The meat was roasted on the fire, and the oil was dripping down. He held the steamed bun in one hand, and then the oil dripped under the slightly burnt meat. The piece of meat was obviously not big, and it was obviously wings. It was obviously an unlucky chicken. The best one for Jiulian was, except for Luo Fugui.

There were more than a dozen people who were sleepless and covered in dirt.

The throat is flipped up and down.

The mountain wind blew, and a marching pot came over. In the dim light of dawn, Wang Xiaosan carefully placed the pot borrowed from the division on the ground, and inserted a bayonet behind him, stabbed the roasted chicken again, and penetrated the branches of the chicken's body together, lifted it up and crossed the marching pot.

Luo Fugui was about to curse: "Your grandma..."

I swallowed the words afterwards.

Behind the bayonet-like little braid, there was also a serious political commissar Ding.

He Gensheng followed the last, wearing a dirty red cross armband, but carrying his exquisite pure cowhide Japanese battlefield medicine box, with a look of panic on his face.

In the valley, there are a large open space, and there are also dense leaves of sparse trees swaying in the dawn. On the ridges on both sides of the valley, there are a few dirty figures lying on them, looking around nervously.

There was originally a township and a township office below. The troops had already gone down and moved all the people and the Eighth Route Army staff from the village into the other side of the mountain. The soldiers lined up and climbed up the ridge.

Tian Sanqi, who returned to the Ninth Company, led Xu Xiao, Tang Dagou, and three people from different rows to the ridge.

Tang Dagou was leaning against the ridge of the back, half lying, half squinting his eyes, looking up at the brightening step by step, blue and high sky with cold gray clouds, unwilling to worry. When he arrived at the Eighth Route Army, he seemed to have never been safe and was chased by the Japanese all day long.

Listening to the roar from the southwest direction, horror, I guess, if you wait a little longer, the Japanese reconnaissance plane will appear again.

Maybe sooner or later, an iron guy will fall from the sky and quickly cover the branches that were prepared near me.

Xu Xiao crawled over, half-squatted beside Tang Dagou, pushed the Japanese helmet on his head that blocked his eyebrows and showed half of his face: "Brother Tang, what are you doing? There are no Japanese, why are you hiding yourself?"

This big brother Tang made Tang Dagou curse in his throat and slip back, and he remembered his brother.

Damn it, little, don't follow the mule all day long, that's a bullet trick. I'll just wrap branches around my body for a while, otherwise, the Japanese plane will come over and throw two bombs, and his grandma's will have to finish everything.

Feiji? What did you say? Feiji can throw fried eggs?

Tang Dagou looked so stupid that he was too lazy to pay attention to this local bun anymore.

Xu Xiao no longer asked, what was strange about the flying chickens. He showed his serious and simple sight to Beitou and began to observe actively.

Luo Fugui came to Hu Yi reluctantly, and after coming to his backpack, he fell to the point of falling, and sighed beside Hu Yi.

Hu Yi ignored it, straightened his military cap, pulled the machine gun next to him and started to check it. He was skillful in his movements and said nothing in silence.

Jiulian was used to being free and casual, and the division agent company started a day of morning exercises. Jiulian, led by the third platoon leader, was in a slump, and his morale was slumped, like a group of despairing ghosts.

The mountain wind swept by, bringing a hint of chicken smell, and also bringing the shouts of the spy company training.

The tilted man on the ground was awakened, covered his face with a dirty hat, rubbed the grass and stuffed it into his ears, turned over, snored again, and no one spoke.

Soon after, there was movement on the ridge. The lying down quickly sat up, the sleeping one was kicked awake, the training stopped, the burning ones put out the fire, and brushed them all in one go, looking blankly towards the ridge south.

After a while: "The Japanese came from the south and started to drill into the village. Everyone, go up the ridge immediately."

The order came very quickly, and the messenger roared in a low voice, looking at the temporary resting place of the Ninth Company, which had no formation, had dirty military uniforms and was varied and gray in color.

"Didn't the division headquarters have all been transferred? These Japanese are fighting to move towards the division headquarters. We have nothing to do. Just hide here and go up to the mountain ridge, haha...hehe...oh I'll go..."

Before he could laugh out loud, Hu Yi's sole kicked the bear's shoulder hard, ending the continued laughter.

"Boss Hu, am I wrong? You kicked me again?" Luo Fugui was depressed.

Luo Fugui quickly stood up and kicked the gray military uniforms who were still lying on the ground without any movement but were reluctant to laugh.

"Grandma, you guys are careless! You laugh so hard, order us to go up the mountain ridge and know what this means? Well? The Japanese have followed again, your grandma, hurry up and get rid of the guys!"

Being kicked is completely different from being kicked. It feels really good to kick someone. Even the depressed mood of being punished by He Gensheng and the political commissar were much better!

"Going up the mountain ridge...will you fight the Japanese again, right?"

"Beat your grandma! Is it so easy to fight as a Japanese? We are on the ridge. As long as the Japanese don't send people up, how could they pay attention to us if they are eager to go to the division headquarters?"

"Uh...not right. I heard from the people from the spy company that the division deliberately led the devils to the south, leaving some traces?"

"Ah, are they stupid? They still keep marks for the Japanese? How careless is this from his grandma?"

"The teacher is there, go tell him!"

"Uh, then pretend I haven't said it..." Xiong immediately became weak.

"Planer Luo, I think the company commander is here, what's wrong with you?"

"It's done, I'll leave you behind later."

"Ah." The soldier who spoke was stunned.

Xu Xiao's observation post was treated as a messenger and returned to the Ninth Company: "Company Commander, Spy... The company commander of the Spy Company, please retreat first, let us turn east along the ridge, be careful not to discover the Japanese at the foot of the mountain."

"Have the Japanese arranged for people to come up to the ridge?"

"Yes, but I'm halfway up and gasping on the hillside. I guess it's going to come up. It's still early. The spy company prepared two stones. He stepped forward and prepared to push the stone down. Anyway, the spy company's people asked everyone not to load the bullets, and all the pistols were opened to safely. There was no order, and no shooting was allowed."

There was a large circle of people around Wang Xiaosan, and the soup that saw the figure was lit by one, with a spoonful of burnt flavor, which was so cool and had a little bit of chicken soup.

All the chicken was fished to the wounded.

A group of people took the soup, grabbed a handful of roasted goods in the grain bag and stuffed them into their mouths, drank them whole, and began to organize their equipment.

Tian Sanqi finally held the rifle he found in his hand, raised his head and said seriously: "I think we should support the spy company. They are only half a company. If they really want to fight the Japanese, they can't hold on for long, and they only have ten bullets per person."

"The most elite spy company in the division, one person has ten bullets?" Hu Yi frowned.

"Your grandma, you're just letting go of this fart now?" Luo Fugui made a fuss.

Tian Sanqi looked at Hu Yi and said nothing more.

The Ninth Company said it was to block the Japanese, but I had never fought against the Japanese, and the bullets were still waiting for the cubs to be released.

"One person is even fifty times, send it over immediately." Hu Yi did not hesitate.

"Do you want to send a machine gun over?" The bear next to him looked at the sky with his eyes rolling over to the toad and muttered: "Most of the six or five bullets we bring this time, so they don't need it."

Hu Yi was even more speechless and turned around and asked Tian Sanqi: "How many of them are there?"

"The combatants seem to be two platoons, plus the periphery, about eighty..."

"You go over and ask them, change the twenty-three-eight-large blocks, prepare one hundred bullets, and send two crooked machine guns over."
Chapter completed!