late at night.

A faint crescent moon is almost setting, and it cannot bring a trace of light to the earth at all.

During the continuous drought, the sandy roads on the plains were covered with floating soil when the wheels were rolled over. The wheels of bicycles continued to run through dust, and no one could hold back their firm steps.

The road slightly above the ground was run over by cars to form two ruts, but the ones that ran the most on the road were mules, horses and ox carts.

As for cars... even the Japanese don't like it. Except for the routine sweeping every year, where can you see the wheel prints at other times?

The bicycle convoy hurriedly on the plains in the bitter cold wind of early spring. It had been more than an hour since the departure. The bicycle rider kept changing positions with the soldiers in the back seat in order to achieve the fastest speed, but the speed of the team was still obvious.

Slow down.

The team was shaking on this road...at least it seemed that they were shaking, the handlebars were shaking left and right, and the torches on the back seat were shaking.

The dirt road seems flat, but in fact it is full of large and small pits. In addition to shaking left and right, the bicycle also shaking up and down, causing the back seat body to shaking up and down.

The people on the back seat were almost fainted, and they tried their best to grab the spring under the seat cushion with their hands again and again. The wheels swept up the floating soil on the ground, forming a small stream of dust fog, and the continuous dust fog filled a certain section of the road.

The more behind the team, the more people pedaling the bicycle can only see the gray road.

The sore thighs stretched and contracted desperately, and continued to stomp on the pedals. The person riding the bike with a creaking sound only felt like he was flying in the wind and sand...

There are no road signs, and no milestones to show the milestones, because the Eighth Route Army had already smashed all the marks on the ground, and I hope the Japanese can't find the North when they arrive here!

Most of the people in the team naturally had no idea where they were now, and only knew to follow the torch lights of the soldiers from the armed team in the front.

Short-distance travel is indeed convenient and fast. If you take a person on the back seat, you will find that it is not much easier than running, but in terms of speed, it is much faster than walking.

"Comrades, work harder... we have run halfway through, less than thirty miles away from the target!"

There were sounds coming and going in the team, from the front to the end of the team.

After a long time, someone who was not very skilled in riding a bicycle suddenly shouted: "Oh, there is sand in my eyes..."

After saying that, the man subconsciously let go of a hand holding the handlebar and was about to wipe his eyes. The handlebar immediately shook violently. The weight of the two people, he withdrew his hands and squeezed the brakes tightly.

I couldn't brake the wheels. The wheels were rubbed by the rubber brakes, but they were still swinging left and right.

The person in the back seat quickly stretched out his legs, hoping to support the bicycle under his crotch, but the reality was completely opposite to it.

Instead, the bicycle became more rapid, amid the screams of several voices...

With a bang, the two people on the bicycle rushed directly into the ditch on the side of the road.

"What are you doing if you are fine?"

"Didn't I see that you are not riding steadily, so I can help you with your legs?"

"Do everything will do. If I don't stretch my legs, I will come back if I shake it..."

"Blow it, just your skills, you still have to practice more..."

While they were talking, they stood up with their bicycles.

The convoy did not stop, and the bicycle with torches on the back seat flashed by: "Haha, another one fell..."

A minute later, a single bicycle was stopped on the side of the road: "How is the situation? Can you still walk?"

The two people in the roadside ditch immediately reported: "Hehe... that company commander Ma... It's okay... let's just ride it in another person!"

Half a minute later, the bicycle boarded the road again. The person in the back seat handed the two rifles to the "driver" and grabbed the bicycle handle: "You have a rest, I'll ride you in the back!"

After saying that, I got on the bicycle, supported the ground with my legs, raised my legs and was about to pedal my feet and ran to the ground, and I pedaled it out: "No, the chain has fallen..."

The person carrying the rifle immediately stepped forward and used the light of the torch passing by, stretched his hand towards the chain: "Isn't it done if you hang it up?"

After all the troubles, the bicycle finally set off on the road again and followed the bicycle team far away.

...

There is a three-way intersection in the southeast of the road, and a gentle slope with a slightly higher terrain north of the road.

Several black shadows were lying on the side of the road to observe, one of which was Captain Jia, who was hidingly holding his beloved telescope and carefully looking up the road.

"...Where did this damn cycling convoy come from? Look at the direction they are moving forward in Shawo Village..." The man next to him muttered in a low voice.

Captain Jia's telescope was always on his eyes: "There are more than 60 bicycles, almost a hundred people, and several of them were evenly dismantled mortars hanging behind them!"

The subordinates were shocked: "Mortar? Captain, they were all wearing black clothes and blatantly wearing torches... Could it be that the night attack team from other places have also run away from us?"

Captain Jia felt that this was a little bad: "This time I was troublesome. It seems that the Imperial Army does not trust us, so he transferred people from other places to encircle the Eighth Route Army!"

"From the direction they came from, it happened to be the one from the Eighth Route Army that fought yesterday. Could it be the Eighth Route Army?"

Captain Jia shook his head: "It's definitely not the Eighth Route Army. If the Eighth Route Army can have such good equipment, what else can we do on this plain?"

The subordinate asked: "They should have rode for a long distance and are not fast... Do you want to chase them and say hello to them?"

After pondering for a while, "I just want to say a word to my fart, and I don't say anything to my territories. I'm not looking down on us. Hehe, I'm poor in this place, but can anyone step on it?"

My subordinates agreed: "It is less than twenty miles away from Shawo Village. If you guys move faster, we should be able to arrive in an hour. We will see the situation at that time."

Several dark shadows went down the gentle slope, carrying a figure in the darkness, and following the crescent moon along the road where only one can see outlines, hurried south with the distant bicycle convoy.

...

The Eighth Route Army is all scree, and this is true. The speed of walking in the mountains for a long time was not slow, but now I went back to the plains and went into light clothes. I ran for more than 30 miles in more than an hour!

The night is late, and the moonlight in the sky does not work much. The team has been keeping a fast jogging speed, and there is no rest along the way. I heard that the bandits surrounded the injured team, and everyone is holding a lot of energy in their hearts and hates that they can't.

Arrive at the battlefield early.

The speed of moving forward with both legs cannot be fast, but it continues to flow southeastward like water.

The two broken carriages in the middle of the team kept creaking, as if they might disintegrate at any time.

The cold wind penetrated into the body along the neck. From time to time, someone wiped the sweat on his cheeks. The hot body could not feel the cold at all.

Sweat on my body and sweated through the military uniform, which was tightly attached to my skin, making me feel uncomfortable. I stretched my back to my rifle behind me to prevent the impact of my back every step I ran.

The leggings were covered with dust, and the military boots and cloth shoes were emitting heat. From time to time, some energetic murmurs came from the marching team: "Brother, I said... This place is so smooth, if you can do it, this is a kind of

Going on crops... One acre can definitely produce 500 kilograms!"

"I think so beautifully. How can you not grow a lot without water?"

"Tsk tsk...If the Yellow River hadn't changed its course, the land here would have been full of fertile fields!"

"It's useless to be a fertile land. Can the Japanese let you go?"

"Hehe, this time we will destroy the bandits first, and these lands will be returned to us. Then drive the devils away. I can bring the fellow villagers from the wine station to farm!"

"Can you have some potential? You know how to farm all day long... Wouldn't it be better for us brothers to do some business in the city in the future?

"Are you still the Eighth Route Army? If our Eighth Route Army does not farm... can it still be called the Eighth Route Army?"

"Well? Who said that the Eighth Route Army must farm? I am the Eighth Route Army to fight the Japanese!"

"Then we two killed all the Japanese and came back to farm together...how about it?"

"I want to raise chickens!"

"Raising chickens? Why?"

"Because the company commander likes to eat chicken..."

"Then we will farm half the land and half raise chickens!"

Luo Fugui, who was holding the carriage with one hand and swinging his legs quickly, smiled. His two men were quite conscientious, and it seemed... they had to take good care of him in the future.

The girl's laughter came from the carriage next to her.

"Why are you laughing at?" Luo Fugui asked casually.

The girl's voice came from the carriage: "You company commander... are not in vain."

Luo Fugui said proudly: "Of course, I don't look at who I am!"

"cut."

"I said, how could Boss Hu agree to lead the team to open Zhaojia Village?"
Chapter completed!