The wind on the winter night, with frost, blew up a wave of fine snow dust. Shen Min stood in the woods on the top of the hill, looking at it from time to time with the scope on the gun, without feeling the cold at all.

The stars in the sky slowly faded away. A missing moon rose from the top of the mountain. The clear light like water washed away the shadow of the woods, but could not wash away the worries and anxiety in her heart.

Suddenly, her movements stopped, wiped her eyes, and looked at them with sage.

A white object in the distance was moving towards this side, mixing with the surrounding environment, not conspicuous.

It was him, yes, that walking posture was really so familiar and friendly to Shen Min.

The blood in Shen Min's body seemed to be completely condensed, and only one heart was beating violently. She even felt the weight of it hitting her chest. At this moment, it seemed very long and very short. Shen Min carried the gun, shouted happily, and ran away.

Wu Ming looked at Shen Min running towards her in amazement. She was still some distance away from Qinglonggou. Besides, she was waiting here alone because she was so late.

Shen Min ran to the front, stretched out her hands, put them down again, and after a breath of excitement, she tried to say in a calm tone: "You are back."

"I'm back." Wu Ming replied with a smile, looking at Shen Min's face and ears that were red from cold, a hint of emotion appeared in her eyes. There is a kind of love called longing, a kind of love called helplessness, and a kind of love that can never be paid back. This is how Shen Min loves silently and loves forever. When the wind blows, it makes the emotions flow out of her heart excitedly, and a little bit is enough, just like drinking the first sip of tea to taste the taste.

"Silly girl, my nose is frozen." Wu Ming said suddenly and hugged her, pressing her lips heavily on her lips. He hugged her so tightly, as if he wanted to embrace Shen Min into his body.

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"What's going on?" Zhao Hong looked at the guerrillas carrying in on a stretcher, hurried up to check the wound, and asked Zhao Sihai who was following behind.

"Damn the Japanese." Zhao Sihai cursed angrily with a blue face.

"Aren't the Japanese a few days pretty good? Didn't the Japanese project be effectively delayed?" Zhao Hong frowned and cut the bloody clothes of the wounded, and said in surprise, "This, this was not a gun."

"It was a cannon bomb." Zhao Sihai sat on the small stool with his butt. "The Japanese secretly brought two mortars and put them on the roof of the Du family compound. Fan Kun and Yang Cheng had just fired two shots, and the shells came. Fan Kun, he died."

"Hold on." Zhao Hong said to Yang Cheng softly, "I will pick out the shrapnel in the meat and disinfect and bandage it for you."

"Yeah." Yang Cheng was sweating profusely in pain, and his hands tightly grasped the wooden pole of the stretcher.

Zhao Sihai rubbed his hands, stood up and sat down, sat down and stood up again, but he was anxious but couldn't help.

"Okay, it's done." After a long time, Zhao Hong finished her work. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and relieved Yang Cheng's pain with a gentle smile. "I didn't hurt the vital points, I'll be fine after raising it for a while."

"Thank you Sister Zhao." Yang Cheng said gratefully.

"Does the Commander Ma know?" Zhao Hong turned around and asked when Yang Cheng was carried out.

"I'm in a hurry to send Yang Cheng over, but I haven't said that yet!" Zhao Sihai shook his head and replied.

"What a good boy, don't worry, go and recover from your injuries." Ma Yuanfang's voice came from outside the door.

"Eat more and I'll ask someone to arrange it." This is Zhao Laohai's voice.

Zhao Hong smiled and said to Zhao Sihai: "It seems you don't have to report anymore. Brother Ma and Uncle Zhao already know."

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"Let's guess the Japanese are simple." Ma Yuanfang looked around the people in the room and said with a heavy heart, "It was my carelessness that caused two excellent guerrillas to be killed and injured."

"Brother Ma, this matter is my fault." Zhao Sihai stood up in a hurry, "I gave an order without carefully observing this action."

"Don't fight for this responsibility for the first time." Zhao Laohai made a smooth move. "The current situation is getting worse and worse. When the Japanese stronghold is completed, our lives will be even worse."

"Yes!" Ma Yuanfang smiled bitterly, "This is a bayonet that is pressed against our chest. If you don't pull it out, you will be restless! What can you do? Let's talk about it."

"It's not possible during the day, but at night, I don't believe that the Japanese cannons are so accurate." A small team leader said guiltily.

"Nonsense." Zhao Sihai glared at him fiercely, "The Japanese have stopped working tonight, who are you going to harass?"

"Is it an idea too?" Ma Yuanfang glanced at the team leader with encouragement, "It doesn't matter whether it is mature or not. Three cobblers, who are good at Zhuge Liang, can always come up with a solution."

"Why, let's go around Mancun first and harass and destroy the simple highway from Mancun to Huangfengkou." Zhao Laohai put a bag of cigarettes, and Barda Bada said while smoking, "The supply of materials has been cut off, and it may also have a role."

"The land is frozen now. Besides, when the Japanese were transporting supplies, there were at least three cars and a team of Japanese escorts. I'm afraid it's difficult to start." Zhao Sihai hesitated for a moment and whispered.

"It's not that we have to fight." Ma Yuanfang waved his hand and explained, "Although it's cold and there are difficulties, we still have to destroy the road, fill trenches, saw the telephone poles, and cut off the Japanese telephone lines. In short, can everything that can involve the Japanese's energy be done!"

"Can you contact Wang Busi and see what he can do?" Zhao Hong raised her head and suggested.

"At this time? It seems like begging him." Zhao Sihai complained in a low voice.

"Cooperation is not a question of who asks for anyone." Ma Yuanfang nodded, "It's almost time. I think Dunzi can go there. This is not a time to compete for the sake of competition. If he has a way to knock down the Japanese stronghold, it's no big deal to ask him. The safety of the soldiers and fellow villagers is the most important thing."

"You little brat, you have to suffer from face." Zhao Laohai pointed at Zhao Sihai with a cigarette pole and cursed: "Learn from the Ma Special Commissioner, this is what you look like to do big things."

"Wang Busi can come up with a solution, he is not a god." Zhao Sihai murmured in a low voice.

"I'm not a god, why are you looking at me like that?" Wu Ming smiled and ate the delicious meal, while muddling to his subordinates.

"One, two, three... twelve." Wang Ying counted the pistols that Wu Ming carried back and raised her head in surprise, "You have killed a total of twelve spies. Aren't you just going to kill that Hongshan? Why did you change your mind again?"

"Wrong, it's thirteen." Wu Ming reached out and handed the empty bowl to Shen Min, "I didn't pick it up if a gun was blown up. If these guys hadn't scolded me after Hongshan died, I wouldn't have wanted to kill them all."

"You will die if you scold you? You are too, that's too much!" Cheng Xiaoyi asked with wide eyes.
Chapter completed!