under fire

South valley.

The battlefield that had just been cleaned was still smoky.

Sitting on a gentle slope to the west were more than [-] blurred khaki figures with bandages on their heads, arms, and legs.

The terrain is slightly lower in the east, more than [-] meters away, among the low weeds.

More than twenty-eight roads are busy among the corpses in one place.

It doesn't seem to be building a position, nor does it seem to be digging a pit to bury a corpse.

Judging from the movements, it looked like he was putting a gray military uniform on the naked corpse.

A soldier arranged the corpse of the devil in the Eighth Route Army uniform with its head facing west and feet facing east, and then placed a rifle with its muzzle facing west next to the corpse.

Standing up, he asked the squad leader who was putting cotton trousers on the devil's legs: "Why does the staff trust that lunatic in Jiuying so much?"

"They know devils very well, we have stayed in the mountains for too long, we have to learn from them"

"However, if the devil's corpse is used to set up such a camouflage position, even if the devil's plane comes over, it will still hit the devil's corpse. It is of no use to us."

With a click, the soldier who was the squad leader's assistant broke an arm, and then put the corpse's arm into the gray military uniform sleeve that the squad leader was pulling, followed by a button, and inserted a sentence: "That's right, such a good gun on the ground They might all be beaten to pieces.”

After the squad leader saw that the devils were dressed, he stood up: "We are in the mountains, and it is good to have a [-] gait, but look at the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion, they don't seem to be very interested in the [-] gai."

The soldier in military uniform next to another corpse nodded: "Yes, I asked them, and they all said that the big eight grains are a good gun. Unfortunately, they don't even have one. Otherwise, I must see it."

"Look at the squad of the Ninth Battalion. They have light machine guns at long distances, submachine guns at close range, and a shell gun in their hands. They are almost equipped with the same equipment as our regiment's security battalion. What does this mean?"

"This shows that fighting devils can make a lot of money!"

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

The squad leader bent down and put his rifle in a shooting position in front of the devil, and took the cigarette from the mouth of the assistant soldier, and took a sharp puff in his mouth: "Hurry up and hug the thatch to cover the naked devil over there."

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

The squad leader looked around and saw that the arrangement was almost done. He smiled and asked, "Even if we move now and carry so many wounded, how far do you think we can go before dark?"

"Twenty miles should be no problem!"

The squad leader sucked back the smoke from his mouth: "Then do you know how far the little devil's plane can fly in an hour?"

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

The squad leader knelt down to help the soldiers next to him: "Then do you think we can hide from the devil's reconnaissance plane?"

"If we can't hide, we can make more camouflage, and we can hide in any bushes."

"What about the seized weapons and equipment?"

"Can't you just find a place to hide?"

"Then do you think you can still walk twenty miles while carrying the wounded and carrying the camouflage?"

"this."

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

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

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

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

"Then let's transfer after dark. It's safer!"

"If Ma Liang and the others hadn't stopped the devils, our camp would be full of wounded soldiers, wouldn't the entire army be wiped out?"

"When the time comes, those who can run will run, and those who cannot run will stay and fight."

The squad leader has a look of determination in his eyes, when the time comes, he must run away with his staff on his back
About five miles to the north.

After successfully deceiving the Devil fighters, Crazy Yang lay on the stretcher again and followed the team northward.

In the sky.

The Devil fighter returned to hover over the mountain ridge again.

Inform the advance team below of the news of the imperial army team appearing in the south of Shanliang.

The assistant held the telegram and ran to Okawa's side: "Your Excellency Lieutenant, half a team of warriors from the guard appeared about five or six miles south of the mountain ridge, and no other traces of the Eight Routes have been found for the time being."

Lieutenant Okawa was a little surprised. The security squadron was ambushed, and the messenger came to report the news by detouring the valley. Now the security squadron suddenly appeared behind the eighth road, which is a bit unusual.

According to the messengers, more than [-] people fought in an ambush. The intensity of the battle must not be too small, and the battle should not end so quickly.

It is not surprising that Balu fired a few shots and ran away.

The greatest possibility is that most of the guard squadron is chasing the main force of the Eighth Route. The messengers who passed by earlier brought the news that the squadron was blocked by the Eighth Route.

After brainstorming the battlefield situation, I always feel that there is something wrong
Immediately look at the map laid on the ground, mark the nearby locations again, measure and correct the locations and mutual distances of each department.

He is well aware of the fighting power of the Tuba Road, and he does not believe that the ambushed security squadron can wipe out the despicable raiders.

Unless Tubalu has another conspiracy!
A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in my mind. This is not quite right!

chase!

The security squadron came with a small group of troops, which means that they have bitten most of the Tuba Road, but where should they be now?

The advance team is currently in the north. If the security squadron has been following the advance team, it should go east and circle around the valley.

Think carefully about the terrain you have chased all the way.

The Tuba Road, which intersects between himself and the security squadron, is likely to turn east over the mountain ridge halfway, leading most of the security squadron to continue fleeing eastward!

Even set up an ambush against the guard squadron again on a certain mountain ridge.

He casually said to the assistant next to him: "Let the fighter jets go to the south for reconnaissance, and make sure to find out where the main force of the Eighth Route is going!"

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

No matter how tall the beams are, they are just like slightly undulating brown rocks with some green shrubs, small trees and weeds at the withered part.

Fighter pilots have long been impatient with this kind of offensive coordination without a goal.

The advance team sent a report saying that the imperial army in the south had bitten the main force of the Eighth Route, and immediately became interested.

Anyway, it's not far away, a distance of ten miles, for a fighter jet, it's just a matter of flapping its wings for a minute or two.

Fighters should fight against the main force of the eight routes!
After gesturing to the same listless wingman pilot, the two planes flew south again, one left and one right.

For the first time, the guard whistle wearing a helmet yelled: "The Devil's plane is coming, run quickly!"

With a few words, the soldiers quickly lit a match and threw it into the half-dried thatch.

Under the thick thatch, there are piles of naked devil corpses in a mess.

Let Man He lie on the stretcher, the special company commander next to him felt incredible, and asked with wide eyes: "Staff, the little devil's plane is really here."

"Be careful. Don't show your flaws." Liu Manhe was shot twice, one in the shoulder and one in the abdomen. Every time he said a word, there was a sharp pain in the wound.

"It makes me feel awkward to beat myself up in devil's uniform." The soldier next to him had dark circles under his eyes.

The roar over the valley became louder and louder, and the Devil's plane kept approaching.
Go south with the roar.

The fire not far away has not ignited and there is not enough smoke.
The special company commander said to the correspondent next to him: "Don't worry, everyone, the devil's plane is flying off, let's take a rest first."

The raised rifle was slowly lowered.
"Remember it all for me, I will fight back later, don't aim at the military cap and fight." The squad leader muttered to his soldiers.

Even the lightly wounded with limited mobility lay on the ground.

The injured arm directly raised the gun with one hand, aiming at the corpse of the devil who was spreading smoke in the bushes in the distance.

Hearing the roar of the Devil's plane seemed to be coming to the sky, the special company commander waved: "Throw a few grenades and then shoot two grenades."

The soldier next to him was reluctant: "Can I not throw it?"

"Excuting an order."

The thick smoke constantly wafting from the valley finally attracted the attention of the Devil pilots.

Fly in an east-west direction instead.

Thick smoke was billowing in the valley, and one could vaguely see someone in the uniform of the imperial army waving.

From time to time, grenades exploded in the position lying on the ground on the opposite side.

Accused of being so oppressed by the imperial army that he dared not even raise his head
The situation on the battlefield is clear at a glance. The warriors of the imperial army occupy the high ground and gain an absolute advantage on the battlefield.

The plane brought a gust of wind in the valley, blowing several gray cotton trousers that were just covering the devil's legs.

The Devil pilot who had adjusted his posture and was ready to shoot at the "Eight Road" position was overjoyed, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Tubal Road is so poor that he doesn't even have to wear pants."