Ma Liang's figure slowly disappeared under the cliff.

Because of the injury to his arm, the warrior pulled the rope tied to his waist and put him down the cliff.

In the darkness, the warrior who had slipped off the cliff first caught Ma Liang who had come down from the cliff.

The soldier helped Ma Liang untickle the rope on his body. Ma Liang gasped against the mountain wall and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"Li Laosi..."

"I mean your name."

"My name is Li Laosi, why? Isn't it okay?"

Ma Liang was silent.

After a while, another soldier slid down.

Ma Liang immediately arranged the warrior's mission: "Warning."

"Yes." The warrior received the order, but the rope on his body disappeared directly into the darkness.

Soon, the soldiers slid down one by one and collected the ropes.

In order to facilitate movement, the soldiers were wearing dry food in the team, except for a machine gun, two rifles, and a shell gun.

Ma Liang did not order immediate action.

He was waiting, waiting for the moon to rise to the sky.

They stared at each other with big eyes and looked up at the sky from time to time.

It took almost an hour before the sky began to brighten.

Although the moonlight cannot shine at the bottom of the cliff, it can already see the general environment clearly.

Ma Liang no longer waited: "Tonight, we must go west along the mountain stream and at least twenty miles! Everyone must hurry up!"

"yes!"

The foot of the mountain close to the wall is full of thorns and shrubs.

Li Laosi, who was walking in front, slashed with a big knife.

Travel speed...snail speed!

The team has flashlights, but they must not be used as lighting at this time.

The ground was full of weathered rocks falling from the mountains, and people fell from time to time.

A voice in the team muttered: "Company Commander, there seem to be traces of large wild boars passing by here!"

The soldier behind Ma Liang quickly turned on the flashlight wrapped in cloth and shone the footprints of the messy animals on the ground.

Ma Liang whispered: "This is the beast path that hunters in the mountains often talk about."

The warrior who received the flashlight almost drooled. "We have a lot of people. If there is really a beast, it will be a good time to have a tooth-killing sacrifice..."

Ma Liang shook his head: "Be careful, wild boars are in groups and can't shoot now."

"Corporate Ma, don't worry. Just use my big knife. Hehe, even if blind bear comes, you won't be afraid." Li Laosi, who was replaced by the way, didn't care.

The flashlight-knocked warrior sarcastically: "Blow you, the weather in the mountains is so cold, and the blind bear is still sleeping in the cave."

Li Laosi lowered his voice: "Isn't there a bear on the mountain?"

"What? On the mountain... it was obviously a mule."

"Hehe..." A low laughter covering his mouth drifted in the mountain breeze.

The few people said it relaxed, and the originally nervous mood relieved a lot.

The group dared to speak because they did not go down to the mountain stream at this time, and the rustling sound of the stream flowing in the mountain stream covered everything.

After turning several times in a row, footprints appeared on the ground. It must be that hunters or herb collectors had been here.

The group couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ma Liang raised his hand and looked at the watch that Luo Fugui was forced to bleeding heavily under the flashlight. Three hours had passed.

I guess I only walked two miles at most!

Even if someone has walked the road, it is still difficult to walk.

I can only continue to use a machete to set off a path among the thorns.

No abnormal situations were encountered along the way.

Before dark, I had already observed the general situation of the mountain stream on the edge of the cliff, and then walked forward two miles or so, went down to the mountain stream, climbed up the opposite cliff, and escaped from this dangerous mountain area from the opposite mountain.

Simply put, it means crossing the Grand Canyon and leaving from the opposite side.

I had known before that there were likely Japanese in the mountain stream.

However, the Japanese could not guard the mountain stream that was more than ten miles east from the west to the east.

The only trouble is that you cannot go directly over the mountain stream to the opposite side, so you have to go around.

The branches often tugged across the military uniforms, and occasionally you can hear the sound of the military uniform being tangled.

Fortunately, before departure, the battalion commander who had been observing the mountain for a long time asked everyone to wear an extra Japanese military uniform.

Marching among the thorns, wearing only the Eighth Route Army cotton uniforms, they were long hung into strips of cloth.

The moon slowly turned into the middle of the sky.

Finally, the light was shining onto the mountain stream.

The team marched much faster.

The originally unstable stones at the foot of the mountain were occasionally stomped loose and rolled towards the bushes.

Ma Liang looked up at the moon in the sky and felt much more relaxed.

He looked at the cliff opposite that was towering into the sky and asked the warrior behind him: "How far have you walked?"

The soldier took out the broken shrub branches from his pocket and counted carefully: "Thirty-eight... I walked more than 3,800 steps, but it was difficult to walk on the road. We were small, so we should have walked more than four miles."

Ma Liang raised his hand again, and the soldier next to him quickly turned on the flashlight. Ma Liang looked at his watch at eleven o'clock!

It has been four hours since I walked.

He let out a long breath, and the time he came down from the cliff was faster than expected.

The Japanese target was the Ninth Camp. No matter how powerful he was, he would never be able to deploy troops on the deserted cliffs opposite.

As long as you climb up the opposite cliff before dawn and enter the mountain, there is basically no problem completing the task.

I felt a lot more relaxed and touched my kettle: "Stay rest, come over and drink some water."

When marching at night, in order to make the waterproof kettle sound, everyone must drink all the water bottles together, and then fill the kettle with springs from the mountain stream.

Since the Eighth Route Army launched a new life activity, few people will drink raw water unless the situation is special.

The team set out again soon.

This time I have to cross the mountain stream where there must be Japanese guarding them.

The terrain is getting lower and lower, and you can already hear the sound of flowing water in the mountain stream.

There should be villages in the valley, with more footprints on the roads, and the roads are getting easier and easier to walk, much faster than using a machete to open the road in the bushes.

I had known for a long time that there were Japanese soldiers surrounding them from the mountain stream. I didn’t know where they were.

There is no more way now.

Sometimes, in order to seize time, even if you know that there are many crises, you have to take the risk.

The two soldiers quickly changed into ordinary people's clothes, and they acted as vanguards to explore the way.

There was no gap in the sound of the flowing water, perfectly covering up the footsteps of the two men moving north.

In the quiet environment, there is almost no sound except the sound of running water.

The air on the river channel emits a wet mist.

The mountains and rivers are turbulent and cold, and they can't get out of the water at all.

The two of them came to the river to observe for a while, and walked west along the river bank for a distance...

But the two soldiers suddenly fell to the ground.

There seemed to be a dull low growling across the river...

"There is a dog!" The two people in front immediately avoided the stones by the river and quickly retreated.

Ma Liang frowned: "What's the matter?"

"Things are not right. There shouldn't be wild dogs on this night, there are people on the other side of the river."

"I'll go cross the river and take a look." Li Laosi, who was carrying a big knife, immediately volunteered.

"Wait, it's probably the devil with the dog." Ma Liang's voice was inaudible.

"If it weren't for the running water covering up our footsteps, the dog would have barked long ago."
To be continued...