The rooster crows all over the first time.

A sound of gong ringing suddenly sounded outside the village.

Following the village chief Qiao's voice spread throughout the village...

In recent days, gunfire has echoed in the valley from time to time.

A lot of black shadows appeared in the mountain village, which seemed to be empty, and they carried a red tassel gun and carried a big knife to run to the grain drying field outside the village.

No noise, no torches.

With his footsteps chaotic, he ran to the old locust tree in the village drying ground.

The sound of gongs under the old locust tree sounded again.

An old man with wrinkles on his face beat the gong under the locust tree and shouted in a loud voice: "Everyone is out quickly, I'm here to do the task..."

When the village chief was heard clearly, the young men, women, half-grown children and the elderly came out couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but more excited.

I hurried to the grain drying ground and consciously formed a ball under the old locust tree.

Several militiamen were surrounding the old village chief, a middle-aged man and two soldiers carrying guns that they had never seen before.

The villagers began to look at the middle-aged man next to the old man, and finally their eyes were focused on the middle-aged man standing behind the middle-aged man. The two men were carrying rifles and mullets hanging on their shoulders. Several of them were standing in the shadow of the big locust tree, unable to see the color of the military uniforms of the Eighth Route Army soldiers.

One person carried two guns, and he had never seen such an Eighth Route Army!

The villagers began to whisper to each other.

Seeing that the people were almost here, Old Man Qiao finally stopped ringing the gong and turned around and muttered to the middle-aged man next to him.

The two of them quickly finished talking. Before they could speak, some people in the crowd couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Qiao, what's the task?"

Old Man Qiao raised his hand and pressed it directly to the crowd: "Qiao Erdan, take someone, immediately go to Qianqiao Village to find Uncle Liu, and ask them to arrange militia and villagers... At least thirty strong laborers..."

"Okay, uncle..."

"Liu Sanxi, you go to Hongsha Village to find..."

Liu Sanxi, who was named, responded: "Okay..."

Old Man Qiao pointed two names again, and then began to remind him: "Tell them that you must rush to the Beidian Dahuang Tree, ten miles west of Tongtian Gorge, before the rooster crowed three times, to gather under the big yellow tree in Beidian ten miles west of Tongtian Gorge..."

"Remember, if the chicken crows three times and can't get there, don't come..."

"I know..." The five people each took one person and trotted westward to leave the village, disappearing into the gully under the moonlight.

Old Man Qiao arranged two people in each group, because he was worried that he would not make a mistake on the road. He walked the mountain road on a moonlit night and anything could happen.

Old Man Qiao turned to the middle-aged man again: "Look, do you want to tell me the situation? Let's go now?"

The middle-aged man looked at the nervous villagers: "The militia set out first, the villagers were in good physical strength, and they followed in groups of ten people. They all remembered that if someone in the team fell behind, the whole team returned, and they could not use torches along the way, and they could not speak while rushing. If they could do it, leave now..."

Hearing this, the mountain people who had never seen the world began to think and mutter to each other...

Old Man Qiao coughed twice: "Friends, this time the Japanese sweeps, the old and weak children in the village have been transferred, and everyone is voluntarily staying to take care of the crops. This time the mission is to help the Eighth Route Army. Don't let our village down..."

"Uncle Qiao, don't worry, the Eighth Route Army has come, reduced the rent and interest, suppressed the bandits and robbers nearby, and sent a team to help everyone open the school. We remember their good things. Just tell me if you have anything..."

"As for what is going on, don't inquire, and close the door of the house quickly. This time, everyone does not bring weapons. The team leaders in charge of each team are not allowed to leave without permission. Those who stay will continue to be alert and set off immediately..."

The mountain village is more than 20 miles away from the destination Beidian.

Beidian and Jiuying Soldier Village are separated by a ridge, about four miles away.

The middle-aged man's arrangements were very cautious, and no one knew whether there were any enemy spies in the villages he had informed.

Several old men stood at the entrance of the village, watching the departure into three groups of teams.

Not surprisingly, seven or eight small bodies jumped out of the roadside.

All of them are 12 or 13 years old, both men and women...

After a scream and even panic, the small figure followed the team...

The team of ten people was immediately disrupted...

It is difficult to walk on the mountain road down the moon, but can it be that the villagers have been living deep in the mountains.

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The Japanese have divided their troops!

More than 30 eight parties fled in front, and more than 50 Japanese chased behind. The desolate hillside under the moon was broken by gunfire.

There were not many people from the Eighth Route Army who escaped in front. The Eighth Route Army relied on its strong firepower and found favorable terrain from time to time to stop and fire a machine gun to block the machine gun for a while.

When can the Tubalu bullets still be fired if they don’t have money?

The Japanese who followed closely behind had to be cautious and did not dare to chase them hard.

The roads in the mountains are difficult to travel and they cannot be encircled at all. The Japanese relied on their good shooting skills and shot from afar.

If the distance is too far, the submachine guns in the Eighth Route basically lose their function.

But he did not try his best to escape, and the distance between the two sides remained about one mile.

It seems that he is deliberately waiting for the Japanese to chase him.

The Japanese lieutenant who led the team to pursue the attack was furious and shot long shots at the Eighth Routes' crowds from four to five hundred meters.

The speed of going up the mountain was slow, and after losing the burden, he chased after him in a hurry. In less than half an hour, Luo Fugui led his team to follow the vanguard and ran down the valley.

I found a stone to set up a machine gun...

Dada dada...

There was a rhythmic ballistic, and he swept the black shadow chasing on the hillside: "His grandma, I dare to chase me, really think I can't sweep a large piece of it?"

After a magazine was shot, he pulled the machine gun and shrank his head behind the stone, and then shouted at the dirty face next to him: "Why are you still standing there? Just hit him a damn..."

The dirty face shouted at the machine gunner who was lying next to him: "The distance is too far, change to a single shot... Submachine gun, do not fire the shell gun..."

After saying that, he pulled the rifle from the hand of the deputy shooter next to him and blinded the black shadow about three hundred meters above.

Bang...bang...bang...bang...

The pushing and pushing of the bolt is so fast that it makes people shocked.

Five bullets flew toward the hillside one after another.

While the dirty face opened fire, the soldiers in the hands of the soldiers in the hidden position were found next to them, and the guns and guns fired together.

I fired the empty bullet box, and then pulled the crooked machine gun filled with bullets next to it...

Bang...bang...bang...bang...

The Japanese counterattack bullets followed, hitting the nearby stone bushes and making noises...

The bear loaded the magazine and stretched out his neck. He was about to open fire, but he didn't see the Japanese: "Hey, dirty face, where is the Japanese?"

"Hehe, I'm all pressed under the hurdle above..."

Xiong Gulu turned around and rolled his ugly eyes helplessly: "All civil and military officials, hurry up and give me two pounds of gunpowder..."

Wenwuquan, who was acting as an observer next to him, quickly untied the wooden box on his back and took out an oil paper bag from the middle: "Company Commander, there is no jar that can hold gunpowder now!"

"Don't talk nonsense, put the explosives into the lunch box and drill a hole in the lid with a bayonet..."

"Li Xiang's leads were used up, and they couldn't use them..."

"Put the grenade and gunpowder in the lunch box, cut off the grenade pull ring and pull it out from the hole in the lid..."

"Okay..." Wenwuquan's hands were a little flustered. Fortunately, he followed ten thousand hands and had not leaked any traces after making a landmine.

The Japanese shooting level is indeed high, and bullets are also free of charge and they are going to hit the 8th Route Army hiding place...

"Company Commander, I'm done..." The civil and military officials who were hiding behind the stone were not slow.

"Put the lunch box on the stone next to the road, tie two broken "mud dragon" ropes on the grenade pull line, and tie the other end to the small trees on both sides of the mountain pass..."

"Company Commander, your method is good. The Japanese like to kick the ropes from both sides of the bushes and go anywhere."
Chapter completed!