On the blue tent road in the dark plain.

The regiment commander was walking with his team.

The gunshots from the east can be heard from afar.

It seems to be getting closer and closer to the battlefield.

The Eighth Route Army Circle was fighting for help, but the regiment commander thought it was abnormal not to be bombed by landmines.

Therefore, he sincerely invited familiar Eighth Route Army liaison officers to bury several landmines on the ground.

The liaison officer was stunned for a while before confirming that the group leader's request for the bombing was true.

Since that's the case...will give him a taste of landmines?

So, the liaison officer of the Eighth Route Army got into the green gauze tent.

He appeared in the agreed green gauze tent somewhere with ragged militia.

A group of confidants from the group leader appeared.

After handing over thirty rifles and a thousand bullets to the militia, both sides returned and soon disappeared deep in the green gauze tent.

The autonomous army began to reorganize.

A group of black shadows dug pits and buried mines on the road not far ahead of the autonomous army.

A black shadow put down the shovel and touched the big gun he had just gotten back with joy: "Captain, I think it's a scam. These puppet troops are rampant in the village, bullying villagers on weekdays, and selling smoke to poison the people..."

The captain next to him did not comment: "It depends on the overall situation. Do you think the smoke is so expensive? They poisoned rich people... Can he cheat us poor people who are quite poor?"

"Captain, why do you make sense in your words?"

"Don't talk nonsense, work quickly..."

"Captain, I think that the autonomous army is not all bad guys. For example, Captain Cheng and others are bullying us on the surface, but secretly send people to send rice and food to the villagers..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Why is this nonsense? They are now rebelling against the autonomous army and officially launching the banner of our Eighth Route Army..."

"My mom, you're so big-mouthed. Going back and writing a thirty-word check will not be complete if you don't have any profound details."

The militia dissatisfied: "Why?"

"This is a secret!"

"Ah...well, is it OK to have ten words?"

"No, the last time you wrote the check that only wrote the three words 'I was wrong'... and only six words were added to your name."

"Well, is it OK to have a verbal examination?"

"Can you be more motivated?"

"Okay..." The warrior didn't care, thinking that I could be at worst... I'll ask for someone to help.

The captain seemed to know what the guy was thinking. Most of the militia were illiterate, and he couldn't help but sighed helplessly: "You have to write it yourself...uh...it must be profound!"

"Uh..." The soldier muttered in his heart, and had to find someone to write: I deeply understand my mistakes and add my name.

I didn't count clearly with my fingers. It must be more than ten words based on my feelings, right?

Writing half of the more than before is indeed more profound.

...

The commander knew in his heart that the Japanese must have bribed some of his subordinates.

There should not be too many people who know about dealing with the Eighth Route Army.

Taking advantage of the time when I was about to go to the battlefield to complete the entire team, I completed the transaction with the Eighth Route Army.

There are some things that you don’t know unless you do not do.

Obviously, the leader of the group was not worried.

Since we knew that the Tujiao Route Army would bury landmines in front and did not have the high-tech mine "detector" like the Imperial Army, the regiment commander has been working hard and has come up with a good idea.

Use two long bamboo poles to push forward against a carriage wheel.

The wheels of the carriage were "exquisite" and a string of sand-filled gourds were hung on the ground. A primitive minesweeper appeared on the plains.

Of course, the premise is that you have agreed with the Eighth Route Army, and the Eighth Route Army also promises not to use landmines, otherwise it will be useless.

The leader of the group has taken great pains to make peace with his subordinates.

Even though he knew there were landmines ahead, the commander of the group turned a blind eye.

No matter what kind of ambush there is, it is still worth it to exchange for peace with thirty rifles.

Nowadays, as long as there are people under your command, thirty guns can be retrieved at any time.

In addition to preventing landmines when walking in the plains, you also have to prevent the Eighth Route Army from fighting black guns. You naturally have to act in the full set of acting.

If you are bombed by an Eighth Route Mine but are unscathed, it will surely become a feat that everyone on this land talks about.

They are all those spies who are bribed by the Japanese.

The same drama was staged at the same time among the puppet troops who were reinforced in several directions...

...

Watching the eighth Route Army escape into the outer trenches, Okamoto felt great humiliation.

This was the first Tuo Eighth Route Army that successfully escaped from the guns of the Imperial Army.

Immediately led the Japanese to charge and launched an attack on the Eighth Route Army in Kaikuo.

In his opinion, the darkness can cover the retreat of the Eighth Route Army.

It can also cover the attack of elites.

He shouted that his elites would get up from the ground and quickly re-arrange them.

This time, in order to be blown away by the unreliable grenade of the Tujiao Route Army, the formation of the three-man in the Japanese was much sparse...

Crazy Yang looked up at the sky full of stars.

Just by starlight, the visibility is very close.

Staring in his eyes, he looked at the open land, and as the Japanese continued to advance, the dark Japanese figure finally became vaguely visible.

Wipe off the sweat beads on my face and turned around to send an order to the side: "Everyone is ready..."

The Japanese formed a front-line formation, leading the three Japanese to open the way.

Carefully check the situation ahead and move forward with shaking left and right.

Okamoto was very smart. He was not a person who would take risks easily. If it weren't for the fact that the night was fair to both sides, he would never have ordered his subordinates to attack.

Even though he knew the attack was at a disadvantage, he still couldn't help it.

In a short while, the Japanese scattered soldiers were close to the trench about 30 meters.

The leading Japanese man just pulled out his grenade and was about to throw it into the trench ahead.

Suddenly I heard a crisp sound of bang.

I felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from my ankle!

"Ah..." He screamed and fell to the ground.

A rusty serrated trap clip suddenly bounced up and closed, rusty serrated, was clamping on the Japanese ankle.

The Japanese guarding next to him took a breath. Seeing that they were about to launch an attack on the Eighth Route Army, the bomb thrower had an accident here?

It is completely conceivable that since Tuba we are shooting guns.

Without any hesitation, he immediately fell to the side.

After the strange screams, the eighth Route Army will definitely shoot.

Nothing beyond the expectations of the Japanese.

Two guns poked out of the trench and the muzzle flashed violently.

Bang bang...

Two bullets rushed into the open ground where the sound was resounding.

...

Boom boom boom boom...

The earth-shaking explosion and flash tear through the night.

The grenades thrown by the Japanese exploded one after another.

The Japanese lying on the ground and let the heat waves squint their eyes to prevent the sand from being confused.

Based on my feelings, at this time, it was more than 30 meters away from the trench where the Eighth Route Army was hiding, and it was just approaching the bomb drop distance.

The scattered Japanese looked at the grenade blowing spot that was almost thrown into the trench in front of them as if they had seen a ghost fellow villager.
To be continued...