Anti-Japanese heroic righteousness

When the troops withdrew from Darbending, someone had to take over, otherwise the enemy would go straight to their rear, and the logistics channel would be cut off, and this task fell on the Tianlong Department and Qing 218 Division. The original plan must be at three o'clock sharp They are in place, and now there is no sign of them after more than ten minutes. No wonder Bai Hu is unhappy.

"commander."

The beautiful beauty adjutant walked over with spring breeze, with Jiang Haoran's crooked upper beam, everyone below followed suit, and the adjutants who were close to him were basically all beauties, "Mr. Tian called , let us just leave, and leave the aftermath to them. They have arrived long ago. This society is attacking the German army from the east. The Germans' interrogation methods are too powerful, and the radio stations of the troops are silent, so we did not wait until after the battle started. Call back."

"You brat, you always want to come up with something new." Bai Hu was cursing, but there was a smile on his face.With his feint attack from the south yesterday, and Tian Long's disturbance from the east, the German army on the defense line would be dizzy, and would not dare to attack rashly for a while. This is more effective than blocking.

Tian Long can be regarded as a rising star in the team. Jiang Haoran personally appointed him as the head of the independent regiment from the Hukang Valley. Chen Feng's 66rd Division, when the Youth Army joined, Tian Long was promoted to Major General of the Qing 93th Division.

The Qing 218 Division and the Qing 219 Division participated in almost the entire later battle of Myanmar. They are all mature troops in the flames of war. After they break up the tank group, they will naturally have no worries.

"Order the troops to advance at full speed. They must arrive at the outer edge of Kuhak's defense line at nine o'clock in the morning." Bai Hu waved his hand and strode towards the command tank.

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Around six o'clock in the morning, at the northern foot of Baguio Mountain.

In the jungle, the morning mist is lingering, the birds are singing, it is quiet and noisy.

On a rugged and narrow mountain road, a group of people dressed as local people walked down the mountain in groups of two, carrying huge boxes one by one.

There are also people who walk up the mountain with poles, ropes or wooden poles.

In the jungle on both sides, there were little devil soldiers armed with live ammunition in twos and threes. They scanned the surroundings vigilantly and watched every civilian in front of them.

At the end of the mountain road, a cave opened wide, and from time to time, folk men carrying boxes came out of it. Obviously, the boxes were all carried out from here.

The shapes of the boxes are different, some are very elegant in shape, with dazzling carvings and painted patterns on them, and some are crudely made. It seems that a few wooden boards are made by temporary order, and there are even big iron boxes that can only be lifted by three or four people. box.

There are torches on the rocks on both sides of the cave, and the visibility of natural light in the jungle in the early morning is limited, and the burning torches illuminate the place tens of meters from the entrance of the cave like daytime.

There are actually torches on some big trees on both sides of the mountain road, but most of them have been burned out with pine oil. In a dark gray dawn, the peasants staggered and struggled.

Obviously, this group of people don't know how long they have been busy here.

What is carried in the box?

Why did they move these boxes out of the cave overnight?

Where will these boxes be shipped?

Nobody knows.

In the jungle on the right side of the cave, it was extremely dark, but a pair of eyes were shining like stars and extremely agile in the darkness.

"Brother Xiaodao, can you pull me up, I'm afraid that I'm alone under the tree." There was a small, undetectable voice in the jungle.

"Stay still, they have wolfhounds."

The responding voice came down from the tree in a low voice, the words did not lose majesty, and the voice under the tree gave a soft "oh", and there was no more sound.

That's right, they are Xiaodao and Xu Yun.

After escaping from Baguio City, they wandered around in the jungle for nearly ten days, but they did not escape from the jungle. The little devil set up traps all over the mountain, and all the passages down the mountain were blocked.

Because Xiao Dao didn't want to alarm the enemy with Xu Yun as a drag bottle, he didn't force his way through, and quietly waited for the opportunity.

Perhaps it was Xiucai, Hu Zi and Xiong Dachuan who effectively led the enemy to the left side of the road. The little devil did not turn around to search the jungle on the right side of the road, and Xiao Dao and Xu Yun escaped.

There was a loud "click".

Near the entrance of the cave, a big wooden box was rolling down the hillside, and the two peasant husbands were dumbfounded with half a shoulder pole in each hand.

The mountain road was steep, and the slipped wooden box rolled for more than ten meters before hitting the stone and stopped. The simple wooden box instantly fell apart under the heavy impact, and the pearls, emeralds, gold, silver, etc. in the box poured all over the ground.

"Bageya Road, everything is dead." The little devil roared, followed by the sound of pulling the bolt of the gun.

"Ba ba ba."

It took more than a dozen shots from Sanba Dagai to stop, and the little devil actually shot and killed all the civilians who saw or might see the contents of the box nearby.

"Bastard." The knife that slid down from the tree gritted its teeth.

The visibility in the dense jungle was not high, and Xiao Dao's ferocious face could barely be seen clearly.

I saw that the scary scar on Xiaodao's right cheek was gone, and his skin was intact and smooth. It seemed that the jade cream that Chiba Omi gave him was really effective.

Maybe his face still cannot avoid the scarlet red of the new flesh, but his face is all swarthy now, and he can't see any other colors at all.

To live in the jungle, a face with obvious scars is too eye-catching. The Baguio Mountains are tens of hundreds of miles away, and there are still many indigenous people living in the mountains. Too obvious features may attract enemies.

Therefore, Xiaodao found some roots of plants, mashed them into juice and applied them on his face and hands. He had already put on the clothes collected from the aborigines' eaves, and he looked no different from the aborigines in the jungle.

It's not just the knife, Xu Yun is also the same. Her face and fair Asian skin are all wrapped in brown, and she is dressed in aboriginal clothing. She looks like a local aboriginal woman.

"Brother Xiaodao, did the little devil find us?" Xu Yun whispered in fear, and unconsciously clenched the gun in her hand.

"Don't be nervous, it's the little devil who is killing the people." Xiaodao comforted softly.

"Why did they kill the civilian husband?"

The jungle was overgrown with bushes, and the position was not at an absolute high position, so Xu Yun didn't see what was happening outside.

Xiaodao snorted coldly, and said: "I said, what is the little devil doing in the middle of the night? It turned out that all the boxes were filled with gold, silver and jewels. The little devil will silence everyone he sees."

"Ah..." Xu Yun opened her mouth wide, and then, as if suddenly remembering, she said urgently: "By the way, I once heard my father and Uncle Cai talking, and they mentioned the little devil Baguio's treasure."