"Are you a nearby person?" Yang Yue asked Dahei Niu.

"Yes! Our county brigade often moves here. Let me tell you that the scope of our brigade's activities is very large. At the farthest time, we went to the Huting stronghold..." Zheng Tieniu said proudly.

"Come on, you just go to the Huting stronghold to take a look!" Gou Ergui couldn't help but hit him, "Can you still dare to shoot?"

"Our captain said that sooner or later, the Huting stronghold was taken down." Zheng Tieniu responded loudly.

"The garrison at the Huting stronghold is a reinforcement brigade. There are more than 800 people. Can your county brigade be taken down?"

"Hmph, you don't believe it, right? Then I will let you believe it."

"Brave again! Your county brigade is so powerful, why don't you go to Luyang?"

"Our county brigade is not well equipped at present. There are no cannons. When we have cannons, we can attack the Huting stronghold."

"Cannon! Your county brigade dares to fix cannons? Why don't you go to heaven?"

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Gou Ergui and Zheng Tieniu got into trouble.

Yang Yue shook his head. As a time traveler, sometimes he really has too much negative energy.

He wanted to tell these two guys that the Huting stronghold needs to wait until the day of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, and the Japanese surrendered, and we were able to recover smoothly. Before that, we could only watch.

Just strengthening the combat effectiveness of the garrison brigade is not something that the Eighth Route Army, which lacks the ability to attack, can afford to consume.

What's more, the Huting stronghold is so close to Luyang that the 36th Division of the Japanese can provide reinforcements at any time. The Japanese stationed in Qin County, and Qinyuan County can also provide reinforcements at any time.

Of course, it would be different if there is a 155mm howitzer.

If you fire a few shots, the Japanese at the Huting stronghold will be finished.

"Quiet!" Wang Maosheng suddenly waved his hand.

Yang Yue took back his thoughts.

The miniature map is also displayed.

About twenty small dots moved south quietly.

This miniature map seems to be able to gradually expand the display range. The current display radius has reached about 500 meters.

“What’s the situation?”

“Someone is approaching.”

"How did you know?"

"The carts crush the road. It may be from the transport team."

"Whose transport team?"

"Don't know."

Wang Maosheng used the most primitive method, which was to touch the ground with his ears to feel the vibration.

Yang Yue didn't know whether this method was effective. However, Wang Maosheng could detect someone nearby, which obviously had some special skills. Perhaps this guy's ears were particularly useful?

The team of more than 20 people and the carts do look very much like a transport team. The question is, whose transport team is it?

If it was the Eighth Route Army's own, it would be extremely dangerous. This was completely like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth and sending himself to the Japanese's arms.

If it was the Japanese transport team, it would be the same danger. They would still be eaten by Yang Yue.

How could a fat sheep miss it if she broke into her arms?

"Go and have a look." Yang Yue made a quick decision.

Three people approached quietly.

All were stunned as a result.

Not a transport team.

They are the fleeing people... no, they are the evacuated people.

They had three carts in total, with bottles, jars and so on. A group of people were slandering and rushing to the road. Eighty times they were lost.

Yang Yue frowned, "What's going on with the fellow villager? Why did you run to the battlefield?"

Zheng Tieniu said: "It's Song Laocai from Songjiayu."

"Who? You know?"

"I know. I am Song Laocai from Songjiayu. An old slippery man who doesn't fight against Japan and dare not offend the Japanese. When we passed by Songjiayu, we refused to give us a little bit of food."

"Then why did he escape?"

"It's probably scared."

"Team leader, do we have to worry? Song Laocai is not an anti-Japanese crowd and is not protected by us..."

"No need to worry."

Yang Yue refused decisively.

Any landlord who is rich is the target of struggle.

If he takes care of it now, there may be endless troubles in the future.

If this old guy is a traitor, he will be charged with protecting a traitor. Isn’t this causing trouble for himself?

"Pu hook!"

"Pu hook!"

At this moment, gunshots came from the darkness.

It was the special sound of the Type 38 rifle. If you guessed correctly, it should be that the Japanese guys caught up with me. I don’t know how many people there were.

"You guys are waiting here. I'll go and see." Yang Yue wanted to act alone again.

Personal heroism always wants to emerge.

Always feel that others are burdensome.

"Be careful!" Wang Maosheng and others immediately lurked.

"Team leader, I'll go with you..." Before Zheng Tieniu finished speaking, his mouth was already blocked by Gou Ergui.

We don’t go, you kid still want to go?

Just you, aren’t you causing trouble for the team leader?

Stay obediently.

I need you when I carry the spoils later!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

There is also the sound of a muffle gun.

Yang Yue frowned secretly. Could it be that the Japanese devils?

The Japanese will definitely not be equipped with a crumbling gun. Most of them are puppet troops. Or are they another anti-Japanese armed force coming from other places?

By the way, how many county brigades and district brigades do the Eighth Route Army have?

With the help of night vision, move forward quickly.

Turn over the ridge.

Jump over the cliff.

Finally, I have a look at the end.

The one who chased Song Laocai turned out to be a puppet army. There were more than a dozen Japanese devils in the middle.

The number of puppet troops was about one hundred. It was probably a full company. The Japanese were organized into a small team, with more than a dozen people. There was only one crooked light machine gun. The others were rifles.

This Cangyun Ridge is the main battlefield! I don’t know how this part of the enemy broke in. The Song Laocai is also. He doesn’t go any further and wants to go into hell. How can this be better?

He quietly turned back, jumped down from the steep slope, and stopped Song Laocai and others.

"Eighth Route Army!"

"Master Eighth!"

Song Laocai was shocked.

After finally seeing Yang Yue’s military uniform clearly, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Cangyunling is fighting. Don't continue walking forward." Yang Yue said slowly, "Don't look back either. There are pursuers behind him. Going back means death."

"Master Eighth Master, I want to follow you!" Song Laocai trotted up and hurriedly held Yang Yue's hand, "Where is your commander? I want to see your commander..."

"Didn't you offend neither side?"

"Shame, ashamed."

Song Laocai quietly waved behind his back.
To be continued...