The world has long been corrupt, and the people on the plains have fled, but it does not mean that there is no one in these desolate lands.

On early spring nights, the weather is still cold.

Even if a timid escapes, he is likely to be dead.

The gunshots on the plains rang from afternoon to late at night. There were not many brave people in the troubled times, and spies from all walks of life gathered near the battlefield.

Let the turtle hide in all walks of life and the gods can no longer hold back. Snakes have snake paths and rats have rat paths. If the information is not well-informed, it will not be able to occupy a foothold on the plain.

Most of the people in the district moved away, but this barren land that the Japanese were too lazy to sweep was a good place for the development of bases.

The command center left on the plain arranged for information networks in various places to report information to a village in the base area.

An oil lamp was lit in a dilapidated yard. A middle-aged man frowned and pointed at the map by the broken table: "Do you think Li Huanzhang and the others are targeted by bandits here?"

"Yes, the correspondent requested reinforcements, saying that they received more than 100 bandit prisoners... and many were seized and surrounded by the Japanese."

"How many bandits have come?"

"The specific force is unknown. The intelligence personnel discovered that a team of more than 100 people went to Dahan Village early. Dahan Village is a must-pass place for Platoon Commander Li and his friends. It is estimated that the bandits wanted to block Li Huanzhang there and then attack him in front and back..."

"Li Huanzhang is a smart person, so it shouldn't be easily ambushed by bandits." The middle-aged man nodded.

"Chief, you are as expected. According to the correspondent, they should have moved to Shawo Village now."

"When did the team we supplemented with the Independent Group?"

"I left after dark. If nothing unexpected happens, I will be near Li Huanzhang, but most of them have no guns."

The middle-aged man slapped the table: "Let's go, let's take a company to reinforce us! If you dare to make a decision, you must take the opportunity to hurt the bandits this time, so that they will be afraid when they hear the words Eighth Route Army in the future!"

"I'll just go, you'll still stay and take care of your house."

"Okay, be careful."

...

The order has been issued, and Li Huanzhang and his men are on the periphery to guard the situation, and finally more than a hundred numbers have been collected.

The militia were divided into groups and digging trenches on the roads entering the village. Some of them followed the Eighth Route Army soldiers and looked for shooting positions everywhere.

The prisoners and the wounded bandits were all concentrated in a yard, where a fire was lit in the yard, and they were all concentrated in the yard.

There are people everywhere.

The militia is not stupid. As long as the bandit brigade comes, these guys will probably find ways to riot!

So I didn't stay with these prisoners at all, but set up a warning position outside the yard. A soldier was standing at the door of the yard with his torch, with his fingers strung on the grenade pull ring. The grenade was shaking left and right, afraid of being pulled out of fire, which made the bandits tremble.

The man was still polite: "Hehe, everyone will listen! You can send food to you later. If anyone wants to make a small move, as long as he leaves this door, I will hit someone with more than a hundred guns outside the courtyard. If anyone wants to climb over the wall, I will throw this grenade into the yard to see how you die then!"

The method Li Huanzhang thought was very simple, let the bandits stare at people by themselves. In that case, if anyone overtakes the wall, he will definitely be pulled back by others!

Another yard not far away is quite large. The original owner should be the landlord of this village. Ten wounded soldiers from Wangpeng Camp, 1st, 2nd, and 9th battalion, gathered together, and it was only a little crowded.

A fire rose in the spacious main hall, and there was a piece of fire lying on the ground, leaning against the wall, and sitting in a circle. There were seriously injured people on the beds in the houses on both sides, and there was still a piece of ground.

The villagers who helped deliver supplies were spreading the bedding rolls for the wounded to cover the wounded.

A smell of blood filled the air, and there was a smell of sweat in the air.

A second battalion soldier lying on the bed in the wing room on the side of the house was facing the Ninth battalion soldier sitting on the ground next to him, yelling: "Hey, I said... Didn't you just get a hole in your leg that was right by the Japanese? You should be able to shoot... When is it now? Do you have the nerve to stay here?"

The person from the Ninth Camp turned around and looked at the person from the Second Camp: "I am a machine gunner. Do you think there is a machine gun?"

"Machine gunner? How could your mother's machine gunner be hit by the Japanese in the calf? If you were shot, it should be the bandit's machine gun that drove you out, right?"

"Then why would your mother be hit by the enemy again? Are you pointing your butt at the bandits on the battlefield?"

"I was lying on the ground and hit the gun..." The second company turned his head and looked at the other person lying on Camp Ninth: "What about you, you are shot in your arm, at least you can run... Why are you faced being carried back!"

The person with his arms tied to his chest on the ground was full of pain at this time, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

"Didn't you see his arm being blown away by a bandit mortar?" The person from the Ninth Camp who spoke earlier was angry: "You second company, you have such poor kung fu, don't you know how to go out and do some serious business?"

"I... Forget it, I can't even sit now, so I'm too lazy to tell you."

"Then you can still shoot down?"

"Ah, what you said seems to make sense..." The second camp person's eyes lit up and immediately shouted outside: "Come here!"

A young man with a villager immediately appeared at the door: "Uncle, what's wrong?"

"Hurry up and carry me to the roof, I want to fight the bandits!"

The boy was serious: "My father said, you are wounded. Before we died, it's not your turn to go to the battlefield!"

"Who is your father?"

The boy thought for a while and bulged his chest: "Captain Zhou, the district team of Pei Village militia team..."

"Minister of the Militia? Then do you know how many bandits have come?"

The boy shook his head: "I don't know."

"Then...where are the bandits now?"

"have no idea."

"Then you hurry up and get me my gun!"

"I don't know where your gun is..."

"Ask you don't know anything, are you a good meal?"

"No, I ate a piece of beef last night, and it tastes so good... If you want to eat it, I'll get it for you..." The boy said sincerely, then turned around and left the house.

Seeing this man saying he would go to get beef, the wounded soldiers in the house were stunned. In the battle the day before yesterday, many horses were killed... Although only salt was added, the horse meat tasted real...

But the boy said he went to get beef? No matter his beef and horse meat, the wounded immediately developed sublingual fluid and half of the injuries were healed.

Not long after, the young man who went out entered the house with a pile of wood.

The one on the bed couldn't help asking, "Aren't you going to get the beef?"

The boy felt embarrassed: "Uncle Zheng and the others were still cooking, saying that they were not cooked yet..."

"By the way, this village has been burned by the enemy several times. Where did you find the wood?"

The young man started to build wood and prepared to set up a fire: "It was dug out when digging the trenches."

"Trenches? You said militias could dig trenches?"

The boy blushed: "Don't underestimate people..."

"Don't worry, I said this wood looks a bit like a coffin?"

The man from Jiuying next to him immediately laughed: "There is no grave on the road at the entrance of the village... How could he dig out a coffin... I really don't know..."

"I'm talking to him, I care about your nothing? Besides, who has stipulated that people cannot be buried under the road?"

"You know what a fool, you are buried at the intersection and are trampled by thousands of people. The ancestors cannot turn over for generations..."

"As you say so... Then from now on, we will bury all the Japanese buried under the road..."

A wounded man on the ground cursed, "I said you fool, you want to make a fire... you can't put fire next to me, right?"

Everyone turned their heads and saw that the young man was a little busy, with the pile of wood being placed next to the wounded.

"Isn't this a roasted pig?" someone smiled.

"How can you call yourself a pig? How can you realize it..." A wounded soldier stopped him seriously.

Ha ha ha ha...

He even laughed like a bunch of laughter, making everyone in the layer seem to have forgotten the physical pain.

The second camp asked again: "Hey, boy, I'm talking about how old you are?"

"fourteen!"

"Have you shot?"

"I haven't tried it, I've touched it a few times, and I have a shuttle logo!"

"In this way, hurry up and call Li Huanzhang over and say I have something to do to find him..."

This chapter is over.
Chapter completed!