Jiang Song, who had left the base area, had already walked out of ten miles in more than an hour, and his speed was quite fast!

The only thing that was more impulsive was that Jiang Song didn't know what the powerful Japanese looked like, and he acted in a hurry with his passionate and passionate way.

He patted his head and felt a little regretful and did not ask in advance, but this guy was a stubborn person, "A good horse will not turn back, and there will be no turning back arrows." He had only this idea, instead of turning back and asking in detail, walking forward according to the location of the map in his memory.

However, there is a red area within the range on the map, which should be the base of another Eighth Route Army.

Make up your mind to contact them first and then talk about the situation.

While walking, Jiang Song muttered to himself: "According to the timeline, the famous Hundred Regiments War in history will break out in another month, but the early battle is to destroy the Japanese railways and highways. In the later stage, it is the counterattack against the Japanese's revenge sweep! At that time, it is the time for me to kill and kill..."

He talked alone for a long time, from morning until it was getting dark. He just had to go up the mountain and pass by for a while and then be the territory of the Eighth Route Army.

Shortly after entering the mountain road, several people suddenly appeared around him blocking Jiang Song's way. They were wearing white light blue military uniforms, military caps, and a five-pointed star was all on their hats.

One person came out of the team, put the gun on his back, looked at Jiang Song with a beard and said, "A fellow villager is a foreigner! Come visit relatives or...?"

Jiang Song shook his head and then replied: "Old Lu of Xiao Wangzhuang asked me to deal with something..."

"Old Lu? Lu Junyi?" The soldier said in surprise. He had obviously heard of Lu Junyi's name. "Then why didn't he come by himself?"

"Because he can't beat me!"

Jiang Song grinned.

"Brother Lu can't beat you? Why don't I believe what you said?"

The soldier who spoke behind was probably also a die-hard fan of Lao Lu, and even rolled up his sleeves and wanted to try it out with Jiang Song.

"If you don't believe it, come and try it!"

Jiang Song's qi and blood surged, and the blood burned like magma, and the atmosphere became quite tense for a moment.

"Okay, Xiao Zhu! Since he is recommended by Captain Lu, he naturally has outstanding features! But before meeting the leader, the necessary work must be done!"

The warrior who spoke before searched Jiang Song's body, but under the disguise of the system, the other party could not find Jiang Song's weapon at all.

The guy couldn't even find a pistol, and he couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother, you don't even have a gun, so confident?"

"You must have confidence. After checking, lead the way!"

Jiang Song couldn't wait to say.

"please!"

Several soldiers led the way in front and crossed the mountain along the mountain road.

The soldier on the way introduced the base area. There was a regiment of troops stationed, but the Japanese who ran away after firing a shot recently really made all the Eighth Route Army officers and soldiers here have a headache. They were all because they couldn't catch up. The only few soldiers were not opponents of the other party at all, so many people died for this!

It was all the way to a house made of yellow mud and wood in the valley, and Comrade Zhu first reported it.

But he came out in a while and took Jiang Song into the house.

There was a kerosene lamp on the wooden table in the middle of the house, and there were three people sitting in front of the table, all of whom were male. One of them was an older, with a round face. He took a big sip with a tea jar, and then said, "It seems that you are Lao Lu's capable general. My surname is Yang, and I am the leader of the group here. This comrade should treat it as a family when he comes here. Don't be too restrained!"

Jiang Song is no longer the former Wuxia Ameng. As long as it is not a matter of life and death, he can ignore it. Then he nodded and said, "That's right! My name is Jiang Song. Commander Yang will mainly talk about where the Japanese are moving!"

Commander Yang nodded, took a sip of water to moisten his throat and said, "Okay, then I'll just say it. The existence of the Japanese is like a thorn, like a thorn in his throat! Every time he appears, he is nearby. Taking advantage of our people's attention, he shoots. Three company commanders, one battalion commander and more ordinary soldiers died under his gun..."

Speaking of the back, Captain Yang angrily slapped the table.

"Old Yang, don't be angry, this brother Jiang may have a way to deal with the Japanese!"

A man in his thirties wearing pairs of glasses hurriedly comforted Captain Yang.

"Comrade Jiang..."

Captain Yang seemed to have found a savior and looked at Jiang Song.

"Don't worry, Captain Yang, I know what to do. By the way, don't come to me until tomorrow morning!"

After Jiang Song finished speaking, he left the door. Although he was just a few words, the Japanese should still be nearby and the Eighth Route Army of this regiment was completely launched.

When entering the mountains, Jiang Song began to search for clues. Anyone who is active will always leave traces, such as feces, footprints, and even the smell of urine.

While squeezing the grass, he smelled the smell mixed in the air. In addition to the fragrance of the plants, there was also the smell of the animals.

The insects were extremely loud this night, but they did not distract Jiang Song from the spotlight.

After searching back and forth on a mountain, no other traces were found except for the scattered footprints. Intermittent footprints cannot be traced to the enemy unless there are continuous footprints.

When we arrived at the second mountain, we finally had clues, and there were continuous footprints on the mountain road to the mountain.

After searching all the way, it broke down on the grass. At this moment, Jiang Song felt a bad breath.

According to the search on the first mountain, the Japanese were not fools, so how could they leave such obvious traces? The continuous footprints on the ground were a bait, which led people into the abyss of death step by step.

A drop of sweat beads as big as beans fell on his forehead. If Jiang Song expected it was good, then there would be a trap on the grass in front of him.

A stone weighing about ten kilograms was picked up from around, threw it forward, and landed on the grass.

A crisp sound was heard with a "click". Fortunately, Jiang Song's ears were sensitive and he heard the slight sound, which was the sound of landmines being induced.

Leave down!

As soon as this thought arose in his mind, he hurriedly threw himself to the ground.

The next second, the scorching air flow blew over Jiang Song's head, and there was an extremely violent sound. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and was not injured.

But the buzzing sound in his ears took a moment before disappearing. Jiang Song kept sucking his ears and gritted his teeth and thought to himself: "That dog actually dares to obscene me, look at me not to obscene you!"

The best way for Yin people is of course when Voldemort and Jiang Song quickly changed into a grassy auspicious suit, lay on the ground and moved to a place with many grasses behind.

He bet that the Japanese man would come over to check when he heard the trap was detonated successfully, and he would give him another fatal blow when he came over!
Chapter completed!