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Chapter 242 Eastward

All arrangements were stopped. Tian Sanqi tried his best to fry several large pots of fried wheat grains. Each team lined up to take them and filled the kettle with water.

Ma Liang, Chen Chong and Li Xiang led the team first with guns. Each department arranged contact soldiers, rode a horse with pistols, and led the team to agree on contact information.

The vanguards came forward, the reconnaissance team dispersed, the defenders brought equipment, and each led a team with few people and more guns to head towards their respective target areas.

This is not a reconnaissance, it is clearly a small-scale sweep!

On the plain, the Japanese tried their best to dig a blockade ditch, and there were stronghold artillery towers everywhere. Hu Yi and his party spread eastward for nearly ten miles, and headed eastward in a net-like manner.

The little girl wore a straw hat on the top, and her braid came out of the top of the straw hat, rode on the back of a docile mare, looking around.

The mule in front of him had a bitter face and led his horse and walked out of the hilly area for more than ten miles. It was noon, and everyone was sweating profusely looking at the boundless plain in the distance, barely showing them in front of everyone.

The sun was hanging high, the scorching sun was brilliant and vicious, and there was a dazzling light shining on the ground.

"Look, the artillery tower!" Tang Dagou's subordinate monkey pointed at his new discovery and said in surprise.

"There is one over there too!" Banxian's subordinate, a medium-sized man, caught up.

"After passing the Japanese artillery tower and blockade ditch in front, it is the 'ensure of public security' area created by the Japanese!" Lao Meng held up the telescope and said to Hu Yi next to him, then turned around: "Everyone speaks a little less!"

The Japanese artillery towers were poking on the plain one by one like a look at the township platform. Looking at the fan, you could see five or six, and the distance was too dazzling to see clearly.

Two artillery towers are near the village, surrounded by a circle of groves, and occasionally a few earthblocks appear on the plain, which should be graves.

"First go over to search for the two people first, and be careful to search carefully for the few small trees, whether there are people from the security army hidden!"

Hu Yi was a little confused, as if he had returned to the white mountains and black waters. On the yellow land, no one was busy. On the land where there had never been rain, there was nothing but the weeds that had dried up.

The order was ordered to stop and each of them looked for the shade under the shrubs that were about to wither.

After a while, several tents rose up behind a mountain bag on the plain. In the envious eyes of the guerrilla soldiers, a piece of earth flew over from the air and fell on Hu Yi's back.

Ignore it, there was no one in the artillery tower in the distance, and there was no life except for the occasional shaking of the plaster flag.

"If a large number of Japanese soldiers went south, the artillery tower should be full of security troops!" Hu Yi whispered to Captain Meng next to him.

In broad daylight, you cannot cross the blockade! Unless you go north and south, that is useless, you can only wait until dark.

A large unmanned land was formed from the boundary of Meixian in the south to the military sub-district in the north!

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The sun hangs high.

In the crops near the ruins of Qingshan Village, several militiamen at the wine station were busy and hot sun, carefully weeding and watering them. Looking at these greens, that was hope.

There is a severe drought in the plain and it will not rain for half a year. Everyone knows how terrible the result will be.

Several people were laughing and talking nonsense, and a voice came from a high place: "Someone is here!"

Several people leaned out of the fields and found a team wearing Eighth Route Army uniforms walking to the north. The first soldier began to shout here as the distance got closer and closer: "Hey, are you busy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the fields stood up, carrying hoes, buckets, and guns on their backs, and ran eastward!

Ding De in the distance saw a black line, and the vanguard smiled and did not dare to speak.

"It's important to hurry up!" It's not the first time Ding Deyi has met him, and it's not surprising.

A company stationed at the wine station was a company. Wu Yanguang was naked and directing the soldiers to swim in the river. A class of soldiers were building a house. Unexpectedly, the political commissar suddenly came back.

Wu Yan quickly came out of the half-man-deep river, wearing thick boxer shorts. After wet, he felt very uncomfortable. He quickly pulled a handful and crooked the gun to one side. The shorts were still in the opposite bank of Jiuzhan Village villagers in Japanese thick military uniforms.

Change it!

He shouted at several squad leaders to ask the soldiers to go ashore quickly, put on pants, put on military uniforms, rolled and crawled around in a mess, grabbed the rifles that were being erected together, and prepared to gather.

"What should I do!" The political commissar waved his hand.

Then he walked around several wooden houses under construction and walked straight to the large tent bend of the river.

As soon as I entered the door from the two tents that were lifting up the hanging oil cloth, I saw Commander Lu lowering his head, alone in a daze, and quickly coughing. When Commander Lu raised his head, the political commissar was stunned after being saluted by habitually.

His beard was shaved, his clothes were neatly worn, and his hair was cut into a popular big and middle part. Ding De quickly rubbed his eyes. Is this really the leader of the independent group?

It seems like I am ten years younger, did I take the medicine to rejuvenate my child?

There were only two of them in the room. Looking at the political commissar staring at him, Commander Lu couldn't help but blush. He lowered his head to look at his clean military uniform, raised his hand and stroked his hair, feeling a little embarrassed.

The political commissar who entered the door stared with big eyes and unconsciously circled around Captain Lu, then stopped until his head was a little dizzy. It was not an illusion!

"Are you?" The political commissar was stunned.

"Are you back?" The two independent group leaders were kind to each other.

Then the political commissar turned around and went out.

Leader Lu, who left a black line, was scattered alone in the tent.

After leaving the door, he walked directly to Wu Yan and saw Xiao Bing and the guards of the same squad fluttering in the water. He glanced carefully, stopped, and waved to Xiao Bing, who was still standing in the water.

Then he stood still, and waited for Xiao Bing, wearing shorts, to trot closer, stood attentively and saluted: "Report to the political commissar? Is there anything wrong?"

"Are you living a very comfortable life?" Ding Deyi didn't look at Xiao Bing and stared at the guards who were quiet in the water.

Xiao Bing couldn't hear what the political commissar said, so he didn't dare to respond and salute again: "Yes!".

"Why are you so loud? I'm not deaf, uh? Tell me, old? What's going on with Captain Lu?"

"Ah?" Xiao Bing was careful: "It's nothing, right?"

"Yes, a good guard!" The political commissar turned around and stared at Xiao Bing.

"Uh?" Xiao Bing was stared and furious. He didn't say anything, blinking hard with one eye.

I had been walking for almost two months, and the group was strange. I followed Xiao Bing's blinking direction and turned my head.

Seeing an amazing scene, a delicate and curved figure, holding a thermos in the left hand, and tucking her hair with her right hand while walking. It was really beautiful!

"Song Xiaoci?" The political commissar read it softly!

Half an hour later, a few people sat in the group, perhaps because of the few. Ding Deyi sat on the top, and Commander Lu sat on the right like a eggplant, Wu Yan on the left, and Director Zheng who made the record opposite.

Uncle Niu choked on smoke at the entrance of the tent as usual.
Chapter completed!
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