices for the tiger. I think... the thousands of brothers buried here would rather be lonely ghosts than enter the tomb you built..."

The young officer did not respond to the sarcasm of the old bandit Qi, but nodded sincerely: "With you staying here, brothers should be able to feel at ease..."

The old bandit Qi suddenly spoke: "I know why I didn't attack you?"

"consult?"

"When you go back, tell the person surnamed Pang that as long as the person wearing the five-color hat badge dares to step into the mountain, he will never stop until he dies."

The young officer was silent for a while. Until now, he didn't know the name in front of him, and he didn't even tell him.

In fact, they are the Eighth Route Army or other identities, and what does it have to do with themselves?

He bowed: "Thank you for your deceased brothers. If you have any requests, as long as you send someone to Xinxiang to say it, I will do my best to meet your requirements."

"Okay, get me 100,000 kilograms of grain..." Old Bie Qi is not a pedantic person.

"In half a month, I will arrange for someone to be sent to the foot of the mountain..." The young officer did not hesitate at all: "I thought of a few incense sticks on the cave..."

"If you think you have the face, you can..."

The young officer, with his disarmed subordinates, asked for his luggage and backpack and began to climb up the hillside.

If what the military doctor said was true, in just half a month, the defeated soldiers would rebuild a brand new station here.

The one with the surname Qi was obviously a defeated soldier. To be precise, this place is actually more like a bandit village.

Things were a bit strange. There were even ordinary people, and the number of ordinary people was more than the number of defeated soldiers.

He was not stupid and quickly figured out the actual situation here, because only the Eighth Route Army will take the people...

Then, this should be the base of the Eighth Route Army.

He was a little curious about how the defeated soldiers would get together with the Eighth Route Army.

One of his subordinates muttered in a low voice: "Young Commander, I think those defeated soldiers are mostly pretending to be Eighth Route Army..."

The young officer nodded: "That should be."

His subordinates carefully suggested: "It's really abominable that the eighth route of the country has seized our territory. Should we send someone to grab it back?"

The young commander shook his head: "Don't forget our current identity. With them guarding here, the dead brothers can at least feel at ease..."

When he was about to reach the entrance of the cave, the sentry with a gun was alert. He immediately shouted: "Who are you?"

The activity was in the enemy-occupied area, and warnings were arranged day and night. The people in the cave were soldiers sleeping during the day on night shifts.

The young commander who came over squeezed a smile on his face: "Let's bring incense to the dead brothers..."

The guard post was on the ridge with the help of a telescope, and had long seen the scene at the foot of the mountain. He guessed a little in his mind, raised his hand and pointed to a cemetery beside him: "If you want to burn incense, go there, there is a tombstone there..."

The Eighth Route Army is indeed fast.
Chapter completed!