As Chongqing and the Japanese unspoken actions to attack northern Shaanxi were exposed.

Under pressure from all parties, Chongqing made concessions during negotiations with the Eighth Route Army Office and evacuated some troops two days ago.

However, the Japanese in North China had no intention of retreating and were preparing to destroy the Eighth Route Army on their own.

The Eighth Route Army's attack on guerrillas is too vulgar. It is like a rat in the occupied area to destroy it everywhere, and it is hard to guard against it...

The best defense is offense!

The power of the Japanese is unquestionable. The Eighth Route Army does not have the ability to fight head-on with the Japanese.

Northern Shaanxi has a vast land and sparse population. Even if the Eighth Route Army cannot be cleared out, at least the Eighth Route Army will give up the transfer of its base.

Otherwise, the base area will always be the solid psychological backing of the Eighth Route Army that insisted on the War of Resistance.

For the Eighth Route Army, only by maintaining the base area can the morale of the army be stabilized.

With the issuance of orders, the Eighth Route Army in the enemy occupied the enemy in various ways, and the storm was surging.

In an abandoned village five miles away from Hua County.

Ma Liang squatted under the eaves at the entrance of the village.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rustling sounds sounded in the grass outside the village.

Two figures appeared in the distance in the rain and fog.

A student soldier trotted to Ma Liang with a soaked soldier.

The student soldiers saluted: "Report to the captain, this is the correspondent of the 18th Regiment of the main force..."

"Hello Captain Ma! Our troops and the 20th Regiment have arrived at the assembly position. This is the latest combat plan formulated by the leader, and it is the top secret!"

Ma Liang took the oil paper bag and opened it.

After reading the plan wrapped in oil, my face turned better, and I nodded to the correspondent: "Thank you for your hard work, go back and tell the leader immediately, and the training team will ensure that the task is completed!"

The correspondent saluted and turned around and disappeared into the rain and fog with the trainees.

Not long after.

A cadet soldier trotted from the east of the village to Ma Liang who was looking at the map and saluted: "Report, a group of puppet army patrols came to the east..."

Battle preparation.

Through the rain, a group of puppet soldiers with five-colored hat badges staggered forward in the mud.

"Hey, there is a village ahead, let's take a break..."

Just arrived at the entrance of the village.

"Save...Help..." A traitor in black sat under the eaves with a hoarse voice, waved his hand, and moved his feet with difficulty.

The puppet army walking in front stopped and raised their guns.

The traitor who was so scared that he pounced on the ground with a thunderous sound.

The puppet army squad leader walked behind and frowned: "What's going on?"

The puppet army walking in front turned around and shouted: "A man rushed out of the roadside, and seemed to be injured."

The fake squad leader was a little impatient: "Three son, go over and take a look!"

"Yes!" The puppet army called the third son and looked around, and there was no one else.

He shouted the two brothers to carry guns and walked forward with him, cursing and walking towards the traitor sitting on the wetland.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The man in black moved his body and wanted to get up on the ground, but his body seemed weak and he stopped moving after moving.

The third son asked the two puppet troops to take the gun and rushed forward and turned over the traitor in black who was lying on the ground.

When I saw the scar on Ma Liang's face, I was stunned for a moment: "Which part of you?"

Ma Liang held the sleeves of the puppet army who were holding him tightly, buzzing his lips, and his voice revealed weakness: "I...I am from the Hua County Detective Team, and I was ordered to inquire about the situation...being attacked by the Eighth Route Army...Save...Save me..."

Ma Liang's voice was very small, but the puppet army could hear it very clearly.

When he heard that this guy was a traitor from the Hua County Detective Team, he actually showed a happy expression on his face.

There are many kinds of traitors. Although he himself is considered a traitor, he now regards himself as a national rescue army.

It’s just a curve to save the country. Now he is in Cao’s camp and in his heart. Therefore, he looks down on such a real traitor from the bottom of his heart.

If it weren't for the Shangfeng repeatedly emphasizing that local governance requires these people, he would almost have been unable to help but kill this guy directly.

If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, the soldiers under Sun Dianying are naturally not much better.

Everyone has his past, and Sun Dianying was once a hero in anti-Japanese war, but rebelling against the enemy means becoming enemies with the people.

Ma Liang was not worried that these puppet troops might do anything to him.

There are at least a dozen soldiers hidden in the invisible ruins and broken walls around the house.

If Ma Liang wanted to capture this group of puppet troops without a single shot, he would not be too arrogant.

Because this group of puppet troops is not much the same as those scrambled puppet troops, they were once the main force of the national army.

The combat effectiveness is not bad.

"Why are you here? How could you be injured?" The third son didn't care about the injured traitor in front of him and had no doubts.

It is normal for a traitor to be attacked by anti-Japanese elements. Not to mention that such things happen every day, but it is not normal that it doesn’t happen ten times a month.

He is very sorry now, and he doesn't know which bastard anti-Japanese element was doing it, so why didn't he kill this traitor?

But Ma Liang grabbed the puppet army's arm tightly: "Save...Save me...Hurry...Send me to see the doctor quickly...Or I will die..."

A grim smile suddenly appeared on Sanzi's face: "Let me save you? Why?"

After saying that, he shook off Ma Liang and grabbed his hand, stood up and was about to leave.

Ma Liang quickly stretched out his hands to hug the puppet army's calves: "Please... don't leave... save me..."

"Get out!" The puppet army kicked Ma Liang.

With a scream, Ma Liang covered his stomach with both hands and kept rolling on the ground.

The puppet army cursed coldly: "Damn, something that doesn't know how to live or die, get out of here, I still have to patrol..."

If he looked down on these traitors in normal times, he would not dare to say these words. After all, everyone would work together to maintain public order in the future.

These eggless guys are good at playing tricks.

But now it was raining, and he was not afraid of being angry and almost breathless Ma Liang remembered his appearance and did something.

This guy was injured and still raining. Even if he couldn't die of fortune-telling, he would probably lose half his life.

The puppet army stepped back, and Ma Liang hurriedly got up on the ground, forced himself to hold on, and staggered to catch up.

"Save...save me..."

As soon as the puppet army returned to the team parked outside the village, they saw Ma Liang chasing him, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

At this time, the fake squad leader put his hand on the holster of the shell gun, walked up to him and asked the third son: "What's wrong?"

The third son grinned: "A traitor was injured and said he was injured by anti-Japanese elements."

The squad leader was ready to take out the mullet gun... and gave this guy a pleasure, but suddenly he found that Ma Liang was following him seemed to be laughing.

The squad leader was stunned and a burst of uneasiness immediately surged in his heart.

"What do you want to do..."

"Haha!" Ma Liang pinched a grenade that had removed the insurance in his left hand, raised the waffle gun with his right hand, and pointed at the fake squad leader first: "I know you also hate traitors very much, so we should be considered fellow men..."

The fake squad leader was a little surprised, and quickly reached his hand toward the gun holster at his waist, and only the sound of footsteps was heard...

One head after another appeared among the ruins:

There are more than ten rifles, and there is actually a submachine gun.

Before the fake squad leader could react, he had already pointed his gun at him and his men.

"Don't move, whoever moves will kill you."

"We are the Eighth Route Army, we will not kill the gun..."

The incident happened so quickly that the pseudo-squad leader never expected that this injured traitor would be the Eighth Route Army...

There are so many hidden in the village!

This group of puppet troops did not participate in the sweeping rush because they were connected to the anti-skid county. In their eyes...

They are in the rear...

Under the black muzzle, the puppet soldiers holding rifles did not raise their hands.
Chapter completed!