"Order the troops. Starting in the afternoon, each squadron will attack alternately. After the first squadron fails to attack, the next squadron will take over. There must be no pause in the middle!"

Murano Masao didn't want to choke himself to death. Since the battle had come to this point, there was nothing more to say. He could only use wheel fighting to deal with Zhao Zhiguo's troops.

As soon as Zhao Zhiguo led his troops away from the position, the Japanese army launched a charge on the position. But Zhao Zhiguo, the captain of the fire brigade, had no choice but to continue in the direction where a Japanese brigade disappeared.

Listening to the intensive gunfire behind him, Zhao Zhiguo resisted the urge to turn back. He believed that Gao Cang and Qin Dongsheng could hold the position.

After a large group of Japanese troops crossed the dry lake bed, they entered the mountains to the north of Pingcheng. The mountains are like a cluster of peaks and mountains, let alone more than a thousand people. Without aerial reconnaissance, throwing a group army into it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

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"Commander, the Japanese army passed through here!"

Tian Kezhi took Zhao Zhiguo to the vicinity of the riverbed. There were scattered footprints around, which were the prints of rubber-soled leather shoes. In the Shanxi-Sui Army, only officers above the regimental commander could afford to wear leather shoes.

"Approximately how long has it been since the Japanese army passed away?"

Although Zhao Zhiguo and the others were able to follow the traces left by the Japanese army to catch up, he did not want the little devils to know that a Chinese army was chasing them. Otherwise, the Japanese army would set up ambushes around them and would not be able to detect them at all, and they would run into the Japanese ambush.

Even though Zhao Zhiguo had three heads and six arms, he could not escape.

"It's about an hour or so, not more than an hour and a half! It depends on whether the little devils are familiar with the road. If they are familiar with the road, they will march very quickly."

I wonder if the Japanese army will choose guides from the puppet troops or nearby villages. If someone really leads the way for the little devils, it will be difficult for them to catch up with the Japanese army.

"Arrange two veterans to explore the road ahead, and one platoon will be the vanguard, keeping a distance of about one kilometer from the main force."

Carefully sailing the ten thousand year ship, Zhao Zhiguo first released the soldiers exploring the route and then arranged the vanguard troops. The purpose was to provide a double insurance for his troops to avoid being ambushed by the Japanese army.

After the Japanese army successfully crossed the dry lake, they entered the mountains recklessly. There were trails everywhere in the mountains. Looking at the surrounding mountains and then looking at the map, the little Japanese were also confused. They regretted that they had not used the nearby mountains.

Grab a guide from the village and then go into the mountains.

There are mountains marked on the map, but after entering the mountains, it is two different things than looking at the map. This mountain peak and the next mountain peak are like twin brothers, and cannot be used as a reference at all. Only the sun in the sky tells the little devils the direction they are heading.

That's right, but it's impossible to tell where the specific coordinates of travel are.

"Another fork in the road!"

Two small roads lay in front of the Japanese captain. This was the second time they encountered such an intersection. He looked at the map and then at the road in front of him, not knowing how to choose.

If they take a wrong turn in the mountains, they will be thousands of miles away from where they want to go.

"Your Excellency Captain, there is no fork in the road marked on the map!"

Although the little devil's map is precise, the mountains of China are also the patron saint of China. If you have not lived in the mountains since childhood, you will get lost at any time when entering the mountains.

"Captain of the captain, do you want to arrange the troops to visit the road? Find a reference object?" A Japanese military officer suggested.

As long as they find a striking sign in the mountains, corresponding to the map, they know if they are taking the right.

The captain of the Japanese army nodded: "If there is a village nearby, it is best to catch a guide back."

In the war and chaos, many people hid in the mountains in order to avoid disasters and were separated from the world. Many of them were busy in order to fill their stomachs. They did not know that there had been tremendous changes outside the mountains.

When a team of Japanese troops appeared near the village, the simple Huaxia people just felt that these military uniform legs were cute, and they did not associate them as poor invaders.

The little devil was different. When he saw the village seemed to see the savior, they rushed into the village with a gun. The simple villagers did not expect that a disaster came to their village's head.

"Bang Bang"

The sound of gunfire was echoed in the mountains, and it seemed to be shouting for those innocent injustice. However, who can support these unparalleled people?

Killing, arson, looting, robbing the women, robbing the property, the screams and shouts of innocent people are full of villages, but before the burning flames, these sounds are so helpless.

The loved ones and friends around him died under the butcher knife of the Japanese army.

"Bang"

When the two little devils rushed into an old yard, the muzzle of an old gun was rushing to smoke, and only one shot was fired.

After a while, I died.

This is a soil gun, the bullet is an iron sand, which was used to prevent bandits. The owner of the soil gun is an old man who looks at least sixty years old.

He concentrated on loading gunpowder and iron sand.

However, an old gun could not be changed. The little devil behind heard a gunshot, and broke into the yard directly. The old man who was still in a bullet was killed by the gun.

The entire yard was torch.

Just when the Japanese army rushed into the village and looted, Zhao Zhiguo saw the thick smoke rising in the distance.

"Leader, see!" A soldier pointed at the place where the smoke rose.

Zhao Zhiguo held the telescope and looked at the thick smoke in the distance. The position of the thick smoke rose was at least five kilometers away from them. This was just a straight distance.

"Speed ​​up and catch up with the leading troops as soon as possible!"

Zhao Zhiguo ordered that the thick smoke in the distance was telling everyone that the little devil was slaughtering the innocent people again.

Several villagers were taken to the captain of the Japanese army. Although the Japanese slaughtered the village, they did not forget their plans. The villagers who had just passed from the ghost door and saw a group of Luoqian legs in front of them.

There are panic, nervous, but absolutely no yielding, because their relatives have died in the hands of this group of invaders.

"As long as someone brings us a way, I will give you money, big money!" The Japanese translator used less fluent Chinese, telling the villagers where they are going, as long as they take the team to their destinations, they will not embarrass them.

"Uncle, go to your uncle ..."

Although a villager was very scared, he still took the final courage to rush forward. He hit the Japanese translation to the ground. He wanted to strangle that translation to death, but the bayonet quickly wore a one from behind him.
Chapter completed!