under fire

Chapter 1077 Militia and Villagers

The chicken crows over and over again.

Suddenly there was a sound of beating gongs outside the village.

Following the voice of the village chief Qiao Laohan spread in the village
In recent days, the sound of guns and shells echoed in the ravine from time to time.

In the mountain village that seemed to be empty for a long time, many black figures soon appeared, carrying red-tasseled guns and big knives, running to the grain drying field outside the village.

No noise, no torches.

With chaotic footsteps, he ran towards the old pagoda tree in the grain drying field at the entrance of the village.

The gong sounded again under the old locust tree.

An old man with a wrinkled face beat the gong desperately under the locust tree, shouting loudly: "Come out quickly, it's time for a mission!"

Hearing the village chief's call clearly, the young men, women, half-grown children, and old people who came out couldn't help feeling a little nervous, but more excited.

They rushed to the grain drying ground in a hurry, and consciously formed a group under the old locust tree.

Several militiamen were surrounding the old village head, followed by a middle-aged man and two soldiers with guns that he had never seen before.

The villagers began to look at the middle-aged man next to the old man, and finally focused their eyes on the two standing behind the middle-aged man with rifles on their backs and a pistol on their shoulders. They were all standing in the shadow of the big locust tree, and they couldn't see the Eighth Route Warrior clearly. military colors.

One person carries two guns. I have never seen such an Eighth Route Army!

The villagers began to ask each other in low voices.

Seeing that people were almost here, Old Man Qiao finally stopped beating the gong, and turned his head to whisper to the middle-aged man next to him.

The two quickly finished talking, and before they could open their mouths, someone in the crowd couldn't help asking first, "Uncle Qiao, what's the mission?"

The old man Qiao raised his hand to press down, and directly said to the crowd: "Joe Erdan, you take a person, go to Qianqiao Village immediately to find Uncle Liu, and ask them to arrange militiamen and villagers. At least [-] strong laborers must be guaranteed. "

"Okay, Uncle."

"Liu Sanxi, you go to Hongsha Village to look for it."

Liu Sanxi, who was named, followed suit: "Okay."

The old man Qiao called the names of the two again, and then began to tell them: "Tell them, we must gather under the big yellow jue tree in Beidian, ten miles west of Tongtian Gorge, before the rooster crows three times."

"Remember, if you can't catch the rooster crowing three times, don't come."

"Understood." Each of the five people brought a person, and trotted all the way westward to leave the village, disappearing into the ravine under the moonlight.

The old man Qiao arranged two people in each group, because he was worried that there would be no trouble on the road. When walking on the mountain road on a moonlit night, anything could happen.

The old man Qiao turned to the middle-aged man again: "Look, do you want to talk about the situation and start now?"

The middle-aged man looked at the somewhat nervous villagers: "The militiamen set off first, and the villagers with good physical strength will follow in groups of ten. Remember, if anyone in the team falls behind, the whole team will return. You can't light torches along the way, and hurry on your way." If you can’t talk now, if you can do it, let’s go now.”

Hearing this, the mountain folk who hadn't seen much of the world began to ponder and whisper to each other.
The old man Qiao coughed twice: "Folks, this time the devils have raided, all the old and weak children in the village have been transferred, and everyone voluntarily stayed to take care of the crops. This time the mission is to help the Eighth Route Army. Don't leave our village behind." Face."

"Uncle Qiao, don't worry, the Eighth Route Army is here, and the rent and interest have been reduced, and the bandits and robbers who have done nothing wrong in the vicinity have been wiped out, and a work team has been sent to help everyone open a school. We will remember their kindness. Just tell me what's going on"

"As for what's going on, everyone don't ask, just close the door of the house quickly. This time, everyone is unarmed. The team leaders and responsible team members are not allowed to leave without permission. Those who stay behind continue to be vigilant and set off immediately."

The mountain village is more than twenty miles away from the destination North Store.

Beidian is separated from Jiuying Wounded Soldiers Village by a mountain ridge, about four miles away.

The arrangement of the middle-aged man was very cautious, and no one knew if there were any spies of the enemy in the villages to be notified.

Several old people stood at the entrance of the village and watched them leave in three groups.

Not surprisingly, seven or eight small bodies popped up by the side of the road.

All boys are twelve or thirteen years old, both male and female
There was a burst of scolding and even flustered hands, and finally, the little figure followed the team
The group of ten was immediately disrupted.
The mountain road under the moon is difficult to walk, and it is difficult for the villagers who have been living in the deep mountains.

...

The devils have divided their forces!

More than 30 Balu fled in front, and more than [-] devils chased after them. The desolate hillside under the moon was broken by gunshots.

There were not many Tubalu fleeing in front. Relying on its strong firepower, Balu found favorable terrain from time to time to stop and fire machine guns to block it.

When did Tubalu bullets seem like they don't need money, and they can still fight indiscriminately?
The devils who followed closely behind had to be cautious, and did not dare to let go of their hands and feet to chase.

The roads in the mountainous area were difficult to travel, and it was impossible to outflank them at all. The devils relied on their marksmanship to shoot from a distance.

The distance is too far, and the submachine guns in the eight routes basically lose their effect.

But they didn't use all their strength to escape, and the distance between the two sides was kept at about one mile.

It seems that he is deliberately waiting for the devil to chase him.

The devil's second lieutenant, who led the chase, had his nose crooked, and shot long shots at the crowd of eight routes from four to five hundred meters away.

The speed of going up the mountain was slow, and he was in a hurry to chase after he lost his burden. In less than half an hour, Luo Fugui led the team and ran down the valley behind the vanguard.

Find a stone to mount the machine gun on.
Da da da.
With a rhythmic ballistic trajectory, he started sweeping at the chasing shadows on the hillside: "His grandma's, dare to chase me, really think I can't sweep a large area?"

After firing a magazine, he pulled the machine gun and shrank his head behind the stone, then yelled at the dirty face next to him: "Why are you still standing there? Hit him a bitch"

Dirty Face yelled at the machine gunner lying next to him: "The distance is too far, change to single-shot shooting. Submachine guns, don't shoot with shell guns."

After speaking, he pulled the rifle from the hand of the deputy shooter next to him, and stared blindly at the shadow about 300 meters away.

bang. bang. bang.
The action of pulling the bolt and pushing it is so fast that it makes people smack their tongues.

Five bullets flew towards the hillside one after another.

At the same time Dirty Face fired, the rifles, rifles and machine guns in the hands of the soldiers who had found a hidden position nearby fired at the same time.

Empty the magazine, and then pull the crooked sub-machine gun that is loaded with bullets in the magazine next to it.
slap. slap. slap...

The bullets fired back by the devils followed, hitting the stones and bushes nearby with a rattling sound.
Xiong loaded the magazine, stretched his neck, and was about to fire, but he didn't see the devil's figure: "Hey, dirty face, where is the devil?"

"Hey, I'm all under the upper hurdle."

Xiong Gulu turned around, and rolled his ugly eyes helplessly: "Wenwuquan, hurry up and give me two catties of gunpowder."

Wen Wuquan, who was acting as an observer at the side, quickly untied the wooden box on his back, and took out an oiled paper bag from the middle: "Company Commander, there is no canister for gunpowder now!"

"Don't talk nonsense, put the explosives in the lunch box, and drill a hole in the lid with a bayonet."

"The lead wire made by Li Xiang has also been used up, so it can't be used."

"Put the grenade and gunpowder in the lunch box, cut off the ring of the grenade, and pull it out from the hole in the lid"

"Okay." Wen Wuquan's movements were a little flustered, but fortunately, after hanging around with Wan Baxi for a long time, there was nothing wrong with being a landmine.

The devil's shooting skills are indeed high, and the bullets also hit the area near the hiding place of Balu like money.
"Company Commander, it's ready." The civil and military Quanquan who was hiding behind the stone was not slow.

"Put the lunch box on the stone beside the road, tie two dismantled "mud dragon" ropes to the pull wire of the grenade, and tie the other ends to the small trees on both sides of the mountain pass."

"Company commander, you have a good idea. The little devil likes to walk from the bushes on both sides, and he has to kick the rope wherever he goes."

Xiongzui continued to mutter: "The 'mud dragon' rope I got at the train station is really a good thing."

(End of this chapter)