The plainclothes team is also a soldier, and the soldiers of that year were all killed on the battlefield, and they all have tempers! The national army on the mountain beat indiscriminately, and some of the plainclothes teams on the hillside couldn't help it. A few of the grumpy men raised their guns and went up the hill, and when they struck, there were soldiers next to them. The one on the mountain went down, the one on the hillside went up, and the guns on both sides were in full swing.

"Ceasefire, ceasefire! All ceasefire! No one is allowed to shoot! Murati shouted, and so did the brush. Murat is shouting, the brush is an order, he is the captain of the plainclothes team.

The captain gave the order, the fighters, of course, had to obey, and the plainclothes team quickly stopped shooting. But the defenders on the hill didn't stop, and they didn't know who you were brushing. As a result, the plainclothes team on the slope had to lie on the spot and be beaten and did not dare to move. It's easy to get shot!

"Hey, don't shoot! Cease fire! We are also the national army! Cease fire! Murat carefully put his hands on his lips and shouted to the mountain.

When the brush heard it, he shouted along, and more and more people shouted, and the sound fluttered to the top of the mountain. When the national army on the mountain heard it and was hesitating whether to respond to the ceasefire request, a deafening motor sound sounded in mid-air, and two devil planes came out of the clouds!

The plainclothes team on the hillside was already lying on the ground, so this time there was no need to change places. When the Nationalist troops on the hill saw the enemy planes, they immediately looked for shelter, and at the same time, some soldiers raised their machine guns and began to fire into the air.

The machine gun hits the plane, and it is true that there is a hit, but the probability is really not high. Not to mention machine guns, even anti-aircraft guns are not accurate in hitting planes. That thing has to be able to hit accurately, and those who won't get off the plane will be commended as heroes.

Several machine guns fired at the air at once, but they did not hit the plane, but attracted the attention of the enemy plane!

The devil pilots in the sky can't tell which side to bomb. The group on the mountain looks like the national army, where are those people on the hillside? At this time, the national army on the hill organized anti-aircraft shooting. The devil pilot looked at it, oh, in that case, then there must be the imperial army on the hillside, and no one on the hillside is fighting.

Offensive! The two planes came down one after the other with their arms tied up, and dropped bombs! Bombing! Continuous bombing. It took all the bombs to be dumped before the two planes swept down the hillside, which meant greeting the friendly troops below: We're done helping, sprinkle Nala for you.

Watching the Japanese plane fly away proudly, Murat and Brush glanced at each other, and the two of them had expressions of crying and laughing on their faces. The devil plane took them as accomplices! If this is on the real battlefield, maybe they will be happy, but now it is obviously a misunderstanding, the opponent is a friendly army, and the devil plane comes to make the misunderstanding even more difficult to solve?

shouted again, in exchange for the bullets fired from the mountain, the national army above had obviously classified them as devils, at least it was more suspicious. Brush and Murati discussed, yes, since people don't believe us, let's just not go up the mountain, let's withdraw.

Retreating also had to take risks, and the national troops on the hill shot down from time to time, and it would be unlucky for one to be accidentally hit. It is difficult to attack, and although there are risks in retreating, it is still a little less difficult than attacking. The plainclothes team of the 88th column finally withdrew from the hill, counted the number of people, sacrificed three, and wounded twelve! The faces of both Brush and Murati became ugly.

Although he didn't succeed in climbing the hill, the 88th Column still had to find it, and the misunderstanding with the national army on the hill just now had to be told to Hu Fei.

Their plainclothes team is not to confuse the national army but to confuse the devils, so it is not appropriate for them to show up on occasions when the national army is concentrated. Brush led the team away from the ferry, and watched with binoculars in the direction of the ferry.

So many people had gathered at the ferry, and there was still a steady stream of national army troops coming towards the ferry. Before the brush could find his own troops, a national army came in his direction. Run? Do you want that group of national soldiers to chase after them with guns in their butts?

I can't run, and if I run, I'll be a devil here. The brush got an idea and played white! Erecting a white flag on the battlefield means surrender, and the national army will not shoot again when it sees the devils who have played the white flag, right?

The brush guessed well, the national army that came was preparing to fight at first, but when it saw the white flag, it didn't shoot. Of course, there are still people who should be vigilant, and the national army sent two people to ask about the situation.

"Hey, where are you devils?" The words spoken by this one are quite straight. One sentence choked the brush and coughed repeatedly, and this breath almost didn't come up.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense if you don't know! We are not devils, we are the plainclothes team of the national army! What are you from? In this case, Murati, who was known for his eloquence, came forward to negotiate with the friendly forces.

"We are from the Twelfth Division, which part of you are from?"

"We are the 88th Column of the Decisive Army. Are you the ones who are the commanders? ”

A flash of inspiration flashed in Murati's mind, and he remembered the commander of the Twelfth Division. When the 88th Column and the 12th Division cooperated in that battle, Murat was still in the confinement room of the Military Judge Advocate General's Office of the Third Army. Although he didn't participate in that battle, he couldn't stop others from talking to him.

With Murat's eloquence and natural optimism, some people are willing to talk to him. Less than a day after coming out of the confinement cell, Murat understood the battle from beginning to end. This is only a matter of a few days, so when he mentions the Twelfth Division today, he remembers the strange inch.

"Do you know Master Inch?" The person on the other side was obviously taken aback, the commander of the inch division was in the twelfth division, that is the god-like existence zài, and the person who can know the commander of the inch division can't be the enemy. The person on the other side asked and came here, obviously they also wanted to see what kind of heroes and heroes they knew about Commander Cun.

It's better not to see each other than to see each other. After meeting, the two representatives of the 12th Division were immediately disappointed. Where is this hero, it's clearly a mixed force of the Japanese puppet army. There are devils, puppet soldiers, and arrested ordinary people, where is this like the plainclothes team of the national army?

"Guys, are you really the people of the 88th Column of the Death Army? What can be proven? The two of them stood ten meters away from the plainclothes team of the 88th Column.

What can you prove? A soldier's ID can prove it! The brush lit up his ID, and it was written on it Yang Jinkai, the commander of the 88th Independent Battalion. This thing can't be faked.