Ma Liang lay in the grass holding a telescope, his face extremely ugly.

Staring at the messy puppet troops not far away.

After watching for a while, he said, "The puppet army has had an internal strife!"

The student next to him muttered: "Now the puppet army blocked the road into the mountain. In my opinion, let's take a detour..."

"The detour should take at least one more day."

"The superiors asked us to send the food to Lingqiu Squadron. If they came here, we would be in trouble..."

On the hillside behind the two, there were dense crowds of people squatting, and there were soldiers and more common people.

Ma Liang shook his head: "It is impossible for us to hide our whereabouts completely!"

The student next to him sighed deeply, feeling that he was almost collapsed.

The puppet troops in the south continued to advance northward to sweep a train carrying grain.

I walked from last night to the present with my food on my back. I was about to enter the mountain, but I didn't expect that I almost ran into this group of puppet troops.

I heard that the puppet troops in the ditch ahead were seven or eight hundred.

The students in the ditch and the guerrilla soldiers squatted in the bushes, looking nervously at Ma Liang lying on the top of the slope.

The expression on his face was complicated, excited and worried.

One hand tightly holds the rifle in his hand and the other hand holds the food bag placed beside him.

Ma Liang turned his head, looked at the students behind one by one, and finally waved his hand to continue to keep quiet.

...

The staff officer's face was grim: "Now the imperial army is powerful, and everyone knows the situation in the mountains. Captain Zhang wants to take us into the mountains to fight guerrillas, but he is just to die..."

Seeing the guards lowering their guns, the staff officer felt relieved: "As long as the green mountains are there, we are not afraid of burning, we must keep a useful body..."

After saying something, no longer pointed at himself. The staff member was relieved and waved his arms: "If there is a brother who is willing to go into the mountains to fight guerrilla warfare, I, Zhao, will never stop me, but I will agree first. If I starve to death, I can't control it. But if I have faith, I will cut off my brothers' life... No matter who it is, I will never agree..."

Someone next to him finally spoke: "Now that the Japanese are dead, we may be executed when we go back!"

Seeing someone shaken, the staff officer continued, "Did you have a water in your mind? The Japanese all died at the hands of the Eighth Route Army! Besides, our regiment commander died in battle, and so many brothers died. Who dares to say that we are not effective in suppressing bandits?"

"Then tell me, what should I do now?" A puppet army leader followed the staff's words.

"We carry the corpse from the corpse leader's corpse pit and go back to wait for the main force..."

"Aren't you afraid that we will shoot you in a black gun?" The guard platoon leader had a dark face.

"Haha, in order for your brothers to survive, you can kill me now!" The staff member became more and more confident: "But after today, who else dares to mention this is the mortal enemy of our brothers!"

The guard platoon leader thought for a while and made a resolute decision: "Leave the regiment commander's body, you all go, give me ten thousand bullets of various types, and I will go into the mountains to fight guerrillas!"

"You think it through, the Eighth Route Army in the mountains cannot accommodate you!"

"If you are surnamed Zhao, don't force me, I'll kill you now!" The submachine gun on the guard platoon leader's chest was lifted up again.

"Team leader, I can bury him in a grand manner. Where are you? Throw it into the mountains to feed wild animals?"

The guard platoon leader pale and turned around and waved: "Get ammunition, let's go into the mountain!"

"I know you want to go back to seek revenge on the Eighth Route Army, but you, a platoon, are not the opponents of the Eighth Route Army at all!"

The guard platoon soldiers began to move bullet boxes to the baggage team.

Then, with hundreds of eyes watching, he turned around and walked into the mountains.

Staff Zhao had a gloomy face and ordered the battalion commander standing beside him: "First Battalion Commander, now you are acting commander... No survivor..."

As soon as some words came out, the scene was tense again.

The counselor said something amazing: "If they leaked the news that the Japanese died at our hands, the consequences would be unimaginable."

The first battalion commander had a dark face. He knew very well that the staff officer was right.

The Japanese must and can only die at the hands of the Eighth Route Army!

As for fighting guerrillas in the mountains, those days were not something that people lived!

The acting commander hesitated for a while and waved: "Corporate Commander, follow, keep your hands and feet clean..."

"Yes!" The first company commander of the pseudo-1 battalion saluted, turned around and pointed his subordinates, preparing to carry out the orders of the acting regiment commander.

In order to survive, who can still control the bride of the past?

The acting leader looked at the staff officer expressionlessly: "Now, I tell you, the reason they have never attacked you is because I don't want my brothers to be starved to death!"

Seeing the overall situation, the staff officer decided: "Start, go back to Tangyin County and reorganize it, report to the commander before making a decision!"

The puppet army drove eastward.

...

Thirty-four figures, carrying food and ammunition boxes, walked into the ditches of the mountains.

"Platform leader, why don't you let us shoot Zhao's name?"

The guard platoon leader asked, "Then why didn't you shoot?"

"You didn't give an order!"

"The person surnamed Zhao is a military commander. If we shoot, no one will survive in the end!"

"From beginning to end, this guy just wanted us to enter the Eighth Route Army. If it weren't for him, the leader wouldn't have died!"

"You have a lot of use to say this now. You shot him black gun just now. Even if all brothers die, you will never blame you."

"The first battalion commander himself is in conflict with the Zhao surname. The regiment commander died. If we beat someone named Zhao to death, the first battalion commander would definitely use us as a shield..."

"Report, it seems like there are battalions and rows of people following behind."

"One battalion and one company?" The platoon leader's eyes lit up: "Do they also want to fight guerrillas with us?"

"It's possible, let's wait for them here?"

The roster was holding the telescope that had been on the back of the team leader, thinking for a while, nodding and saying, "Yes, yes..."

The team that followed was getting closer and closer. The guard platoon leader raised his telescope again, looked at it for a while, and his face changed drastically: "Everyone stood up and ran into the mountains immediately..."

The guard platoon was well trained and made it look like a mountain.

More than thirty people immediately divided the front and rear teams, vanguards, cut off the rear, observed the baggage, carried the guys' affairs and ran westward.

A squad leader asked: "Platform leader, don't you have to wait for them?"

The platoon leader's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "The people in the Military Control Commission eat people and don't spit bones, I didn't believe it before..."

"Where is this, can you explain it clearly?"

The guard platoon leader shook his head, although he didn't believe it in his heart, and his tone was solemn: "If they go into the mountains to fight guerrillas, they will definitely have to bring food. Unfortunately, they only brought ammunition boxes, and even lunch boxes..."

Because the team ahead stopped in a valley, the puppet troops who followed him saw that the other party did not continue walking.

The elder of the pseudo-company soldier, after a moment of thinking, he realized that the guard platoon should be waiting for him.

After turning a few turns, I climbed over a post.

There was still no abnormality in the guard platoon in front, and I saw that I could catch up after walking about a mile.

The fake company commander felt uncomfortable. He was doing it or not to attack his brothers?

If it really doesn't work, I took their weapons back and let them die!

The puppet army company commander thought so in his heart.

He pulled the shrub branches on the roadside and carefully stepped on the slippery rocks on the road.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, raised his head, and his eyes suddenly stopped.

The people waiting for them in front of them suddenly disappeared!

What's going on?
Chapter completed!