In the rising sun.

Ma Liang pulled out the map he just got.

Unexpectedly, the Japanese lieutenant had very detailed map icons.

Hu Yi took out his compass and compared it with the position above the map, trying to work hard to combine the map with the north in his mind.

After a while: "According to the Japanese, there should be a battalion of friendly guerrillas in the mountains, and what they encountered should be their peripheral troops in front."

"Brother, as you say, we happen to be in the area where the Japanese and friendly forces are combined?"

"It should be like this..." Hu Yi nodded, stood up and looked at the hillside: "Everyone changed into Eighth Route Army uniforms!"

As soon as they touched the ground, the sleepy team struggled to stand up, unbuttoned and changed clothes.

Soon, the team continued to move forward.

On the plain, bicycles are a good thing, but after entering the mountain, this thing becomes a burden.

The team quietly advanced in the long valley.

A voice in front of me was clearly spread: "...I've told you eight hundred times, I'm the Eighth Route Army..."

"Haha, I care whether you are the Eighth Route Army or the Ninth Route Army, where do you fight?..." The arrogant and tender voice continued: "Don't blame me for throwing the grenade if I don't leave..."

"Hey, fuck you don't rush to throw it away, we know your teacher..."

"Haha, it's useless even if you know our commander!"

Ma Liang's voice echoed in the mountain stream: "Independent Corps of the 18th National Revolutionary Army, hurry back and report."

"Ah, another verbal person is here. If you don't leave, I will shoot..." The childish voice seemed a little surprised: Hello, sir!"

A thick voice sounded on the hillside: "You baton only remembered to shoot at this time. Didn't you hit me just now?"

"Just now? Hehe, there were so many people suddenly appearing out of them. I was shocked and busy looking for cover-up, forgetting..."

A deep voice immediately shouted to the bottom: "Don't talk about this, no matter whether you are the Eighth Route Army or not, get out of here..."

Everyone stared at the battalion commander behind.

Listening to the familiar local accent, Hu Yi was stunned for a moment and marked it on the map. This should not be the defense zone of Li Zhenqing's 106th Division.

Before Hu Yi could speak, the person on the stretcher behind opened his throat: "Hey, who is in there!

The one above was obviously a little confused: "Gaha?"

“Where’s the corner?”

"Daowai, Harbin..."

...

Soon, representatives from the two teams met.

Later, the two teams joined together.

The soldiers who had been nervous behind finally felt relieved.

I kept rushing on the road, so tired that I couldn't open my eyes and could sleep even while standing.

Unfortunately, the soles of my feet were hurting while standing, my legs were sore that I was shaking, and my whole body was in pain.

There is not much flat ground on the ground, and there is no place to lie.

He threw the bag behind him onto the ground, and several people leaned together and pulled them up.

Not long after, a team appeared again in the mountains.

The leading middle-aged man looked at Hu Yi: "One or five?"

The serious Hu Yi tried to squeeze out a smile, but it was even worse than crying: "Eighth Route Army Independence Corps, Hu Yi."

"Who said you were from 105 just now?" The middle-aged man was alert: "Military Service Department, Guo Tiezhu, have you voted for the Eighth Route Army?"

It is not embarrassing to join the Eighth Route Army. Hu Yi ignored the other party's sarcastic tone in his question: "Why are you here?"

"It seems I should ask you this? Haha, we are currently under our jurisdiction."

Hu Yi's tone gradually became colder: "We have just crossed the Japanese blockade line and are about to borrow the way back to the base. Please make some convenience."

Guo Tiezhu hesitated for a moment and suddenly laughed: "But you must prove your identity."

"Agoing the New Year, you sent someone to our department for communication. A month ago, I met Commander Li."

"Among the people who participated in the exchange, there is a staff officer named Hu. Could it be you?"

Hu Yi did not hesitate: "It's me..."

"This is not easy to deal with, how can you prove that you are Hu Yi..."

Hu Yi was stunned. Yes, how could I prove that I am Hu Yi?

After thinking about it, I took out the sergeant certificate from my body.

Guo Tiezhu took it and looked at it, feeling a little amused: "You use a notebook for the reconnaissance team, you treat me as a stick..."

This matter is really troublesome, Hu Yi turned to look at the old bandit.

Old Bandit Qi looked at Guo Tiezhu with a proud look: "You guys are playing with Yu Jingsan, aren't you afraid that they will sell you?"

"What did you say?" Guo Tiezhu's face changed and he reached out to pull out his gun.

"Don't make a fuss, who doesn't know that your commander likes to smoke big cigarettes."

Guo Tiezhu slowly lowered his right hand that was placed at the handle of the gun at his waist: "Who are you?"

"I told you that I am now the Eighth Route Army. You are suspicious..." After saying that, Old Bie Qi took out a dagger from his body and threw it at Guo Tiezhu.

Guo Tiezhu skillfully copied the dagger in his hand. After just one look, his face showed an ecstasy expression: "Young Commander Guard..."

There are only forty people in the Young Marshal's Guard, each carrying three guns and one knife: the Bayin pistol is close to the body, the original mirror box is not allowed to back the waist, the horse box is inserted into the belt, and the leg gait is inserted into the dagger.

If it weren't for a veteran, it wouldn't be possible!

There is a word of the same name engraved on the dagger.

Guo Tiezhu respectfully returned the dagger to the old bandit Qi: "Uncle Qi..."

Old Bandit Qi, who was obviously a few years younger than Guo Tiezhu, suddenly became serious: "Don't be too slow here, hurry up and get us some food."

Hu Yi next to him frowned.

He knew very well that this guy named Qi was a fake!

Because he knew most of the people from the Young Commander Guard.

When the Ninth Camp captured the old bandit Qi, he searched his body. Where did he take out the dagger?

Of course, the old bandit Qi understood the reason why Hu Yi frowned and quickly shook his head at Hu Yi.

Since Old Bandit Qi relied on a dagger to prove his identity, it seems... there is no need to worry about it anymore.

Guo Tiezhu turned around and smiled and shouted at his subordinates who were standing aside: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and lead the way back to the station..."

...

At the train station, Chongxin roared at the phone with a dark face: "I don't care what you use, I must intercept the cavalry, and they brought the gold stolen from the Imperial mine..."

He was really angry and didn't expect that this would happen last night.

Originally, they just wanted to let the Eighth Route Army's members pass the blockade line in order to seize a bigger goal.

Unexpectedly, those idiots on the railway blockade actually let the Eighth Route Fortress Gold Team pass the blockade!

For many years, the Eighth Route Army has been building the Jiaodong Gold Mine. The Empire has lost several tons of gold to the end. It has finally found clues. It has been biting the tail of this Eighth Route underground gold transport team from Shandong. Seeing that the intelligence team was about to catch up with this group of people, it failed last night!

calm!

Be sure to be calm!

The gold loss can be compensated in other ways, but the talents of the Eighth Route Special Forces Group are more important!

The armored train commander next to him was a captain with a military rank, always arrogant and domineering, and still respectfully in front of Chongxin, and asked carefully: "Your Excellency Chongxin, what can I do to serve?"

Chongxin kept tapping the table with his fingers: "Prepare two radio stations, and immediately arrange five cars to take the ninth special squadron of the 223rd Regiment to stand by... The others were sent to Tang County and obeyed the second group's dispatch."

The captain was a little confused: "Besides the Ninth Squadron... are there other troops? How many troops are there?"

"Don't ask me, please contact your headquarters... Please!" After Chongxin said that, he got up and grabbed the bag on the table and went out.

The captain was stunned for a moment and quickly ran out: "Hiss Chongxin, who will the radio station be handed over to?"

"You are ready, someone will come to pick it up before dark!" After Chongxin finished speaking, he ignored the captain and waved to the two despicable ordinary people who were waiting outside.

The three people gathered together, Chongxin lowered his voice: "Have you determined the target direction?"

"The fourth group has just sent someone back to report, and the goal is to enter the mountain at around 7:30. The third group has followed and left a mark along the way." The short and strong man replied calmly.

"Go and go and have a look." After saying that, the three of them walked straight west out of the station.

The captain behind him was stunned when he looked at the mountains to the west.

"Report..." The lieutenant under his command came behind the captain.

"explain!"

"The railway has been repaired. Are we going to continue patrolling now?" The lieutenant was about to share the worries of the captain. He had never seen the captain so humble to a person.

"Shut up!" The captain had a dark face: "Prepare ten cars and two radio stations immediately..."

The lieutenant was a little confused: "Radio? Isn't there one on the armored train?"

Slap, slap loudly.

Five finger marks immediately appeared on the lieutenant's face.
Chapter completed!