under fire

It was getting dark.

Balu ran away under his nose!
Four of the eight roads on the mountain ridge were killed, three were killed in the west, and only two were killed on the eight road highlands in the east.

Eighth Road ran east quickly after reaching the foot of the mountain.

Lieutenant Okawa looked at the security squadron in the valley, feeling a little dazed.

After many days of continuous pursuit, losing troops and losing generals, is this the result?

The radio soldiers came in a hurry: "Report, an urgent call from the First Army Headquarters..."

The assistant took a look at the telegram, was stunned for two seconds, and hurried to Lieutenant Okawa who was holding a binoculars: "The first one, the guard team has wiped out all eight roads and is cleaning the battlefield. The second one, the headquarters urgently ordered all departments to go north. Prepare."

Lieutenant Okawa had a look of disbelieving surprise on his face, and received the telegram: "The security team wiped out all eight routes? Did the pilot read it wrong?"

"I have already inquired with the Yamashita Guard Squadron through the semaphore just now, and the result of the battlefield is true."

Lieutenant Okawa looked at another telegram: "The headquarters will let us go north at this time?"

The content of the telegram was not much, and the assistant added: "At the beginning of the year, the alliance has already gone north, and it should be participating in the attack on the Soviet Union to support the mustache allies!"

Lieutenant Okawa began to think.

There is still no news of the elite squad that outflanked the south, and the messenger who detoured to the southern guard has not returned.

There is a faint bad feeling.

To the south, the Imperial Army Brigade is attacking the last formed national army north of the Yellow River in the Central Plains, and the battle is drawing to a close.
And that national army, the Mashiko Squadron, suffered more than half of the casualties in their hands.
in the valley.

The security team is playing semaphore to let the elites on the mountain ridge go down the mountain!
Okawa thought for a long time: "Arrange a detachment to follow the security team to find the outflanking team, and other warriors will immediately take the dead warriors down the mountain and cremate them."

In the blocking squad, four people were sacrificed and seven people were rescued, which is a good result.

The advance team is on the ridge.

At present, it is only about two miles away from the devil.

Ma Liang stood in the valley, and the old god was there.

"Are you really sure that the devils will go down the mountain in batches?" the platoon leader couldn't help asking.

How could Ma Liang have such confidence: "I don't know."

After a while, more than a dozen devils began to descend the mountain.

The leader of the first row stared wide-eyed, and had to admire: "Wow, it's amazing."

Although Ma Liang was not calm, he still had a basic judgment: "Little devils like to send a squad as a vanguard when marching. They attack the mountain ridge from the north, there will definitely be casualties, and they will send people to collect the corpses, so they will naturally fall behind..."

"You mean, kill their vanguards and run away?"

"Are you afraid?"

"Will I be afraid of them?" A row of long blood rushed to his head: "Uh, then shall we bury Lei Yin and them?"

"Having seized so many devil grenades, how can we not return them?"

The leader of the first platoon was not very calm: "You mean, let's fight devils in a platoon and advance into a squadron?"

"A squadron of farts, at most half a squadron"

Half of the squadron is also No. [-], and the devils can attract planes at any time. The platoon leader widened his eyes: "Your nine battalion. You are all fucking crazy."

After finishing speaking, he added: "However, I like it"

Ma Liang was also polite: "Then you take the lead later."

It is easy to go up the mountain, but difficult to go down the mountain.

Especially this kind of trail that clings to the cliff.

It is not easy to carry the devil's corpse on the mountain ridge to the valley, and the rotten meat that fell off the cliff in the north has to be restrained...

The ghosts descending the mountain pulled up a long team and walked on the zigzag mountain road.

As the light dims in the valley.

The garrison had already started lighting the fire.

The leader of the devil's vanguard squad moved down step by step carefully.

I vaguely saw a squad of the security team walking towards the foot of the mountain.

It seems to be to meet the elites who come up and down the mountain road.

The sergeant who led the team was a little puzzled. Why are you carrying a machine gun when you come to meet him?
The two sides are getting closer.

The sergeant stood firm on the mountain road, waving his hands and chirping: "Hey, where is your lieutenant?"

The voice of the soldier walking in front below was hoarse: "I am chasing the eight-way routed soldiers."

In the mountain wind, although the voice is not clear enough, the birdsong is still pure.
Gradually approaching the foot of the mountain, the mountain road is easier to walk.
Sergeant's scalp suddenly goes numb
Because, he saw those compatriots raised their guns.

Burst. Burst. Burst.
Two continuous tongues of flame from the light machine gun began to shine on the spot, tearing the night apart moment by moment.

blah blah.
The big dog stuck to the edge of a rock in the valley aimed at the sergeant who spoke just now, and pulled the trigger: "Fuck, let's see if you will die before you fall."

The mountain road is narrow, and there is nowhere to find cover. The devil who hastily picked up his gun was hit by the densely flying bullets before he could pull the bolt.

The devil who was shot fell down with a splash, and the screams on the mountain road rang out into a horrifying scene.

In less than half a minute, only three devils fell on the mountain path, and the other devils fell from the mountain path.

The machine gun trajectory began to move up the zigzagging mountain path.

The ghosts on the mountain road behind are too far away.

If you really want to carry it hard, the upward shot is completely at a disadvantage.

As soon as the battle started, Tang Dagou and Crazy Yang spread their legs and ran back desperately. The platoon leader with a livid face quickly ordered: "Retreat!"

Amidst the sound of enemy attacks, the devils on the high mountain road began to fight back with their guns.

The grenade was thrown directly into the valley.

However, the attacking team had already retreated.

After withdrawing for nearly a mile, the team assembled again.

The leader of the first platoon resolutely refused to fight again: "The devils are not stupid. They will spread out along the ridge on the mountainside and then come down. If we are bitten, we will not be able to escape."

Crazy Yang half-closed his eyes: "Countless"

This guy is completely lunatic. If he plays according to his style, although he can inflict heavy damage on the devils, but right now this person is likely to be wiped out!

Ma Liang persuaded: "We can't compete with devils for casualties."

The first platoon leader naturally agreed with Ma Liang's opinion. The number of soldiers from the Secret Service Regiment became less and less, and this area was also a friendly defense zone. There was no mass base, and the consequences of continuing the fight would be unpredictable.

Both the staff officer and the company commander were injured, and they watched the devils advance into the team.

The second battalion reinforcements arranged by Gao Yidao of the independent regiment have not been seen until now.

Crazy Yang didn't speak any more, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Joining the second platoon leader and his group who came back from the east, the team quickly disappeared in the hazy moonlight to the south.

under the moonlight.

Most of the wounded team was struggling to walk in the valley to the west.

The correspondent rushed over: "Report to the company commander. Company commander Ma has brought back the second platoon leader. Four soldiers from the first squad of the second platoon died. The first platoon leader set up an ambush for the advancing team."

"Understood." The special company commander on the stretcher nodded, and Staff Officer Liu was in a coma in front of him.

The team continued westward. ,
late at night.

The correspondent, who had changed into the uniform of the friendly army, came back: "Report, the guerrillas of the national army are found ahead."

"What's the matter?"

"Independence Camp in Liyi District, Lingchuan County"

The special company commander on the stretcher was shocked: "Lingchuan is a friendly defense zone, how did you tell them?"

"I said. We are friendly wounded battalion"

The special company commander has a black line: "I have never heard of the establishment of the wounded barracks."

"The Independent Regiment even has the Ninth Battalion, why can't there be a Wounded Battalion?" The correspondent explained: "I was going to say it was the staff of the friendly army. Anyway, we have a radio station, and we can tell them again, and we are not afraid of revealing our identity."

Li Heshui, who followed Captain Qin to fetch the weapons hidden in the valley, was urging his team members to run away quickly.

Captain Qin was a little puzzled: "Hey, Captain Li, aren't we an armed work team? How do you say it's an independent battalion?"

"That guy is wearing a friendly military uniform, most likely a friendly team. We can't let them know that we have entered their defense zone." Captain Li can't help it. This has always been a friendly defense zone. If the reactionaries know it, they will probably argue again.

The higher-ups demanded a secret occupation, so of course they couldn't reveal their identities. First, let's form the facts, and then say that they can't even protect the common people...

Thinking of an independent regiment, I made up an independent battalion by the way.

Under the moonlight.

A certain valley to the east.

Under the leadership of the first company commander, more than a hundred soldiers of the second battalion hurried westward.

In front of the team, 21 followed behind the fast legs as a vanguard.

There was no one at the agreed place.

Quick Legs was looking at the words left on the stone.