On the phone, an old devil on the other side was angry and roared.

"Who are you? Who are you? Yaga! Yaga! You road wolf, can't you even hear my voice? I'm Captain Tosa Shaosa! ”

Yang Chaoran was quiet for a while, and shouted at the old devil: "Baga, Lao Tzu is your father!" ”

Smack, the phone hung up.

To make a big fuss about the stronghold of Qianzhuang, Yang Chaoran wanted to provoke the enemy as much as possible and force part of the enemy's main force to return to help, so as to weaken the enemy troops in the decisive battle on the side of the mountain and reduce the pressure of our battle.

"Boss, boss, the food is alive, please eat!" The guy shouted below.

Yang Chaoran led the soldiers to eat below.

The man not only fished a few bowls of large wide noodles, but also patted cucumbers, cut tomatoes, and made dishes.

Yang Chaoran and his comrades each had a big bowl and ate it in a hurry, and the two guys made noodles again, and each ate another bowl.

Everyone was fed.

Yang Chaoran took the soldiers, escorted the two puppet soldiers, the two puppet army prisoners, Qian Dafa and Zhao Donggua, left the Qianzhuang stronghold, rode the captured devil a big green mule, and used the other two small donkeys to carry machine guns and ammunition boxes, so that the two puppet soldiers carried a few extra rifles on their backs, and the two puppet soldiers carried a small bag of flour on their bodies, and set off.

The troops set off towards the north, and before leaving, searchlights scanned everywhere to confirm the safe path, and another fire burned everything that could be burned in the stronghold of Qianzhuang!

Hurry forward and head northeast.

On the way, the turtledove suddenly woke up: "Oh no, captain, our mission is to sneak attack the enemy's Nanshan Pass, not to come here to eat a full meal." ”

The head was also frightened: "It's really a mistake, will Instructor Li shoot us?" ”

Huzi: "Let's go, if the little devil comes to surround us, we won't survive!" ”

Yang Chaoran didn't explain: "Comrades, follow the Eighth Route Army, win battles every day, follow Yang Chaoran, the white bun is with a big head of garlic, and the days are moisturizing!" Rest assured, this captain has his own measure! I guarantee that everyone will be a hero in this battle. ”

Run wild.

In the dark, Yang Chaoran was scouting in front of him, and suddenly, he saw a light in front of him, heard the sound of talking, and the sound of horses' hooves, so he took everyone to dodge.

"Quick, quick! Reinforce the stronghold of Qianzhuang and destroy the Dirt Eight Road! ”

Yang Chaoran and the others, in the woods not far from the roadside, could hear the voices of the devils and the puppet army.

The enemy passed, at least an infantry squad, a puppet platoon.

Yang Chaoran led the soldiers on.

After a long journey of more than ten miles, he reached about a thousand meters east of the place where he had fought during the day.

Telescopes reconnoitre, but nothing was seen, only some messy gunfire to the west.

It is dangerous to trespass at night.

Once the enemy brakes quietly and remains silent, the squad is likely to crash into the enemy's trap.

Yang Chaoran did not think that there was a problem with Tosa Shaoza's IQ.

Without a radio station, it was also very helpless to keep in touch with Instructor Li on the Western Front, the main force of the guerrillas, and the villagers.

However, Yang Chaoran has a way.

He let the turtledove lead the way, hidden, mounted the big green mule himself, and set off with a swagger towards the west.

He needs to understand the situation in the west first, and see where the main force of Tosa Shaosa and the main force of our army are.

"Tosa Shaosa, Tosa Shaosa?"

Yang Chaoran indulged the big green mule running wildly while shouting loudly.

ran more than a thousand meters, and when it came to the original battlefield during the day, in the dark, someone intercepted: "Stop, come down|!" ”

As soon as you hear the accent, it's a devil.

A few devils.

Yang Chaoran came down and deliberately panted, "What about Tosa Shaoza?" The enemy, the main force of the Eighth Route Army, began to move again, sweeping our stronghold of Qianzhuang. ”

A few devils were a little puzzled: "Who are you?" Why is the accent so unfamiliar? ”

The sound of talking, all sorts of other sounds of movement, the sound of pulling the bolt of a gun.

Yang Chaoran has roughly confirmed the number and location of the enemy, and it has been dynamic.

The enemy, for the sake of secrecy and security, did not use flashlights.

Yang Chaoran threw the reins and poked the dagger at the big green mule, the big green mule was in pain, screamed strangely, and rushed towards a few devils in the dark.

The devil was caught off guard and was kicked two and knocked down one.

Yang Chaoran took the opportunity to burrow into the darkness.

"Ouch, my horse!"

Yang Chaoran approached a devil on the ground and cut his throat with a dagger.

Then, he took out the little devil's grenade, left here a little, and the two grenades were dealt with, and waited quietly.

After a while, the devils woke up from their panic, supported each other, reminded each other, and asked.

Yang Chaoran threw the grenade over.

With two booms, several devils were all blown away.

Then, he groped through, snatched all the grenades from several devils, grabbed bullets and rifles, threw them aside, and then smeared the blood stains on the devils' bodies on his face and body, and retreated to hide.

After a while, there was the sound of footsteps on the west side, and an enemy was coming.

Yang Chaoran waited patiently.

Here, a few minutes passed, and the wounded soldiers of the devil woke up a little from the paralysis and dizziness of the bombing, and they called for help.

So, the devils in the west shone indiscriminately with flashlights, and searched and advanced repeatedly.

Yang Chaoran lay in the grass, listened to the enemy's movements, and prepared a few grenades beside him.

More than a dozen devils came.

Hang La Quack said a lot, and searched everywhere to investigate.

Yang Chaoran threw out six more grenades one after another.

There was a boom, and the devils in the darkness were chirping and screaming.

Yang Chaoran listened, swaggered close to some devils, killed the devils' people, and snatched away the weapons.

He hummed standard Japanese and pretended to be a wounded soldier, so that the devils could not distinguish at all, and as a result, after three or two minutes, except for a few who escaped, the rest of these devils were assassinated by him.

Using the devil's belt as a rope, he packed more than a dozen rifles, modified the devil's clothes and pants as bags, loaded the devil's grenades and bullets into it, and dragged it away.

Return to your own daredevils.

Turtledoves, tigers, and the first few were extremely nervous, and when Yang Chaoran arrived, they breathed a sigh of relief: "Captain, you're finally back!" ”

Throwing down the captured weapons and ammunition, the soldiers touched it, and immediately hissed and gasped: "Captain, you have killed a lot of devils again?" It's so dark, how can you see it? ”

"Captain, you are really a fairy."

Yang Chaoran ordered to find a place to bury these guns and ammunition, and then each person had a rifle, a pistol, and four grenades, and set off.

The two puppet army captives, Qian Fa Fa, Zhao Donggua, and the two guys, all drove and continued to walk.

"Uncle Balu, why don't we join you too?" The puppet army Qian developed and pleaded.

Yang Chaoran refused: "You rice bucket, if the Eighth Route Army accepts it, won't you be happy to find it yourself?" ”

The underdeveloped was frightened, and hurriedly begged: "Eighth master, don't kill us, we are also mixed rice, not hardcore traitors." ”