In the afternoon after the Japanese bombing, the division headquarters was immersed in the winter sunshine, and the mountain wind was not so harsh.

The teacher quickly set the tone.

For the team of students rushing to the division, the mood was obviously not that happy.

A few white lines were drawn horizontally and vertically on the yellow earth-colored simple playground. The surrounding area was surrounded by a sea of ​​people, and the cheers were loud. All the students passing by the playground turned to watch.

"Hey, what is his grandma doing?" Luo Fugui couldn't help but ask Wang Liujin.

"Play basketball!"

"A dozen people fighting for one ball? I really can't imagine it."

"There are eleven people in total, five players on each side, and the one running back and forth holding a whistle in his mouth is the referee." Wang Liujin was too lazy to talk nonsense with these unskilled bumpkins and explained that he also likes to play basketball.

But I am not in the mood at all at this moment.

Spectators watching the game occasionally turned their heads, glanced at the passing team of students, then turned back to continue watching the game in full swing. Suddenly they seemed to remember something and turned around quickly.

Then I couldn't look back: there were 38 rifles on their backs, and more than half of the people were carrying Czech rifles on their shoulders. Uh, no, except for a few qualified Czech rifles, the others should be submachine guns, but the magazine was

It's a twist, I've never seen it before.

Most of the team carries automatic weapons, and there is no dedicated ammunition hand in the team. It is richer than a machine gun company... Is this a local rich man?

This style is even more luxurious than the guards of the secret service brought by Staff Officer Liu. If he hadn't looked at the Eighth Route Army uniform he was wearing, he would have thought he was meeting the elite of the national army.

So, one by one, those watching the game slowly turned around, just like the audience collectively boycotting the game, turning their backs to the field and involuntarily moving to keep up.

Wang Liujin led the team directly into the classroom: "Take off your equipment and put your rifle against the wall."

The commotion started, equipment was flying around and clanging, the long guns were all against the wall, the short guns were hung directly on nails on the wall, and the backpacks were stacked into four large and small piles.

Wang Liujin couldn't help but frown and looked helplessly at the chaotic team of students: "Find your own seat according to the original establishment."

The wounded in the first company were sent to the district health team, leaving five people, only four in the third company, and one in the second company.

All the platoon commanders of the Ninth Company were there, not a single one of them was left behind.

The four companies sat directly in four piles.

Hu Yi wrinkled his nose, and the room was still filled with a faint smell of alcohol.

The oil stains in the cracks in the wood on the table indicated that a banquet had just been held here.

Inadvertently, I noticed that a head popped out of the window outside the classroom, and then shouted at the back, and the window and door were immediately crowded with heads.

The legendary large classroom of the division headquarters was even equipped with high-end products such as glass. Looking at the windows crowded with heads, the light in the room immediately dimmed a lot. Luo Fugui was a little frightened: "Boss Hu, they

Are you looking at monkeys?"

The hospital was not far from here. Hu Yi was thinking about something. Surrounded by so many people, even the door was blocked when he tried to escape.

"Hey, girl, what are they looking at?" Tang Dagou howled.

"Look at the monkey!" The girl sat next to Hu Yi, twisting her clothes and angrily glaring at him outside the window.

"What a pity the monkeys didn't come. I still believe you when you said they were watching the dogs!" The big dog said with disdain.

This is the division headquarters, not Dabeizhuang or a wine station.

After putting down their equipment and sitting behind a table, the student team remained quiet. No one made any loud noises or whispered to each other.

I just occasionally turn my head and look at the scenery outside the window.

The whispers outside the window grew louder.

"I bet this is definitely the secret service company from Pingyuan."

"Absolutely not, I'll bet a bullet!" A man who knew the girl immediately placed his bet.

There were two beeps, and each of them received a blow on the neck: "Gambling is not allowed in our team!"

"Hehe, just joking."

"that is."

I saw the team of students sitting in the classroom as if nothing happened, while the spectators outside were noisy and continued to watch the novelty.

...

Pu Buhuan's ideal was to fight back to his hometown. He also knew that there were troops of his fellow volunteers in the division headquarters base at the foot of the mountain.

This time I came out with a total of more than 40 grenades. I planted a large stone mine on the road and directly blew up more than a dozen enemies. Then the enemy changed the road directly. I saw that a soldier was sacrificed before arresting him.

Finally, his bayonet did not stab the tongue in front of him.

The two of them were communicating in another kind of bird language.

"You said you didn't plan to participate in the attack at all during this operation?"

"That's true. According to the plan, the imperial army should break out to the east, but until now, the imperial army has not appeared."

"Please tell me more about the specific plan you know."

"I really don't know the detailed plan. We have to wait until dawn tomorrow. If the imperial army hasn't appeared yet, we will turn to the south road to leave the mountain."

"You mean, so many of you went into the mountain just to support a team?"

"That's true."

"interesting."

"Brother, I have no choice but to join the army. If I don't join the army, my whole family will die."

"How many people have you killed?"

"We are an army that maintains law and order. So far, I have never harmed even one person."

"Active? You lied".

"I only killed one rebel. You must know that the imperial army was afraid that we would escape and join the Eighth Route Army, and forced everyone to have blood on their hands..."

At this point, his tongue had almost explained everything he knew, and Pu Buhuan fell into deep thought.

After joining the Eighth Route Army, he had often forgotten those difficult days.

He suppressed his pain for a long time, so he almost never left his men alive when facing the enemy, but he didn't expect to meet his compatriots in this mountain.

The pressure of many years of restraint has nowhere to show. Park Buhuan's eyes are red. He simply cannot tolerate his compatriots joining the sworn Japanese army to help others in order to survive.

"Help." Seeing Pu Buhuan draw out his bayonet, the Japanese soldier finally realized something and immediately opened his mouth and shouted out the few words in Chinese he could speak.

When he was in Jiulian, Hu Yi would indulge him in everything he did, because Hu Yi didn't like catching people alive. As for whether he violated discipline, no one would know as long as his own people didn't tell him.

At least, killing prisoners is not a serious crime.

The sentry squad leader of the division headquarters next to him was not low in consciousness. He jumped over in two steps and directly pressed Pu Buhuan's hand that pulled out the bayonet: "Hey, hey, hey, hey? What are you going to do? Stop it now!"

"I'm holding my tongue. It's none of your business. Get away from me."

"You are going to make a mistake like this." The squad leader did not let go of his hand, and directly clasped Park Buhuan's elbow joint with his other hand.

Pu Buhuan's elbow felt numb, and the bayonet was snatched away by the squad leader with his bare hands. He was stunned: "Hey, you know Kung Fu?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, I'm taking over this prisoner now."

"Hey, there are hundreds of enemies in the east valley, why don't you catch it?"

"My responsibility is to guard this mountain beam, the east is not my defensive scope!"

"Stop -hearted, hey, can you use it with the hand just now, can you teach it?" Park Buhuan rubbed his elbow, and asked.

The squad leader did not mind the conflict between the two just now: "As long as you want to learn, there is no problem!"

Behind the mountain behind it is the narrow plain where the division is located.

According to Park Bohuan's thoughts, the division should have received a letter from himself early. It is reasonable that the division should now concentrate their strength to eat this group of enemies.

But the result is completely different from what he thinks. I don't know why. The teacher did not send someone to encircle this devil force.

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