As a large number of bayonets appeared in the range of firelight, the guns of the puppet army involuntarily fell to the ground, some of them were re-tightening the grenade caps, some were picking up the shell guns, and there was a sound of falling earth in the dark heights not far away, and it didn't take long for the machine guns to come out.

I can see that the puppet army is secretly lucky, fortunately the platoon commander is Junjie, otherwise how can he die now?

The wounded did not dare to groan, and the more than 30 puppet soldiers who were responsible for escorting the wounded took the initiative to unload their equipment, threw down their guns, took out grenades, took off their bullet belts, untied their armed belts, and put down their dry food bags. More than a dozen Eight Roads began to collect and gather on the spot, and a young and handsome Eight Roads saw that things were almost gathered together, and ordered loudly: "In addition to the wounded, the military uniform must also be taken off!"

"Ah?...... This...... All right. ”

The puppet soldiers began to take off their uniforms one after another, and the autumn night was really a little cold, but fortunately, the Eighth Road allowed them to go to the fire and squat.

The platoon commander of the puppet army explained to Hu Yi that the sweeping line had just been pushed westward, and there was a village thirty miles northwest from Niujia Village, which was a temporary transit point, and a squad of devils and one of their battalions of puppet troops were originally temporarily parked there, responsible for supporting the reception, transporting the wounded, and at the same time ensuring that the food and other materials captured by the sweeping troops were transported out of the mountain to the west.

Now the leader of the devil squad chased south into the barren mountain in order to catch the eight roads and escape the villagers, and there is only one medical team and the wounded left in the village.

Many recruits in the ninth platoon were originally wearing puppet army uniforms, and now they only need to take the hats of those wounded and put them on, so more than 30 sets of pseudo-military uniforms are enough to wear, and the team changed on the spot.

I never thought it looked good when I wore this pseudo-military uniform, but after wearing this wide-eyed and thin-eyed eight-way, it became heroic, and the puppet army platoon commander felt that the big-brimmed hat was so majestic and domineering on people's heads?

"What do you want to say?" he asked, straightening his big-brimmed hat.

The platoon commander of the puppet army came back to his senses: "Uh...... The medical detachment knows us. You'd better ...... Don't report our number. ”

"They'll know us, too. He said it meaningfully.

......

At two o'clock in the morning, a team of 51 puppet soldiers drove out of Niujia Village, carrying their own Eighth Route military uniforms and more than a dozen steel helmets, carrying more than 40 rifles and other captures, and headed straight to the northwest.

At half past three in the morning, he stopped somewhere on dry ground on the way, dug up, and then buried, leaving a mark, and an extra mark on the map illuminated by the flashlight.

The sky was cloudy, foggy, dewy, windless, and full of autumn coolness.

A puppet army marched in the fog, looming.

"It's not far ahead, and all the classes carry stretchers. Hu Yi was giving orders.

The little girl quickly took out a bloodstained bandage from her pocket, wrapped it around her leg, and then lay down on the stretcher, covered with her little broken blanket and began to sleep. Luo Fugui and Wu Shishi lifted up one after the other, just like they didn't lift it, the girl and the stretcher together didn't sink a bag of grain, and they were like nothing in their hands, a unique combination, and they were angry with others.

It was not until I walked to the east entrance of the village that I saw a vigilant devil sentry.

Seeing the team clearly, the bayonets of the devil sentries were changed to vertical to the sky, and no one in the puppet army team spoke, and walked towards the village, and the devil sentry did not speak, but his expression was a little tangled, and he looked carefully at the puppet soldiers who walked in front of him one by one, and he couldn't tell where he was not used to it.

A puppet soldier stopped when he passed by the devil sentry, looked young and clean, took out a cigarette on the spot, handed one over, and smiled kindly: "Taijun is hard. Then he took out a match and lit it.

A puff of cigarette wafted out, and stiff Chinese also came out: "How did you come from here?"

"When I came to transport grain, I was shot a few black guns halfway. I didn't think that there were eight ways to slip through the net behind us. ”

"There are eight roads in the east?" the devil seemed to understand, and began to be surprised. The day before yesterday, the army just swept over, and this side has become a no-man's land, and there are still eight roads?

The young and clean puppet army wanted to say something, but a dirty puppet soldier walked out of the ranks, pushed him away, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "So much nonsense!

Ma Liang staggered for a moment to regain his footing, and when he looked back, the devil had already been stabbed for the third time, and his snotty hand holding the knife was covered with blood, and he drew out his bayonet and stabbed him a fourth time. The puppet army team that came behind turned their heads to look, and continued to walk towards the village without stopping.

"Nervous! He's in the palm of my hand, can I use you!" Ma Liang was indignant.

The bayonet drawn out for the fourth time did not continue to stab, and Liu Jianqiang wiped the blood on the devil's clothes: "Then you still have a poor fart with him!"

"What's wrong with chatting? Knowing oneself and knowing that the other side will not be defeated in a hundred battles, do you understand?"

"I don't have the courage to do it, and I still put gold on myself!" Liu Jianqiang left the corpse, got up and walked into the team and continued to enter the village.

"You...... Little Wu, come here and clean up this! This set is yours. ”

When a puppet soldier heard Ma Liang shouting at him, he rushed out of the team and came straight to the corpse of the devil.

......

This village was not burned down by the devils, perhaps because of the geographical location of the village, the transport teams and the transfer of the wounded, and it has not become a ruin for the time being, and it will still be difficult to escape the doom when the devils complete the evacuation after the sweep.

The village is quiet, not just because it is just dawn, but because there is no one in the village, Hu Yi concluded. Striding forward in the mist, the platoon commander said that the devil only had a few medics and a few sentinels, and the rest were wounded, so he couldn't be sneaky, and he could be completely blatant.

In the footsteps of the team, the door of a room in front of it opened, and a devil came out with sleepy eyes and buttons, standing on the side of the road and looking at the group of puppet soldiers who had just entered the village, "What kind of work?"

Hu Yi walked up to him and replied, "One of us is injured. ”

Only then did the devil notice that there were several stretchers in the puppet army, and raised his hand dissatisfiedly: "Carry it over there." ”

looked at the houses nearby, but didn't see anyone, Hu Yi walked straight to the devil.

"Carry it over there. Understand?" the devil couldn't help but raise his hand and point to a room in the distance, and the puppet army with wide eyebrows and fine eyes had just arrived in front of him, a big hand suddenly stuck the devil's throat, and pushed his neck hard and slammed into the earthen wall behind him, and there was a sound of the throat bone shattering.

"The third squad went to find the sentinels, the others searched in their own squad, and the ninth squad stayed. After Hu Yi gave an order to the team, he pushed open the door where the devil walked out.

The room was a little dark, there was a devil's medicine box on the table, and a few scattered empty cans, and a marching blanket was spread in the corner, which should be where the devil slept. Entering the door and continuing to walk, just as he was about to enter the inner room, Hu Yi stopped at the door.

A woman was tied in white flowers, her hair sticking to her face with wet hair, and there was no trace except for the wrists and ankles that were tied with ropes, and the sight of the mess and the dry filth between her legs spoke volumes.

Maybe she was a captured female soldier, maybe she was a villager who couldn't run away, Hu Yi hesitated quietly for a few seconds, and finally gave up the idea of going out to find the girl, drew out a bayonet and approached, cut the rope, and then turned back to the outer room, picked up the devil's marching blanket, and before he reached the door of the inner room, he heard a heavy impact from inside, which was the sound of a broken skull.

I wanted to leave the blanket and leave, but after thinking about it, I walked into the back room again and covered the **** body.

......

There is a sentry in the east of the village, and when I enter the village, I let the runny nose be poked, and a sentry in the west of the village is pressed by Ma Liang with three shifts, and there is no sentry in the north and south at all, because there are only a few sentries to change the guard, and I don't think it will be dangerous here, so only two sentry posts are standing.

The soldiers tied up the devils and dragged them to the village, and Ma Liang stood alone at the west end of the village trying to see the distance, but unfortunately the fog had not yet dispersed, and nothing could be seen in the hazy west. Turning around and entering the village, he noticed a big house next to it, pushed open the door, pulled out the shell gun, and walked through the courtyard.

With the strange sound of the creaking doorway, a room full of corpses came into view, stacked with dozens of mouthfuls, old and young, all over the ground smelly.

Outside the gate, his stomach was overturned, and Ma Liang, who was not interested, leaned against the courtyard wall, took out the cigarette of the captured puppet army from his pocket, and tentatively lit one with a match.

A spicy rush into his lungs, choking his snot and tears, his head was dizzy and he hadn't straightened his waist, he heard the creaking sound of the west, and turned his face to see that a mule cart had just entered the village from the west, and the puppet army who was driving the car was looking over, with a mocking expression on his face. The cart was full of freshly harvested stacks, and then the second truck also came out of the fog, followed by a third.

"Stop! ahem...... cough ...... "Ma Liang stopped the three grain trucks that had just entered the west entrance of the village, as well as the dozen or so puppet soldiers who escorted the cars.

These people who put on grain regarded Ma Liang as a sentry, and the one in front of him couldn't help but say: "Good dogs don't get in the way, we are expecting to finish work tonight in the morning, can you not delay the mood of the brothers?"

Ma Liang looked at the three carts of freshly harvested grain bales and asked casually, "Where are you going?"

The puppet army squad leader in charge jumped out of the car and looked up and down in front of Ma Liang: "Why do I look at you kid so weird?"

"I ...... Where's the blame?"

"Thirty-eight big covers, bullet boxes, box guns, are you okay?" With such a good level of equipment, the puppet army really can't think of what part of this kid in front of him is.

"I'm ...... Stand guard for Taijun, the box cannon is mine. ”

"Oh?" This explanation doesn't make sense, the Imperial Army actually handed you the gun? This is a bit unscientific, isn't it? But I don't dare to rule it out absolutely, God knows if the Imperial Army drank too much.

At this moment, a puppet soldier came out of a room not far away, looking like a potato, Mu Muran was carrying a sapper shovel, the face of the spade was bloody, and it was still dripping bright red on the ground, he inadvertently looked at the grain truck, stupid and dumbfounded.

"What's going on?" the puppet army squad leader who held the grain blurted out.

Ma Liang sighed helplessly: "He is ...... Help the Imperial Army deal with the wounded. ”

"With a shovel?"

"With a spade...... Hold on to the wound or you won't be sprayed with blood. ”

At this moment, a bandaged soldier rushed out of the door in terror, staggered down the road, and continued to climb. Then a dirty puppet soldier chased out of the house with a bloody bayonet, kicked the imperial army into a big character, and the knife fell in his hand, poof--it-it's not gorgeous!

"This—he...... That one...... I ...... day" The dozen or so puppet soldiers who were holding grain were shattered by this scene.

The puppet squad leader who dropped his jaw shouted in horror: "What do you say?"

Ma Liang looked back at the runny nose that was still mending his head, and pulled out the shell gun very helplessly: "Alas-okay...... Hands up!"

Outcome...... A dozen puppet soldiers not only raised their hands, but also knelt on the spot......