The crescent moon reflects the glimmer of light, but it cannot illuminate the darkness in the narrow valley.

On the north bank of the river, a group of wet people tiptoed to the shore. The panting mule half-pulled and half-carried Hu Yi to the shore, dragging and dragging him, rolling and crawling on the shore, lying in the bushes, with a gasp.

A group of people were naked and shivering slightly in the summer mountain breeze. They wrung their clothes and put them on again. The little girl pulled out of the mule's bag and got into the bushes.

The group looked back and saw that when they crossed the river, they were washed downstream by the river, and they were taken two or three hundred meters. When they drifted past the river surface where Chen Chong and the Japanese shot each other, bullets were roaring and flying above their heads.

The Japanese and Chen Chong and Pan Zhuzi were still fighting desperately, and they didn't notice the messy black shadows in the river.

"Count the number of people!" Ding De ordered Li Xiang in a daze, and he was easy to use this place.

Li Xiang immediately started counting the heads, and he was good at this.

"Fox, what's wrong with you? Let's be angry!" The girl who changed her clothes, wearing a big red robe, groped with grace on Hu Yi who was lying on his back on the ground gasping for breath.

Seeing that he had touched the armed belt, Hu Yi quickly reached out and grabbed the claws, but he touched his shoulders and back with pain, moaning: "Hey, don't touch it. The Japanese bombarded me just now and the roof was smashed on his back again!"

"I've been smashed again?" The girl was dejected and slowly pulled her hands back, stagnating in the darkness.

More than a hundred meters upstream, his eyes widened with bloodshot eyes across the river. Chen Chong and Pan Zhuzi were excited and fell into silence, staring at the Japanese nervously in a daze.

The black shadow floating in the river just now was not discovered by the Japanese opposite. He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately called the soldiers to reduce the shooting density, got up and touched downstream.

Until now, the ammunition is sufficient. He brought a lot of money when he set off, and nearly half of the casualties were killed and injured. The bullets were evenly released and replenished into the bullet boxes of the soldiers behind.

Pan Zhuzi was pressing bullets into the gun, and there was only one squad left in the platoon, with nearly half of the casualties, and several more soldiers were lifted away. Now, the base-based squad leader is charged.

The Japanese engineers on the other side of the river mixed with infantry camps. The bonfire was still burning, but the Japanese all hid in the bushes behind the bonfire. Behind the stones, the gunshots of the Eighth Routes on the opposite side became sparse, and it seemed that the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Routes was not very good. of!

The lieutenant who chased out of the village stood in the darkness of the bushes by the river, frowning deeply, and was slapping his subordinates in the face.

There was no one on the Eighth Route Army's position and disappeared out of thin air. It is said that the Eighth Route Army can reach heaven and earth, and it is indeed well-known.

"Report, footprints of the Eighth Route Army were found by the river. The Eighth Route Army... Maybe... they swam across the river!" A Japanese man came to report.

The lieutenant's palm was slightly painful, and he rubbed it for a while, and breathed evenly: "Eight grids... Immediately wander upwards, put off the torch, and cross the river!"

"Hai...but if you don't lose your equipment, you will sink into the bottom of the river?" The sergeant did not dare to caress his face, but had to suggest it.

The lieutenant roared: "Didn't you teach me to cross the river with an empty kettle during training? Are you full-minded women's thighs and chests? Huh? What are you thinking?"

"Hay? Thank you for your guidance from the lieutenant." The sergeant no longer felt wronged about being beaten, so he turned to look at the ferry: "But why don't the engineers go over?"

The lieutenant stared at the sergeant and blinked a few times, suddenly stood up, raised his hand and slapped him again, and pointed at the sergeant's nose: "Bastard, at this time? What you have to think about is to cross the river, the engineers need to build a bridge, they pass by Is the river fart useful? If you don’t act, I will chop you up!”

The sergeant stood at the scene, looked at the lieutenant with rich expressions, and in the light of the torch, his face showed a look of admiration.

He shivered and quickly asked the Japanese to empty the kettle. After a while of rushing, he finished packing up. The four kettles were tied together and a Japanese tethered them. It was just enough for a class of Japanese devils to form a group and rigged each other.

A safety rope prevents the dissipation of the river.

Everything was about to stop. The military officer carefully observed the terrain and was slapped in the face by the lieutenant again: "Can't you look at it well? There are no Eighth Route Forces here!"

A new palm print appeared on the face of the sergeant, and immediately slapped the Japanese soldier who was tying the torch and ordered him to extinguish the torch.

The lieutenant looked at the Japanese and crept upstream and slowly fumbled forward. He immediately ordered the commanders to convey orders to the engineers by the river, so that they could be careful that the people in the river were their own people.

The lieutenant immediately ordered the remaining subordinates to put the crooked handle on and pull the grenade launcher away, staring at the occasional muzzle flames of the Tuo Eighth Route Army who fought with the engineers downstream of the other side.

The Japanese soldiers and soldiers slowly touched the riverside, and simply blocked the muzzle with cloth strips. A group of Japanese soldiers slowly got down the river like ducks, holding the rifle in one hand, and the butt was crooked and tilted upwards.

, the standards were established, and the Japanese were connected by safety ropes and slowly drifted downstream by the river.

The soldiers were hanging the kettle onto their bodies, standing up the rifle, pulling out the strips, rolling up some cotton that they got from some unknown place and starting to poke into the barrel.

Hu Yi had a dark face, under the faint moonlight, looking at Political Commissar Ding who was squatting beside him, and his tired face suddenly showed a faint bitter smile: "We should succeed. We should retreat after blocking the Japanese for so long."

"What did you say? Retreat?" Ding Deyi didn't understand Hu Yi's suggestion: "Now we have the advantage of terrain. The Japanese want to cross the river, but there is no gate!"

"We have successfully dragged the Japanese for so long... If the Japanese really advanced, maybe it was the group that Wang Erniu and the others met in the afternoon. There must be a radio station between the Japanese. Then, the Japanese are so anxious to advance, which means that the Japanese are advancing.

It is entirely possible that the team has already arrived near the division headquarters."

"So, what do you think?"

"I don't have any idea, the water comes and the soil covers it. Since the Japanese target is the division headquarters, we have to recruit the teams together, reinforce the division headquarters at full speed, go to the division headquarters to gather the main force, and then make the next plan."

Bang, with a sound of the kettle falling to the ground, a figure came over from the darkness, and made Political Commissar Ding stagger. Chen Chong rushed over quickly, and he didn't care about seeing him squatting on the ground and opening his gun barrel. He spoke directly

: "Political commissar, company commander, the Japanese are here! Swimming through the river!"

The political commissar and Hu Yi who were lying squatting and lying in a squat instantly flipped over and stared at the dark night into the river without blinking.

"We set up a secret whistle by the river. I just came back and if there was no one behind you, the black guys in the river should be all Japanese, and there are about a dozen, and they should also get ashore from here later."

"I don't know... Should I laugh now?" Ding Deyi suddenly turned around and asked Hu Yi. Many places on the river bank were steep river banks. In this river bay, there were only a few places that could reach ashore.

It is a pleasure to come here too.

Looking at the unshaven face of the political commissar, Hu Yi moved his shoulders and drove away his fatigue with pain. He also smiled. Although his smile was very light, he reached out to straighten the military cap on his head, and began to buckle it neatly.

Wear watery clothes, and then adjust the length meticulously to feel the elasticity and tightness, so meticulously that you don’t speak.

Finally, he looked up and frowned: "Since the Japanese are going to swim across the river, hehe, there are no ferries now, so they should all rush here. The Japanese must be watching on the other side, and they will definitely cover firepower and knock down the people who cross the river.

The rest of the people... look at the arrangement. Uh, in addition, you went over to tell Pan Zhuzi, let him take people there, be careful of concealment, and let them ignore the guys in the river... Take good care of the ghosts on the other side of the river

That's it."
Chapter completed!