A tired team was marching in the dark, with nearly thirty people approaching a row, as if they had been rushing a long way.

The team was stretched out in a row, very scattered, mixed with support, with four or five stretchers on the outside, and the long and long tail could not be seen. The military uniform was ragged, with a rifle on his back and a machine gun on his back. It was not like the Eighth Route Army, which did not have such good equipment.

There is not even an old sleeve bird gun shuttle mark in Hanyang, how could it be the Eighth Route Army?

The leader acted as a vanguard and two full sets of Japanese equipment. Not far behind, several soldiers carried a large 38-shaped cover on their backs.

One of the little braids carried a muffle gun on his back, and sat on the stretcher empty-handed and muttered to the person on the stretcher.

A few people were just a torch. The mountain road was narrow and there was no way to be side by side. The ponytail simply climbed onto the stretcher. Fortunately, the person carrying the stretcher was an amazing guy with a bag on his back and two machine guns were placed horizontally. Even if he was carrying two people, the big guy didn't seem to feel anything.

After seeing off the wounded, there were still twenty-seven or eight more people. Maybe they were really tired. Several soldiers were dozing off on the mountain road. This was really true. The nickname of mule was not for nothing.

They are now crossing mountains and ridges, trying to drive to the Eighth Route Army Division Headquarters and participating in the defense of the division headquarters. Of course, even if they can't fight the Japanese, they can always help the people escape into the mountains!

The bolder the man is, the more productive the land is, this is not a joke. The bigger the eyes, the bigger the sky. The little nine company dragged the Japanese offensive all the way. The battlefield was not large, and with the help of the terrain and the long legs, they played with the Japanese at their feet.

The marching teams and troops are now almost one platoon, and there is also a squad of the third company.

This platoon is a bit complicated, including the old Red Army, the Kuomintang defeated soldiers, bandits, hunters, and a yellow-haired girl. Although there are not many people, the commander takes up half of them.

The Kuomintang defeated troops included were even new, and even the people in the team didn't know each other very well.

Although there are not many people and are not very energetic, there are many weapons and ammunition. They carry a few iron tubes without grenades and have been fighting with the Japanese for a long time. Some of them have not fired their guns yet.

Hao Yun's rifle is still just a decoration. He doesn't care about this now. He just wants to leave the battlefield as soon as possible. His eyes are almost closed together, but his steps under his feet have not slowed down and he moves mechanically.

A black shadow panted and said to the man behind, "Damn it, can you hurry up? The Japanese are following us. You really don't want to leave, just stay here and fight with the Japanese to calculate the ball!"

"Can I be allowed to sit on a stretcher? I really can't walk!"

"Hey, look, tsk tsk, how good it is to stay. Find a mountain corner and lie there in ambush. Watching the Japanese official come over, maybe kill a squadron leader with one shot. How happy it is."

"Hehe, you guy followed those stupid girls to see others farm every day. You're so shameless."

"I like it, I don't care about your affairs!"

"I heard that you didn't participate in the Eighth Route Army? But you became a squad leader again. Are you mentally ill? Even the Eighth Route Army can do this. I think the Eighth Route Army is nothing great."

"You boy is so proud. If it weren't for your role as a squad leader before, I would just let the Eighth Route Army reorganize you into the Third Company."

"San Company? You said that Platoon Commander Pan who is playing big swordsman is just a naughty guy. He is a good guy when fighting. He is so incompetent to be a platoon leader. It's really a waste if he doesn't become a suicide squad. The Japanese were washed away by the water and chased them on the shore for a long time. I think he's just a fool, go and get together with them? I'm willing to receive two travel expenses to go home."

"Take your mother's egg, go back and try it now. If you don't shoot you as a deserter, you will be reorganized into the suicide squad."

"Seriously, big dog, this time we joined the Eighth Route Army! We also went to the battlefield! But I felt that I was running away all the way, and it was no different from the National Army. I also heard that I didn't even have military pay, so I was surprised, you kid, how could you have been with them for so long and haven't escaped?"

"Escape? Are you so blind? I'm free in the Eighth Route Road. If I hadn't seen you pitiful, I wouldn't have been too lazy to take you in."

"Hey, don't say it so nicely. I heard that you can't even beat those girls, and you still take me in? You just want to take advantage of us, you want to have a good face in front of those girls."

The two goods behind will float with the mountain wind.

A small stone hit him, hitting Tang Dagou's forehead.

"Who, who is the fuck, your grandma's?" His face, which had not been before for eight hundred years, suddenly became humble again. Who else could throw it so accurately in the dark night?

The tender voice in front of him said angrily: "Don't talk about these things at this time. You ungrateful guy, come and carry the stretcher!"

...

Three dices jumped happily and rotated in the dice cup covered on the table.

A pair of excited eyes stared at the table without expression, listening to the dice ringing.

"Buy it and leave it." A guy with a fat face on the first person said sternly.

There was a mess around, and the panicked people threw down their banknotes and went to the table with a square of size written on it.

Bang, a mullet gun was thrown into the large box.

"Brother, have you decided?" The guy with a fat face was used to it.

"I'm happy."

"I dare not pay any debts."

"Shou Luosuo, hurry up..."

"You have lost to me several times. The military police are coming to smash our place again later. Are you a little too much?"

"Can't you afford to play?"

"Hehe, I don't have to pay any debts. Don't blame my brother for pushing you if you make any mistakes. Hehe, this won't be able to touch us."

The crowd around him was expecting, and immediately changed his pressure and was pressing all over.

The man with a black line at the end of the slut, is this the rhythm of smashing the situation? He stretched his waist and took a deep breath: "Captain Li, please forgive me if you have to. Don't go too far."

Li Youcai is destined to lose, so although the audience hates these two guys, they are full of expectations.

...

The audience who had won the money shouted happily, the door was knocked so loudly, and half-baked birds were roaring.

The door was opened, and two men in black who were standing at the door opened.

The audience was not surprised and leaned to the side.

"Li Sang, please come with us."

When ordinary people hear about walking with the military police, they are already scared to death. They gather in the middle of the night to gamble and are arrested by the military police. The crime can be serious or minor.

Just said something, a military policeman lifted the gun on the table and glared at the man with a fierce look.

Several oceans entered the gendarmerie's bag. In the quiet voice of the military police, Li Youcai was caught in the middle and walked out of the door.

The gate of the military police was closed, and lights were illuminated on the courtyard walls on all sides. The lanterns in the door were on, and the light illuminated the three people walking on the street through the window.

The Japanese on duty opened the small door on the gate, and the three of them quietly entered.

Not long after, a team of policemen lined up and yawned, and walked past the street with flashlights.

The Japanese were short of staff, and police were added to the night patrol team.

In the second-story office building in the courtyard, several offices were on. Li Youcai looked up and saw that Maeda's office was still on. No need to think that Maeda must have something to do with him.

In the eyes of Li Youcai, who was used to seeing all this, the military police team was a dragon's nest, but in fact nothing was considered.

It must be not easy to get Maeda to call the military police to find him in the middle of the night.

Li Youcai reminded himself to keep a low profile. After going upstairs, the military police guarding the door looked at Li Youcai, and without saying anything, he pushed open the door.

Surprisingly, Maeda stood alone under the big map behind the desk, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

"Li Sang, has it affected your interest to call you so late?"

Maeda's polite voice made Li Youcai feel sad, and he began to think about random things, thinking carefully about countermeasures.

"Your, don't be nervous." Turning his head, he signaled to the military police next to him: "Pour a glass of wine for Li Sang, this is a rare authentic sake."

Li Cai didn't say anything, took the sake, took a sip of Zemaeda, deliberately frowned, and then let go.

"How is this wine, isn't it good?" Maeda was in a good mood and asked at Li Youcai.

This is not like something is wrong. At least, Li Youcai has never seen Maeda show this expression.

It's a good ghost, but the smell of farts doesn't taste. Can this be called wine? The fermented rice glutinous rice in the house is more refreshing than this, but there is an honorable smile on his face: "It's the best!"

"No, no, no, this is not the best." Maeda killed the wine in the small cup in his hand in one sip: "Tell you good news, the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army has been surrounded. Before dark, this is still a top-secret news, but now, this exciting news is spread throughout North China." Maeda's desk was placed on his desk, and it seemed that he had drunk one bottle, with a hint of flush on his face.
Chapter completed!