The mountain road is steep, and you will go up and down the stream from time to time.

In the middle of the team.

Xiao Hongying pulled the backpack of the soldier in front and walked carefully on the mountain road that was only one person wide.

From time to time, he turned around and muttered to Hu Yi behind him: "Fox, why don't you talk?"

Hu Yi's narrow eyes kept scanning the sides of the mountain road, and seemed not to listen to her.

"I think you are thinking too much. The Israeli army is different from the Eighth Route Army. We implement the order of perseverance. We are developing bases behind enemy lines, and we have a mass base..."

"Yeah." Hu Yi didn't notice the little girl's words at all. In fact, it already represents a very high level of awareness, and there were still deep worries between her eyebrows.

"Do you know that friendly forces lack the mass base, so they lack the most basic source of intelligence. What kind of people are those of the Rangers? If they cannot solve this problem, they will be defeated by the enemy one by one... Do you say something?

"Hey, are you thinking about vixen again?"

"Are you thinking about Aunt Zhou? It's such a trouble, you're just saying a word..." Xiao Hongying suddenly stood still because the soldiers in front stopped.

Hu Yi directly bumped into him.

The little girl screamed strangely: "Hey hey hey, dead fox, I said you really don't have eyes?"

The news ahead quickly came: "I have to climb over a mountain wall before. Company Commander Ma said, "Let's find a flat place to rest for a while and replenish your physical strength..."

There are not many truly flat places on the mountain road, all of which are left to the stretcher team carrying the wounded.

Fortunately, before departure, all the seriously injured were handed over to the district to move away. Two dozen Japanese stations were beaten by the Japanese, and they fought with more than a few, and arranged appropriately, three were sacrificed, and more than a dozen injured were not very damaged.

From entering the mountain, everyone in the team was in a different mood.

After winning consecutive battles, I received the order to rest, put down the bicycle on my shoulders, took a bag, sat down and started rubbing my shoulders and legs.

Heartless and laughing.

The topic that was discussed most among each other was the veterans bragging about each other and eliminating a few Japanese, as well as sharing the thrilling battle process.

As for destroying a few puppet troops, I can only get a comrade-in-arms to say it...

Even though the recruits had participated in the battle in person, they still listened with relish.

More people are still in a heavy mood, and they cannot hide the grief of the sacrifice of their close brothers of life and death.

I haven't had a look for almost a night. Since it was a temporary rest, most people didn't seem to feel sleepy after sitting down.

People who were carrying a rifle and hung a thug gun, who were originally looking forward to a thug gun finally believed what Hu Yi said.

"The wrench gun with a range of only forty or fifty meters is really useless when facing the enemy head-on, and the rifle is reliable." The wrench gun was thrown aside by the veteran.

"That is, when fighting, he held a rifle and hung a wrenched gun that was almost shot during the battle... It was a complete burden."

"That's right, the bullets of the trumpet shell are difficult to deal with, and the puppet soldiers don't have many bullets..."

The recruits next to him agreed deeply.

I have been on the battlefield, and the battle is very intense during this period. I rarely fight against hostility at close range. I unconsciously think so.

The soldiers who had always been looking forward to the shells of the shells seemed to no longer envy the squad leaders with the shells of the shells of the shells around their waists.

After all, although it is cool to have a wreck gun... but it is useless to not kill the enemy?

Besides, can he save his life if he is cool?

Another reason why the soldiers are not attracted to the crooked shell is that the crooked shell bullets are difficult to deal with.

No wonder, the Japanese soldiers have seized a lot of shell guns, but they never equipped Japanese soldiers!

Unconsciously, new and old soldiers began to use their equipment to the Japanese... and even friendly forces.

The battle process experienced each time is different, which causes the soldiers to have different understandings of battle.

"... On the battlefield, you have less burden and more flexibility. When you run away, you have more chances..." In the middle of the team, thousands of thin men lying on the stretcher were teaching his soldiers carrying the stretcher experience.

He suffered skin injuries, the key point is that he twisted his foot...

The one who carried the stretcher for him was a recruit from Tian Sanqi Company. He sat next to his thin heads and was not convinced at all: "Then why did our platoon...the company elder emphasized that he had to practice bayonets?"

"When the bullets are enough, fighting with the enemy with bayonets is just a matter of water." Wan Zhangxiu didn't know the details of the Ninth Camp, shook his head on the stretcher and glanced at the top of his head.

"I think what you said is wrong. If you are in the yard of the village or in the alleys of the city, the terrain is complex, and bayonets and mullets are better than rifles."

"Well, the situation on the battlefield is ever-changing. If the bullets are all gone, or the commander forces the order to persevere regardless of the life or death of being a soldier, it will still be useful at this time."

"We battalion commander will not ignore our lives and death!"

"Okay... Then tell me first, when did you fight in the city?"

"Hehe, I really haven't fought in the city. I just said that, that's the same as fighting street fights in the village, right?" the soldier asked curiously.

"What's the same? There are dense houses in the city. First of all, we have to make a judgment. Those places are strategic places... Forget it, you are a country bumpkin, too lazy to tell you."

"If you don't say it, don't say it. I'm too lazy to listen..." The soldier's saliva splashed thousands of times as he spoke.

"Just tell me..." Another platoon leader followed the stretcher and first fought with Hu Yi in the county...

A group of veterans sat around Hu Yi, forming a bunch of them, and the topics they talked about were different.

When the team is big, it will naturally be divided into three or six levels, and the officers and soldiers are equal... Uh, I was wrong.

"...Hey... the big eight-pillar rifle of the friendly army is really good. There is no need to pull the bolt. If I can have one, I will take it to the Meixian County Town tomorrow..."

"Oh, what's the point of Duan County? If I had that gun, I'll just go and knock down the Japanese An County Airport..."

"Look, you two idiots have never seen the Japanese cannon..."

The two new recruits who were sending water to the side eavesdrop on the veteran's conversation and asked their companions curiously: "Didn't we get two of them when we ambushed the Japanese? Li Xiang even had to walk with the big guy on his back. Isn't it big enough?"

The man next to him muttered deeply: "Look, we don't dare to attack the Japanese airport. I guess that the Japanese guarding the aircraft gun must be carrying cannons."

This was heard in Hu Yi's ears on the bundle sitting next to him, and he was almost swallowed by water.

What kind of evil did you do? I brought out such a bunch of idiots...

It seems that we must really strengthen the cultural learning of the soldiers and let our subordinates have a deeper understanding of the enemy's weapons and equipment.

The instructor made sense when studying at the Anti-Japanese University. Working to improve the cultural level of the soldiers is actually the fastest way to improve the team's combat effectiveness.

Even if the battle is blown for three days and three nights, it cannot be finished.

If you talk too much about the battle, you will naturally talk about your comrades who died bravely during the battle.

At the beginning, they tried hard to pretend to be dissatisfied with their comrades' sacrifices. As a sob began, people in the team began to call out the names of their comrades' sacrifices from time to time, telling their comrades' goodness one by one.

"...Yeah, yeah... Erlangzi, we agreed to kill the Japanese back to their hometown together, and you just left...Yeah, yeah... Don't worry, I will be a machine gunner in the future and I will not be ashamed to come to see you if I don't kill all the Japanese..."

A recruit who was added to the division rolled down his face and murmured: "Yeah, don't worry, go with the ancestor. From now on, your mother will be my mother, your son will be my son, and your wife will be my wife..."

The warrior next to him who was also supplemented by the partition raised his hand and slapped the guy, "What did you say? You actually miss your youngest woman, are you still human?"

The beating was dissatisfied: "When he left, there was no strong labor at home. His grandparents and grandchildren were all women and children, and they might not all starve to death... Otherwise, you go to support his mother in the old age and see him off? Raise his son..."

"Uh... don't be embarrassed here. Commander Ma said that our Eighth Route Army has a wife to save the society, and will organize the masses to help the martyrs and the military families. My family is now a martyrs. The Eighth Route Army helps their family fields, and they also have food every month..."

Hu Yi listened quietly to the words from the recruits behind him.

When Lao Qin didn't come, he occasionally heard about these things, but he never took them to heart.

He finally understood the reason why the Eighth Route Army company was equipped with guidance and battalion instructors was that in addition to fighting, there was more work to do in daily life.

Whether it is the arrangements for soldiers who have to retire after being injured, or the usual literacy education for soldiers, or ideological work, the workload is actually very large.

Although Lao Qin's education is not very reliable...

"Report, we found two sneaky guys behind us..." Li Laosan ran to Hu Yi from the crowd sitting on the ground.

It made people gasp a breath of cold air. Next to it was a steep cliff. Although it was a gentle slope under the cliff more than ten meters high, if it fell into the rugged rocks and bushes, it would be disabled even if it did not die.

And this person was actually sitting among the dense crowds of people on the narrow mountain road, constantly jumping and walking like the wind.

It attracted a lot of scolding.

This chapter is over.

Another month passed, and before I knew it, nearly a thousand chapters were approaching. I really wanted to disgust Xiaozhi's leisure, but I didn't expect that I would persist for two years.

A thousand days and nights, thank you brothers for your support and love...

During the process, I also planned to write something else, but I always felt that I was not interested. Apart from deserters, I really couldn't raise any interest in anything else.

Many brothers only read but didn't speak. They originally planned to write four million words to transition to the Korean War. They didn't know how well they wrote...

Calm down and read the deserter again, and prepare to carefully revise it... The original writing was indeed immature.

I plan to write about 600,000 words and finish it at about 3 million words.

In addition, I found a book that was unstable and balanced when I recommended my good friends: "The Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War"
Chapter completed!