A valley more than twenty miles north of the division headquarters.

The Japanese began to check their equipment and hurriedly stuffed the food that was airdropped into their mouths. The number was not large and they were all good things.

Not long after, three Eighth Route Army soldiers in shabby military uniforms appeared sneakily at the entrance of the valley and replaced the alert sentry.

In the sky to the west, the roar of the plane engine sounded faintly.

As planned, the bomber took off from the western Changzhi Airport and after half an hour of flight, it bombed the target under ground guidance.

On the ridge, several Japanese in Eighth Route Army uniforms were fiddling. After a while, three pillars of smoke rose, but were immediately taken away by the mountain wind.

...

Liu Manhe finally felt relieved. When he was still rushing in the mountains an hour ago, he vaguely heard planes flying and explosions in the south. He thought the Japanese had entered the mountain to bomb early in the morning. There were many such situations. Although he didn't take it seriously, he was still nervous all the way.

The group entered the flat valley and met many ordinary people on the way. They also asked several guerrillas who were on guard, but they couldn't figure out what was going on. Anyway, the Japanese plane had already flew away, and the target of the Japanese bombing should be the division command.

The valley is flat, but it is relatively common to see that there are still hills everywhere, but there is no need to climb steep mountains.

The sun finally shines into the valley.

Liu Manhe left the team again, ran to a hill beside him, pulled out his telescope and observed south for a long time, but found nothing unusual.

After a trot, he returned to the team under the hills again. The middle-aged man asked, "Hey, why are you so nervous? The Japanese plane has left long ago. Besides, it can be heard when the plane comes far away."

"Hehe, didn't you say there was a team in the mountains? If you encounter it, we must prepare first."

"This is our base. Look, the clothes we wear are no different from ordinary Eighth Route Army. The Japanese may not be able to like us, right?"

"That's not possible. The leader of the group told me that the leaders must be safe."

"Always be vigilant in our base area. Xiao Liu is doing a good job." Another thin middle-aged man praised him later.

The group continued to walk on the valley path, and the correspondents in the team occasionally greeted people on the roadside. He walked on this road for many years and had many acquaintances.

A soldier in the team ahead led a man who looked like a commoner with a bird gun on his back and stopped by the roadside.

After Liu Manhe came over, he immediately saluted: "Report, this is the guerrilla captain in the village and said he found something was wrong!"

"Hey, Xiao Liu, why are you here too?" The militia captain looked at the correspondent who followed behind.

"Uncle Zhao, what's going on?"

"You know each other?" Staff Liu glanced at the correspondent next to him and asked while walking.

"I have seen it several times when I delivered the letter before." After the correspondent said to Liu Manhe, he stepped forward in two steps and shook hands with the guerrilla captain wearing several patches of black clothes carrying bird guns.

"In the morning, everyone was watching the plane. On the way to school with a child in the village, I told the teacher about the situation. A team went from south to north, and finally went down the foot of the mountain to the valley to the west."

Staff Liu scratched his head: "What's so strange about our team going to the west valley?"

"The kid said that most of the team was wearing new military uniforms, so we were careful?"

The correspondent saw that he was at the end of the team, interrupted him: "The New Year is coming in just one month, so it's not surprising that our people are wearing new military uniforms."

Uncle Zhao quickly added: "After I received the news, I immediately went to check it out and found that the footprints left on the ground were not cloth shoe prints or straw shoe prints. It was a bit like the footprints left by enemy military shoes. Just as I was about to report the situation by superiors, I met the team in front of you."

"Military shoes and footprints? There are also many comrades in our team wearing captured Japanese military shoes. What's the situation?" The correspondent glanced at his foot wearing captured military shoes.

"I thought so first. Some time ago, our propaganda team has been promoting the need to be vigilant against anti-enemy spies and not let go of any abnormal situations. The key is that the footprints left are almost all of the leather shoes, which is abnormal..."

"Where are the footprints I found? Let's go and see..." Before the staff officer Liu finished speaking, he suddenly stopped. He listened carefully and his face changed: "No, the enemy plane is here again. Immediately notify the team to find a hidden place!

The guerrilla captain quickly said: "There is a sunken place in the mountain wall in front. We can go there and hide first, and those footprints are there."

"That's great. It's still a little while for the plane to come. Let's leave quickly." Liu Manhe frowned. It was indeed abnormal for this situation in the base area. You can't let go of any clues.

The marching team immediately changed its direction and accelerated its speed to the cliff to the west.

Soon, a large group of people leaned against the mountain wall and poked their heads out to look at the sky with louder and louder sounds.

"It seems that the Japanese have already heard the storm from the division, but if the enemy only sends planes to bomb, the enemy's Ministry of Works will prepare for more than a month, and it seems that the plan has been ruined again." A slightly thin middle-aged man occasionally looked up at the sky and whispered to the middle-aged man next to him with a firm and calm expression.

"Anti-anti-spionage is not a matter of one or two days. We must keep going. At the same time... we must also beware of the friendly troops around us."

Liu Manhe led five or six people along the foot of the mountain to the valley where the guerrilla captain found footprints.

The roar of planes in the world became louder and louder, which surprised Liu Manhe, but the enemy's bombing target was definitely not his own team.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, the plane flew in from outside the mountain and could not happen to meet.

The enemy must have other goals.

Several people slowly approached the valley where footprints were found along the winding mountain walls.

“…I’ll be there again.”

"Uncle Zhao, you are indeed very vigilant, but you can't be a soldier, right?" A spy soldier next to him felt that it was a bit of a big deal.

"Don't talk, go over and take a look!" Staff Liu walked behind the guerrilla captain, and saw that he would take another turn.

"Oh, Staff Officer Liu, those footprints turned to the valley in front. I originally planned to arrange someone to report the situation to my superiors first, and then go in and take a look." The sound of the sky was loud, and the guerrilla captain walking in front occasionally raised his head and his voice became much louder.

At the entrance of the valley, the three people who were hiding among the stones and looking at the sky were shocked when they heard the cliffs north of the valley.

He quickly lay on the ground and lowered his posture, and then he crawled back into the gaps in the stones in the valley.

Dingdang.

The crisp sound of the kettle colliding with the stone is also extremely clear even when sandwiched in the roar of the sky.

"Who?" the guerrilla captain shouted subconsciously.

Bang, a bullet came out of the valley, stretched his neck in the middle and looked into the valley's body.

Three gray figures, one running out of the valley, and the remaining two were stunned by the walls of the valley entrance.

According to Nakamura's idea, he was about to go out of the valley to run south anyway, so there was no need to talk to this person who suddenly appeared dressed up by the common people.

The plane is so loud that no one can hear it even if it fires.

As for this moment, who would run around the mountain wall, right?

The second lieutenant Matsui next to him looked gloomy. He was wearing an Eighth Route Army uniform, so how could he have to shoot?

The sudden sound of gunfire made Liu Manhe, who was about to turn around, confused for a moment, and naturally fell to the ground, pulled the rifle behind him to the front, raised the gun and pulled the bolt and pointed it straight ahead.

The guerrilla captain fell to the corner and twitched, and blood was bubbling out of his mouth and nose.

Liu Manhe made a gesture back silently. A soldier who had already pulled the rifle and pulled the bolt with his rifle, leaving the mountain wall and pulled it horizontally.

Footprints, a sudden gunshot, and the plane that was about to fly overhead in the sky. All of this is absolutely abnormal!

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