The radio station was not repaired until the evening. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info bookbox was completely deflated, so I had to act according to the original plan and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

The Japanese army organized several charges during the day, suffered many casualties, and at night it was completely quiet, dragging its tired body to sleep.

But the scrivener and Li Keji couldn't sleep, anxiously waiting for reinforcements to arrive. One by one, the soldiers entered a state of imminent battle, ready to break through at any time.

At midnight, a glowing flame shot into the sky and exploded. The darkness was torn apart, like a moon hanging high in the sky. The light flickered away, and was soon swallowed up by darkness.

The code of the rescue force! Here they are!

Li Keji ordered a counterattack on all fronts, and all the troops of a company and a platoon opened fire, and one line of fire flew in all directions. deliberately created the illusion of breaking through to attract the attention of the Japanese army.

Before the Japanese soldiers could understand what was going on, some of the sentries stared at the night sky in a daze. Li Keji's troops have begun to counterattack on all fronts. The Japanese soldiers in their sleep hurriedly responded to the battle, holding their guns and throwing themselves into the battle in a daze. Gunfire erupted, and the night sky was lit up by lines of fire, never darkening again.

At the same time, reinforcements began to attack from the perimeter. There were only two companies, and the total number was still far inferior to that of the Japanese army. But the Chinese troops were well-armed, all like wolves and tigers, and fiercely pounced on the Japanese positions. The sleeping Japanese army was caught off guard and suddenly became a mess.

Boom, a shell exploded at the Japanese position, and the flames soared into the sky. The rescue force went through hardships and even brought a small steel cannon, which increased the morale of their own side. Although the lethality is not as good as that of large-caliber mountain artillery, such as the sharp knife company of the scrivener, the explosion also makes the earth tremble, and the psychological blow to the Japanese soldiers is huge.

The inside and outside should be combined and the inside and outside were flanked, and the Japanese army was quickly dispersed. The Japanese army was mainly armed with Saka rifles and a small number of Bai-type submachine guns, which were far inferior in performance to the M1911 rifles and Thomson light machine guns equipped with the Chinese army. The superiority in firepower compensated for the inferiority in troops, and the Chinese troops charged down in two, and the Japanese army completely dispersed.

Li Keji's troops fully cooperated with the attack on the periphery, scattered the Japanese troops from the inside, and tore apart the devil's position with the scrivener box to the east and west.

There was no suspense in this battle, a large group of Japanese troops was crushed and scattered and fled. The Chinese army pursued the victory and annihilated countless enemies. One Japanese soldier after another fell on the run, some groaning in pain, others unable to speak again.

In the morning, the battlefield was cleaned, and the grass, the woods, and the corners of the mountains and rocks were full of corpses, and the blood stained the position red, and the corpses of the Japanese soldiers showed the great victory of the battle. The so-called cleaning up of the battlefield is just burying the corpses of one's own people. The corpses of Japanese soldiers everywhere did not have the time or energy to care. If you put it in the country, you will definitely rush the weapons on the ground like crazy, and the Japanese soldiers have died so much, guns are naturally everywhere. The Chinese army is desperately short of weapons on the domestic battlefield, and these trophies are certainly treasures. But here it is different, no one will take a fancy to these rags. American-made weapons are many, much more advanced than those made in Japan.

Li Keji held the scrivener's hands and refused to let go for a long time. Those who can come to the rescue with great difficulty must be true friends. The scrivener did not come after receiving an order, but took the initiative to come, who would do this if he was not a true friend!

"Old generation, take care!" Li Keji's last parting words. There are not many words, but the friendship is slow.

"Take care!" Scrivener responds. It's really hard to say when we will be able to get together again after this separation. The battle has begun, the 112th Regiment was ordered to move first, and Li Keji's troops will not make any stops and recuperates, and will go to the front line with the large army. The scrivener box has to go back to the base to rest and wait for the mission. The battlefield is changing rapidly, and no one dares to guarantee that they will be able to see the sun tomorrow, and the bone spur is not in a particularly heavy mood this time.

The two forces were thus separated. Li Keji followed the 112th Regiment to continue the combat mission, and the scrivener returned to the Bebeto Heights.

The entire edge of Savage Mountain was full of cannonballs, and the enemy and us were in a fierce duel.

The plan of the Japanese 18th Division to attack the Indian state of Assam fell through and suffered heavy losses. The Allies went from a state of confrontation to a major counteroffensive. The entire operational situation was moving in favor of the Allies.

The 112th Regiment and the 114th Regiment rushed to the front one after another, but the 113th Regiment did not move. Gong Daniu stood at the highest point of the Bebeto Heights every day and looked around, looking at the cars and troops approaching on the road, a large number of troops were driving to the front line every day, why there was no movement on his side. "Old generation, the superiors forgot about us, right?" Gong Daniu said to the scrivener, with some dissatisfaction in his tone, he would go crazy if he continued like this.

"Stay well, there will always be a time when you will make meritorious contributions." The scrivener can only be so comforting, and he himself doesn't know why he has been holding still.

"I heard that the two battalions of our regiment have moved, why don't we have a mission yet?" Zhao Yunlai was also a little anxious.

"Why don't you send a telegram to the little monkey to ask?" Huo Erguo said.

I thought the radio was broken, but I brought it back for Huo Erguo to take a look, only to know that the battery was dead, and the little monkey sent the report over and over again, but the battery was not replaced in time, and of course the radio station couldn't work. Huo Erguo is worthy of coming out of a regular military academy, and he can see the problem at a glance. The scrivener got batteries from the division headquarters, and the radio station immediately resumed its work.

The scrivener thinks that there is no need to send a report, and the superiors will definitely not forget the sharp knife company, and the reason why it has not moved for a long time must have other intentions. Just wait.

More than a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and even the scrivener is in a hurry. Could it be that Zhao Di, the head of the regiment, has a lot of opportunities, and really forgot about his sharp knife? He silently calculated in his heart that the rainy season of the new year would come in another month, and then the difficulty of marching would be greatly increased, and maybe the war would slow down, and he would not have the opportunity to go to the front line?

Not to mention Gong Daniu and the others, they were looking at it all day long, and they couldn't wait to follow the troops who went to the front line and left directly.

"Little monkey, send a telegram to Lao Zhao, and ask him to take time to bring a message to the regiment commander, the sharp knife company is still waiting for the task." The scrivener finally couldn't help it.

"Yes." The little monkey opened the box and began to send a message.

Di Di Di ...... The radio waves may have been infected by the impatience of the people, and they also became rapid.

I don't know if the telegram worked, but three days later, the scrivener received an order from his superiors, and the Sharp Knife Company was all ready to join the army tomorrow to carry out a special mission.

It's a special task again, and the scrivener box mutters in his heart, what tricks will the superiors come up with?

Others don't care so much, no matter what task it is, it's good to be able to fight, otherwise they will suffocate to death. All the soldiers sorted out their outfits, and all the mountain artillery could not be taken away, and the superiors ordered them to move forward lightly and bring as few things as possible.

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On a summer afternoon, the scorching sun scorches the asphalt roads of the city, and the whole city seems to be a big oven. The "Han Mo Xuan" antique shop is unusually refreshing, and the air conditioner is humming to work, dividing the inside and outside of the store into two worlds.

Lu Yanshao slouched on the counter and took a nap, and when the master went out, he took care of the store on his behalf. Suddenly, the door opened, and a thin figure squeezed in. This man was sneaky, and his withered figure believed his real age, like he was in his thirties, and like he was in his forties.

"Do you believe that there are ghosts in the world?" The man asked through the counter, handing over a packet of things.

Lu Yanshao couldn't help but glance at the other party a few times, thin and withered, dressed in ordinary clothes, as if he had traveled from the hungry era. He didn't answer the other party's question, because it was similar to the "chicken or egg" question, and it was a more topic. Instead, I became interested in the package that was handed over.

Lu Yanshao gently opened the package, and several dirty jade objects were presented, with cylindrical shapes of different sizes, oval flakes, pebbles, U-shapes, and a jade cicada. There are eight pieces in total, all of which are not large, and the largest jade cicada is only four centimeters long.

"Nine Tricks?" Lu Yanshao stared at the other party and said lightly.

"That's right, Nine Tricks!" The skinny man replied.

Lu Yan somewhat understood why the other party would mention the topic of "ghosts", because the Nine Tricks Plug itself was a funerary item, and it was particularly popular among the Han Dynasty aristocracy. After death, the human body is sealed with a special jade weapon, so that the essence does not leak out, and it is said that the corpse can be protected from decay, and the scientific name is the nine orifices. The two cylinders are called "earbuds", the oval lamella is called the "eye cap", the U-shaped one is called the "nasal plug", the ovoid one is called the "vaginal plug", the conical one is called the "anal plug", and the one placed in the mouth is called the jade cicada, and the scientific name is "Yuhan".

Lu Yanshao began to suspect that the other party was a tomb robber, because tomb robbers are generally thin and small, which is easy to crawl in and out of the robbery hole, which is a special need of the profession. Moreover, this set of nine-hole plugs still has soil on it, and there is a subtle earthy smell and sour smell when you lift your nose, which is obviously just unearthed.

"You say this thing is haunted?" Lu Yanshao stared at the thin man and asked coldly.

At the mention of the word "ghost", the thin man's eyes showed a trace of fear, "You don't believe it? Don't believe it at night you try! ”

"Hehe......" Lu Yanshao sneered, the last thing he believed was that there were ghosts in the world, just like he didn't believe that the Chinese men's football team could win the World Cup.

The thin man was a little anxious, "How can you believe it?" ”

Lu Yanshao shook his head with a look of contempt, saying that he would not believe it no matter what. Unless the Chinese team can win the World Cup.

The thin man looked at the nine tricks on the package, then looked at Lu Yanshao, and said, "Otherwise, let's bet, if it is not haunted at night, this thing belongs to you, and if it is haunted at night, you will pay double the price to buy it." ”

Lu Yanshao's eyes rolled, he didn't say anything immediately, and his attention was on the eight pieces of jade, which could be judged by experience to be authentic Hetian green jade, with a natural color on the surface, revealing the old vicissitudes of life, yes, it was from the Han Dynasty. Lu Yanshao became interested in the other party's gambling contract, and it was obviously a business that only made money and did not lose money, as long as he insisted that it was not haunted at night, the thing was his.

"Well, I promise you. Bet on it. Lu Yan was cheap and obedient, pretending to be reluctant.

"We'll see you tomorrow!" The thin man put his things on the counter and turned around and walked out, walked a few steps and turned back, and said to Lu Yanshao: "You can't walk empty-handed like this, if you don't admit it tomorrow, don't you admit the gambling contract, and don't admit that the nine tricks are stuffed in your store, won't I lose a lot." ”

Lu Yanshao said what should I do, could it be that you will spend the night in the store with me and witness the haunting?

The thin man said that it was not necessary, that he had to take a certain amount of security deposit with him, so that it would be fair.

Lu Yanshao said that the store is not his own, he has no money, and he has two hundred yuan of pocket money in his pocket, okay?

The thin man is happy, two hundred yuan, you and I are asking for food. It doesn't matter if you don't have money, you can use an antique as collateral, that set of nine tricks is worth at least 150,000 yuan, and he only takes away an antique of about 70,000 yuan.

Lu Yanshao readily agreed, saying that you can pick whatever the things in the store are, and take them as long as the price is right.

The skinny man was not polite either, and began to pick slowly on the shelves.

Lu Yanshao was secretly amused, and said in his heart to see what you could pick. Master's shop is very clear to him, at first glance it looks dazzling and bejeweled, but in fact 99% of it is fake, and there are few real things. In Master's words, today's collecting craze is that 99% of people play with 99% fakes, and the general climate is such that you can't demand that everything in the antique store is genuine. Lu Yanshao was shocked at the time, and he didn't know if the master was excusing himself or if it was really the case.

Lu Yanshao knew in his heart that the probability of a thin man choosing the real product was only one percent, and he didn't believe that the other party's luck would be so good.

The thin man circled the shelves, picked up a pastel plum bottle, and said that it was it.

Lu Yanshao couldn't help but secretly complain, the probability of one percent was that this guy was encountered, it was a pastel plum bottle from Guangxu Guan Kiln, with a market value of 160,000, but there was a little damage at the edge of the mouth, so it was worth sixty or seventy thousand.

"That vase is not very good, you see that the rim is broken, it is better to replace it with a new one." Lu Yanshao pretended to persuade the other party and motioned for the other party to re-elect. There are a lot of brand new vases on the shelves, each one of which is beautiful and of course a fake.

The thin man picked up the vase and didn't mean to let go, "You don't need to change it, it's it." It doesn't matter if it's broken, it's beautiful. Hey hey ......"

Lu Yanshao had no choice but to knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, and it was impossible to regret what he said was good. Seeing the other party swaggering out with a vase.

The sun was still scorching outside, and although it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, the feeling of the steamer had not subsided. Maybe the air conditioner was turned on too much, Lu Yanshao suddenly felt a little cold, and there was a layer of goosebumps on the exposed parts of his skin. He simply basked on the street outside the store for a while, and soon broke out in a sweat. Then I went back to the house, and my heart was empty, and I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't say it. He immediately thought of the Nine Trick Plug, it shouldn't be fake! Thinking about it again, he is obviously optimistic, the absolute Han Dynasty Hetian jade seed material, he is still very confident in his judgment.

Lu Yanshao stared at the nine-hole plug sticking to the soil, and said in his heart that this thing is worth 150,000, and the vase is only worth 6 or 70,000, and he is not afraid that the other party will not come back. He had already thought about it, no matter whether it was really haunted or fake haunted tonight, anyway, he would be safe tomorrow and see what the other party did. Lu Yanshao was in a good mood, humming a little song and half-lying on the rattan chair by the counter.

It didn't take long and I felt very cold on my body, and I got goosebumps on my arms and legs. Damn, is the air conditioner really turned on? Lu Yan used the remote control to turn up the temperature a little less, but he was still chilled. He had to go outside again, and a steamer sensation came over him, and he felt better. There were very few pedestrians on the streets, and occasionally one or two were in a hurry. The street was already secluded, but it was even more empty and quiet on a hot afternoon.

It didn't take long for Lu Yanshao to feel that his body was hot, but there was no sweat on his skin, as if there was a fire in his heart and nowhere to release, how uncomfortable it was. He returned to the house in a huff, and the cool air quickly soaked through his body. What's going on today, I'm restless, I have to have an accident?

Before I knew it, it was dark, but the heat did not dissipate, infecting every inch of the city's air. The city is noisy on summer nights, with crowds coming out of every corner and crowding every street for a walk, a cold drink, and a barbecue......

Lu Yanshao sat at the door of the store with a rattan chair, feeling the enthusiasm of the city. Master went out on errands and couldn't come back tonight, so his task was to help Master take care of the shop. Lu Yanshao is a junior at North China University majoring in cultural relics restoration and identification, and in his spare time he helps his master Luo Kai take care of the shop and learn antique knowledge by the way.

Luo Kai is a professor in the Department of Cultural Relics at North China University and also a teacher of Lu Yanshao. Luo Kai attaches great importance to Lu Yanshao, and Lu Yanshao respects his master, and the relationship between master and apprentice is very deep. Lu Yanshao calls Professor Luo in public, and Master in private. Luo Kai has said more than once that he treats Lu Yanshao as a son.

After half past ten o'clock in the evening, the flow of people on the street gradually thinned out, Lu Yanshao moved the rattan chair into the house, closed the doors and windows, and checked that nothing was missing before going upstairs to rest. Before going upstairs and glancing at the nine plugs placed on the counter, a few pieces of jade were lying quietly on the counter, shining with a cold green light under the light. Lu Yan Shaoxin said that it will be put on the table, and tomorrow the master will come and hand it over to his old man.

Upstairs is a living room plus two bedrooms, usually the master lives in one, and his daughter lives in the other, neither of them is here today. Lu Yanshao rarely goes upstairs, and he doesn't know which one belongs to the master and which one belongs to his daughter. I pushed open the door of a room and entered, and a faint boudoir smell came to my face, I don't know if it was perfume or other smells, in short, it was very useful. Lu Yanshao hurriedly withdrew and entered another room. He lay on his master's bed, quietly looking at the ceiling above his head, and kept thinking about the afternoon, strange visitors, strange antiques, strange events, everything seemed abnormal. Will it be a bureau? There are too many things to do in the antique circle, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the trap. But there is no reason, the Nine Tricks are indeed Hetian Qingyu of the Han Dynasty, which is worth a lot of money, and it doesn't look like a trap no matter how you think about it.

Thinking about it, Lu Yanshao gradually fell asleep, and in a daze, he heard movement downstairs, as if a mouse was cooing, and as if someone was whispering. He sat up and listened vigilantly to the movement downstairs, could it be a thief? He walked into the living room barefoot and gently moved towards the stairs, making a sound when he wore shoes, so he chose to go barefoot.