The moon is west.

The moonlight cannot shine on the hillside of the western ridge.

The crooked machine gun tongue in the dirty face's hand began to shine.

The sound of thud begins to echo in the valley.

Bullets roared into the Japanese camp in the valley.

The thin tent canvas cannot stop the bullets at all, and screams come from time to time.

The Japanese in charge of the alert, regardless of the slightest, held their rifles and aimed at the string of flames on the hillside.

The Japanese began to drill out of the tent and put on military uniforms to pull equipment.

There are regulations for the Japanese camping. After being attacked in the middle of the night, they cannot run around at will after they are attacked from the tent.

The soldiers began to organize their teams, and under the leadership of each team leader, they slowly prepared to establish a position.

Before he could fire the gun, the machine gun suddenly stopped.

The crooked machine gun in the dirty face's hand was mute.

It wasn't him who was shot or he was transferring positions.

But the machine gun is stuck.

The stray bullets shot by the alert Japanese had no accurate idea at all, and all the bullets hit the rocks below the machine gun position and thumped.

Maybe the Japanese did not judge the target distance accurately in the dark, or maybe they calculated the upward ballistic incorrectly, so they should hit a little higher.

Suddenly, another machine gun fired.

Accompanied by the obvious Czech arrogance, another barrage spilled into the group of gunfire holding a rifle and fighting back.

The telescope can only vaguely see the continuous wafts of stone chips and soil ash on the ground illuminated by the bonfire in the valley.

The machine gun ballistics pulled out an elegant ballistic, and from time to time a bunch of strange blood flowers flashed.

Wherever the ballistic passes, the invincible elites began to evade in panic. The rifles outside the ballistic directly targeted the new fire spitting port and fired again.

Twenty bullets were not fired at all, and Luo Fugui directly replaced a full magazine. This time he even avoided the point shooting, and directly scanned a large piece of it.

The storm-like bullets were murdered in the Japanese camp.

In the darkness, the commander of the Japanese squadron kept singing and scolding.

A Japanese man grabbed the machine gun pod on a stone, and put a crooked machine gun first. The machine gunman was crazy about the birds singing: "Tracing bullets, guide..."

The machine gun deputy shooter pressed the special-seeded bullet into the bullet compartment.

The machine gunner pulled the machine gun and immediately returned the color to the Czech position where the flame tongue had just been extinguished.

Three consecutive sounds were heard.

Balls of flames shone in the muzzle.

Three bright white lights tore the darkness that the moonlight shines and sprinkles halfway up the mountain.

The Japanese machine gunner gritted his teeth and judged the location of the target and the ballistic pouring

Adjusting his shooting posture, followed by another three-point shot, and after observing again, he shouted: "Fire the rifle, raise the target position ten meters!"

Then, the other two machine guns set up began to fight back.

It is easy to fight on the mountain, because there are many goals, you can get the goal no matter how you fight!

The target on the mountain is small, with two machine guns, shooting back and forth, but the results are completely different.

Luo Fugui was already running up the mountain with a machine gun. He didn't expect the Japanese to react so quickly. He only fired two magazines and the Japanese arrived after they fought back.

This is still at night, and you should not be able to take advantage of it if you continue to fight.

The best way to go is.

My dirty face was speechless and wanted to smash the crooked handle. This broken thing has not been exhausted for thirty rows of bullets.

The Japanese machine guns were fired back.

Seeing that Company Commander Luo Fugui had already run away with a machine gun, he clearly didn't want to attack.

He held the machine gun and greeted Wenwuquan next to him: "Why are you still standing there? You're leaving..."

When the Japanese sentry fires the gun, they will immediately approach the machine gun.

However, what awaited them were two dark bayonets.

The Ninth Camp is different from the Second Camp, with the bayonet being sharp.

After the Second Battalion came, the bayonet was painted black, and there was no other thing in the mountains, and there was not much earth paint.

It once made Wang Xiaosan suspicious, and the cooking class’s bottom is not bad at all now.

It is said that the thing is mixed into earth paint and applied to the bayonet, and it will not fade for ten days and half a month...

The two bodies were pulled out.

The militia accompanying the team are no matter what kind of crotch cloth.

If the warrior hadn't stopped him, this guy would have even been preparing to cut his flesh...

According to him, he was going to take it back and feed the dog. When the tone of this guy speaking, it was obvious...

The mountains are high and the moon is west.

The night breeze is blowing.

Run away after two shuttles, a typical Eighth Route Army harassment tactic.

After firing back a few shuttles on the hillside, I saw that the movement of the hillside was no longer, and the fire stopped.

How could the Japanese devils modify it? If they are beaten and don’t fight back, then they can still be called Japanese devils?

So, the mortar was swinging directly, and the range of the grenade cannon was not enough, so it was impossible to fight back.

Soon, the dark west hillside was marked into several areas by the Japanese commander.

As long as the Eighth Route Army dares to fire again, the mortar will definitely make the Eighth Route Army lose their worries!

The sentry arranged on the ridge doesn't have to think about it at all...

However, until the sky turned white in the east, there was no movement on the mountainside.

...

It is located in the valley west of the valley.

The fire is blazing, and you must cook the porridge before dawn, otherwise you can see smoke from cooking when you stand more than ten miles away.

"Report, the mark is always south..." A soldier rushed into the valley.

"Who is the bastard, did he send someone to reply?"

"I don't know this..." The soldier thought to himself, how could I know?

Old Belt Qi shook his head: "Maybe I missed it. I think we should consider going back and catching up with Battalion Commander Hu and the others."

The sentry responsible for the north guard ran over panting: "Report, the battalion commander sent a correspondent here..."

"Where is the correspondent?"

"I ran away and stayed in the north with Ding Si to guard me, and asked me to pass this letter to Company Commander Luo Fugui..."

Luo Fugui jumped up, and Chief Hu did not give the letter to the little girl, but to himself. This was so shameful: "What letter..."

Take the note from the guard whistle, get to the fire, and look at it, and don't recognize half of the words above...

He handed the note to Xiao Hongying next to him: "Read it to the company commander!"

Xiao Hongying immediately jumped up and muttered: "The north is blocked, and a large number of Japanese soldiers are rushing to the east, waiting for an opportunity to go south with the district team..."

Without much words, Xiao Hongying suddenly asked Li Xiang standing next to him: "What is waiting for an opportunity..."

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Xiao Hongying nodded and added: "The superiors issued an order, and all the troops in the Tainan area were broken into pieces and entered the enemy behind Tainan..."

"No, blockade to the north, then Boss Hu and the others..."

"You ask me, how could I know..." Xiao Hongying put away the note: "Let's go to the north correspondent to ask about the specific situation..."

More than ten minutes later.

Xiao Hongying squatted in front of the correspondent who had not recovered yet: "What the hell is going on?"

"When I came here, the battalion commander was arranging to disperse the wounded to the homes of nearby villagers to take care of them, and he said he would arrive later."

Xiao Hongying's eyes lit up: "What do you mean is that if the fox doesn't go to the division headquarters, he can't return to the base?"

"A large number of Japanese soldiers who were sieging the division headquarters are siegeing. Fortunately, the division headquarters has been transferred in advance. The order was originally sent to the Pingshun County Brigade of the Guerrillas. We just happened to come together. The battalion commander and others should come with the county brigade."

It's dawn.

A team of two or three hundred people appeared in the northern valley.
To be continued...