There were more than 100 vendors setting up stalls on the street outside the military headquarters of the 74th Army, and although the Kuomintang and the Communist Party were fighting fiercely nearby, this obviously did not prevent them from making money. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The 74th Army calls itself a **** elite in the Kuomintang, and its military discipline is better than that of miscellaneous soldiers, and everything is paid according to the price, and the traders are naturally willing to do business with them.

The goods of the traders are mainly eaten, such as eggs, Songhua eggs, salted green skin (i.e., salted duck eggs), fried peanuts, fried broad beans, persimmon cakes, peanut candy, rock sugar balls (i.e., rock sugar gourds), three knives, twist flowers, steamed dumplings, roast dog meat, braised beef, roast chicken, etc., in addition to cooked food, there are fresh foods such as rice, noodles, vegetables, chicken, fish, meat and eggs.

Xu Li, Liu Yan, and Chen Shuxiang walked slowly while admiring the goods of the vendors on both sides. They stopped before they walked to a stall selling roasted red potatoes, where several roasted red potatoes were placed around the round mouth of the simple enclosed oven, and the fluffy skin of the red taro oozed some almost transparent yellow taro juice, which had solidified on the outer skin of the red taro, which was very attractive. A large roasted red taro is broken in half, and the yellowed red taro pulp exudes a faint sweet smell. The three women, apparently attracted by the roasted red taro, whispered to each other, each picked a roasted red taro, and then each paid the red taro seller.

The black and thin red taro dealer is Lao Hu, an underground traffic officer, and at this time, after he saw Xu Li, Liu Yan, Chen Shuxiang and several other **** female customers leave, he pretended to count the money. Suddenly, when he opened a folded banknote, he found a small note inside, and he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced around

At this time, there was a young peddler selling rock candy balls nearby. He carried a round wooden stick on his shoulder, and at the top of the stick was tied a circle of straw, on which were dozens of rock candy balls threaded with bamboo wire. When Lao Hu saw the rock candy ball dealer, he quickly coughed and shouted, "Big bolt, change the change." ”

Da Bolt approached Lao Hu knowingly, and Lao Hu handed the banknote with a note just now to Da Bolt and made a look. Da Bolt put away the banknotes, took out three small denomination banknotes from his arms, and handed them to Lao Hu. Subsequently, the big bolt shouted "Sell rock candy balls, sweet and sour rock candy balls." He raised his legs and walked out of the street.

"Come back! Selling rock candy balls. Do you hear that? Call you back. A lieutenant officer suddenly shouted behind the bolt, and in front of him there were two second lieutenant officers, all three with pistols at their waists.

As soon as the officer shouted, Lao Hu instinctively trembled in fright, and he nervously screamed badly, could it be that those guys had absorbed any flaws?

Da Bolt's eyelids jumped in fright at this time, he thought that the street was full of Jiang officers and soldiers, and it was undoubtedly stupid to run away at this moment. So, he tried his best to control his nervousness and forced himself to turn around calmly.

The lieutenant waved his hand, "Take three rock candy balls." ”

The big bolt breathed a sigh of relief, took a few steps forward, took three rock candy balls from the wooden stick straw, and handed them to the lieutenant with a smile on his face.

Each of the three officers took a ball of rock candy, and one of the second lieutenants took out a bill and handed it to the big bolt.

Seeing that this was the case, Lao Hu exhaled softly.

After the big bolt received the money, he didn't dare to shout anymore, so he quickly turned around and walked out of the street with his legs raised......

More than three hours later, this note appeared in Luo Zhiping's hand, Luo Zhiping was just over forty, with an upper-average stature, high cheekbones, and thick lips. At this time, he sat on a circle chair in an adobe house near the Linhe River, leaned against the square table in front of the window, opened the note, and wrote with a pen, "An hour ago, Tang Jinshan summoned the commander of the special service battalion and the commander of the 153rd regiment separately, and the content of the conversation was ominous. Subsequently, the special service battalion and the 153rd regiment were dispatched one after another, and their whereabouts are unknown. Nandina. ”

After reading the information, Luo Zhiping stood up from the circle chair in surprise, his brows were tightly locked, his face was gloomy, his mouth was wide open, but he didn't make a sound. Nan Tianzhu is the code name of one of our underground intelligence agents lurking inside the enemy army. At this time, it was naturally not trivial for Nan Tianzhu to take the risk of sending such an urgent information. The secret dispatch of the enemy's special service battalion is inevitably aimed at a certain loophole in the PLA's position. Once they break through this loophole, it will inevitably shock the whole line and endanger the overall situation.

Thinking of this, Luo Zhengping hurriedly lowered his head and glanced at the military map on the table, and couldn't see which location had a loophole for a while. At this moment, Luo Zhengping's forehead was sweating, and his nervous heart seemed to jump out of his throat. Where exactly will the enemy attack?

At this moment, the room was unusually quiet, and on the table, a horseshoe watch was rapidly turning its slender second hand, and from time to time it made a suffocating sound. Outside the window, from time to time there were harsh and continuous explosions from a distance, boom, boom.

Zhang Lijiang's spy battalion struggled through the water of Wunitang.

The special service battalion is known as the elite of the elite, and the equipment is completely Americanized. The officers and men wore dark green American M1 steel helmets and yellow American crank jackets. The weapons are equipped with light rapid-fire types according to the characteristics of the special service battalion to carry out raid missions, such as the M1A1 Tom submachine gun, the Browning light machine gun, the Bazooka, the M2A1 flamethrower, etc.

During the Anti-Japanese War, Zhang Lijiang led his troops to penetrate into the hinterland of the devils from the flank of the devil's position many times, boldly attacked the enemy, and succeeded. But this time he infiltrated the **** defense area, Zhang Lijiang felt that it was obviously different from the previous sneak attack on the devil. I have been fighting guerrilla warfare here for many years, and I am far more familiar with the grass and trees here than the devils. If they set up an ambush here, he and the special battalion would be wiped out.

The last time the Lin River was hit, the special service battalion did not have time to participate in the battle. This time, because it was the first time to sneak into the hinterland of ****, the officers and soldiers were very nervous. Everyone waded through the water while carefully watching the dry and white reeds in front of them. The soldiers with submachine guns were all holding their guns flat and their fingers hooked on the trigger, always in a ready-to-shoot position. Although the temperature has risen, the weather is still cold in the middle of winter. The soldiers were shivering from the cold, their lips were white, and they were all angry.

A thin soldier glanced around, and the reed leaves had mostly fallen off, and the original plump spindle-like pale yellow reeds at the top had been thinned and withered by repeated cold winds, and the whole reed was now almost a bare slender pole. Despite this, the patches of reeds were still densely packed, and nothing could be seen inside. The yellow, turbid water overflows the chest and gives off an unpleasant smell. From time to time, a waterfowl or two skimmed overhead, chirping. At the moment, it is surprisingly peaceful.

"Mom!" The soldier stuck out his tongue, "If the Communists set up an ambush in this reed, we will all be used as live targets!" ”

"Bastard!" Zhang Lijiang, who was behind him, picked up a Tom-style submachine gun and stabbed him in the back fiercely, and whispered: "Don't fart!" Listen to Erniuzi, if you fart again, Lao Tzu will collapse you! Then he turned back and whispered to the soldiers behind him, "No one is allowed to speak, hurry up!" (To be continued.) )