The patrol team, with gray backs, climbed up the hills and ditches on the rugged ridges, panting and trotting eastward.

The sun shines on the east side, and the mist is still floating upward from the ravine.

Ma Liang asked the special agent camp soldiers who were running fast in front: "...Hey, you should know someone who is on duty here, right?"

"Our battalion has more than 300 numbers, and the more than 200 people who have only expanded their squads have been recently drawn from local troops. How can I know all of them?"

"Don't know? What do you mean...the people around the division headquarters are all from your spy camp?"

"Look at you are a team of students, I tell you that some of the people in charge of the guards are the Division Guard Company. I said, as for the specific arrangements, you don't need to inquire about it. This is a secret!"

The sentry is definitely very hidden, and the special agents who serve as the guide do not know where the sentry is.

However, when arranged according to the whistle position, the direction of the warning is of course facing the north of the division headquarters. The observation area should not be the direction of the division headquarters. The appearance of telescopic reflections is precisely the reason why Hu Yi is suspicious.

The Eighth Route Sentinel was touched and drunk the Japanese soldiers who had been on the top of the mountain for a whole night. They even wore raincoats. They were forbidden to make fire when they were on duty. They were so cold that they were trembling. At this time, he led another Japanese and the two of them were separated.

I tried to stare at the bottom of the mountain from north to south, but unfortunately, the fog was shrouded in and couldn't see far.

The sudden appearance of the team on the ridge to the west surprised and panic, because there were quite a few people coming.

Logically speaking, the Eighth Route Army that changed the post should come directly from the bottom of the mountain instead of going around the circle and coming from the ridge. Moreover, it was too early.

In the telescope's field of view, several of the people who came had shell guns hanging on their shoulders, and the sergeant began to feel nervous.

Although the shooting level of the Eighth Route Army is not very good, it cannot open fire now. If the Eighth Route Army approaches and faces the serious lack of firepower in the melee of the Shell Gun, he can't help but complain in his heart.

There are four warriors on the ridge, and they shoot from a long distance. If they really fight, the Eighth Route Army will definitely not be able to take advantage of it. Once the gun is fired, it will be exposed!

The other two warriors were lying in the shelter under the ridge and should wake him up now.

Half of the people in the team were carrying Imperial Army rifles. These Eighth Route Army must have been stained with the blood of the Imperial Warriors!

As a grassroots commander, the sergeant was angry, but he had to calm down his emotions. He could not fire the gun until he had no choice but to fight ten to eliminate the confidence of these ten or eighth leaders.

The warriors at the foot of the mountain have not yet come up. Now is not the time to fight with the Eighth Route Army. They have been through the battlefield for a long time, and even if they feel that the crisis is approaching, they are still not in chaos.

Behind a certain rocky bunch, the sentry observing south was signaled by the sergeant and appeared first. The muzzle of the rifle pointed to the team not far away, shouting loudly: "Stop, command!"

The sudden sound scared the secret service soldiers and quickly shouted loudly at the distance: "It's as blessed as the East China Sea!"

A voice that was invisible in the distance replied: "Shoubi Nanshan!"

Accurate.

Finally, I saw clearly the head protruding from the stone near the south.

It was impossible to tell where the soldiers were from the accent, and the team continued to trot forward and entered about thirty meters away from the sentry.

Ma Liang, who was following behind, quietly observed the sentry left and right, and was sweating all over his head. He couldn't help but whisper: "There is something wrong with this sentry. Look at it. His current location is not a warning to the north at all!"

"Well... you observed it very carefully, but what if he only turned to the south after he found us?" The secret service soldier was still hopeful in his heart.

"If it was really your secret service camp, if he found that so many planes suddenly came from the sky, he should have observed the direction of the plane, right?"

"I mean, what if the Sentinel is really his own person? His answer was correct..."

"If it's your own person, what do you think the first thing he asked should be?"

"How did I know? Is there any mistake in his order?"

"You don't understand this. If it were his own people, he would only wait for us to approach before running out. You said right? He asked for the command from so far away, wouldn't he expose the wardrobe?" Ma Liang frowned and said.

He added with a brow: "You are worthy of the whistle. Will you show up on your own initiative when someone with unknown origin appears?"

"What you said? It seems to make sense!"

"He is obviously guilty. When you lead the team to pass the post first, there will definitely be more than one of them. Pay attention to finding another secret post. Tang Dagou and I stay behind the team and kill him!" Ma Liang made a quick decision.

"Can't you catch any living?" The secret service soldiers were a little nervous. They were usually swept by the Japanese in the mountains and took the people to transfer much more than when they were in war, and their combat experience was not rich.

"You think it would be difficult for the Japanese to disguise themselves as the Eighth Route Army to get our command? Capturing the Japanese alive? You can really think about it."

"Okay, I mean... I can make a contribution by capturing the Japanese alive!"

"What's the use of capturing a living person? Was it a waste of food? Or do you want to interrogate, do you still understand the words of the Japanese?" As the sentry got closer, Ma Liang rolled his eyes and his voice became smaller: "Can the Japanese kill him be killed?

Can't make a contribution?"

"It's right, uh... I just heard that the advance team would say what we said. If it was really an enemy, we could really try the first trial!"

"The Japanese came and airdropped materials. At the foot of the mountain in the north, there were 80% advance teams, and they were just judging!"

"Hey, I heard that the Japanese fights are so powerful. Can you two have a chance to do it? How many more people should be left?"

"Bah, we have been learning Park Buhuan for so long, two against one, do you think the kung fu I usually practice is in vain?"

"Don't change the pie? Who is that? Uh...and...you also...you can do it?"

Ma Liang didn't have time to continue talking nonsense with him: "A person who can dodge bullets!"

"You can really blow your fuck..." The soldiers of the special agent camp looked back and stopped talking.

Ma Liang stood on the side of the road and waited for the team to continue moving forward. He was about to stay behind the team to fight with Tang Dagou.

The team walked to the vigilant position before seeing the sentry standing behind the stone. Needless to say, there should be a hidden whistle hidden nearby.

I saw clearly the arrival of the team, the sentry rifle was flat, and I had to bite the bullet and contact the leader of the coming patrol team.

"Hey, have any abnormalities been found?"

"Report, a few planes have just flew north."

"Thank you for such a cold day... Be careful."

The speaker asked and led the man forward. The sentry didn't say anything, but his expression was a bit weird.

He looked at each Eighth Route Army patrol team walking past him, and looked at the 38th rifle on the back of the Tu Eighth Route Army, and couldn't tell what it felt.

When the two Tuoba passed by the sentry in the same Eighth Route Army uniform, the one with scars on his face stopped, took out a cigarette from his pocket, shook out one, and asked with a smile: "Hey, you have fire."

No?"

"Yes!" The sentry hesitated for a moment, held the gun in one hand, reached into his pocket and quickly pulled out the box of matches.

"Uh, that platoon leader Wang Qijin has just returned from outside the mountain. You just changed the sentry yesterday. Have you seen him?" Ma Liang took the match, lit the cigarette, and then stuffed the match back into the sentry's hand.

The sentry was stunned. It was difficult to answer. He couldn't answer it without answering: "I heard... it seems that he is back... but I haven't seen it."

Ma Liang remained silent and changed the subject: "Hey, do you want to draw one?"

"I'm sorry, I won't smoke..." The sentry breathed a sigh of relief. These two eighth-ranking leaders should not be their opponents.

"It's cold enough this day, I'll leave first." After Ma Liang said that, he moved a little bit to the side.

The big dog thief came up.

The sentinel had a little surprised expression and had to hand over the match that Ma Lianggang had returned to him to Tang Dagou again.

Tang Dagou quickly reached out to pick him up.

"What are you doing when you hold my hand?" The sentry burst out subconsciously, his heart tightened, and he secretly called for something bad.

"Damn your mother's little hand is really white." Tang Dagou said, and hugged the short and fat sentry in front of him.

Ma Liang turned around and rushed forward, reached out to grab the rifle held by the sentry with one hand, and immediately clenched his other hand into a fist and smashed the Japanese in the face.

The well-trained sentry responded very slowly. When he twisted his body, he immediately broke free from Tang Dagou's hug, and his body tilted, while avoiding Ma Liang's big fist.

Two fists cannot match four hands, not to mention that Ma Liang and Tang Dagou are even taller than this guy. This guy staggers and stands firmly, leaning against the stone on one side, and he has no choice but to retreat.

Ma Liang and the Japanese grabbed rifles respectively, while Tang Dagou relied on being taller than the sentry and bullied himself forward again.

The three of them immediately fought together.

Bang.

Ma Liang was punched in his eyes and staggered, but his hand holding the rifle was not loose. The Japanese used one hand to deal with the three hands and actually tied with the two.

Ma Liang's eyes were filled with stars, and he quickly stood firm again and punched the Japanese in front of him.

The Japanese who pretended to be sentinels complained that they would not fall. With one-on-two, the soldier's sense of honor made him reluctant to put down the rifle in his hand.

Otherwise, as long as he has the chance to draw a bayonet, he can directly stab these two terrorists and eight people: "Baga..."

When Tang Dagou on the opposite side heard this sound, his eyes turned red and he immediately became fierce. He had no time to pull the gun. He lowered his head and took a step forward, rushed into the Japanese arms, hugged his waist, and overturned the Japanese jaw on his head, and rolled to the ground with the Japanese at the same time.

The two wrestled together, and Tang Dagou was immediately overturned by the Japanese knee, and the horse four-ring rifle hit the ground with a clanging sound.

After rubbing the frame of his eyes, Ma Liang quickly pulled out the bayonet, aimed at the sentry that had the upper hand and stabbed it diagonally.

The sharp bayonet directly stabbed the cotton coat and stabbed it into the body of the fake eighth route.

A tragic scream came from the ridge.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!