The bleak night wafts with a strong smell of blood, which makes people toss and turn, this is war?

The yin wind is incomprehensible, the bonfire is swirling and emitting residual heat, and the sparks are dazzling with the wind, enchanting and rippling, people's hearts are numerous, the night breeze is cool, the warm fire is pregnant, and the Martian child is like life, how long can he live, one day, one month, one year......

"Didi, Didi, Didi......" Du Juan stuck to his post, busy next to the radio, listening, recording, deciphering ...... Forget it, the night is deep and tireless. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A gust of wind lifted the rear tarpaulin, and the kerosene lamp hanging on the roof of the carport swayed, disturbing the dim vision.

Feeling something, she suddenly looked back and saw the tarpaulin shaking in the wind, the wind? Liang Sisi's touch climbed up to the nerve endings, and he shuddered slightly, and he couldn't care about pulling the futon that fell on the ground to warm himself, and he was busy giving the lover, Xie Tang and the eldest lady gathered the futon.

Seeing that the three of them slept sweetly, they smiled, their slightly pale cheeks bloomed with warmth, and their hearts were very warm, when their eyes were fixed on the left side of the lover's wooden skin, they restrained their smiles, they were distressed, sad, and the unspeakable feelings filled their bodies and minds, he was too bitter!

The body and mind are also hard, ten times better than themselves, they are all damn little devils, when is it a head?

Stretched out her hand to try to care for the numb cheek, but her hand stopped in front of her, she was afraid of waking up her lover's sleep, and tears of sadness rolled down her cheeks, and she felt unspeakably distressed.

Withdrawing his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he found a stack of messages next to the radio station in a blur, and his heart was touched, whether the mixed messages should wake him up, and the cuckoo was confused.

"The little girl plays deeply, who dares to ask you for wrinkles?" Yang Guan teased, he didn't sleep from beginning to end, he was still fighting outside, and his heart was hard to sleep on the battlefield.

"Ah......h

"You're being naughty again, what's the news on the telegram, don't you know the truth of the military emergency?" Yang Guanyang was angry and taught a lesson, his eyes were full of pity, and the fragrant beauty was deeply rooted, and it was difficult for her.

The cuckoo wanted to speak and stopped, pinched his leg in disgust, climbed to the radio station and took down the telegram and read: "The railway is called, the train turns around and collides with the devil train, and the Eighth Route Army has won the victory in the case of the ambush in advance, and is grabbing supplies." ”

"Okay, Lao Tzu......" Yang Guan got up, but his mouth was covered by a fragrant little hand, and his heart was shaken.

"Don't swear, you be quiet, they're sleeping......" Du Juan reprimanded angrily, covering his mouth with one hand and flirting with the other.

"Wave" Yang Guan took a sip of his small hand, blinked his eyes at the embarrassed fragrant beauty, and scolded in a low voice: "Lao Tzu is so virtuous, you are not uncommon to bring beauties forward......"

"Papapa" Du Juan linked his hands, and used three points to punish the duplicitous Bo Qinglang, and glared at him viciously, what does that look like, you try?

Yang Guan stretched out his hands helplessly, casually motioned for her to continue reading the message, and said softly: "Don't make trouble, tell me about the specific battle situation?" ”

"Humph!" The cuckoo implements a proper punishment for the fake and serious lover, and he is obviously itchy and unbearable but does not take action, do you want to throw herself into his arms?

The emotions stirred her body and mind, but she did not forget her business, and read resentfully: "The train was speeding at full speed, directly knocking over the devil train, and the Eighth Route Army rushed up to slaughter the little devils in the chaos and struggle, and almost did not encounter counterattack firepower. ”

"Huh, the battle went so well, how about the casualties?" Yang Guan was taken aback, and there was an incredible feeling, how far can the train collide and turn over?

Seeing him, Du Juan frowned and explained: "The Eighth Route Military first manipulated the rails, hollowed out one side of the tracks, encountered huge resistance and vibration, and the entire train overturned on one side, only a dozen people were injured. ”

At that time, he planned to evacuate, in order to avoid exposing the target in advance, he planned the next train of the Japanese army, created a false impression, and shifted his attention to the Eighth Route Army, so that the advance team could continue to mess with the Yellow Dragon.

It was not the first time that the guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army had intercepted a train, and if the first train attacked the next train without any flaws, the Japanese army would definitely divert their attention.

The first train carrying materials was also quietly transferred, and more than 700 trucks were intercepted, and the Kawasaki Brigade was lost in the middle.

Obviously, the materials of two consecutive trains were seized, and only the materials in the hands of the Kawagu Brigade remained, which was very important for the front line, and this was a period of shortage of war readiness materials, and the Japanese army could not pay attention to it.

Serial schemes, and then a few scenes in the middle of the way to mislead the Japanese military high-level, the plan to smash the Yellow Dragon will be flawless, and the cuckoo is happy in his heart, and he is proud of his wisdom.

Yang Guan smiled with relief, chickens don't pee have their own ways, the Eighth Route Army is good at fighting guerrillas, and it has its own set of ways to deal with the Japanese army, and it is purely superfluous to worry.

"It's good to win the battle, by the way, what's the news?" Yang Guan leaned against the wallboard, his body and mind were comfortable, he held his head in his hands, and asked as he looked at the shy Xiangmei.

Emotions were stirring, and the cuckoo was ashamed to answer by him, and there was a sense of pleasure flowing all over her body, which made her infatuated, and she really didn't want to read the next message to ruin this rare warm moment.

"Huh" She took a deep breath, and the emotions that stirred her heart gradually converged, and she read in a low voice: "Messages have been sent from the advance team members from all over the country, a large amount of fiat currency has flowed in, and the economic crisis has intensified, and it is suspected that the Japanese army is doing tricks and tricks from it, you see ......"

Yang Guan's body trembled, and his mind was messy, the Japanese army intercepted a certain ship or a submarine and couldn't remember clearly, and the seizure of gold plate mold printed banknotes hit the market, and the financial turmoil.

"The advance team members left behind in various areas should be healed, right? Check, the Japanese army seems to be printing coins on Chongming Island, grabbing them for Lao Tzu, and blowing it up as a last resort! Yang Guan gritted his teeth, the Japanese army did everything to immerse himself in China, which was really hateful.

"Ah, how do you know?" The cuckoo was surprised and inexplicable, feeling incredible, she seemed to think of something, the god of war, the god of war, where is the god of war, what does Lian Zhan Lianjie mean?

"Little girl, you're too sensitive, look at your bitter gourd face, catch up with the old lady, don't you give orders?" Yang Guanyang was angry, and he was also shocked in his heart, the matter of memory fragments is unclear, and he must pay attention to it in the future, otherwise it will be very troublesome to be misunderstood.

The cuckoo looked at him as if he was not disguised, nor could he see anything abnormal, and he conveyed the order with doubts, always feeling that something was wrong, why did he know so much?

The stars are moving, the morning sun is rising, the morning haze fills the mountains, wandering with the wind, the distance looks quite like a fairyland, it is fascinating, and it is a peaceful morning.

The "Buzz ......" convoy drove out in a restless hustle and bustle, like a cluster of bombers speeding north, leaving the rest of the smoke and dust rippling in the bloody and burning land, rushing to a new battlefield.