Okawa Tokichi was in a very unhappy mood, and under the light of a flashlight, he took out a stack of photos again: the three main leaders of the Eighth Route Division, Liu, Deng, and Li, etc., were fascinated by the sight, and clasped the photos together, showing a ferocious smile.

Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army came up with the idea of ​​blowing up the mountain, catching the Japanese off guard. The narrow mountain road they were marching on was blocked by huge rocks blown down from the mountain. The team members could use ropes to climb up the rock, or slowly climb up the jagged rocks.

Passing slowly, the mules and horses had no chance of passing. Seven or eight Japanese soldiers had already climbed up the rocks and were injured by the shaking and unstable rocks.

If the engineers have to wait until dawn the next day to clear a road, then the Eighth Route Army ambush ahead will definitely report to the Eighth Route Army headquarters that the fighter plane is right in front of them and will disappear in a flash.

"Send a report and ask the 20th Division to send out a large force. No matter whether they crawl or climb, they must pass through there and arrive at Y before dawn to assemble."

Your own team must block the retreat of the Eighth Route Army who ambushed the 20th Division. If possible, join the first brigade and directly attack the Eighth Route Army's division headquarters.

After giving the order, the Japanese soldiers began to discard the unused baggage, packed lightly, and prepared to advance towards point y on the map with all their strength.

Land y is actually a three-way intersection.

The Japs replenished their food and abandoned their unimportant equipment, leaving only guns, ammunition and radios. A group of Japs served as the front team and began to use their hands and feet to climb towards the mountain pass where the Eighth Route Army had left. On the steep mountain road, the Japs

He was gasping for breath on the spot as he jumped and crawled.

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In the barren ravine, a team was walking north-west. The first team was exhausted. The red-faced leader, whose expression remained calm and his heart was not beating, was none other than Pan Zhuzi, followed closely by the pony, who was holding tight and panting.

He was breathing heavily, and dozens of people followed him sparsely, out of formation.

"Platoon leader, you said that if we ran in front of them and met the Japanese, we would have done a great job this time, right? There will be no more trouble!"

"It's possible...probably not. There aren't too many enemies. You can accomplish a great feat."

"Then, what if those guys from the Ninth Company don't give up?"

"They are just mud and can't stick to the wall. What can they do? Besides scolding them, can they bite us?"

There were footsteps ahead, and a dark figure came back.

It was the leading soldier who reported back: "Uh, it's Platoon Commander Pan? Why did you come to the front again?"

"I want you to take care of me? If you fart, let it go. What's going on ahead?"

"Well, there are three forks in the road three miles ahead. The gunshots and explosions we heard earlier are gone now. Are you still reconnaissance?

Suddenly there was a loud sound of gunfire, coming from the south. I couldn't tell how far away it was, but the sound was very clear anyway.

It seemed that we were fighting against the Japanese again. When we heard the gunshots, they were all gunshots. The sound was high and low, but there was no sound of the old muzzle.

The leading colors gathered together. "With the fighting like this, did the Japanese start fighting on their own?" Xiao Ma asked!

"Do you think the Japanese are from the Ninth Company? Are you even sparing any of your own?" Pan Zhuzhu slapped Xiao Ma on the back of the head: "All of them are here, run forward!"

Chen Chong led a platoon and had already followed Pan Zhuzhu of the third company. In terms of hardship and marching in the mountains, most of Wang Peng's platoon was from the mountains. No one could compare with him.

The team in front was marching, and suddenly there was no order. The whole team had no organization and no rules. There was no unified command. The four chaotic platoons were all going their own way. The team was sparse and spread out for a mile.

The sound of gunfire tightened the hearts of the stragglers. Fortunately, everyone had the same goal, probably the same: to beat the fucking little devil.

Let’s not mention the comrades of Luo Fugui’s platoon for now.

Xiao Hongying looked up at the winding torches in front of her, trying to identify the source of the gunfire and trying to analyze some battle information through the gunfire.

The 38 caps were ringing like crazy. Such wanton shooting could only be done by the Japs. There was a crooked machine gun that fired three rounds in bursts. The shooting was quite charming. The Japs were really good at operating the machine gun.

"Let's hurry up and go at full speed to join them?" Xiao Hongying asked with her ears pricked up.

"No, Pan Zhuzhu, Chen Chong, Li Xiang and the others have already passed. The road is only so wide and it's useless to pile them up together!" At least Comrade Luo Fugui, who was a bandit, is experienced in fighting in the mountains: "What's more, there is a group of friendly troops behind.

On the road, no matter how good the advance team is, they can't defeat so many of us!"

The soldiers of the Model Regiment impressed Hu Yi with admiration. Three grenades exploded and collapsed a mountain. Due to years of weathering, a large piece of the boulder that was tightened by tree roots crashed and fell.

The mountain road was completely blocked. The south of the mountain road was close to the steep mountain wall, and the north was a bottomless cliff. In fact, it was not high, more than ten or twenty meters. It was difficult to see clearly at night under the dim moonlight, and there was no way to go down.

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Although Hu Yi was still a little worried, he was afraid that the Japanese would crawl over the rocks and use the rocks to intercept the enemy, which was unlikely.

The piled rocks are not very dense, and there is a cliff on one side. The Japanese who are not afraid of death must have started to climb over the rocks. After a dozen or three big piles of rubble, they stared at the ridgeline of the rocks!

There should be a large number of Japs behind the rocks. The torches illuminated the valley red, and the ridges of the rocks were clearly visible. Some Japs were unwilling to give up and threw torches under the cliff. It was too high and there might not be a way up if they went down!

It all depends on the rope.

To the Japs, the pile of stones in front of them was not very solid. If there were too many people on it, the stones would roll into the valley, taking the Japs with them!

A few have already fallen!

"They must be climbing on random rocks!" Squad Leader Wang clung to the mountain wall and whispered to Hu Yi and Political Commissar Ding.

The mountain road is narrow and there is no hiding place.

A few people waited for a while with worries and doubts, and finally saw a few heads sprouting from the rocks, and figures running north. One of the best distinguishable people in the independent group was Xiao Hongying, and the other was Xiao Hongying.

The bear who retreated first!

A few dozen meters behind Class 9 is Class 4, a few dozen meters behind that is Class 1, and about a hundred meters further away is Class 2 and 3, about twenty figures staggered together.

They couldn't find a hiding place here and began to retreat to the north. But what puzzled Hu Yi was that according to the shooting density of the 38th cover, there seemed to be no Japanese shooting, no machine gun sound, and no grenade launchers.

Hibiki, what is going on? It is absolutely impossible for a small group of Japs to completely disappear in such a short wave of attacks!

After waiting for a while with worries and doubts, I finally saw a few figures emerging towards me. The Japs wearing helmets were easy to distinguish.

Figures of people were intertwined among the rocks. The blocking group did not fire their weapons. The rubble was just a pile of rocks. They were waiting for more Japanese to come up.

A few unlucky ghosts lost their lives, but the immediate losses did not make the Japanese squad leader angry. Since it was a war, what was the point of such a loss?

The second lieutenant believed that this Eighth Route Army must be the elite of the Eighth Route Army. They would escape like rabbits after setting up a small ambush. Is this to prevent the imperial army from entering the mountains?

The last time we were attacked, we were the ones closest to these Eighth Route Army. Unfortunately, we were not familiar with the terrain and failed to throw grenades at the first time. We lost sight of the Eighth Route Army soon after.

As a result, the Eighth Route Army kept running northward and actually blew up the mountain. However, the Japanese didn't think that the Eighth Route Army really escaped again, because that was not in line with the temper of the Eighth Route Army in front!

So I searched carefully in this area for a while, but found nothing, and spent a long time in vain. There was no other way, unless I went back to Xiaowangzhuang South, which would take two more days. If it was really delayed for this long, I would be chopped alive by the captain.

Ordered to climb over the pile of rocks at all costs, a large number of devils gritted their teeth and groped their way up the rocks. The unstable rocks had already climbed down the cliff together with the unlucky ghosts.
Chapter completed!