"Report to the company commander and catch a living!" A thin soldier ran to the main company commander.

"Attack of the Japanese?" The main company commander frowned: "Just send it to the back. Come and ask me about this?"

"He said his surname was Zhang... He was from the Guard Battalion..."

"What did you say? Is his name Zhang Xiaodao..." The company commander was overjoyed and his tone was quick.

"Uh, it seems..."

The company commander reached out and held the collar of the little body correspondent on the back of the military uniform: "Your mother, where is he? Take me over quickly..."

The main company commander followed the correspondent to the trench and asked the correspondent who was leading the way with joy on his face: "Where is the person?"

The correspondent was a little dumbfounded and could not see anything in the darkness: "Will the prisoners be taken to the back?"

Borrowing the light brought by the Japanese's tracer bullet, the correspondent suddenly found a soldier who was knocked out lying in the ditch.

And the prisoners were just gone.

The company commander also saw the body of the warrior in the trench and slipped into the trench directly. He reached out to snort the two warriors on the ground. Fortunately, the breathing was even and long.

He lifted the soldier's head up and put it on his legs, then turned around and asked the correspondent standing on the edge of the trench: "What are you doing while standing there, hurry up and bring a kettle..."

The company commander took the kettle handed by the correspondent, unscrewed the lid and poured it into his mouth, and then sprayed it all on the face of the soldier on the ground.

The alert warrior woke up leisurely.

What caught his eye was the blurry starry sky.

It took a while before the company commander with a starry sky background, he subconsciously shouted: "The company commander is not good, the prisoner has run away!"

"I'm fine, hurry up and tell me, what's going on?"

"That...the captive resisted, we are ready to subdue him..."

"Hehe, uniform? Are you doing small moves again?" The main company commander was shocked: "Is that man named Zhang Xiaodao?"

"It seems!"

"He is his own person, you almost made a big mistake!" The company commander stood up and prepared to send someone to find Zhang Xiaodao.

"Company Commander, he not only knocked us out, but also stripped us of our military uniforms..."

""Yeah... Are you feeling aggrieved? Well, go ahead and dig trenches immediately..."

On the road.

In order to prevent the attack of the Eighth Route Grenade Launch, the Japanese turned off all the headlights and the plains fell into darkness again.

Xiong Erliang has experienced many battles and he has a precise grasp of the current situation.

Without continuing to go north, the team swaggered and stopped on the road!

The radio station was set up and the captain who came to reinforce argued about how to deal with the current situation.

The Eighth Route Army must have wanted to use the darkness and green gauze tent to fight against the black guns of the Imperial Army.

The imperial elites have completely occupied the edge of the Qingshi Treasure at this time. As long as they do not actively attack the Eighth Route Army, the initiative is still in their own hands.

The two of them quarreled through the telegram for a long time but didn't get any results.

The reinforcement captain blamed Xiong Erliang for not leaving the artillery tower. Now that there is no bait, it will become very difficult to suppress this group of Eighth Route Army...

Suddenly I remembered that I once saw the Eighth Route Army’s tactics in the briefing: the enemy was stationed in our trouble!

Obviously, the Eighth Route Army was preparing to continue harassment.

It is absolutely useless to deal with the raid of Tu Eighth Route Army in the dark blue gauze tent.

In this case, no matter how high the Warriors shoot, it is useless.

The imperial army has a noble status, so naturally we cannot walk into the green gauze tent with our own body.

Immediately, a small team of Japanese soldiers were sent to crawl into the green tent in batches.

Isn’t it just a harassment? Elites with excellent shooting skills and excellent tactics are definitely better than Tujiao Route Army!

After being slutted by the Eighth Route Army three times, Xiong Erhuang didn't give up and wanted to send a commando again...

The reinforcements have already set up an encirclement. It is not a problem to identify the enemy and us in the dark, but it is not cost-effective to fight against the eighth casualties.

Xiong Erqi finally decided to send another elite team into the Qingshiang tent.

...

Zhang Xiaodao was almost killed by his own people, and was full of anger when he was walking through the open space outside the artillery tower.

With his military uniform and authentic Ji Nan accent, the main team soldiers did not arouse suspicion.

The northerly, the closer we get to the Japanese back team.

"Who are you? Stop and don't wander around the position..." The warrior in the dark who was in charge of the alert saw someone coming from behind, quickly warned him.

The face of the visitor cannot be seen clearly in the darkness, and the warrior asked this sentence and another meaning: the visitor will report his own name.

The Eighth Route Army’s enemy-to-me recognition methods... rely on reporting names, or reporting that I am from someone in a certain company.

Zhang Xiaodao knew how to deal with it: "I am Zhang Xiaodao, a scout in the Guard Battalion. If there are important situations, you have to go back to report. Can you arrange for someone to lead a way?"

It is dangerous to run around on the position in a dark and lantern manner. In addition to hitting the enemy, it may also be shot and killed by one's own people.

There was a sound of footsteps behind, and a voice was filled with surprise: "Guard Battalion? Just in time, we were about to send a correspondent to contact Battalion Commander Hu, and you will follow..."

The battlefield situation is constantly changing, and it is not surprising that the guard battalion scouts appear here.

From time to time, bullets whistle in the green gauze tent.

Zhang Xiaodao followed the correspondent of the main group and walked quickly. In order to avoid being discovered by the Japanese, neither of them spoke.

Xiong Erqiu looked at the darkness and had to admit that the Turkish Eighth Route Army guerrilla tactics were quite clever.

In his eyes, guerrilla tactics are tactics that the weak side has to adopt.

Although the Imperial Army does not like it, it does not mean that the Imperial Army will not.

The two passed by the warrior hiding in the tent of the blue gauze. The warrior suddenly spoke: "Who?"

"Three Connect correspondent Wu Xiaoshu, hey, is there any movement from the enemy?"

"Not yet, little tree, be careful of the Japanese's cold gun."

"Have you mind, the Japanese are so angry. I'm not that bad luck... I still have a task, so let's go first."

After the brief conversation, the two walked north again in the green gauze tent.

Zhang Xiaodao suddenly grabbed correspondent Wu Xiaoshu: "There are people ahead!"

The correspondent was startled and came back to his senses and blamed: "I know there are people, all of us!"

"No, it's the Japanese!"

"You can really tell..."

"It must be them, I can smell them!" Zhang Xiaodao finished speaking and sniffed.

The correspondent couldn't help but shudder: "Can you smell the Japanese?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhang Xiaodao nodded: "Do you use soap when taking a bath?"

The correspondent shook his head in the darkness: "I can't afford it!"

"Do you smell the air with soap?"

The correspondent quickly sniffed his nose and tried to smell the smell of soap in the night wind. After sucking it several times in a row, he shook his head again: "I said...Is there something wrong with your nose?"

"Don't talk nonsense, they are here, at least ten!" Zhang Xiaodao was too lazy to explain to him. He was sure that there must be a smell of soap in the air.

"They? Who are they?" The correspondent looked at Zhang Xiaodao in surprise: "I didn't see it. Is your nose more flexible than a dog?"

"Hehe, if you stay on the battlefield for an additional year or two, you can smell the Japanese!"

The correspondent heard this and was excited: "Really?"

"Shh..." Zhang Xiaodao raised his index finger and placed it in front of his lips.

The correspondent could not see Zhang Xiaodao's actions, but could understand the meaning of the boo.

He quickly pulled the rifle on his back to prepare for combat, but he felt a little nervous: "Can they be my own?"

"Didn't you just say that my nose is more effective than a dog? You don't believe me so quickly?"

"It's not that you don't believe it, it's just that you're too mysterious..."

Zhang Xiaodao pulled out the dark bayonet: "Follow me, don't make any noise..."

"Our platoon leader said that in the dark night, we, as the defensive side, have an absolute advantage in the geographical position. At this time, we should calm down and continue to take the defensive posture and respond to changes in the future..."

Before the correspondent finished speaking, he followed Zhang Xiaodao and slipped: "Close your beak..."

"Why are you trying to hit someone?"

"So what if you hit you? Do you know what the guard battalion is?"

"What's the origin? When we fought the Japanese, you didn't dare to let one of them hide in the blue veil. We launched two consecutive attacks on the Japanese..."

"I didn't see that you could speak well..."

"Exceeded awards and more awards!"

"Oh, you've read... went to school?"
Chapter completed!