Dark clouds.

Lightning and thunder.

At around four o'clock, the sky seemed to be almost dark.

It didn't rain for a year, and I had just had a little hope, so God directly smashed the hail.

Fortunately, the hail didn't last long.

The boundless green gauze tent is swaying in the strong wind and heavy rain.

As the soil on the surface absorbs water, it becomes looser and looser.

Every step I take will step on the hail on the ground, and mud will emerge.

A team was hit by hail, but it was still struggling to move forward in the storm.

Hu Yi's military uniform was already wet and tightly attached to his body, shaking regularly with his strong spine muscles.

The crisscrossing water folds on the back are constantly changing in shape.

The road is difficult to walk, and every time you get to the point, it will creak.

The legs were covered with mud, the cloth shoes were covered with water, and the ground was covered with hail, so I couldn't beat my feet barefoot.

As a last resort, I had to pull out the military cap in my backpack and put it on my head to avoid the rain falling from the top of my head and getting confused.

The walking procession began to twist.

The mule and horse shook their heads from time to time to shake off the rain that slid into their eyes.

The long team behind directly stepped on the footprints in front.

"The three miles ahead are Xiaoguo Village. You can find a dry place to warm up..." The militia captain explained to Hu Yi.

"Everyone is working hard, there is still three miles away..." Luo Fugui muttered: "The heavy rain in his grandma seems to be showing no signs..."

...

East.

The team that completed the task of luring the enemy was more than 200 people, pushed bicycles, carried rifles and machine guns and marched hard in the storm.

It's not far from the scheduled assembly site.

It was obviously a hot day, but my whole body was trembling with coldness.

Gong Shaofeng's arm was injured, the bandage was soaked in the rain, and stinging pain came from the wound.

Looking at the sorghum that was blown down by the strong wind, Gong Shaofeng was in a state of great pain.

He even asked Li Xiang next to him anxiously: "Captain Li, how far is it?"

Li Xiang led the team and left the team and stood on the side of the road: "The rain was too heavy, and the marks left by the battalion commander and others on the ground were not seen, but he should be near the assembly site..."

Gong Shaofeng sighed with his arm: "This heavy rain is really bad."

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of shock and a cry of love coming from the front.

Li Xiang raised his arms and asked loudly, "What's the matter?"

A figure ran over from the front, stepping on hail, one foot low and one foot low and one foot low: "Report to the company commander, the battalion commander and others rest in Xiaoguo Village..."

...

Xiaoguo Village.

The militiamen, who had just entered the village, squeezed into the temporary that had been repaired and baked wet clothes.

Worriedly discussing the impact of this heavy rain on summer harvest.

The room was steaming because there was a fire.

On a hot day in July, you can burn around the fire.

No one expected to encounter such extreme weather.

Militia kept wet firewood and stuffing thick smoke into the fire.

If there weren't many villagers in the village who contributed their firewood at home, it would be impossible to make a fire.

There were too many wounded people, crowding the villagers' houses.

Most of them were shirtless and constantly coughing, and finally couldn't help but shout: "Auntie, can you put less wet wood? I didn't die on the battlefield, and you will be smothered to death..."

Finally, a minor injured person couldn't help but get out of the house for breathability...

Stand against the wall so as not to let the wound be wet by the rain.

After staying for two minutes, I quickly returned to the house. In this ghost weather, the weather was so cold that I was trembling with cold in the summer. No one believed me when I said it.

The treatment of the puppet army was extremely poor, so they were locked up in a roofless house, took off their clothes and jumped on the ground.

Because it's cold.

If hail is falling at this time, it will probably be killed here...

The puppet soldiers did not complain because the Eighth Route Army captives were also in the rain and freezing...

The capture this time was not satisfactory. Nearly a hundred mules and horses and carts were equipped with more than 60,000 bullets and more than 50 grenade boxes, which were almost the ammunition supply of the two regiments of puppet troops.

There was no explosives at all, and I didn't even get a spare barrel of a light machine gun...

What remains are still food, body bags, stretchers and the only thirty marching tents that have great use...

There were already people inside.

In one of the tents, Hu Yi had a dark face and just received a column order from the correspondent not long ago.

The team was asked to move west immediately and wait for an opportunity to launch a raid on the railway line.

It was raining heavily and it was difficult to march. This command was really good...

Hu Yi is different from many commanders. He is not the kind of enlightenment that he must obey unconditionally if his superiors give orders.

Besides, if there is no explosive, should I use a grenade to explode?

The order was raining, but the superiors certainly did not expect that it would rain so heavily.

It didn't take long.

Gong Shaofeng, Li Xiang, and Company Commander Wang from the assault regiment arrived.

There is no place to stay in the village...

There were seven or eight people crowded in Hu Yi’s small tent.

All of them were pressed against the tent on their backs, and they were cold.

Gong Shaofeng didn't say much: "The superior command must be executed..."

Luo Fugui occupied at least three positions alone and immediately rolled his eyes: "After the hailstorm melts, the roads are all muddy. Can you still walk?"

"Hey, Company Commander Luo, as you say, then when it snows, we will fight the Japanese?" Gong Shaofeng did not give Luo Fugui face.

Hu Yi ignored the two of them and looked up at Gong Shaofeng: "Can you get explosives?"

"It's not possible." Gong Shaofeng shook his head: "It's not difficult to destroy the railway. Just knock off the connecting screws on the railway tracks, mobilize the masses, and carry away all his rails and sleepers!"

"Can you still do this?" Hu Yi was stunned for a moment. In his impression, the railway bridge should be broken with explosives packs.

"Of course, I did it once last year. Let's talk about it. Maybe even if the friendly forces have explosives?"

"Friends?" Hu Yi suddenly remembered something: "You mean the traffic sabotage team?"

"Yes, they can't do big things in small numbers, but they have many good things in their hands. I have worked with them a few times."

Hu Yi thought about it and obviously, his superiors did not tell Captain Gong that many of the people in the friendly sabotage team were actually their own people: "You are injured, so stay."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What is this injury? I am very familiar with this area. I will draw some armed militias and take food to escort the captured puppet troops to Longwangmiao Town, a division of district. This time you will command it, so let's go into battle lightly." The army is highly valued, and the combat effectiveness of the guard battalion needs no mention. Gong Shaofeng expressed his respect for Hu Yi.

"Okay, I feel that after being wet for so long, I'm worried that the soldiers will not be able to bear it."

"Hehe, our lives are not that expensive! Just a rain..."

The heavy rain was still falling, and there was no sign of stopping.

The militia, with the civilians and all the puppet army prisoners with their hands tied back, disappeared at the end of the green gauze tent.

A team of more than 400 people began to set off from the village.

This time it became naive and dark,

...

The sky finally brightens.

There is a village more than ten miles east of the railway.

The rain still didn't mean to stop, but it was much smaller.

I walked for the middle of the night last night and arrived a little late at night.

Hu Yi did not intend to destroy the railway from Anxian to Handan, but instead focused on the Minghe Railway Bridge north of Handan.
To be continued...