More than a dozen puppet soldiers were killed, more than a dozen puppet soldiers were wounded, and the unlucky ghost who led the way also died, and the loss in front of him did not make the devil angry, the puppet army was just a puppet army, can this be regarded as a loss? The devil thinks that this Eighth Route must be the Eighth Route in the intelligence that covers the people, and after a small ambush, he ran northward like a rabbit, this is to lead the nose of the imperial army, right?

At that time, the closest to these Eight Roads was the puppet army, but it was a pity that they who were afraid of death could not pursue them in the first place, and they lost the trace of the Eight Roads not long after. Signs show that the Eighth Road seems to have been running north to Niujia Village, but the devil and the puppet army don't think that the Eighth Road will really run north, because it doesn't make sense. So I searched carefully in this area for a while, but found nothing, and tossed in vain for an afternoon. Without a guide who knows the road well, and after such a long delay, it is absolutely impossible to get to the target location before the sun sets.

Under the sunset, the black fields and ridges are full of burned ashes, like a large area of black earth, surrounded by a piece of unburned ruins, this is Niujia Village after the fire.

Facing the occasional smoke, smelling the burnt smell, and stepping on the black ashes, the nine rows cautiously entered the village.

"Three shifts on alert. Make your own fire to cook and take a break. Hu Yi, who was standing by the well, gave an order, no one cared about how big the fire was in this case, he hadn't eaten a mouthful of hot food in the barren mountains for a few days, and he didn't expect his ideal to be realized here, so he was helpless and happy.

Later, the sunset disappeared behind the mountain, and the sky gradually dimmed and turned into darkness, leaving only a few fires flashing in the ruins.

Around the firelight, the soldiers sat or lay down, holding hot porridge in their lunch boxes, drinking and licking, their dirty faces overflowing with deep satisfaction, and began to talk energetically about the battle in the afternoon, each boasting about how many enemies they had killed, and if the figures they boasted about were put together, the puppet army would have been killed by at least two companies.

There is a bonfire not far from the wellhead, Xiao Hongying, Luo Fugui, Wu Shishi, Li Xiang, Xu Xiao, and Hu Yi are gathered here, the territory of the ninth class.

The bonfire crackled, Luo Fugui cursed that the devil's lunch box was not big enough, and carried his own lunch box on the fire with a wooden stick, and began to cook his third pot of rice with well water.

"Are you done with the dead mule?" I tell you, if he eats up his share of food, no one will be allowed to help him, do you hear?" shouted the little red tassel around.

"Do you blame me? I gnaw on the buns every day, and I almost eat all my teeth. Let's talk about it later......" Luo Fugui muttered indifferently, staring at the lunch box on the fire with his eyes in the bear's eyes, and the mubbling rice fragrance began to waft out, making the bear can't help but be intoxicated again: "Ho-this incense!"

"Fox, why don't you talk about him!"

"It's okay, there will be food. Hu Yi sat cross-legged in the firelight, fiddling with the pocket watch, the silver casing occasionally shining.

"The fields are all burned down, where is it?"

"Estimated...... It's in the middle of the night. The pocket watch closed again, flipped over in the big hand, and was rubbed.

Even Li Xiang and Xu Xiao raised their heads, not understanding what this meant.

"The enemy can't carry the wounded around the mountains, right? Does someone have to carry them back? Niujia Village is the first stop on the return, do you have to come here to rest and rest? I guess we can arrive in the middle of the night. ”

Everyone by the fire finally woke up, only Wu Shi was puzzled, his eyebrows twisted into pimples, and after thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly asked, "Can the puppet army eat?"

“......”

imagined something, and made a pair of pigtails tremble: "Stinky fool! You're even more annoying! Forcing me to give you enlightenment! I'll let you say! Say it again!"

......

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, the night is deep, and the wind is cool.

Several torches were spaced apart, faintly illuminating a procession of people walking out of the mountains from south to north.

The wounded on the stretcher occasionally groaned, the puppet army carrying the stretcher staggered, the road was not easy to walk, and he was so tired that he was wheezing, and some of the wounded were able to walk, and they were supported and carried around, and moved with difficulty in the night.

When the ruined village loomed, the tired team seemed to suddenly have some strength, completely ignoring the few fires that still existed in the ruins.

Seeing that the bonfire by the wellhead was still burning, the puppet army in front turned around and said, "Platoon commander, someone has entered the village in front." ”

"It's either the Imperial Army or the Friendly Army, what the hell are you idle! Oh my foot...... Damn, why don't you hurry up and get a bucket of water?

A platoon puppet army and a dozen wounded fell among the ruins, several bonfires have not been extinguished, saving them trouble, find something nearby that can be burned and add it, blow the fan for a while, the fire is blazing again, and immediately warm these tired people.

The platoon commander of the puppet army sat down by the fire near the mouth of the well, took off his hat and unscrewed a few buttons, and just wanted to shout to his subordinates to wait for some food, when he suddenly heard a puppet soldier shouting nearby: "Hey, hey, who are you?"

Turning his head to look in the direction of the sound, a person was walking out of the shadow of the ruined wall, and as the distance approached, the firelight gradually illuminated a pair of Japanese military boots, walking unhurriedly, and the well-proportioned leggings were played very carefully, but ...... It's gray, not yellow.

Then the gray military uniform with the shell gun appeared in the light, separated by the thick cowhide armed belt with hard lines, the gray military hat was only nailed with two black buttons, so simple that there was a different feeling, the brim of the hat covered the eyebrows, but you could see a pair of narrow eyes, not squinting, expressionless, just caring towards the bonfire by the well, leaving a faint cold.

All the puppet soldiers understood, and no one dared to be the first to call out, so they were left to hold their guns tightly in a daze.

The puppet platoon commander's heart was galloping like a thousand horses, he knew that the brothers were waiting for his order, but at the same time he also knew that the comer was not good, and he had carried a gun for many years, and now he finally felt the deep feeling around the ruins, and the night was very dark. It's late, it's too late to think about anything now!

"You have the final say?" Balu stopped by the fire and asked lightly towards the stunned puppet army platoon commander.

Trying to make eye contact with those narrow pairs, after only a few seconds, I felt a chill on my back, and finally lowered my head to look at the fire, obviously baking my face, but I still couldn't feel the heat.

"Speak. The voice was not loud, the tone was flat, and the audience was excited.

The platoon commander of the puppet army exhaled a long breath and replied dejectedly: "You have the final say." ”

There was a soft sound, and the muzzle of the gun hung down weakly.

Balu looked around and saw no heroes, so he sat down by the campfire and threw in a piece of firewood: "This fire is mine." ”

The platoon commander of the puppet army still hung his head: "Is it okay to leave a life?"

"Okay. ”

The pale face finally felt the warmth of the campfire......