Dong Xuesheng looked around with his eyes from time to time, as if it was very unsafe around. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info scrivener interrupted their conversation and motioned for a quick withdrawal. Under the leadership of Dong Xuesheng, the whole platoon of soldiers began to retreat. This is the top of a small hill, Dong Xuesheng did not choose to go down the mountain, but walked along the ridge towards another small hill.

There are ridges between the hills, and more than a dozen hills enclose the sinkholes, forming a group of mountains to defend the momentum. The ridge is not easy to walk, except for the steep slope or steep slope, there are ups and downs along the way, and in many places a single person can't walk at all, so it is necessary to form a human ladder to send up a batch first, and then pull up a batch.

Gong Daniu complained to Dong Xuesheng as he walked: "What kind of road did you choose, do you want to tire grandpa to death!" ”

Dong Xuesheng didn't dare to fight back. The scrivener still followed Dong Xuesheng's line without saying a word, and not expressing his position was actually equivalent to a kind of silent support. Suddenly, I remembered the sound of gunfire behind me, dense, mixed with the sound of roaring cannons. Judging by the distance, it is the place where you just reached the top. It's done again. But it had nothing to do with them, everyone continued on their way.

It took three small hills in a row to stop. Everyone was tired, so they found a suitable place to rest, and dozens of people lay down horizontally. By this time it was already dark, and I had to settle here. The sound of gunfire behind him had long since disappeared, and it seemed to be an encounter, coming and going as fast as it came.

Dong Xuesheng leaned over to the scrivener box and said, "Platoon leader, there was a situation in that place just now, and I didn't think it was safe, so I went around in such a big circle." He took the initiative to explain to the scrivener.

"Well, let's talk about it."

"After you got out of the sinkhole, I and my brothers have been lying in ambush nearby, not daring to blink a single eye, waiting intently for your code. During this time, from time to time, there were people hanging out here, including us Chinese, and more Britishmen and Americans. ”

The scrivener interrupted Dong Xuesheng's words, "How can you tell the difference between the British and the Americans?" "In the eyes of the average Chinese soldier, there is almost no difference between the British and the Americans, whether it is appearance or language, it is difficult to distinguish if it is not for the other party's own introduction.

Dong Xuesheng was slightly happy: "I know a little bit of English alphabet, and I recognize the USA letters on their armbands." ”

I see, the scrivener box was relieved. But what does it have to do with us when the Americans come, they still eat us?

"Just this morning, our brothers on guard spotted traces of the Japanese, and there were quite a few of them, and they were probing their brains in the woods. Later, I started working with the Americans. I thought you were still down there, and I didn't dare to expose it easily, and watched them fight. Outcome...... The Americans were beaten away, and some of the little devils went down to the sinkhole. I estimated that there were still larger devils lurking around, and I didn't dare to go down the mountain easily, so I made a detour to get here. ”

The scrivener patted Dong Xuesheng on the shoulder, signaling that he was doing a good job. Dong Xuesheng asked the five people in the scrivener box to take a break, and he arranged the task of sentry. This is not a sycophant, after a few days and nights of suffering, the five people need to make up for a good night's sleep. From time to time, gunfire came from afar, and the fighting never really stopped. However, this did not disturb the sleep of the five people, and the snoring sound was like thunder, and it was the best bed.

At dawn, there was a sudden burst of gunfire nearby, very abruptly, apparently another encounter. Even if you sleep to death, it is impossible to remain indifferent, and everyone should act on guard.

The gunfire was very close, and the distance in a straight line did not exceed four hundred meters. The scrivener waved his hand and signaled to go. The fighters of the three squads followed their respective squad leaders in full gear and set off. Although it was not yet dawn, a distance of a few hundred meters was not a problem for these people. It took less than a meal to arrive at the scene. The scrivener was not in a hurry to show up, and was secretly observing the situation first. On the side that was closer was the Japanese, who were not many in number and were beaten badly, more than half of them were missing arms and legs, and only a few were combat-ready. The people on the other side couldn't see clearly, because the distance was long, and they could only see that the fire was very fierce, and the Japanese soldiers were scattered.

Scrivener wave your hand and hit! The fire of a platoon broke out like a torrential rain in an instant. Suddenly, thump, countless lines of fire went straight to the Japanese position. A heart-rending howl followed, filled with the smell of despair.

It was just a sudden outbreak, and the Japanese soldiers were beaten to the ground, and the position was bloody, and not even a single intact corpse could be found.

The battle ended abruptly, and the smell of burnt and bloody mass. There was silence for a moment, and someone on the other side of the position shouted: "Which part, report your name." ”

The other party spoke Chinese, and the scrivener and others were shocked, it turned out to be their own brother, and it seemed that this favor was right. "We are from the 113th regiment. What are you in? ”

"We are also from the 113th regiment." The people on the other side walked out of the position as they spoke, and it seemed that they were about to connect.

The scrivener asks the little monkey to go over and answer. The little monkey also stepped out of his own position and went over to connect. Soon came back again, and it turned out to be the person with Song Da's tongue. The scrivener laughed, and it was a good thing that he met this guy again.

"Where is Platoon Commander Song, my good brother!" The scrivener box directly looked for Song Da's tongue.

On the other side, Song Da Tongue also walked over quickly, and the two platoon commanders met and gave a warm hug before speaking. "Good brother, it's good that the miscellaneous guys meet again!" Song Da said slurred with his tongue.

The strength of the two platoons combined grew to nearly 100 people in an instant, and no one dared to underestimate this force. Kong Zhaoqiang kept walking around the crowd, as if he was looking for someone, and finally found it: the Japanese female prisoner was still there. The female captive was dressed in a wide military uniform, which was covered with dried blood, and was dragged from a corpse from which I don't know, her face was black and her hair was fluffy like an old eagle's nest, and she had obviously suffered a lot.

"Hey, brother, did the interrogation come out of anything?" Kong Zhaoqiang asked the soldier who was guarding the female captive.

"No, this is very hard-mouthed." The warrior replied.

Kong Zhaoqiang smiled wickedly at the female captive, "Hard mouth? I won't be afraid of a hard mouth, hand her over to me, and see how I clean her up. "That being said, he didn't dare to mess around, after all, the person was still in the hands of Song Da's tongue. He began to constantly hint at the scrivener box that it was time to bring the female captives back. The latter pretended not to hear, and Lao Konggan was in a hurry and couldn't do anything.

The strength of the two platoons was combined, and it was estimated that no force would dare to stop them, and they began to swagger out of the mountain. The weather was gloomy, and the sun had not been seen since the morning, and then it was simply a light rain. Despite the fact that everyone was wearing thick cloth military uniforms, it was cold. The cold is the clammy cold that comes out from the outside to the inside after the clothes are wet. In particular, people who have just come out of the sinkhole feel it most obviously, as if they are directly transitioning from midsummer to winter. Many soldiers sneezed and had symptoms of a cold.