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Kong Yan wiped the match fiercely beside him, and approached the light in his palm with a cigarette in his hand, and his deeply locked brows instantly became clear in the brief light. Lu Hang felt as if he was looking at himself, so he instinctively looked at the other side of the poor light, Lin Wei stood at the edge of the torch light on the shore, and was raising a hand to smooth the hair around her ear, as if she was telling something to the horse's legs, the vague corners of her eyes, the faint eyebrows, vaguely soft.

Looking at the soldiers leaving the shore in an orderly manner, Lu Hang couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart: how could it be soft? Probably because of the torch light, the illusion. It's like she thought she'd look here.

Kong Yan, who took a deep breath of smoke, looked at it and said to Lu Hang beside him: "Needless to say, I'm at the end again, right?" Then I'll go to the last row. ”

"Since ancient times, the queen of the Great General's Palace, such as Zhao Yun."

Kong Yan, who had already begun to walk backwards along the shore, did not look back and smiled: "Don't take it with you that hurt me like this!" His brow furrowed a lot.

Pulling the rifle strap on his shoulder and taking a deep breath, Lu Hang turned around and said to the small figure who was carrying the four-four carbine that had been modified by Gazi, and said, "Let's go, let's take care of the house." ”

The little girl who couldn't take advantage of the black belt nerd to mix with the wooden chop had a black face: "It's not fair!" ”

"No way, this time the road is too far, who let your physical fitness fail!" Lu Hang smiled at her under the torch, waved decisively, and turned to disappear into the darkness below the shore. Of course she knew it wasn't the real reason, and he knew how bad the excuse was.

The long wooden snake slowly drifted off the shore, as if the train was slowly leaving the platform, carrying young and serious hearts, carrying a forest of muzzles, slowly drifting into the darkness and disappearing.

The nerd began to extinguish the torches on the shore, the shadow of the little girl was still dangling under the last torch on the shore, Lin Wei was still standing in the dark and watching, and the muddy river was flowing quietly in the dark.

……

The weather created mud, but it also created a dark night, and they drifted out of the mountain and across Zhangjia Town, and even they didn't know how far they had drifted and where they had drifted to.

Later, they saw the light in front of them, revealing the light of the shooting hole, and the soldiers held their guns nervously in the dark, watching the pillboxes on the bank of the river slowly pass by, on which the red flag of the Kongzhuang Special Operations Company once fluttered, slowly passing through the dark outline of the stone bridge, which once flowed with the blood of devils.

This is the first reference point, after passing the stone bridge and then pulling a distance, the army on the wooden raft used a Japanese raincoat to cover a space, Wang Qiang got into half of his body to give him a flashlight, the dial of the pocket watch was shining abnormally under the flashlight, through the departure time, and then compared to the time of arriving at the stone bridge now, you can get the approximate flow speed of the river, and then judge how far it can float before dawn.

Seeing Lu Hang's fingers slowly gliding along the map under the light of the flashlight, Mengjie said in a low voice: "Brother, the river should flow more slowly after leaving the mountain, don't forget to count this." ”

"Good reminder!" Lu continued to slide his finger across the map until he reached the east of the county seat.

Seeing that Lu Hang's finger stopped there, Wang Qiang added: "The regiment commander set the position thirty miles east of Jin County, I guess it is because the bunker guarding the road has been built for thirty miles." We don't have to drift until dawn, if we go ashore an hour later, we can rush more than 40 miles of wild roads, for the sake of insurance, there is no need to drift down again. ”

"Before dawn, we just had enough to float around here." Lu Hang's fingertips are still on the east of Jin County, at the intersection of the highway and the Muddy River.

Meng Jie stared, and only after a few seconds did she suddenly react: "Brother, aren't you ...... Want to block there, right? ”

"If the one, two, and third companies can't arrive on time, how long do you think we can resist? If you get stuck on the bridge, you can delay it longer. ”

"But...... It's too close to the county seat, and it's a highway bridge, so the garrison won't be weak, right? ”

"To see, to know. We still have a day to go, and we should check it out first. "Push your fingertips hard at the intersection of the highway and the river, and start stacking the map. Wang Qiang turned off the flashlight, and the world was dark again.

……

The sky was full of dark clouds, so that the sky was very late, and the surroundings were vaguely cloudy, damp, and cold.

On the muddy banks of the river, the soldiers were wielding bayonets, cutting the ropes on the wooden rafts that were on the bank, and the long logs were scattered into the water, and continued south with the current, hiding into the surface of the masked river.

Looking around, the spring morning after the rain reminded Lu Hang of Jiangnan after autumn, which was also so cold, so wet, and so muddy.

A short distance downstream from the shore should be the road, perhaps only a few miles away. The company temporarily handed over the horse's legs to find a nearby place to hide and rest, and Lu Hang only took Wang Qiang and continued to approach downstream on the mud.

As a last resort, the army is unwilling to put the special operations company in a place where there is no danger to defend to block the attack, and the blocking he has fought too much, and the greatest pain is nothing more than this, he wants to fight for everything he can, hoping that this river can stop the bleeding for the special operations company, others see this river as just a river, he sees this river as a bandage, and there is no bandage longer than it.

After lying on his stomach and muddy grass, the smell of the earth was pungent, and the two binoculars looked at the downstream river bank in the grass at the same time, and the Cao Changjing obtained by Kong Zhuang was now Wang Qiang's.

After adjusting the focus, the scene in the lens is clearer, but the complexion of the telescope in both hands is worse.

It was a road bridge, wide and long, with a bridgehead on the west bank and a bridgehead on the east bank, both of which were surrounded by barbed wire, guarding each other, and it was truly impregnable.

"Withdraw." Lu Hang only said these two words, it is impossible for the special operations company to add another battle before tomorrow's blocking battle, this bridge cannot afford to fight!

It was already the fourth morning, it was still a dark morning, the dark clouds not only did not disperse, but they were thick, and a light rain began to fall at dawn, and the rain was very small, very fine, as fine as mist, and the horizon was vaguely endless, and the distance of the highway was faint, and on the side of the highway, there was a low wet wooden stake, which was a mileage marker, clearly marked 'Mei 17'.

There was a soldier standing on the highway, mud-colored Zhaowu military boots mud leggings, soaked army green Japanese raincoat mud stains covered his knees, rifle vertical outside the raincoat, it seemed that his figure was very thick, his back was very wide, the wet lines were solemn and abnormal, the top of the raincoat was not buttoned on his head, so the color of the soaked military hat became dark gray, the curly brim side edge occasionally dripped rain, and the narrow line of sight extended along the road to the west, and the bottom of the eyes was becoming more and more resolute.

The task is today, and now it is possible to officially start building blocking positions near the highway without worrying about startling the grass and snakes, the hills are not high enough, the woods are not dense enough, this is a cannibalistic road! Good!

In the woods under the 17-kilometer road mark, more than 90 drenched soldiers stood quietly in the mud, looking at the company commander standing in the middle of the road looking westward, and he was slow to get the order to start building a position, and the dark world was so quiet that only the rustle of the rain falling on the leaves.

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