This night's sleep is fragrant! The snoring is loud! The earth surface in the cracks of the bricks that shook fell with a puff. Officer Jin next door listened to this roar-like snoring, looked at Hong Mei with a smile and said, "Who will be his mother-in-law in the future, can you still sleep peacefully?" ”

Jin Officer's name is Jin Ying, a Korean, both of them are anti-United Nations fighters, and when Commander Yang Jingyu organized the second western expedition, the couple acted with the team. It's a pity that in the warm winter of Liaoning in 36 years, the Liaohe River was still turbulent in December, and the Western Expeditionary Force was blocked by the river, and after the bloody battle with the devils, the remnants retreated to the mountains.

Officer Jin and the other two comrades were crossed by the only small fishing boat, and the organization asked them to go to Rehe to find the party organization and report the situation of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Federation to the Central Committee, but since then, Officer Jin has never seen her husband again, and there has been no news for five years.

She and Hong Mei met in Beiping, and went to Yan'an together to participate in the second phase of the Anti-Japanese University. After the end of the Anti-Japanese University, Hong Mei was sent to the Jinchaji Military Region and to the Sixth Division. Officer Jin chose the Pingbei Division, thinking that he could get closer to the Northeast.

This mission to accompany the eldest lady of the Guo family home, I didn't want to yujian Hong Mei. also yujian Yang stick, don't really say it, no matter how you look at this Yang stick, it looks like a little gold officer's husband. So I have a little more enthusiasm in my heart.

It's a person who came over in marriage, and I can see Hong Mei's mind at a glance, but I'm not sure what this girl thinks? From the beginning of their acquaintance in Beiping, Jin Yingke knew that the person who pursued Hong Mei had to line up, but he had to go out in line. When I was in Yan'an, several chiefs also beat Hong Mei's idea, and asked people to agree, but Hong Mei, the girl, refused with a word.

This rough Yang stick, why did Hong Mei fall in love with it? Officer Jin knew this sister's stubborn temper, and he didn't dare to ask. This was a joke, peeking at what Hong Mei was writing in a small notebook, and didn't reply to the joke she knocked on the side.

Political Commissar Hong is to remember what happened in the past few days, some problems have to be sorted out, and the xiangshang-level organization reports, as for the stubble of Yang Bangzi, Hong Mei really didn't pay much attention, although the past few days with Yang Bangzi have been a little strange, but what kind of emotion this feeling is, I can't say what kind of emotion it is.

Yang Bangzi had a dream, in which the dog Danzi pulled his trouser leg with his bare ass, crying that his mother was gone. He dragged the child around, there were fellow villagers and troops everywhere, and he couldn't see Lianxiang when he looked for it. As soon as Leng Buding raised his head, a group of devils appeared in front of him, and the anxious Yang stick was about to pull out the gun, but as soon as he touched his waist, the gun was gone! This is a big sweat.

"Old Yang! Wake up! Old Yang! Wake up! Yang Bangzi woke up from his dream. When he opened his eyes, Feng Dayan grabbed his arm and shouted at him excitedly.

Hysterical stared at Feng Dayan, Yang Bangzi said in his heart that he couldn't sleep peacefully! Q: What time is it? Feng Dayan said it was time for lunch. Hearing that the meal was ordered, Yang Bangzi woke up and slept all morning.

Xiao Ticka took two sticky cakes, a jar of millet soup, and a piece of pickle gnocchi for Yang Bangzi. Yang Bangzi listened to Feng Dayan's report on the situation of exploring the road while eating.

Lao Feng led the people and walked along the dark hole for more than an hour, and the underground corridor had not yet come to an end, but they found an exit, which was a crack covered by a stone stone, which was more than a person wide, and the light could be seen, which was the high point, and the stone wall was concave inward, so it was not easy to climb up.

They didn't go any further, and there weren't many torches left, and they were afraid that they would not be able to see the road clearly when they came back, so they found the crack in the stone and went back the same way.

Yang Bangzi pursed his lips, and said in his heart, don't go up to see, don't pull the big team over, go up with a lot of effort, look at it, there is still water around, isn't it in vain to grind shoes.

However, it is better to have a discovery than not to find it, after all, one more exit is better than being trapped in this ancient tomb cave now. After eating and drinking, Yang wiped his mouth, smoked a bag of cigarettes, knocked out the cigarette ash on the edge of the kang, looked around the people around, lit the shovel monkey, the big one, the small beam, and a few soldiers, took a few tools, and went down the dark hole.

This dark hole is twists and turns, the narrow place can only pass one person, the wide place can pass two or three carts, the high one is a few zhang high, and the low one has to be bent over the waist to pass. Several people stopped and stopped, and Yang's head hit the stone several times, grinning in pain.

When the fifth torch was about to burn, the hole in front of it suddenly opened up, and the hole was obviously divided into two parts, one part was still black and swarthy and stretched forward, and the other part went down the slope to the left high, and the crack that Lao Feng said was directly above the slope.

The terrain where this crack is located is even more steep than the cave where the devil's grave was made, and the smooth stone wall can hardly see a place for stepping on, and it must be more than ten meters high, and it cannot reach the top by stacking arhats.

And the arc of the dome is very curved, almost at right angles to the side of the stone wall, watching the sun pour down, shining on the stone wall to emit a colorful and crystal halo, can't you go up this is not in a hurry.

What's the hurry? No need to turn the grind, isn't the shovel monkey coming! The young man smiled and circled around the bottom of the dome with his hands behind his back, and from the tools he had brought with him, he pulled out a pair of short-handled pickaxes with sharp beaks, stuck them at his waist, tied the trouser legs tightly, and re-tied the belt tightly. I grabbed a handful of soil noodles and rubbed them in my hands.

The shovel monkey really deserves to be a "monkey"! Sticking to the stone wall, flying with both hands, stepping on both feet, without half a bag of cigarettes, the person climbed more than ten meters high and came to the edge of the dome, and the people below were holding their breath to see how this kid passed through the flat cave roof.

I saw that the shovel monkey pulled out a pickaxe on his waist with his right hand, and struck it on the top of the hole in front of him, and chiseled out a small hole in a few clicks, and dropped the pickaxe head one by one, with the flat mouth facing up, aiming at the small hole, and waved it vigorously, and the flat pickaxe smashed into the small hole at once.

Turning back to the stone wall, he used another pickaxe to hammer an iron nail into the stone, hung a silk rope, and tied it to his belt. Then with his face facing the top of the cave and his back down, his feet on the stone face of the dome, holding the pickaxe that had been smashed into the stone in one hand and the other pickaxe in the other, he smashed the next hole.

Just like this, the hands alternately smashed the hole, pressed the short pickaxe, moved the body forward, smashed the hole again, moved forward, slowly, approached the crack in the dome with bright light, and the people watching below were frightened, wanting to cheer but afraid of startling the shovel monkey, and then distracted and fell, holding their breath and not daring to pant for breath.

At most, about a meter to go, the shovel monkey pulled out a bundle of soft rope slightly thicker than the silk rope on his waist, and there was a small iron claw at one end of the rope. With a few swings of his right hand, the iron claws shot into the crack like an arrow off the string.

The shovel monkey slowly retracted the rope, and when he could not pull it in his hand, he tugged hard again, and when he saw that he still did not pull it, he bolted the head of the rope to the iron nail nailed into the roof of the cave, and the man climbed into the crack along the rope hand and foot.

After a while, a rope made of vines hung down from the crack, and Yang Stick was the first to pull the rope, and climbed around the ground with his hands and legs.

When the person reached the edge of the crack, as soon as his feet were on the stone, and as soon as his legs were exerted, the person stood up, and the sun shone on his face at once, and Yang was dizzy for a while.

When his eyes adjusted to the sunlight and he took a few steps to the top, he saw that the man was already standing on the mountain. It turned out that this dark hole was almost parallel to the river in the valley, one on the top and the other on the bottom, but it branched off at the west side of the mountain. The river went north along the foot of the mountain, and the dark hole seemed to have entered the foot of the mountain and burrowed into the root of the mountain.

Fortunately, Dark Cave entered the front of the mountain root and opened a skylight here, which gave Yang Bangzi and them a chance to get out of the flood siege.

Yang Bangzi was overjoyed, he could come out of the aggrieved ancient tomb, better than anything else! Let the shovel monkey go down immediately, go back and tell Feng Dayan, pack up everything, bring everyone with you, the ancient tomb is tightly closed, and everyone comes here.

When the shovel monkey collected all the pickaxes on the stone wall and went back to call people, Yang Bangzi called Xiao Liangzi and the big one to come up, and let the soldiers guard below, and the three of them found some strong vines or something on the top, made two sets of rope ladders, and hung down to the hole.

In this way, everyone got out of the dark hole along the rope ladder, and Yang Bangzi went down again, tied Commissar Hong with a rope to his back, and climbed the rope ladder up. The shovel monkey said that the ancient tomb was closed, and Lao Feng and the others also let everyone except for the two seriously injured share the food, and they carried everything they could.

The shovel monkey also carried a large package out, saying that it was herbs or something, ready for use on the road.

This mountainous poplar stick is still more familiar, from the direction is the northwest corner of Xiwangzhuang on the mountain, along the mountain, and then walk a few dozen miles, you can go to a place called Beishanyu, in the valley is where the eldest lady of the Guo family is going, Guojiabao!

Nodding their heads, one by one, one by one, the direction was set, and the whole team marched towards the mountains to the north in the rolling mountains. Before leaving the entrance of the cave, Yang Bangzi turned around and glanced in the direction of Xiwangzhuang. The heart says, little devil! The master is gone!

In the white water, a small patch of green is like a leaf floating on the water, just on this leaf, what Yang Bangzi didn't expect was that there was a person who was vowing to catch up with him and fight him!

This person is Shimizu Daisa, who was rescued from the raft by the rescue team sent by the 139th Wing in the morning, and was angry and hateful and had pain on his body, Shimizu Dazuo fell into a coma, and it was not until the afternoon that he gradually woke up.

After drinking a little rice soup, Okamoto Osa asked about Shimizu Daisa's condition with great concern, and the military doctor said that the main thing was that there were some slight fractures in his arms and lower legs, plus fatigue and being besieged by the water, etc., some weakness, and he would get better if he rested more.

Shimizu Daisa didn't care about his body, so he asked Okamoto Daisa, has the Suzuki detachment in the west been contacted? How's the battle going? Did the headquarters react in any way? A litany of questions blurted out.

Okamoto, who was a slow man, pulled Mazako and sat down, and briefly explained what he knew about the situation in the west. At dawn today, the multi-route communist army launched a battle of division and encirclement against the Suzuki detachment on a front of more than 10 kilometers, and after nearly an hour of fierce fighting, Suzuki's troops scattered on the line from Taiheizhuang to Niangzijincun were all shrunk to the north.

According to the news from the headquarters, it is said that none of the squadron in Taipingzhuang escaped, and the rest of the troops were also injured, and now they are all building positions near Niangzijin Village to wait for reinforcements, Okamoto's 139th Wing has sent a large group of troops to rescue, and the road that has been washed away by the flood has not yet been rushed through, and it has not yet joined the Suzuki detachment.

Qing Shui got up from the marching bed and shouted, "Go ahead quickly and meet!" It's too late, and Suzuki is over! ”

Okamoto stood up and hugged Shimizu Daisa, telling him not to get excited, to recuperate, and he went to the front to see the situation in person.