A gray figure exhaled a smoke ring and then coughed hard a few times.

"Damn it, you took half of it in one bite. Is it like you did?"

The person who took the cigarette cursed, took it over and held it in full breath, and took it harder. The flame ran a long way back, almost burning his fingers, causing a low but even louder curse. There was a line next to it, and it seemed that there was a cigarette, taking turns to smoke.

Seeing that there were not many cigarette butts, a gray shadow quickly took out a six-five bullet shell, took the cigarette over, and carefully stuffed it into the copper shell that was loaded with the bullet. The bottom fire position behind it was already penetrated and stuffed it into his mouth. Seeing that the butt of a cigarette was reimbursed for most of the hot bullet shell, the hot bullet shell turned its hand again.

At this moment, a man like an iron tower turned around the corner of the room.

The second company commander Gao Yidao got the news and kicked the last person who smoked, hiding behind the house and smoking secretly, was not a big deal, but in the dark, such low-level mistakes should not be made.

The troops were surrounded by the Japanese, and this kind of death behavior that could expose the target made Gao Yidao furious.

A few soldiers turned from behind the corner, carrying guns and live ammunition, and smoking. Everyone was stunned: "Captain Gao, why not?"

A mountain wind blew, and on the black face, his eyebrows were tight, Gao Yidao's cold gaze left the smoking soldiers. He looked at the soldiers behind him, his eyebrows were slowly raised, and he issued an order word by word: "Tie them all and put them in jail!"

The dazed soldiers finally woke up and begged for mercy: "Comrade Gao, have you just seized the Japanese? Comrades have not had any problems for a while. I will take responsibility for it!"

"Be borne it? Can you afford it? If you weren't the soldiers of the supplementary regiment, I would have collapsed you now. Do you believe it? Didn't your company commander teach you that you can't ignite on the battlefield and at night?"

"The Japanese are still far away. What kind of battlefield is this? By the way, I...didn't you still have a fire a few days ago? Are we just taking a few puffs of cigarettes now? As for the fuss?"

"I'm still stubborn! Ah?? Do you know where it is now? We are surrounded by the Japanese, and you're still quibbling?"

He went up and kicked the guy who was talking and crawled: "Take it away!"

A group of people slowly returned to the house.

In fact, no matter whether they smoke or not, the troops were discovered by the Japanese, it will be a matter of time!

An hour later, at the foot of the mountain wall.

"This path, if nothing unexpected happens, is the road leading to the village above." The Japanese squatted by the cliff, and a Japanese who came back from behind was reporting to the sergeant.

"Is our goal here? Shouldn't it? The Eighth Route Army broke through, either heading south or fleeing east. No matter what, it shouldn't come north!"

"It is also possible that the escaped Tujiao Route Army is in a panic!"

"Will they get lost, so they turned here!" Another Japanese whispered.

"There are roads on the ridge. Did the large troops behind inform the attack from the ridge?"

"Reported!"

"Have the captain ordered the troops to come and go around the front to encircle?"

"The captain said that if the encirclement is too long, we should be careful of the long night and the dreams. The army directly crushed the Eighth Route Army from the ridge, so that we can find an opportunity to raid!"

Looking at the road that was approaching the vertical zigzag in front of him, the sergeant hesitated. It was too easy to encircle and suppress. The Eighth Route Army was purely delivered to the door. After thinking for a moment, he immediately ordered the two Japanese to continue searching south under the moonlight to see if there was another way, but he did not expect it.

The other Japanese made gestures to each other. Soon, one Japanese took off his rifle and backpack and handed it to the person next to him. He tentatively posed on the stone wall, then used his hands and feet to stick to the mountain wall, and slowly climbed up. Not long after, another Japanese threw the rifle behind him, followed the Japanese in front, and slowly followed.

"Go!" There were three or four Japanese men, who stood close to the mountain wall and disappeared into the path that could not be shone on the moonlight.

A long line of people slowly climbed up. The Japanese at the bottom raised their heads and held the muzzle of the rifle toward the sky. Watching the warriors who were going up the mountain moved up carefully. From time to time, some stones fell down with dust, making some sounds, hiding in the mountain wind, disappeared.

As a series of figures slowly moved upwards, the moonlight seemed to gradually become brighter.

The mountain road is close to the zigzag shape, very steep, allowing only one person to stick to the mountain wall, and there are some thorny shrubs growing in the crevice of the rocks on the winding roadside. The person who looked up from behind was only the same half-sole that was moving above his head.

The village was slightly flat on the hillside, and a soldier was lying on the ground, lying on guard. At this time, he was yawning, forcibly opening his eyes, but staring at the distance. He never expected that the enemy would find the traces of the troops and climb up from under his nose.

It seemed like I suddenly heard a sound coming from below, and then the sound was in a string. The sound of stones rolling down the mountain was not loud. I was stunned at first, and then immediately shuddered, grabbed the rifle in front of me, stretched out my neck from the cliff, and prepared to look down.

Suddenly, a black head emerged from the front.

He was shocked and was about to scream, but a bayonet was directly inserted into his neck!

The movement of the warrior's sacrifice attracted the attention of the secret whistle hiding behind.

In the darkness, the muzzle of the whistle pointed at the pass up the mountain. From the front, the whistle stretched out its neck and found something was wrong. The whistle seemed to be a bit strange, as if it was slamming and its body was twitching.

I suddenly remembered the scenes on the battlefield and was shocked. Isn’t this the action before sacrificing after being hit by a bullet?

Is there something wrong?

The secret whistle was also an old soldier. He did not ask rashly, nor did he move, nor did he fire a gun to warn him.

Behind me is the village, and the cliff is close to the bottom. If something really happens, even if there are Japanese people who can touch them, the problem is not big. It is impossible for many Japanese people to climb up.

But the troops were not prepared, and no one thought that the enemy would come here silently in the middle of the night.

A black thing emerged, much bigger than the head of an ordinary person, and looked weird under the lighter moonlight.

The muzzle aimed at the black shadow tightly and slowly pulled the bolt backward. The sound of the lightness disappeared in the mountain wind. The bolt pushed forward again, and with a click, the bullet loaded.

He squinted his eyes halfway, stared at the shadow that appeared, pressing his fingers on the trigger, slightly nervous.

The whistle was still there, as if there was no movement.

The black shadow did not continue to rise, and turned left and right, as if looking at everything in front of you. The hazy scenery under the moonlight came into your eyes.

After a while, the black shadow quickly flipped up, squatted on the ground, took off the rifle handed over from behind, raised the gun, and observed vigilantly.
Chapter completed!