After the first snowfall, the mountains were sunny for several consecutive days.

In the mountain stream, a pair of military shoes creaked in the snow, leaving a long string of footprints behind.

The soldiers dressed in the Eighth Route Army walked in the pile of rocks by the river.

The trousers that were hung up to pieces showed white cotton. Looking at a cliff in front of me, I came here half a year ago and was ambushed by the Eighth Route Army, losing many of my comrades.

The long line came up behind, and the gray cotton coat was so dirty that it was impossible to see the color. The tired figure continued to follow forward in a mess.

Seeing the people in front stopping, most of the people behind immediately pulled the quilt that was disguised behind them and pulled out a raincoat from it. They spread it in the snow on the ground. They didn't care that the temperature would melt the snow, so they fell down and fell asleep.

Platoon leader, gasped for a while, felt a little better, and waved to the person next to him. His subordinate immediately took a map from the quilt behind him and laid it down.

Platoon leader Jing took out a guide from his bag, gestured the direction on the map, put away the compass, and took out a pencil.

Then I began to carefully draw a line on the densely marked map again.

"Matsui Kung..." As soon as the person next to him opened his mouth, he was slapped on his face by the hand holding a pencil and knocked to the ground.

"If you miss your tongue again, I'll just thrust the pencil into your throat!"

"Yes!" He spoke, pale, stood up from the ground staggeringly, shaking forward, and apologized for the first time without bowing his head.

The black cliffs, white snow, and blue sky. After walking for four or five days, the scenery in the mountain stream seemed to have never changed. Everyone knows that the snow only fell for two days, and then it was sunny. The snow on Xiangyang Mountain Road melted prematurely, and there was only the ditch in the shade that was higher than the ankles.

The mission of this trip was not as difficult as expected, and it can be said to be very smooth.

After carefully measuring the map, Platoon Commander Jing signaled his subordinates to put away the map: "We are now north of the Eighth Route Army Command, with a straight line of more than ten miles. The road ahead is not easy to walk, but at most, there is only half a day left."

A sergeant next to him immediately stepped forward: "Please give instructions from the platoon leader!"

"There are still four days left before the Eighth Route Army gathering event, so there is no need to worry about time!"

"Do you want the radio to turn on?"

"Well, turn on the radio first to see if you can receive signals in this ravine. Wait until the day after tomorrow to let the plane come and report their approximate location."

"Yes!" A soldier next to him, carrying a large wooden box all the way, immediately opened the box next to him, and then pulled out the clothes inside, revealing a yellow-green iron guy.

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A team of Eighth Route Army was walking outside Qingshan Village.

There should be many people walking through this period of time on the muddy road formed by the melting snow, which made it difficult for the team to walk.

One platoon leader from the first and second companies was taken to the vanguard mission.

Immediately afterwards are spy platoon soldiers, and then the basic science teachers who are disbanded and entered the trainee team.

Behind him, a group of men and women dressed in various clothes, both of whom were of different ages. They were said to be cadres who entered the mountains on the plains and carried big bags.

The only difference between the Eighth Route Army was all wearing Zhaowu Army shoes covered with mud.

Luo Fugui, carrying a square-looking bag, followed Wang Liujin, pulled his feet out in the mud with difficulty, and stepped into the next pit.

The little girl was also wearing a pair of military shoes and stepped hard into the footprints that Luo Fugui had stepped on. This step was smaller. She didn't step into the footprints. She staggered and almost fell down. She was pulled by the arm behind her.

Walking behind the girl was Song Xiaoci. After the girl gave her an exquisite notebook, she had already forgiven the impolite girl who had deceived her.

After staying in the wine station for so long, how could he not know the temperament of this Desert girl?

The ponytail shook for a few consecutive times and cursed with hatred: "Damn mule, you took such a big step. Are you deliberately causing trouble for your aunt?"

"Who can you blame if you don't sit on a stretcher?"

"Which anti-university member has ever seen sitting on a stretcher?"

"Didn't you sit often before?"

"Hehe, this surname is Liang... Captain Liang is in front. If he sees it... I'm sorry."

"What are you doing? You just started walking, why can't you walk anymore?" Captain Liang, who was walking in front, heard someone in the team talking, looked back and shouted.

There were several people in the middle, and he followed the spies from all over the place, and a group of all the students who passed the cultural assessment.

As for those who are not qualified, they are still studying at the wine station, but the instructor becomes Political Commissar Ding.

The division commander's birthday had nothing to do with the independent regiment. The earliest plan was that Captain Liang and Minister Zhang's basic department would join the spy platoon and bring the newly recruited group of grassroots anti-university members to the southeast foot of the defensive division command.

The Independent Group exerted a lot of attention and mobilized the masses, but unfortunately they could not find traces of the advance team. According to the plan, some students entered the mountains to monitor the movements of the Japanese, and some students were hiding on the road they had to go into the mountains.

However, unexpectedly, the students from the supplementary group arrived at the wine station in advance and disrupted the original plan.

In fact, the division did not give much hope, and never thought that it would be so easy to find traces of the Japanese support team.

The key force is placed in the villages around the division headquarters to defend!

Wang Peng was left at the wine station, taking the students to learn cultural courses during the day, and having to go to various intersections to work at night.

A battalion commander, after entering the class, he became a sentry!

Captain Liang took these grassroots combat backbones to clean up the road from the independent regiment to the division headquarters as planned.

"Miss Ci, can you still walk?" The girl in front scolded the bear for short steps. She was finally able to keep up with the marching speed of the team, but the smaller the steps made the team behind adapt.

The tall and big men made up their minds and simply stopped stepping on the footprints, and directly stepped into the mud, and went to the stones on the ground, and stomped their feet hard.

"Uh, I'm fine!" Song Xiaoci looked up at the mountains surrounding her. It was not the first time she had walked such a long mountain road. The team kept walking and stopping, not like a marching, but like a winter tour.

However, it is awkward to walk on the girl's footprints.

"Can you really persist?" The little girl turned around and looked around. The team behind her was lined up neatly. I don't know if it was intentional or something else. The platoon leaders were almost the same as the marching distance.

"Do you think I can't even compare to you?" Song Xiaoci answered angrily.

"Hehe! That's not necessarily..." When the little girl heard the word "Bi" and glanced at her little chest with dissatisfaction, pretending to look back inadvertently. Hehe, it's almost the same.

In this winter, the thick cotton coat wraps around the body, and you can see the gap, how big the gap is.

Hu Yi was speechless in fighting the big study, which was completely different from the study he had sat in the window brightly and cleanly. To him, it was a bit like a joke.

Suddenly I remembered Dr. Zhou, holding his hands in a white coat with a smile, and his smooth and plump body in the dark night.

Suddenly I felt that time had passed for a long time and I seemed to be unable to remember many details.

I felt that walking was a bit inconvenient, so I quickly moved the gun in a direction with my hand.

After taking a deep breath, I suddenly found the back that was walking in front of me...the figure is good.

Hu Yi couldn't help but look up and down a few times, and thought about the positive situation.

Suddenly, he was shocked and quickly glanced around secretly. Everyone was panting and hurriedly pulling out their feet and shoes that were trapped in the mud. No one noticed their embarrassment. He let out a long breath, then took out his pocket watch and opened it. He raised his head and looked at the sky seriously. With a click, he put away his pocket watch with his body temperature again.

The walking team gradually blurred among the blue sky, gray mountains and white snow.

After a while, the cadres behind them were unable to keep up with the team ahead.

Not long after, a three-way intersection appeared in front of him.

Captain Liang made a gesture, and the team immediately stopped, and the vanguard walking in the front looked around in the distance.

"Collection!" A teacher in the basics department stood at the intersection.

Seeing everyone standing around, the instructor was preparing to give a field lecture to the platoon leaders of the company who were about to become political workers: "Today, I will tell you about the issue of reconnaissance. Ah, as grassroots commanders, we will definitely send scouts in battle. Now... can anyone tell me what battlefield elements should the scouts reconnaissance be reconnaissance?"

"Hey, detect the number of enemies during the day, weapons and equipment! Sneak attack at night..." someone immediately answered.

"See where the enemy is coming and ambush..." Another addition.

"Get the enemy's back to collect intelligence..."

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Most of the platoon leaders in the first, second and third companies were speaking enthusiastically, but the old gods from the Ninth Company were looking around, drinking water and eating, sitting down and resting without saying a word.

The teacher immediately discovered this situation, thought for a while and smiled: "Comrades are all right. Since we are studying, we should talk about it. This will improve each other, right? Well, Comrade Luo Fugui, why don't you speak?"

Everyone's eyes immediately pointed at the mule on the edge. The guy had just stuffed a piece of steamed bun into his mouth and vaguely heard that he was being named. He turned around and looked at the group of people staring at him. He had no idea what the instructor said, and he was immediately confused.
Chapter completed!