under fire

Chapter 1084 Chief
north shop.

"Who stops?" followed by a bang of a gun bolt.

The people on the road squatted down immediately: "Don't shoot, it's us, from Hongsha Village"

Did not hear the familiar voice, a group of soldiers who were guarding alone for the first time panicked, Hongsha Village?I haven't heard of it... Some don't know what to do: "What are you doing here?"

"Uncle Qiao asked us to come here. I don't know what the specific purpose is."

The other party showed his identity. He didn't know who Uncle Qiao was. The soldier asked again: "Are you a guerrilla?"

This is a weird question, even if I am not a guerrilla, I would definitely say that I am a guerrilla.
"Are you the Eighth Route Army?" The leading middle-aged man was a little speechless: "We are the militia of Hongsha Village!"

"You guys are here!" The guard stood up from his hiding place: "Where are Uncle Zhao and the others?"

Uncle Zhao?

The militiamen and villagers were a little confused, and a figure behind hurried forward: "My name is Qiao Erdan, my uncle told me to go to Hongsha Village to call for someone, and said that I would go directly to Beidian. Uncle Liu, um, my uncle and the others haven’t arrived yet?”

The middle-aged man who had been watching coldly stood up and said, "Little comrade, old man Qiao asked his nephew Qiao Erdan to ask me to organize thirty militiamen and villagers to Beidian. What exactly is he going to do?"

"Then you wait here until Uncle Zhao arrives!" The person in front of him didn't know anyone, and the guard post didn't rashly reveal other information.

In the moonlight, he could see clearly that six of these men were holding rifles with large barrels that must have been old slides.

Most of them held red-tasseled spears in their hands, and some even carried hatchets.

"My surname is Liu, and my name is Liu Laogeng. Everyone calls me Uncle Liu. I heard that the gunshots here are loud. Are you being chased by the enemy?"

"Don't ask, I won't tell you if I didn't see Uncle Zhao."

"Uh ok"

Not long after that, a group of figures appeared in a hurry, and the leader saw a group of gun points and muzzles pointing at him suddenly appearing on the side of the road, and almost fell over in shock.

Under the moonlight, a person shouted joyfully, "Uncle Qiao, why did you get here?"

"Liu Laogeng? Is it you? How are you so fast?"

"Hey, you asked Er Dan to come here before the chicken crowed three times, hey, I arrived early, what's the task?" Speaking of which, when he saw the middle-aged man next to the old man Qiao, he immediately greeted: "Hey, Zhao Brother, it turned out to be you, didn’t all the people in your village move away?”

"Don't dawdle and leave three people to lead the way for those who are coming from other villages. Everyone else should follow me quickly."

"What's going on"

"Carrying the wounded?"

"What, it takes so many people to lift a wounded person?"

"Don't inquire about this matter. Hurry up, comrades from the Independence Regiment. They are blocking the enemy, and the wounded must be sent out before dawn."

"Then hurry up. Hey, are all the wounded in your village?"

Trotting and panting, Uncle Zhao dropped a sentence: "I said. Can you stop teasing me?"

"How far is it?"

"Five miles."

"It takes about half an hour to walk on the mountain road in Wulidi!" Uncle Liu thought to himself, "Hey, how many enemies are here?"

Uncle Zhao really didn't want to talk: "I'm not sure."

"Then we have so many people here, just hit him a bitch!"

Uncle Zhao directly ignored the muttering of the energetic old guy.

Seeing that Lao Zhao didn't answer, Liu Laogeng turned his head and looked at Old Man Qiao behind him: "Are you all empty-handed?"

"Didn't Liu Erxi tell you guys? Tell you not to take the guy with you"

"How can you beat a devil without bringing a guy!"

"We are going to help carry the wounded this time!"

"Let's discuss something. I won't do the work of carrying the wounded. I will take the militia to fight the devils later, and you will take the villagers to help the Eighth Route Army carry the wounded!"

"Wait until the ground, can you listen to the arrangement of the chief of the Eighth Road?"

"Hey, it's fine, anyway, even Lao Song has to give me face!"

"Tch, Captain Song will give you face? Didn't he just have a meal at your house? You've been bragging about it for almost half a year!"

The penetrating arm wound has been bandaged.

The fire is still spreading to the ridge.

Hu Yi wiped off the blood on his hands when covering the wound just now, took out his pocket watch, and looked at it by the light of the fire: half past four!
The rooster crows three times and the whole area is white. The mountain area is bright early, and it will be bright in an hour at most.

There was no more gunfire from down the hillside.

From time to time, someone was carrying crooked handles and carrying boxes of bullets.Or walk in front of him deliberately with three or four, three or eight big covers on your back.

Hu Yi had to nod to every soldier who came over.

The initial severe pain at the wound has passed.

But as long as you nod your head and move your body a little, the pain will still come.

Maybe, I can't touch the machine gun for half a month!
These short-sighted guys shot themselves in the arm and these idiots act like they don't think it hurts
You can stay here and help yourself.
Without Luo Fugui, the Ninth Battalion seemed to be cleaning the battlefield much faster.

"Report, the gang of devils who were chasing mules to the south turned around and came again, two miles away."

Someone has a position!

Where there is life, there is hope
It was very embarrassing, Li Xiang's platoon also suffered a lot of casualties, only a dozen or so soldiers left who could walk on their own.

Now in my hands, there are less than two platoons of people who can fight!
Moreover, many of them were lightly wounded.

Now the shell gun bullets are basically used up, and Yin Guizi has no capital.

Knowing that there were not many devils coming, he didn't dare to fight face to face with the devils.

The Ninth Battalion has a lot of machine guns, currently close to twenty!

It's a pity that fighting in the mountains is not enough to outdo the devils with more machine guns, and you can't always play machine gun suppression.

Accurate shooting is more needed than suppression.

It seems that the usual training is not reasonable.
At least [-] rounds of rifle bullets were brought back to the base this time!
No matter what, you have to find a way to win more from your superiors!
When I went to the division to study last time, so many machine guns were seized by the devils, so the superiors had to show it.

As for borrowing the mortar shells, at worst, return them to the superiors later.
Hu Yi was startled suddenly, he seemed to be getting closer to the thoughts of those students and classmates.
Withdrawing his thoughts, he put the pocket watch in his hand back into the ditch, and looked up to the south.

Even with all the remaining troops, it is very possible to destroy the devils who followed.

However, when the devils in the valley to the east came to reinforce them, none of the seriously wounded in the village could escape. The guns and ammunition that the Ninth Battalion had managed to accumulate, including the bullets to be transported back to the base, had to fall into the hands of the devils: "Withdraw first!" In the village!"

Leaving a squad to harass along the way,
As soon as Hu Yi entered the village, Xiao Hongying came over excitedly: "Fox, Uncle Zhao and the others brought the villagers here."

"Uncle Zhao? Who is Uncle Zhao?" Hu Yi was stunned for a moment, then he came back to his senses, and his mood immediately improved.

"Oh, Wang Xiaosan didn't tell you, but he was a traffic officer who stayed in the village."

"Isn't it a liaison?"

"Anyway, one meaning. Hey, are you injured?"

"No, I was bitten by the little devil's bullet."

"Take a bite?" Xiao Hongying was a little worried, her big eyes rolled around, and she directly raised her hand and stretched out her index finger to poke it.
"Ah..." Hu Yi groaned strangely, almost fell down, and took a breath: "Grandma, I finally understand that the title of wicked girl is not for nothing."

"Hey, it's good that you didn't hurt your bones."

It seems that I forgot to chase after the devil...

The village was in chaos.

Liu Laogeng hurriedly approached Hu Yi: "Report to the chief, Liu Laogen, the commander of the Pingshun guerrilla detachment's Hongsha village soldier, is reporting to you."

Hu Yi was stunned for a moment, this should be the first time someone called himself the chief.
The chief seems to be different from the chief.

"Hu Yi, Commander of the Ninth Battalion of the Independent Regiment. What did you just say?"

"Report to the chief, Liu Laogeng will report to you"

Hu Yi nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, hurry up and get the wounded out of here!"

"I demand to join the battle!"

"You want to participate in the battle?" Hu Yi froze for a moment.

"Yes, please approve the chief"

Maybe the word "chief officer" stimulated Hu Yi. Hu Yi didn't know if the lard had deceived him, but he agreed, and turned to Wang Xiaosan and ordered: "Take them to replenish some ammunition."

Liu Laogeng shyly said: "Chief, can you add some guns?"

(End of this chapter)