Tao Mingzhang immediately faced the pressure of the two divisions of the Japanese army, and his pontoon bridge on the Kelantan River could ensure that the troops would retreat in time, but on the south bank, they could not support it for too long, of course, he knew very well that every extra hour of resistance he could have a positive impact on future history. In terms of situation, the Japanese army had taken control of the east, and his area of control south of the entire river basin was getting smaller and smaller, and it was common sense that he had to retreat. He had to tell Lin Xiuxuan the actual situation, and he would hold out for a while, but tomorrow morning, it might be the deadline for retreating.

After nightfall, the shooting between the guerrillas and the Japanese troops across the river gradually stopped, but neither side dared to take it lightly, and the gunfire across the river rang out from time to time, and then suddenly stopped.

Makino sneaked out of his hiding place, carefully climbed to the river, and scooped up some water to drink. After hiding for most of the day, he felt like he was drying up. Swimming across the river now is obviously a solution, but he thinks that his swimming level is not good, just a rough plan, such a wide river, he is not sure. In particular, he observed the surface of the river, which was unusually bright under the starlight, and both sides were nervous, and there was a great chance that he would be killed by his own people if he swam over.

Of course, he has already thought of a countermeasure, but he is still waiting for the opportunity.

First of all, of course, you have to get something to eat. He contracted dysentery from the natives, and in the face of the local customs of not using paper after going to the thatched hut, the Japanese stomach obviously could not stand the test. Now I have recovered, but my body is also weak and I can't stand the hunger for too long.

Luo Yang's team didn't have time to light a fire to cook, so the troops lined up and handed out canned food and biscuits. Taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, he blended into the crowd, and the people around him either spoke Chinese or Cantonese, which he couldn't understand at all. From time to time, he bowed his head and coughed, hiding that he didn't understand everything he didn't understand, and that he had a high nose.

But no one cared about him. Luo Yang's team was also to carry out Wright's orders, and temporarily put together the most elite people under him, so they were not familiar with each other.

He passed by the secretary of the department, received a canned American meat and a packet of biscuits, and quickly hid into the darkness, stealing a flashlight before leaving the guerrilla camp. He took a huge risk and entered the partisan camp, certainly not to steal a can.

However, this can was also important to him, not only for the food inside, but also for the food inside, which he had to use as a lightshade to ensure that he would not be seen by the people on this side of the river while sending signals to the other side.

An hour later, he finished his preparations and then hid behind the bushes by the river, ready to launch the signal. He can't get too close to the river, the surface of the water may reflect the light source, and there are many Siamese crocodiles that are motionless like rotten wood. This, of course, was one of the reasons why he didn't dare swim over.

Kagesa waited anxiously for news in the camp, but there was no response, neither good nor bad. In this corner of the battlefield, Makino seems to no longer exist. The soldiers who swam across the river couldn't tell the situation clearly, Suzuki kept his subordinates very secretive, and there were no more than five people who knew the whole thing, including himself, but none of these five people survived.

On the other side of the river, Lin Xiuxuan was in a slightly better situation than Kage Zuo Zhenzhao, and his Chinese soldiers began to interrogate the captured natives according to the plan. At first, as he expected, the captives either squinted and sneered, or silently recited scriptures, appearing to look down on life and death, and unyielding. No matter how Lin Xiuxuan asked, no one was willing to say. It wasn't until he was in a row of tables that Ma Qiang came in from outside the tent, dragged the most horizontal one out by the neck, and then fired a random shot outside, staging a fake death sentence. For a while, the psychological defense of the people in the tent collapsed, and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

From what they have gathered, they do control a Japanese person, and some of them look like Japanese and some look like whites. It was the promised bonus of this man that made the elders agree to take him in and go to the Japanese for him.

After the battle started, the elder planned to retreat, but this guy slipped away, and the rest of the matter can correspond to Luo Yang's statement. A man ran towards them, followed by a group of natives with bared teeth and arrows armed with earthen spears and bows. This person ran in front of Luo Yang's team, and then the natives clashed with Luo Yang's troops, and the battle was one-sided, there was nothing to say, the elder himself died there, and no one noticed the whereabouts of this Japanese.

Lin Xiuxuan was sure that this person must be Makino, but he judged that Makino, who should stay away from him, which was the most reasonable speculation, and she would either find a way to cross the river in the distance, or find another way to communicate.

From what he knew about the three Japanese crossers, none of them were daring, and Makino was only slightly better than Asano who peed his pants in the Shanghai Gendarmerie. Basically, it's all cowards of the Heisei era, so he didn't expect Makino to come back, and he also got a can and a flashlight from his troops.

The reason Makino did this was because he saw Japanese troops on the other side of the river, and not surprisingly, Kagesa was there. The Kelantan River runs for a long time, and not every section of the river has Japanese people, so he thought twice that it would be better to stay here, at least have a chance to establish contact with Major General Kagesa. During these days, how eager he was to complete a connection with his own people.

Just when Lin Xiuxuan mobilized his men and horses to search in the jungle, Makino hid by the river and waited for the time he wanted. He began to send signals to the opposite bank, and in the afternoon he carefully observed the position of the machine-gun positions on the opposite bank and fired at them.

Kagesa Akimasa was at a loss when he heard a report that he saw a signal on the other side, possibly someone from the Suzuki detachment trapped on the north shore. He hurriedly took the telescope and went outside to watch. Saw the Morse code signal that kept shining there. He silently recited the content: Help, save Japan.

Ordinary Japanese soldiers are afraid that they don't know Morse code, and even if they do, they won't send such a message, what does it mean to save Japan? Who can save Japan but Makino?

Shadow Sa's tears of excitement were about to fall. Behind the flickering lights was Makino, and now they were separated by a river. He ordered his men to prepare two boats at once, and tried to take advantage of the darkness to send the rescue team over. He knew that such a reckless rescue was unlikely to succeed, but it was obviously necessary.

He couldn't send a light signal directly to Makino, as that would be seen by the other side. It just so happened that the clouds obscured a crescent moon and the sky was full of stars, and his two small boats carrying eight rowing soldiers came to the north bank of the river. When the boat reached the middle of the river, the moon came out of the dark clouds, and the poor two boats were exposed at once, and they were immediately strafed by several light machine guns. The Japanese troops in the middle of the river could not advance or retreat, only to be beaten, and were soon completely annihilated, leaving only a few broken boat boards floating on the river.

Looking at such a scene, Kagesa Zhenzhao knew very well in his heart: such a price was worth it, nothing more than the lives of eight soldiers, but he completed a communication contact, in short: in response to Makino's signal.

Even though the various machine guns on both sides of the strait were still exchanging fire, Makino had already begun to send new signals, and the place where he was hiding, no more than 150 meters from the nearest guerrilla machine gun position, was almost right under his nose. He knew very well that effective communication could only be established in the area of confrontation between the two sides, and today he was open-minded, and the first half of his life had never been as brave as it is today.

Kagesa Zhenzhao read out a new signal: location, location......

The word kept repeating, and it was clear that the sacrifice of eight soldiers had brought the communication into a second phase, a substantial stage.

There was really nothing he could do, he couldn't have sent too long a signal with a flashlight, because it would be seen and recorded by the other side, and the guerrillas in this area received a large number of British radio stations, and many of them had been trained in British communications, and those who understood could understand it. It is necessary to send a valid signal that Makino can understand, but that others may not be able to understand immediately.

He had to come up with a solution immediately, because Makino was hiding under the enemy's nose and waiting, and if he survived until dawn, he would be pulled out by the guerrillas. He asked the adjutant to bring in the best machine gunner in the team and ask if the machine gun could shoot the way he wanted, and in short, by the sound of gunfire, he could tell the difference between long and short.

The machine gunner told him that it could be done completely, and that the machine gun would pause every five rounds in the 11th year of Taisho, which was not suitable for such a task, but the 92 heavy machine gun had a very slow rate of fire, and even if there was no fast or slow machine, the shooter could control the rate of fire through his hands, distinguishing between single and two-shot bursts.

Seeing that the plan worked, he immediately hurried to the river and sent a phrase to the opposite bank with a flashlight: "Listen". The phrase was sent twice.

Such a short sentence will obviously not be recognized by the enemy on the other side, but it can make Makino understand the meaning.

Makino immediately got the message that he saw Kagesa gave him, but it was still a little unclear, but at this moment, the strange 92 heavy machine gun began to fire. It sounded like the machine gun was a little malfunctioning and could not fire continuously, his guns were intermittent, and the shooting was aimless, and it did not effectively suppress any fire on the opposite bank, and even Luo Yang's people did not see this machine gun hiding there.

Usually a machine gun fire will always have a flash exposed, and no matter how well it is hidden and how short the shot is, it will not completely disappear unless it is not firing at the opponent. The partisans, of course, could not see it, because it had been hiding behind the mound, shooting in the opposite direction.

Makino only realized that this was a dumb riddle that Kagesa had given him when he repeated the signal for the second time, and he immediately responded to the receipt of it, hoping to repeat it.

Lin Xiuxuan, 1.5 kilometers away, was leading two companies to search the place where Makino had disappeared, but no clues were found. There was another battle on the shore, and he heard it, but he was in no mood to pay attention to it. The line of confrontation between the two sides, as it is, usually shoots a round of nervous fire at no apparent reason, and then stops, and there have been many times tonight. Gradually, the gunfire on both sides subsided, but a Japanese heavy machine gun was still firing. The gunshot was strange, like a prostate patient urinating. Usually experienced shooters can indeed hit one or two short shots to suppress the target, but in a battlefield environment, shooting is certainly not so intermittent.