South valley.

The battlefield that had just been cleaned still smoke lingered.

On a gentle slope to the west, there were more than thirty yellow figures with blurred bandages wrapped around their heads, arms and legs.

The terrain on the east side is slightly lower than a hundred meters long in the weeds.

More than 28 routes were busy among the corpses all over the place.

It seems that it is not building a position, nor is it like digging a pit to bury a corpse.

According to the action, it seems that it is like putting a gray military uniform on the naked body.

A soldier put the corpse of the Japanese in the Eighth Route Army uniform on his head and headed west and faced east, and then placed a rifle with a muzzle facing west next to the corpse.

He stood up and asked the squad leader who was putting cotton pants on the Japanese legs: "...Why does the staff officer believe that lunatic in the Ninth Camp so much?"

"They know the Japanese very well. We stayed in the mountains for too long, so we have to learn from them..."

"But, even if the Japanese plane came over, they would still be attacking Japanese corpses. To us, it would be of no use..."

With a click, the soldier who was an assistant to the squad leader broke one arm before putting the corpse into the grey military uniform sleeve that the squad leader was pulling. He then tied a button and inserted it: "That's right, such a good gun on the ground might be beaten to pieces..."

After seeing the Japanese dress up, the squad leader stood up: "We are in the mountains, we think it's good to have a 38th bulb, but look at the soldiers of the Ninth Camp, they don't seem to be very interested in the 38th bulb at all."

The soldier who was wearing military uniforms to another corpse nodded: "That's right, I asked them, and they all said that eight-piece big shots are good guns... It's a pity that even they don't have them, otherwise they must have a look..."

"Look at a squad of the Ninth Battalion, with light machine guns from a distance, submachine guns from a close range, and a shell gun from a person who has a handful of them. They can almost have the same equipment as our regiment's guard battalion. What does this mean?"

"This means that fighting the Japanese can make a fortune!"

The squad leader's assistant put the military cap on the head on the Japanese corpse, then took out a cigarette and lit it: "Don't be jealous, they have grown from one squad to another battalion, and the soldiers in the team have changed several times..."

The squad leader bent down and put the rifle in a shooting position in front of the Japanese. He thrust the cigarette from the assistant soldier's mouth, and took a deep breath in his mouth: "Hurry up and hug the thatch and cover the naked Japanese corpse there..."

The warrior next to him looked up: "If we don't transfer immediately, what's the use of pretending to be such a fake battlefield?"

The squad leader looked around and the arrangement was almost done. He asked with a smile: "Even if we are moving now and carrying so many wounded people, how far do you think you can go before dark?"

"Twenty miles...it should be no problem!"

The squad leader sucked the smoke from his mouth back at his nostrils: "Then do you know how far the Japanese plane can fly in an hour?"

"Of course I know, the instructor said it during the study, four or five hundred miles..."

The squad leader squatted down and tried to attack the soldiers beside him: "Then do you think we can avoid the Japanese reconnaissance plane?"

"We can't escape, we can do more disguises and just find a grass to hide..."

"What should I do if these seized weapons and equipment?"

"Isn't it enough to find a place to hide it?"

"Then do you think you can walk twenty miles with the wounded person carrying a disguise?"

"this..."

The squad leader educated: "Everyone knows the tracking ability of the Japanese advance into the team. If the Japanese advance into the team is not hurt, he will sooner or later catch up!"

"I don't believe that Company Commander Ma and his platoon can be the opponent of the Japanese support team."

"So, Yang Crazy took advantage of the Japanese's eagerness to find us for a decisive battle, and their plan together is likely to succeed..."

"What if the Japanese plane didn't come?"

"Then let's wait until it gets dark before moving... safer!"

"If Ma Liang and the others did not stop the Japanese, our wounded soldiers would be full of the camp and we would not be wiped out?"

"When the time comes, run away, and if you can't run, leave a blockade..."

The squad leader looked determined, and he must run away with his staff on his back...

About five miles north.

After successfully cheating the Japanese fighter jet, Yang Crazy lying on the stretcher again and followed the team northward.

In the sky.

The Japanese fighter plane returned to the ridge and circled over the mountain.

Report the news of the Royal Army appearing in Shanliangnan to the advancing team below.

The assistant held the telegram and ran to Dachuan: "Lieutenant, half a team of warriors in the guard team appeared about five or six miles south of Shanliang, and no other traces of the Eighth Route Army were found..."

Lieutenant Okawa was a little surprised. The security squadron was ambushed and the messenger took a detour to the valley to report the news. Now the security squadron suddenly appeared behind the Eighth Route Army, and things were a bit unusual.

According to the messenger, if more than 80 local 8 routes fight ambush, the intensity of the battle will definitely not be too small, and the battle should not end so soon.

It was not surprising that the Eighth Route Army ran away after firing a few shots.

The greatest possibility is that most of the security squadrons are pursuing the main force of the Eighth Route Route. The previous messengers brought the news that the support team was blocked by the Eighth Route Route Route Route Route Route, and the lieutenant divided his troops to copy the back of the Eighth Route Route Route.

After thinking about the situation on the battlefield, I always feel that there is nothing I can do...

Immediately look at the map spread on the ground, mark the nearby locations again, measure, and correct the locations and distances of each part.

He knew the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army and killed him, and he didn't believe that the ambushed guard squadron could wipe out the despicable sneak attackers.

Unless there are other conspiracies and tricks from the Eighth Route Army!

A sudden flash of inspiration in my mind... This is not right!

Chase!

The security squadron came with a small group of troops, which means they had bitten most of the Tujiao Eighth Route Army, but where should they be now?

The advancing team is currently in the north. If the security squadron continues to advance, it should go east along the valley.

Carefully recall the terrain you have chased along the way.

The Tujiao Route Army, which interspersed between himself and the security squadron, was likely to cross the ridge eastward halfway, leading most of the security squadron to continue to flee eastward!

Even an ambush was set up again on a certain mountain ridge.

He said to the assistant next to him: "Let the fighter planes go to the south to reconnaise, and be sure to find out where the main force of the Eighth Route Army will go!"

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Looking at the ground in the sky is a completely different feeling.

No matter how tall the beam is, it is just like a slightly undulating brown rocks. Some green shrubs, small trees and weeds.

Fighter pilots have long been impatient with this targetless offensive cooperation.

The advancing team sent a newspaper saying that the Imperial Army in the south had bitten the main force of the Eighth Route Army, and immediately became interested.

Anyway, it's not far, and about ten miles away, for fighter jets, it's just a matter of shaking their wings for one or two minutes.

Fighters should fight against the main force of the Eighth Route Army!

Gestures to the equally listless wingman pilot, and soon, the two planes flew south again, one left and one right.

The warning whistle wearing a steel helmet for the first time shouted: "The Japanese plane is here, run away quickly..."

A few words of the warrior quickly lit the match and threw it into the semi-dried thatch.

Under the thick thatch, there were piles of bare Japanese corpses.

When Manhe lay on the stretcher, the special company commander next to him felt incredible and stared at him with big eyes, "Staff, the Japanese plane is really here..."

"Be careful...don't reveal...flaws..." Liu Manhe was shot twice, one shot on his shoulder and one shot in the abdomen. Every time he said something, a heart-wrenching pain came from the wound.

"I feel awkward when I am wearing a Japanese military uniform to beat myself up..." The soldier next to me had dark circles.

The roar over the valley became louder and louder, and the Japanese planes kept approaching...

Go south with the roar.

The fire not far away has not yet started...there is not enough smoke...

The special company commander said to the correspondent next to him: "Let everyone not worry, the Japanese plane flew away, and take a rest first..."

The raised rifle slowly dropped...

"I've remembered it all for me. I'll fight back later, don't look at the military cap and hit him..." The squad leader muttered to the soldiers under his command.

Even the minor injured person with inconvenience in movement was lying on the ground.

The injured arm raised the gun with one hand and aimed at the corpse of the Japanese who was spreading in the distance with smoke from the bushes.

Hearing the roar of the Japanese planes, the special company commander waved: "Top a few grenades... and then two grenades..."

The warrior next to him was reluctant to let him go: "Can you not throw it away?"

"Execute command..."

The thick smoke that kept floating out of the valley finally attracted the attention of the Japanese pilots.

Change to flying east-west direction.

The smoke was rolling in the valley, and it seemed that someone was waving his hand in the imperial uniform.

Grenades exploded from time to time on the position of the Tuo Eighth Route Army lying on the opposite side.

He was accused of being suppressed by the Imperial Army so much that he didn't even dare to raise his head...

The battlefield situation is clear at a glance, and the Imperial Army warriors occupy the high ground and gain an absolute advantage on the battlefield.

The plane brought a strong wind in the valley, blew up several gray cotton pants that were just covered by the Japanese legs.
Chapter completed!