The sunset is everywhere.

The night is about to cover the stacked mountains, the mountain stream is much darker, and the valley is about to fall asleep.

At the end of a valley, on both sides of the low cliffs.

The guard platoon leader is setting up fire points.

Seeing that the former brothers behind him were determined to be traitors, he was going to teach them an indelible lesson.

Send people to catch up and say that they want to go into the mountains to fight guerrillas, and don’t even bring food into the mountains! Do you really think of yourself as a fool?

Standing at a high place, looking at the team parked more than a hundred meters away, the flood that had almost disappeared next to the team was still rustling.

What both sides said can't be heard at all.

The pseudo company commander in the valley frowned, originally planning to disarm the former brothers in front and let them live a way out.

The guards actually saw through his "good intention" lie because his team did not bring food.

Now, the guard platoon is not grateful but takes the lead and takes advantage of the territory to arrange blocking positions in advance.

Both sides know the bottom line. If you attack with a strong force, it will be a problem for a guard who has won most of the equipment with a submachine gun with a range of not far.

But at least two rows of casualties must be paid!

I can't handle the job when I go back empty-handed, and it's not right to fight, and it's not right not to fight...

The pseudo-company commander was a little embarrassed to advance and retreat, and it took a while to make up his mind: "Bring two boxes of grenades, a thousand bullets, you... go with me to the front!"

"Yes!" The messenger and the two guards next to him immediately responded.

Seeing the four people coming, the guard platoon leader held up the telescope and ordered: "Don't shoot, it's Company Commander Chen..."

Commander Chen, with ammunition, walked to the mountain pass with one foot high and one foot low and one foot low and one foot low, and stood there about thirty-years away from the guard platoon leader, and shouted: "Party Commander Zhang, although we didn't deal with it before, now, in order to survive, the brothers have to compromise. This ammunition is the brother's wish..."

After saying that, without waiting for Platoon Commander Jiang to reply, he immediately waved his hand to let the three puppet troops who followed him put down the grenades and bullets carried on their shoulders, and turned around and left without hesitation.

Everything seemed to be very happy.

...

On the ridge.

"More than a hundred guns, why did these guys go back..." Li Laoba slapped his thighs next to the ear of the old bandit Qi and muttered.

"You're so anxious, look at who is behind the puppet army..." Old Bandit Qi handed the telescope to Li Laoba.

Li Laoba took the telescope and looked at it for a long time: "There are mountains but mountains...what do you want me to see?"

"Look at the distance to the east, are there a few gray shadows behind the stones in the valley? One of them has a scar on his face..." Old bandit Qi bit the sweet grass root in his mouth, and then called Banxian, the zombie behind him: "Click the flag and send a signal..."

Banxian pulled out the bamboo tube with a small flag from his body with a dark face: "What signal is it?"

"Just say we are the Eighth Route Army... Let them stop the group of puppet troops back..." After saying that, he ordered the correspondent next to him: "Be prepared for battle, take down this puppet army first!"

...

"I'll go." Captain Ma Liang, whose face was red in the sunset, suddenly appeared, making the platoon leaders next to him confused.

Surprised when he saw the people next to him, Ma Liang handed the telescope to the deputy captain next to him: "It's Qi... Eighth Route Army, Lingqiu Guerrilla Squadron..."

The signal flag cannot convey too many signals, and the distance is a bit far, so I can't see clearly what the flag looks like.

However, the skillful action of jumping gods and summoning souls could tell at a glance that it was a semi-immortal.

Then we arranged a combat mission: "Everyone retreated to the mountain and stopped this group of puppet troops!"

A student next to him immediately wondered: "Why stop it? Isn't it better for us to attack before dark?"

Ma Liang explained: "Just block them, the Lingqiu Guerrilla Squadron launches an attack..."

He couldn't understand the flag words at all, so the deputy captain next to him had no choice but to put down his telescope: "How could the guerrilla squadron beat a full-scale puppet army company? Otherwise, let's go?"

Ma Liang did not explain again: "Abide by the order!"

After a long time, the valley became quiet. Several seriously injured people were still lying on abandoned stretchers to bask in the sun. Several wounded people with inconvenient legs and feet were lying on the roadside and began to greet each other. There were also several puppet soldiers who were not injured hiding near the scene because of their weak legs. Now they were terrified by the green on the roadside, and suddenly noticed the Eighth Route Army behind. He was still standing there?

...

Under the sunset.

Peaks and mountains.

"I planted this road, and I opened this tree..."

"Your mother, I can't even shout a cut, get out..." Old bandit Qi kicked him over.

"I have never done a bandit..." Li Laoba looked dark, how could he be nervous?

The mantis rushes to the cicada and the oriole is behind it, it seems that that's the case.

Platoon leader Zhang had a blue face and looked at the hundreds of black holes that popped up on the ridge.

There is no need to think about it, it must be the damn Eighth Route Army.

Fortunately, the other party did not shoot, and Platoon Commander Zhang vomited a depressed and atmospheric.

The telescope swept across the faces of the Eighth Route Army and suddenly stopped.

After a moment of being stunned, he raised his hands, stood up and looked up at the sky, shouting: "My surname is Qi, what do you mean?"

They were all old acquaintances, and the recognized old bandit Qi opened their mouths: "The surname is Zhang, what do you think I can have now?"

"Your mother is deliberately creating friction!"

"Oh, your hat is so big, I can't afford it!" The old bandit was unsure. The charge of creating friction was too small. If they were really the guerrillas in the National Army, it was difficult to deal with. "What do you want?"

"Hehe, you have committed suicide by committing the Japanese traitors. How are you asking me?" This guy followed Zhang Weimin to vote for the Japanese as a puppet army. This is a fact. Thinking of this, I have confidence again.

"Farting, we have turned against each other, and we are now guerrillas!"

"Is the Army guerrillas? I'm very awesome? I'm now... the Black Tiger Army!"

Platoon Commander Zhang below was stunned for a while before he came to his senses: "Heihu Army? Do you know how hard I have to endure to not laugh?"

Old bandit Qi shouted: "Put down your weapons quickly, don't be shameless..."

Platoon Commander Zhang thought for a while: "I can leave some guns and ammunition for you and let us go!"

"You think it's business? I'm asking for a lot of money and asking you to pay it back?"

"Stay on the front line today and meet again in the future!" Platoon Commander Zhang was not afraid. Although he only had one platoon under his command, most of them were automatic weapons. Although this terrain was in the terrain, whoever attacked or was beaten when it was dark.

As long as it is dark, it will be useless if the rifle is long at that time!

"Don't think about delaying time. Before dark, I just give the order and throw thirty or fifty grenades down. Do you think you still have a chance?" Seeing that these guys were not taking action, Old Bandit Qi immediately turned around and ordered to the side: "Brothers, prepare for grenades!"

Platoon Commander Zhang's face changed drastically: "You can't do this..."

"Don't talk nonsense, put down your weapons and surrender immediately!" The old bandit Qi was even more proud of the threat, "I want to deal with the boneless guys behind you."

The guard platoon soldiers looked at Platoon Commander Zhang, and the first squad leader suggested: "Platform leader, why don't you fight with them!"

"Yes, the 'battalion' commander is dead anyway. One is enough to fight for one, and two are fighting for one!"

"That's right, as long as we can hold on until dark, even if we only run out, we will sue them and let them go without a fight!"

"If they really throw grenades, how much do you think we can survive?" Platoon Commander Zhang shook his head and waved his hand to stop him.

The squad leader next to him followed the platoon leader for so long, understood what the platoon leader meant, and thought about it and immediately changed his mind and lowered his voice: "Platform leader, even if he gave them the gun, no matter whether they were the Shanda King or the Eighth Route Army, as long as we can survive the current crisis alive, with the ability of our brothers, we will not be able to get it right then?"

The second squad leader was no worse than the first squad leader: "That's right, our guards and platoons were selected by the entire army and they were just in time to reverse the compilation!"

The platoon leader Zhang's eyes were a little confused, and he shook his head and said in a weak tone: "A child without a mother is a grass..."

The first squad leader advised: "Platform leader, don't be discouraged! Our brothers in the guard platoon share life and death. Even if they are bare-handed, they can still make a fuss! "

The third squad leader turned his eyes: "I am not a monk who died, but the surname Chen wants to be humiliated? It just makes them fight!"

"You are right. We can actually go to the old bandit team of Qi to get undercover, and we just use the Eighth Route Army's hands to kill the staff to avenge the regiment commander!" They are all human wise men.

The puppet troops hidden in the mountains finally all came out of their hiding place.

Platoon leader Zhang yelled at Shanliang: "I'm the one with the surname Qi, I'll give you face!"

The old bandit Qi spit out the grassroots in his mouth and praised proudly: "Platform Chief Zhang is really a hero!"

Then he ordered a platoon of soldiers to go down with guns and disarm, and the rest continued to be alert.

"Oh, let go!" A soldier with a thin patch had stars in his eyes, tearing the stout pseudo-guard in front of him tightly holding the submachine gun hanging on his chest.

"I give you all the guns. This telescope is the relics left to me by our battalion commander!" Platoon Commander Zhang pulled the telescope with one hand and gloved into his chest with a grenade pulling ring: "Believe it or not, I will pull him now!"

All my eyes were filled with aggrievance, extremely frustrated!
Chapter completed!