Chapter 8 Military Action (Fourth)

"It's Liuhua River, only it flows backwards from east to west, flowing into Yanqi Lake in Lamagou." Zhao Tianlong thought for a while, frowned and gave a conclusion.

He and Zhang Songling are currently located at Dadianzi, and the straight-line distance is more than fifty miles from Liuhua River. The two brothers rode their horses and took about an hour to get to the river. The Japanese were hit by Zhang Songling's cold gun during the day. They would inevitably be more alert when camping at night. If the alert level is slightly higher, they can notice the sound of horse hooves at night and then make targeted counterattacks.

"The Japanese have two cars responsible for replenishing supplies. I killed the driver of the car during the day and broke the tires of one car. It should be able to delay them for a while." Zhang Songling nodded and added in a low voice.

"Then let's just go further, cross the river from the small mushroom forest, and then go to trouble the Japanese through the river bank!" As a famous grassland ranger, Zhao Tianlong spent a little effort to find a relatively safe marching route.

Knowing that the nearby terrain was far less familiar than Zhao Tianlong, Zhang Songling nodded in agreement, then turned over to the horse, and discussed the specific action plan with Zhao Tianlong on the back of the horse, brothers, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, the whole plan became feasible, not only could it create nightmarish trouble for the Japanese, but it could also save itself to the greatest extent.

No matter whether they are galloping in the grassland during the day or at night, there is no need to worry about hitting and hurting people. The two brothers ran for about an hour and a half and arrived at a forest that smelled of pine leaves. Zhao Tianlong greeted Zhang Songling, signaling the latter to slow down the horse speed, and then gently pull the reins of the mount. While regaining the strength of the yellow horse, he pricked up his ears and listened to the nearby movements.

"Sand, sand, sand, sand." "Wow, wavy, wavy, wavy." "Wow, wavy, wavy, wavy, wavy, wavy," When the sound of horse hooves was blown away by the night wind, the sound of wind, water and autumn insects gradually became louder, and they merged into a long tune, which contrasted the entire grassland with extremely quietness.

Zhao Tianlong listened for a while, then jumped off his horse and walked towards the woods. He checked repeatedly at the intersection of the woods and streams several times. He raised his head and whispered to Zhang Songling who was following two horses, saying, "There are no traces of car wheels on the ground, and I don't smell the smell of oil. The Japanese army should have not passed here yet. Can you swim? If you can, let's take the horses and Fu over. It's about ten feet away, which is about forty meters, or even more. In autumn, the river on the grassland is wider than in summer."

"I swam in the river in my hometown, and it should be no question within 100 meters." Zhang Songling thought for a while and responded softly.

"That's good, so we won't waste time laying a raft anymore." Zhao Tianlong nodded happily, reached out and began to untidy his clothes. The two old men didn't have to avoid anything. In the blink of an eye, they took off their guns and ammunition in the clothes they took off, and placed them horizontally on the saddle with dry food and water bags. Then they tied the reins of the two horses together, held them in their hands and walked towards the river.

The yellow horse ran away in sweat and was eager to jump into the water to wash it comfortably. The other Mongolian horse behind him was not a land duck. Realizing that the owner was going to take him to play with water, he was so excited that he sniffed. The two of them followed each other and crossed the river very easily. They found a relatively hard sandy land to go ashore, then packed their clothes and salutes again, and began to prepare for the next move.

Since there were no rut marks on the north bank of the river, it means that the Japanese had not passed here yet. Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling wrapped hay with torn clothes and wrapped horse hooves. While walking slowly east along the river bank, they widened their eyes and looked for traces of the Japanese. Their hard work paid off. They found more than twenty miles away. Under the dark night, they finally found a few lights, like the eyes of a devil, and they kept flashing brightly and darkly.

Zhao Tianlong made a gesture to Zhang Songling, ordering the latter to stop the mount, then turn over and get off the horse, tiptoe to approach the light, quietly observe the lights through a river for more than ten minutes, and then quietly walk back, lowered his voice and said to Zhang Songling: "The Japanese seem to be really tortured by you during the day, and you don't dare to close your eyes when you sleep. Just approaching the camp by the river, two open and one secret whistle were arranged, maybe more than one, I haven't had time to look for it in detail, but the Japanese standing guard are not very energetic, so we should be able to find a chance to start."

"Where is the car?" Whether you have any chance to get off your phone or not, Zhang Songling wanted to disturb the Japanese's good dream first, and asked in a low voice without thinking.

"The car was parked in the center of the camp and surrounded by a bunch of Japanese devils. I guess the poisonous gas bomb you mentioned was in one of the cars!" Zhao Tianlong thought for a while and continued to add.

"Take me over and have a look." Zhang Songling grabbed the 38th gun and the bullet bag and whispered.

Zhao Tianlong nodded, pulled the Huang Piao horse and comforted it and patted it a few times, ordered it to lead the Mongolian horse to rest in the distance, and then carried a handful of old Sanba Daguer and touched the river bank again with Zhang Songling.

The river beaches in this area are fine sandy, without any silt, and are very convenient to get water. So it is no wonder that the Japanese chose to camp near the river bank. Through the river surface more than 50 meters wide, Zhang Songling could see the whole picture of the entire camp very clearly. In order to prevent sneak attacks while sleeping, the Japanese used wooden stakes and thick iron wire to surround the entire camp. Simple positions were piled with sand on the east, west and north sides, and machine guns were installed. Only one side close to the river channel was close to the water. Because it was impossible for a large group of people to fly over the water, they did not spend any effort to build a temporary machine gun position. They only arranged two mobile posts and a secret post that was not too concealed, in case a bold guy quietly climbed up under the water to cause damage.

In the center of the camp, there are two cars used by the Japanese to transport combat supplies, parked side by side, leaving a section of open space in the middle. One of the cars was beyond recognition. I don’t know how much effort the Japanese used to get it out of the river and repair it again. The door of the other car in the cab was also deformed and tied to the body of the Japanese with wire, so they barely failed to fall apart.

Around each car, more than a dozen Japanese were sitting on the ground, with their butts pressed against the body of the car, holding rifles in their hands, and sleeping like a dead pig who had just been knived. In the open space between the two cars, there were several gray-green marching tents, which were where officers rested, and the Japanese team had clear levels.

"I'll go there and shoot to attract the attention of the Japanese. You are responsible for blowing up all tires." Looking down in Zhang Songling's ear, Zhao Tianlong said in an extremely low voice. These were the steps that the two brothers discussed on the road. Zhao Tianlong believed that the rifle level was not as good as Zhang Songling, so he was willing to attack the latter.

At this time, Zhang Songling's experience of fighting with the established Japanese devils began to play a role. After thinking about it, he whispered: "Let's retreat a little longer, there is no need to get so close, so as not to see the flames at the gun, and determine the number and location of our people too easily."

"Okay." Zhao Tianlong nodded and agreed. Under the cover of night, the two of them slowly retreated, and retreated to about a hundred meters away from the river bank. Then they spread apart at Zhang Songlin's instructions. They found a vinegar willow and lay down, picked up the muzzle, and slowly aimed at the target on the other side of the river.
Chapter completed!