Guantao.

West of the Wei River.

Nan Guangcai Village.

On the plain under the night sky, gunshots suddenly sounded in the north of the village.

The gunshots were getting closer and closer to the village, and finally they were heard in pieces.

The village was in chaos under the moonlit night. The children cried and the women shouted in the yard. Several old men threw the grain bags into the pit dug early and deliberately shoveled some new soil.

A soldier rushed into the village panting and asked the busy villagers: "Lao Zhang, where is Lao Zhang?"

A middle-aged man came from the tunnel and stood in front of the militia: "What a panic!"

"A large number of puppet troops came from the north! The two wings scattered to the southeast, and quickly organize the fellow villagers to move south..."

Upon hearing this, Lao Zhang turned to the roof and shouted: "Erdan, hurry up and organize the working team members to go to the east to reinforce, Sanzhuzi, let the villagers of the militia organization in the village and the wounded comrades enter the green gauze tent in the southeast!"

"Yes!" Militia squad leader San Zhuzi turned around and ran away with the two militias.

The soldiers reported the news were anxious: "We platoon leader said, don't go to reinforce! At least a thousand puppet troops came to sweep this time... The platoon leader said that he could stop the puppet troops. After your work team hid the food, he quickly followed the militia fellows to enter the green tent..."

"Thousands of puppet troops?" The old man was stunned for a moment and directly rejected the soldiers' proposal: "We will practice so many times, and it will be absolutely fine to escape from the enemy's encirclement this time!"

After saying that, he told the staff members who got up after hearing gunshots at the homes of ordinary people and rushed to the north of the village: "Immediately divide the troops into two groups, blocking the puppet troops surrounding the east, and blocking the puppet troops from the west!"

It seemed that he ignored the puppet troops coming from the north.

"Report to the captain, the first and second divisions of the armed work team have been assembled!"

Lao Zhang waved his hand resolutely: "Check weapons and prepare for battle!"

Village South.

Villagers gathered on the grain drying ground.

The militia platoon leader Sanzhuzi felt a little panicked: "According to the retreat method taught us a few days ago, we can transfer immediately!"

Nanguangcai Village is not far from the county town and has been swept away by the Japanese and puppet troops many times.

This transfer was completely orderly.

The village is close to Weihe and is not greatly affected by drought.

Many people in the village fled from the south and learned to give up big bags and carry small bags.

The team is transferred very quickly.

...

The southeast of the village is in the green yarn.

Hiding a group of men in black.

On the edge of the green gauze tent, a traitor from the sergeant holding a shell gun looked around and said, "Will we lose our sons and grandchildren be lost?"

The traitor in black next to him shook his head: "If it weren't for the 8th Route Army here, it would be great if everyone joined the imperial army and became a submissive citizen..."

"You know, if there weren't Eighth Route Army activities here, the cunning rabbit died and the lackeys cooked, how could our brothers have any good job..."

"Hehe, is this called Yangko Zizhong?"

"You still know how to raise a bandit...we are waiting for the rabbit now!"

"Here..." Seeing the black crowd coming out from the southeast of the village, the traitor in black raised his voice and shouted loudly.

Lao Zhang led the armed working team members to go east directly.

I was a little worried inexplicably.

The armed work team held a meeting today, and so many enemies appeared.

Obviously, there are traitors among the villagers!

Gunshots are constantly coming in front.

The militias that blocked the puppet army were fighting and retreating southwards by using the familiar terrain.

Lao Zhang looked at the location of the militia and puppet troops in the east, and breathed a sigh of relief.

At the current speed of the villagers, they will definitely be able to enter the Qingshi Tent before the puppet army surrounded the dragon.

The thug gun is very suitable for night battles. Anyway, neither side has any accuracy, at least it can make those puppet troops surrender to the rat.

Gunshots in the plains under the moonlight come one after another.

The puppet troops from the north to the south have entered the village!

Lao Zhang had a trace of worry on his face.

The puppet army trained by the Japanese have become stronger and stronger in combat.

In the past, a light machine gun could scare the puppet army away, but now, the equipment of the puppet army is getting better and better!

And the combat power is getting stronger day by day.

Bang...

A sudden sound of a muffle gun came from the southeast direction.

Lao Zhang stopped and turned his head, with a rough big face...

The gunshots that followed made him feel chilled: "No, there is an enemy hidden in the green gauze tent!"

...

When the first gunshot was heard.

An Eighth Route Army wounded man turned over to the ground on the stretcher.

"There is an ambush!" Then he pulled out the wreck gun that had been placed in the holster on his chest: "The wounded who could move gathered immediately!"

Even though he was lying on a stretcher, the wounded from the Ninth Battalion was still not panicked.

Twenty or so stretchers quickly gathered together,

"Seventh Platoon Leader, don't worry, we are ringing a shell gun in front of us, and 80% are traitors of the detective team..."

"I'm worried that a few traitors dare to play big swords in front of me..." A wounded man pulled the rifle with a thunderous sound.

A few days ago, the Japanese rushing force convoy was ambushed. They were injured in their legs and feet, as well as the seriously injured, had to stay at the homes of the villagers to recuperate.

There were more than ten militiamen with them. Although they were injured this time, the Ninth Battalion did not ask them to surrender their weapons when they left.

They even left them with ammunition.

Now that I suddenly encountered an ambush from the enemy, the wounded did not even panic too much.

The soldiers of the Ninth Battalion are different from many troops. They are recruits before going to the battlefield. Even if other teams have been on the battlefield, they can only be considered to have some experience. Following the Ninth Battalion to the battlefield, they dare to be called veterans if they have been on the battlefield once!

The reason is very simple. Ninth Camp does not lack guns, but it seems that it has never been short of ammunition...

Even the recruits, as long as they don’t wet their pants, they have shot more than ten bullets at the Japanese as the squad leader shouted.

Teaching by words and deeds is better than any kind of training.

But to say a little bit scared, that is a lie.

The general was the courage of the soldier. When he saw the injured soldier in front of him, he was a little scared. A soldier with two eyes on his thigh even shouted that he would lift his villagers to turn directions and lay on a stretcher to raise his rifle...

The militia walking in front were half kneeling on the ground and raised their rifles to fight back into the green gauze tent.

Bang...

A bullet flew past the heads of the militia lying on the ground.

The sudden flash of the muzzle and the dull gunshots made the villagers carrying the stretcher scare so much that they almost let go.

The smoke from the shooting then choked into the nose, cough... cough...

The person who pulled the bolt on the stretcher started to scold: "Didn't your mother blow your courage in the whole village? I said, "Isn't you coughing, hey, don't shake your hands..."

Perhaps, in the eyes of many people, the wounded are burdensome.

A warrior whose calf was shrapnel a few days ago shouted to the villagers who were rushing forward with him on his back: "Don't you have eyes? Hurry up and go to the left, our people in front block the shooting circle..."

Behind the two, the villagers who were carrying a rolled stretcher under their armpits were hugging and following closely: "Oh..."

The militia lying on the roadside immediately shouted: "You yell, don't lose my backpack..."

"Liu Laosan'er, I said, have you fought a war with Comrade Ninth Camp? Is it almost the Eighth Route Army?"

"When I look back, I will say to Instructor Hong and let you join the Eighth Route Army!"

"You're serious? Does that Red Instructor have three heads and six arms?"
Chapter completed!