Baliying is more than ten miles east of.

The wilderness is desolate and shattered.

The wind is blowing.

The spring sunshine is weak, and the spring breeze instantly takes away the warmth, and it seems like a knife is cut after brushing through the face.

A short and strong man as short as a refugee was lying on the river bank, and three or five people wearing dog-skin hats spread out around.

The short and strong man was lying on the river bank and looking eastward.

In the field of view.

A yellow military uniform was slowly coming from the dry and uneven river.

The team had more than ten people at the beginning, and the front rifle was carrying a plaster flag. The team of more than a hundred people followed closely behind at a distance.

The sand on the riverbed was covered with clay, which was dry and hard, and the military boots could not be broken. The team came all the way, and there were almost no footprints left behind.

After seeing it clearly, the short and strong man stood up and waved his hand and shouted. The vigilant soldier holding a gun in the riverbed followed the birds singing loudly.

The sergeant among the vanguards quickly trotted up the river bank and looked at the person on the bank, dressed in rags and broken holes everywhere, and gray cotton was rolled out in many places. The east and west of the shoulders, arms and knees were patches of different colors of the original clothes.

If this guy hadn't been talking about birds, his warriors might have already stabbed him with bayonets.

The man in front of him had exhausted on his face, and seemed to have been in the wilderness for a long time: "Call you commanders here!"

Listening to this person's tone... it's quite a bit.

The sergeant hesitated for a moment, but still shouted at his subordinates. His subordinate immediately ran away, as if he was going to report to the Japanese commander who led the team behind him.

Not long.

The lieutenant of the devil took his two men and trotted along the riverbed, and then went directly to the river bank.

The short and strong man did not meet him, but the old god was still standing there. It seemed that this position was not low.

The lieutenant with agile steps saw the person in the refugee costume, his eyes immediately shone, and he bowed slightly and said, "I sincerely believe in you, thank you for your hard work."

It seems that the two should know each other.

The Japanese named Chongxin said in a cold tone: "Why are you here now?"

The lieutenant quickly explained: "We received the order a little late, and the guerrillas hid in the day and left at night..."

Chongxin suddenly raised his ears and raised his hand to interrupt the lieutenant's speech: "The gunshot seems to be small..."

Next to the lieutenant, the short assistant shook his head and carefully analyzed: "Maybe, the battle is coming to an end."

Chongxin squatted down and pointed at a footprint on the river bank: "From the traces, the guerrillas should have passed by here a day ago. Now, I hope it's still time."

The lieutenant thought carefully: "You are really sure...what group of Eighth Route Army members left these footprints?"

Chongxin showed a proud expression: "No matter what kind of training a person has received, as long as he walks or passes through a place, he cannot completely erase the traces. He only leaves a little bit of omission, just a little bit, which is completely enough for tracking experts. You should believe in our abilities."

The lieutenant despised: "What if it were the footprints left by other guerrillas? Besides... when will your work partner fall to dealing with these guerrillas?"

Chongxin did not answer and began to analyze: "There are no two people's feet, but they are exactly the same. The shapes of toes, heels and footboards, and the depth of footprints are different. Look, these footprints are big and deep, which means that this person must be heavier than others. If nothing unexpected happens, he just saw the fat man in the guerrillas, and the footprints next to him are small and delicate... they should be left by that girl."

Can you judge a man and a woman by footprints? The lieutenant didn't believe it, but he heard him say so well... he raised his hand and pointed at the small footprints on the ground: "But... the footprints suddenly disappeared here, how do you explain?"

"Haha, there are carriage wheel prints next to it, which means that she got on the carriage here..."

"Okay, you've made sense, but what does this piece of military boots mean?"

"From the traces, this footprint appeared at noon today, and completely covered the footprints of the guerrillas coming from the east. There are two possibilities: one is that the guerrillas are wearing the shoes of the Imperial Warriors, and the other possibility is that other Imperial Army troops are pursuing..."

"Isn't it the Imperial Army?"

"The footprints on the ground are messy, the imperial army marchs, the team is neat and the pace is even..."

The lieutenant had to accept: "We chased them for two consecutive days, and almost thought that this group of eighth leaders could really go to heaven and earth."

"You should learn about the Eighth Route Army guerrilla warfare!"

Let the Imperial Warriors learn to fight guerrilla? The Lieutenant was upset: "Then can you... deduce their next move?"

Chongxin shook his head: "That's not my scope of work, I'm just cooperating with you to find them."

The lieutenant suddenly spoke: "I have a question to ask for advice."

Chongxin raised his eyebrows: "You said."

"The guerrillas are everywhere, why does the headquarters attach so much importance to this guerrilla team?"

"If I tell you that in the occupied area, there is a squadron of the Imperial Army plus nearly two battalions of the Imperial Army, plus a regiment of local armed forces that defected to the Imperial Army, and was defeated by the guerrillas with a battalion of troops, do you think we should pay attention to it?"

The lieutenant was a little discouraged: "It is indeed worth paying attention to, but let's all stand up teams... to deal with these guerrillas. The headquarters seemed to be a big deal."

"As an Imperial soldier, you should obey orders!"

The lieutenant shook his head: "We have important goals this time, and it is really a waste to chase these guerrillas!"

Chongxin suddenly said in a stern tone: "Your real purpose is to go into the mountains to carry out the raid of the National Army Command, and to eliminate these rats is just a way."

This person who even knew his own action goals was definitely not simple. The lieutenant was stunned for a moment and saluted: "Yes!"

"As an Imperial soldier, we should pay attention to our opponents!"

The lieutenant was always uncomfortable: "But, no matter what, the elites should not be allowed to participate in this kind of guerrilla encirclement operation..."

"No, no, Lieutenant, please allow me to correct your understanding. I am an intelligence officer. I am chasing this path. My nose is more sharp than a dog, and my eyes are sharper than an eagle flying in the sky..."

The lieutenant listened quietly, and of course he knew very well about the division of imperial military personnel.

But he never expected that this person would say that he was not a soldier!

This feeling was very bad, and the lieutenant burst into anger: "What do you mean... the Imperial soldiers cannot bring you honor."

"You are wrong. I think you soldiers seem to be more like beasts. I am not saying you beasts, I am saying that all of you are beasts."

“Baga…”

Chongxin shook his hand: "Don't forget, I'm not your subordinate. If you feel unhappy, you can report it to the headquarters. Now, please respect...Respect your dirty military uniform."

"Don't forget that you are affiliated with the Army Gendarmerie unit, and you must obey the unified command of the military."

"I don't know when you developed this kind of arrogance. If it weren't for the support of our intelligence department, your military would be blind. We are the eyes of the empire and not the killing machine. Do you understand?"

The lieutenant's face turned dark and a little discouraged. He raised his hand and pointed a heavy letter: "I can't understand if I let me encircle the guerrillas!"

Chongxin suddenly waved his hand, asked the other Japanese devils next to him to retreat, and then took out a paper bag from his body.

A thick stack of photos in the paper bag, a few photos on it? It seemed that all the footprints were taken. Quan Chongxin picked a few of them and handed them to the lieutenant: "Look, what are the similarities between the footprints on the photo and these on the ground?"

"It should be the same as the big and small footprints on the ground just now!" The lieutenant saw at a glance that the footprints on the photo were almost no different from those on the ground: "But, what can this mean?"

"You should never forget the shame of half a team of elites being cut off in their heads on the night two months ago!"

"What's the meaning?"

"This is a totally unexpected discovery..."

"I do not understand!"

"This small footprint appeared at the scene, and this big footprint appeared outside Qixian County! If it weren't for the large and small footprints appearing at the same time, perhaps we would never have found anyone who sneaked into the warriors!" Chongxin said this, paused for a moment, and pulled out another photo from the photo: "And, these military boots are stained with the blood of the warriors, and now it also appears here!"

The lieutenant began to be excited. Everyone in the stand-up team knew that more than 30 warriors were broken last year and the revenge of the Eighth Route Special Forces!

For this reason, the headquarters also specially published a newspaper to disband the forward team!

This time, the Eighth Route Spy agents appeared here...

Appear in front of yourself!

Immediately raised my hand and gestured to the assistant not far away, and the assistant quickly stepped forward.

Soon, the messenger took out two small flags and waved them to the east on the river bank.
Chapter completed!