"You have to leave if you don't leave. Get packed up quickly and see if you can send a clear code and report the situation to... the teacher!"

"Okay, you'll be careful!" The dejected braid stood up and said: "Send a report immediately, Hao Yun, you idiot, hurry up and help straighten the antenna!"

Finally remembered that when I sent a telegram, I had to send a report or command: "Fox, what do you want to send?"

"You ask the radio station soldiers to think about it themselves, even if they are clear, they must bring code words!" The tricks Hu Yi learned in the martial arts lecture hall were finally useful.

After hearing Hu Yi say this, the girl finally understood that the radio station is not easy to use, and not anyone can play with.

Of course, you have to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses. Of course, you have to learn to employ people. If you don’t know how to do it, you have to learn what you like, but if you don’t like, such as culture, you can let others learn it. For example, Li Xiang is a very good comrade-in-arms.

Of course, I have to win the hearts of people who have already entered the Ninth Company. Judging from the likes of Tang Dagou, it can attract people, which also means that the class should not be simple, because I have never seen Tang Dagou do anything to suffer, although he often suffers because of his bad mouth.

As for the people from Banxian, it seems that they have not found any useful people so far. However, based on their feelings for Hu Yi, the girl basically has expectations for the people who surrendered to the Kuomintang army.

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The crowd lined up slowly moved forward. On the edge of the cliff, a young man was pulling a jumping mule hard. The young man's big and black eyes were shining in the sunset.

Behind them, there were crowds of people, roaring and neighing.

"Those who have guns stay, those who don't have guns will jump off the cliff!"

A person who looks like a leader, his hoarse voice was passing by. His screams affected the people around him and soon turned into the roar of countless people, rolling through the messy crowd like a wave.

A young girl tied the red drum around her waist and walked to the edge of the cliff.

The Japanese chasing behind stopped howling, and in front, there was a large group of people, no, a large, incredible crowd!

It was like a group of suddenly silent beasts, with bloodthirsty eyes showing fear.

The gunshots stopped.

The battlefield of pursuit became silent in an instant.

The mountain wind whistles sadly among the cliffs under the setting sun.

Hovering in the deep valley.

The Eighth Route Army members who were surrounded and chased were pale.

Holding tears and encouraging each other.

Holding hands.

Looking at the dark valley, it was bottomless.

He jumped towards the almost vertical cliff and the earth.

One after another.

The deep valley continuously echoed with the sound of objects falling and hitting the ground.

A tragic roar echoed in the valley.

Incessantly heard.

The eyes of jumping off the cliff were decisive.

Elegant scholar.

Young and tender girl.

A mother who is pregnant with Liujia.

A boy with undetached lip fuzz.

A kind and plain worker.

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When they chose dignity, they chose death, with unwavering eyes, and made choices calmly.

The sobs couldn't stop spreading.

No one surrendered!

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Now, the Japanese captain in the middle of the team has gone from being excited to being hideous, and finally, it turns into fear.

The eighth Route Army, who was desperate, took the initiative to die in the wind of the sunset, and men, women, young and old, hatred eyes, tell their reluctance to the world, and no one chose to give up their faith in order to survive.

A nation that is not even afraid of death is impossible to conquer. The captain is a little shaken, his hand holding the command knife is trembling, and his knuckles exposed from the broken gloves are white and blue veins are trembling.

The infantrymen in front, back, left and right held guns, watching the eighth Route Army keep rushing to the cliff, their muzzles slowly drooping and fell into silence.

The Japanese were still some distance away from the cliff, and at least a thousand people from the Eighth Route Army were forced to the dead! They squeezed together in black, and the people behind turned their heads and remained silent.

Maybe I hope to use my flesh and blood to block the bullets for the people behind me.

Several eighth leader behind were lying on the ground. An injured soldier raised his gun with difficulty. Before he could fire, a Japanese man pulled the trigger first.

The warrior's body trembled violently and fell backwards.

The rest of the others might have a bullet in their guns, and hundreds of yellow Japanese in front of them were lying on their backs, meaningless.

He stood up slowly, stood up straight and stepped back step by step, leaning his back against his comrades, and finally stopped.

In order to attract firepower, the team broke the rear end struggled to block the enemy along the way. However, the number of people was too small and was crushed by the Japanese. They didn't close their eyes for a few days. Since the retreat, they have been retreating. They have been retreating all the time, and there have been fewer and fewer people fighting.

As the ace force of defending the Eighth Route Army headquarters, the secret service regiment originally had sufficient ammunition. In order to cover the aircraft units, logistics, and schools, they had the opportunity to cross mountains and rivers to avoid the Japanese sweeping. In order to protect the headquarters staff, they chose to stay, even if they had one-ten thousand chances, they had to complete the task of covering. They were once proud of the sufficient bullets that were envied by brothers, and were close to being exhausted.

The battle took too long, and the shoulder holes that were snatched by the steps had already become numb. Not to mention defeating the Japanese and stopping the Japanese, it was difficult to take steps.

Unfortunately, the Japanese came prepared and gradually advanced in all directions. The Taihang Mountains were difficult to move forward, and it also stopped the troops entering the plains from returning to the rescue!

Although the depths of the mountains are large, there are cliffs everywhere. There are not many roads to walk, and there are even fewer roads that can make nearly a thousand old and weak civilians advance.

Although I heard that reinforcements came to the south, there were too many people evacuated and the speed was too slow to meet with the reinforcements.

Wherever there are roads, there are Japanese soldiers. On the planned evacuation route, a Japanese team suddenly appeared at the fork in the road, causing everyone's heart to sink. The soldiers who were reconnaissance in front automatically became blocking troops.

There were a large group of Japanese soldiers in front and behind, and a large group of people had to turn to the mountain road next to it. The rugged path in the mountains was very narrow, but unfortunately, there was no danger to guard.

The blind sky did not bring down a miracle,

Only twenty or thirty meters away from most unarmed Eighth Route Army members, the closer the Japanese, the more frightened they are.

There were soldiers who died earlier lying on the ground. There were not many Eighth Route Army soldiers holding guns. They were gray-clad and covered in dust. They were no longer panic on their faces. They were hatred and calmly faced the Japanese soldiers who were pressing up.

The continuous battles were mostly reduced, and the rest were so tired that they could not raise their heads. The gentle man was pale and trembling with his hands that should have held the pen, holding a rifle that he was not used to picking up from the sacrificial warriors.

There are no bullets in the gun, the bayonet is no longer shining, bent and deformed, and there are twisted and black blood on it.

At this moment, there were babies crying in the crowd. When the Eighth Route Army, who was responsible for the cover mission, could no longer shelter these improper people, the Japanese rushed towards these unarmed people like a group of hungry wolves.

Along the way, Luyi's male students and mentors began to fight with this group of butchers in all ways, and what they could rely on was their thin flesh and blood. They simply wanted to use this "human wall" formed by their lives to gain a short time and win even a minute of the opportunity to escape the Japanese army's pursuit.

However, she (they) have been forced into a dead end and have no room for maneuver or a chance to escape.

The people who were surrounded and tidy up each other's clothes, calmly facing the cliff, and jumping towards the earth.
Chapter completed!