Taihang West.

Behind the withered shrub on the ridge of the east side of Qinxian County, an exquisite six-fold mirror grows on the small red tassel's face.

Looking carefully at the stronghold along the river highway at the foot of the mountain, a puppet army was busy.

"Hey fox, look at what those security troops are doing? What are they digging the ground in the middle of winter?"

Hu Yi, who was covered with a quilt borrowed from the guerrillas, opened his eyes, sat up, took the telescope, and raised it to observe carefully.

The stronghold is in full swing inside and outside.

After a while, Hu Yi replied lightly: "They should be burying things."

"It's not that they're dead again, right?"

It shouldn't be that dead people should be buried together, and they won't bury people as close as they are to the stronghold. They are like burying landmines one by one.

The lens moves along the valley, brown mountains, yellow roads, and a bleak.

Hu Yi returned the telescope to the girl: "You can't calm down for a while? You have to go to the feint attack on the stronghold after dark."

"Aren't I observing the situation on the battlefield? You can sleep with your sleep." With the warm eyes of several guerrillas next to me, the little girl raised her telescope again.

It didn't take long, and seventy or eighty security troops were divided into several pieces, wearing large caps and slanted guns, and leisurely heading towards the county town in the cold wind.

Platoon leader Wu ran back into the valley with a happy face.

From the moment he knew that Hu Yi was the company commander, he gave up his command.

He is not stupid. His strength is that he is familiar with the terrain of this mountainous area. In terms of experience in guerrilla combat in the mountains, he is even more powerful than Hu Yi. However, he really has no idea if he really wants to hang two heads at the gate of the county town.

His soldiers under him have less than five bullets on average, so it is difficult to make a feint.

Facing Hu Yi's indifference as a murderous god made him very uncomfortable. Most of the Eighth Route Army have no education. Even if there are instructors in the company, they just let the soldiers know a few more words. He is not like Hu Yi's killing god.

The experience of the commander's dealings always makes me feel awkward.

But he quickly said to Li Huanzhang and said, "I'm going to be sleeping, and I'm going to wake up Li Huanzhang who is sleeping. I couldn't help but feel excited in my heart and said in a low voice: "Old Li, the security army in the base."

It's gone, it's dark and you don't have to pretend to attack the stronghold."

Li Huanzhang, who was crowded with several guerrillas, opened his sleepy eyes and yawned: "What did you say? The security army has withdrawn? Then there is nothing we have to do. Are you saying that we can go back to the mountain?

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"Our mission has not been completed yet. Can you help me to the end?" Platoon leader Wu felt a little blushed. Fortunately, his face was black and others could not see it: "Although the enemy has withdrawn the stronghold, he has to hang the heads on the county town.

It is difficult for people to ascend to heaven. The superiors also ordered several underground comrades who were released by the enemy. I felt something was wrong no matter how I thought about it."

Li Huanzhang quickly reached out and shook Hu Yi, who was sleeping with his head wrapped in black clothes next to him.

Hu Yi crawled his head out of his clothes, looked at the sun in the sky, and was puzzled: "It seems that it is not dark yet, why are you waking me up so early?"

Xiaopianer also ran back from the observation position: "The puppet troops in the stronghold seemed to have retreated, with a total of 82. There was a mortar on the big cart and a heavy machine gun. The puppet troops carried three light machine guns.

Hear, the others carried guns and bags, and were holding a dog, which seemed to have given up on the stronghold."

"Hehe, you observed...it's quite careful." Platoon Commander Wu smiled awkwardly.

Hu Yi looked at the sun in the sky, took out his pocket watch and glanced: "It's only eleven o'clock, where did these security troops play?"

The yellowish military uniforms of the puppet army in the well in the telescope brought out bursts of dust and fog, and nothing could be seen clearly.

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The two Japanese military police led a group of puppet troops to escort two young men with their hands tied back and covered with whip marks on their bodies, leaving the north gate of the county town and greeting the team returning to the city.

"Hey Liu Laizi, are you going to bury these two people alive or shoot them?"

"Don't care about your affairs, it's not right. Why are you all running back?"

"You haven't heard of it?"

"I've heard of it. It's so fucking bad luck that you'll leave the city to send these two people back on the second day of the Lunar New Year."

"Let's go back and have a couple of drinks, let's go first."

The mountains are bleak.

"Defeat Japanese imperialism..."

Juelie's voice echoed in the valley and drifted up the ridge along the river.

The sound kept ringing, and the two heroic fighters recalled everything they had since participated in the revolution.

I am a strong soldier, and I have not insulted my oath under the Red Flag.

This barren land is my love, so let me look at you for the last time...

One second, two seconds, five seconds, ten seconds...

Half a minute, one minute...

However, the gunshots behind him have not sounded.

The two kneeling on the ground finally turned their heads.

In the distance, only two Japanese soldiers were seen walking away in the dust with a dozen security troops.

"Are we going to the underworld?"

"No, why can I see you?"

"Hehe, no matter how far he is on the road to the underworld, even if we go to the Hall of Hell, we dare to pull the King of Hell off the horse."

"Yes, we will still be comrades in the next life."

"Oh, why is my wound still so painful?"

"Oh, when you say that my wound hurts, I heard that it won't hurt if you dream?"

"Then try to untie my rope with your mouth first."

"Why do you have to use your mouth and your hands?"

The two muttered to untickle the knot back to back.

"Hey, it seems that there is no gun hole on your back..."

"You don't have it on your back... Alas... It seems that someone is coming down from the mountain."

"It seems like a guerrilla?"

"There are our Eighth Route Army behind us. Could it be that they killed the Japanese?"

"It's not like, I didn't hear gunshots!"

"You move faster, ah... Why is he so cold?" One person shivered in the cold wind.

"There is a letter in the crack of your torn clothes on your back..."

"What letter?"

A group of patch-packing teams came down from the mountain, and ran straight to the two young men in thin clothes, trembling.

"Who are you?" Platoon Commander Wu looked at the two young men covered in whip marks, holding an envelope in his hand, and was very surprised.

"A bitter plan!" The two young men looked at each other and finally understood the Japanese's plan.

But you have to pretend to be a little bit like you, right? You also arranged a traitor from the Investigation Team. How do you ask me to cooperate?

Since you want to play a trick, you should have a chance to escape!

"We are the county underground staff, which part of you are from?" Anyway, the enemy had already figured out his identity, and a young man directly stated and asked back with trembling.

"We are a platoon in the ninth war zone of the Qinyuan County Siege Command, and are carrying out special tasks!" Platoon leader Wu has never encountered such a strange thing since he joined the army. The enemy left these two people here and played.

What kind of trick is it? I have to report a general number.

"You are really your own people?" A young man pretended to be overjoyed.

"That's not necessarily!" The Japanese used the bitter tricks too much. Platoon leader Wu, who had received the anti-enemy special education, hesitated for a moment, but asked the soldiers to remove the march behind him from behind.

Two people.

The two of them clasped the quilts and warmed up a little.

Platoon leader Wu stared at the envelope in the young man's hand: "What are you holding in your hand?"

The young man was stunned for a moment: "You guys came before I could see it!"

A soldier next to him grabbed the letter and immediately handed it to Platoon Commander Wu.

Platoon Commander Wu looked up and down the young men and pulled out the letter paper.

Fourteen words are neatly written in the brush: Our department has completed its promise, please fulfill your promise!

A plaster was drawn at the end.

"What kind of fucking promises and promises?" Platoon Commander Wu muttered and thought for a while, and handed the letter to Hu Yi next to him.

Hu Yi took the letter and read it, frowned and was confused.
Chapter completed!