Pan Zhuzi's platoon was placed at the end of the team. He felt depressed. Hearing that the platoon was left with a broken pony, he ran over panting and reported: "Platoon leader, we found a team behind us!"

"What? Behind you, you said someone is coming from behind? Who is it? Do you know it?"

"Hey, those who are following from behind must be friendly troops. As for which part they are, how do I know? We will have to wait until they come up to find out." Xiao Ma finished speaking intermittently and took a deep breath carefully.

"How to talk? Well, then, go and report to the girl. It's disgusting. They moved us to the back. There is not even an enemy in this mountain. Friendly troops are here. Are they all trying to rob them? Advance team.

Does it smell good? What the hell!" Although Pan Zhuzi was not convinced by Jiulian's anger, he had to bow his head under the eaves.

"If there really is an advancing team in front, it won't do anything to us. All the good things have been taken up by the Ninth Company." Xiao Ma was discouraged. Listening to the platoon leader's tone, when they set off, the intelligence said that three units of the advancing team were killed by the Beishan Regiment.

One, there are only two teams left, not just half a platoon? Can it be my turn?

In other Eighth Route Army units, if a company encounters a small group of Japanese soldiers, it has to run as fast as it takes to fire a few shots.

Now there is the Ninth Company who is not afraid of death, and the equipment is in the Eighth Route Army. It is awesome. I heard that there are only half a small team of Japanese soldiers. What I am worried about is that there is no chance to fight the Japanese soldiers!

None of the Eighth Route Army masters or the little devils knew that the Japanese advance into the mountain consisted of three reduced squads. The Japanese formation was different from that of the Eighth Route Army. A small team of fifty or sixty people was actually equivalent to a reinforced platoon of the Eighth Route Army.

The pony received the instruction and ran forward in a hurry. The other soldier stayed on the spot, preparing to join the remaining soldiers, and the rest followed Pan Zhuzhu and continued to run forward.

…

As the captain of the advance team, Okawa Tokichi had early received the news that the leading soldiers had discovered the team in front. He felt that he was the most unlucky. After finally wandering around in the mountains for two days, avoiding the stragglers from the Eighth Route Army, he was killed by the soldiers in front.

A group of eight soldiers blocked the way. Okawa Tokichi hesitated. If he attacked the front team at night, the terrain in the mountains was complicated and the troops could not be deployed at all. From the terrain point of view, it was beneficial to the defending side. The key is that time would be wasted here, and the gain would not be worth the loss.

Not long after following the front team, Lieutenant Okawa discovered that the Eighth Route Army in front was marching very fast even at night. The Japanese with short bodies and short legs could not keep up with the Eighth Route Army in front.

The two Japs, who are good at speaking Chinese, are the leading soldiers. Until now, they can only watch the fire dragon in front of them from a distance in the mountains. They want to catch up and find out the news. After running for a while, they can't catch up.

The words they originally thought of were not put to use yet, thus ruining the opportunity for the two Japs to show off their foreign language skills.

The tense atmosphere among the vanguard soldiers and Japanese soldiers finally eased a lot. Unfortunately, before they could even fart, the vanguard soldiers bumped into the broken Eighth Route Army.

The voice behind the stone on the roadside shouted loudly, and asked: "Hey, which section are you from?"

The Japanese soldier was so frightened that he almost threw himself into a rage. He plucked his ears and felt overjoyed that all he had learned could finally be put to use.

Under the moonlight, both sides were dressed in eight-way attire, with patches of different colors on their knees and elbows, which were very conspicuous!

"We are troops of the Fourth Brigade and we are on a mission. Which part are you in?" The Japs leader saluted with his gun in hand, and almost couldn't help but bow, speaking in authentic Shanxi dialect.

The Eighth Route Army soldier who made the loud noise before looked at the friendly salute with satisfaction, got out from behind the stone, held a gun in one hand, and returned the gun salute used when being paraded with the other hand: "We are the third company of the independent regiment, executing the break?

Mission, hey, why are you still on the road in the middle of the night?"

As for the other party's reporter being from the Fourth Brigade, I had heard instructor Yang mention it before that there seemed to be such a unit in the Eighth Route Army, so I didn't bother to ask again.

"Well, we also have a mission, right, aren't you on your way?" The short Japanese man dressed as Eighth Route Army hurried back.

"Let me tell you the truth, hey, you'd better go another way. We are here. Fighting the Japanese advance team, I guess it won't be your share. Oh, you can't even drink the soup?"

The leading soldier was startled. He subconsciously grasped the unfamiliar 79 rifle and asked, "How do you say this?"

"We have received the news that the Japanese advance team is just ahead. Are you satisfied? There are twenty or thirty Japanese who are about to encounter us. Is he okay? Is there any problem for you?"

The Eighth Route Army soldiers of the third company looked at the "friendly troops" in a daze and continued to say, "Huh? Why don't you say anything? Follow us, you are just watching the fun!"

While he was talking, a group of people behind him followed him, and they roughly counted them: "Hey, there are quite a lot of you, and they are also a company? Forget it, if you want to follow, then just follow. There seems to be no other way on this road.

,I go first!"

They didn't notice at all that several Japanese soldiers had drawn out their bayonets. The two soldiers turned around and headed towards the third company chasing them!

Several Japanese soldiers with bayonets drawn advanced toward the team members and looked at each other. When they saw the tall, thin, black squadron leader coming forward, he waved his hand and put away his bayonets unwillingly.

The entire team in the valley was speechless.

Okawa Tokichi was helpless. It would be no problem to eliminate this group of Tubalu, but the time would be unaffordable.

"Forget it," Okawa Tokichi suddenly said with a sinister smile: "The intelligence on Tubal Road is too bad. Since they think we are in front, then we will follow them. Now, keep moving forward, they are not slow.

, and following that, there may be unexpected gains!”

"What did you say? They are troops of the Fourth Brigade, with a company? Well, who cares, if they are willing to follow, they can follow. When we fight the Japanese, they will have to stare at us!" Pan Zhuzi received the news again, and as usual

Sent the letter forward.

No one in the Eighth Route Army would have thought that the god of plague from behind has already arrived!

The Ninth Company's urgent need is to hurry up. The news brought by the correspondent is very important. The company commander and the political commissar are facing dozens of Japanese. It's dangerous!

Logically speaking, there are dozens of Japanese soldiers with strong combat capabilities. It is too late to hide. Why join in the fun? Are they seeking death? Xiao Hongying is cursing!

If you know that there is a division behind the fox, you still won't take out your eyeballs and use them as cannons! This is not seeking death, this is obviously going to heaven?

The correspondent should have gone to the Independent Regiment a long time ago. After catching up with Political Commissar Ding, the mission was completed. He went back to the division to report that the 9th Company of the Independent Regiment was in Shannan and discovered the advance team.

The division had heard a lot about this kind of news, and they also heard about the fake Eighth Route Army in the north! Now that the Japanese team had gone west and no attention was paid to it, the correspondent was delayed for another day in going back and forth, and was ordered again to send a message to the independence

In the regiment, the correspondent did not have a moment to relax. He had been delivering messages in the mountains for many years. Although his physical strength was very good, his legs were tossing back and forth for several days, which was still a bit too much.
Chapter completed!