What a Zhao Fenghai, who shook his hand and trembled, and twenty times with a "whip" sound, hit the Japanese in the face. At the same time, his feet were wrong. The bayonet flashed past and pushed the Japanese towards the stairs.

A small "puff" sound of flesh entering Zhao Fenghai's ears seemed to be electrocuted. As soon as he felt like he was hit by an electric shock in his abdomen, he knew that he had been hit by a knife. Looking at the Japanese in front of him, he saw a ghost behind him with a ferocious face, and suddenly drew his sword back with a hint of reluctance.

What a good person, Zhao Fenghai, snatched the Japanese rifle in front of him, and while he pounced on him, he knelt hard on his right knee and broke the Japanese ribs in front of him. While the man rolled forward, the big gun turned into a Guan Gong knife and took a dazzling arc and slashed straight towards the Japanese waist.

But he didn't expect that the dying Japanese man under his feet stretched his right hand forward before he died, put his gun belt and gently drove it.

It was because of this slight blockage that Zhao Fenghai lost some motivation to move forward, and failed to get out of the last Japanese sting. His abdomen hurt again, and his bayonet also cut open the Japanese stomp.

The moon was very cold, the wind was urinating, and Zhao Fenghai felt that the strength in his body was pulled away by a trace, but the auditory vision became particularly clear. He only heard the door below was opened with someone forcefully, and a voice exclaimed: "Oh my God, guess what I saw? The Japanese killed the puppet army, and the puppet army killed the Japanese again! Did they take the wrong medicine?"

Then, there were sounds of bayonets entering the flesh, and people muttered from time to time: "Why are these Japanese devils so poor? Not only are they without food, they don't even have enough bullets, but this machine gun was also blown up!"

Another buzzing voice also said: "Even the puppet army is so poor, there is not a single son on it, it is all useless military tickets. Forget it, don't want it. Well, this Japanese man has a gold tooth, so he has to knock it down!"

A leader shouted loudly: "Everything is quick, the puppet army is fighting with the Japanese at least, so they keep their clothes so that they will not be ashamed to see people if they are left. The Japanese are all stripped away, and they are not humans!"

Zhao Fenghai's three views were destroyed immediately. Is this still the Eighth Route Army? No, this may be really the Eighth Route Army, and they didn't even let go of the shell!

The sound of shouting before came again: "Battery Commander, there are still people here, three, who are these? Why are you so prodigal, and you have smashed the shell gun!"

Then, a loud voice shouted: "Report, our army successfully seized the artillery tower without any effort to shoot and catch a large number of weapons!"

"Puff" Zhao Fenghai finally couldn't hold back, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out from a distance. The little man shouted: "Battleman Commander, there is still a living here, oh, I can only vent my breath but not intake it. How miserable!"

"Xiao Ye, don't talk nonsense, they are still anti-Japanese patriots!"

A face that was too young appeared in front of him. Zhao Fenghai suddenly saw an eye in the middle of the man's eyebrows, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Er, Erlang Shen? It is said that everyone who saw Erlang Shen was dead, it seems that it is true!"

Zhao Hu smiled softly: "Not what you said so easily. You see, our comrades and comrades are all living well? If you want to say that the enemy sees it, there are also those who live, but they all surrender. By the way, can you still survive? If you can't survive, tell me your name and I will turn back and show you a merit!"

"My surname is Zhao, and my name is Zhao Fenghai. Oh, I don't want to talk about the past anymore. For the sake of killing so many Japanese... "

"Don't worry, I'll give you a grand funeral!"

Zhao Fenghai finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then silently watched several Eighth Route Army clean the battlefield. A black face quietly lay in Zhao Hu's ear and said, "This Zhao Fenghai used to be a bandit, but he killed many people!"

Zhao Hu nodded slightly and led everyone downstairs.

Then, Zhao Fenghai heard Zhao Hu shouting: "Have you packed it up? Once packed it up, set off quickly. Dog, remember to lit the artillery tower!"

Zhao Fenghai raised his last breath and shouted loudly: "Erlang Shen, where is your despicable villain, what about the grand funeral that you promised?"

Zhao Hu replied loudly: "It was cremated for you because of your rebellion before death. Otherwise, according to your previous practice, I would not care about you!"

Several donkeys dragged two door panels, and the door panels were filled with weapons and ammunition. The soldiers were covered in all their bodies. They looked at the torch in the artillery tower behind them and left with loud chatter and laughter. In the crowd, the black-faced old Qiu was particularly proud: "Captain Zhao, you are such a lucky general. Follow you, you can take down a artillery tower without a single shot."

"Isn't there another soldier injured? Is this Japanese devilish? He can see that we hide so tightly?"

Lao Qiu smiled and said, "I just injured my arm and had a look on my face. It's okay, it will be cured in two days. It's worth his injury. If you change one gun hole to another stronghold, you need to put it on me. It's worth giving me a few more eyes!"

There is a three-chakou in front. Going west is to Yi County, you can go north through Qishankou in the north and south into the mountains, and going south is to Xiguanzhuang. The 13th Company stationed in Xiguanzhuang has evacuated yesterday, so Lao Qiu and others are undecided.

"Battleman Zhao, I definitely can't look west. The Japanese in Yi County will be dispatched as soon as the dawn is dawn. Otherwise, you will lead the large army to the north and smooth the traces. Our guerrillas will evacuate south to attract the enemy. What do you think?"

Zhao Hu said: "There are snow everywhere here, and there are few people to cover it up. After so many weapons and horses pass by, the Japanese will definitely see that, otherwise, you will lead the guerrillas to the south, smooth the snow, and immediately disperse and move after walking ten miles. We go directly north without deliberately hiding it, but it will delay for a while!"

Squad Leader Qiu also knew that time was tight, so he immediately led dozens of guerrillas to cut down some trees and retreat while sweeping. After these two battles, their weapons were all replaced with bird guns. Each soldier had a rifle, two grenades, and also equipped with a crooked machine gun. This is unique among the guerrillas in northern Hebei!

Zhao Hu asked everyone to walk in front, and the pack horse pulled the door panel and stayed at the end. In this way, there was no need to hide it, and the enemy could not see how many people walked in front.

Hurry up and rushed forward. After dawn, there were about ten miles away from Qishan Pass in the north and south. Zhao Hu saw from the telescope that there were already a crowd of black people chasing him. It seemed that if you didn't block it, these supplies would not be able to enter the mountain.

There is a forest in front of me, which will be artificially developed in the future and named Zuchongzhi Forest. However, now it is still a large forest and the area is much larger.

Zhao Hu ordered the special forces to stay, and the other 11th Company soldiers who followed immediately transported the supplies into the mountain pass and established a defense line.

The phone number of Dahebao stronghold was not connected, and the Japanese in the county didn't care. They just sent a small team of correspondents to check overnight. These guys knew the danger of Dahebao. There was snow at night, so they were not afraid of being invisible. After they left the city, they quietly discussed it and came up with a way to be lazy. They went to the nearby village office to capture a few puppet troops and ordered them to check it out at Dahe stronghold. They would come back to report any problems.

Four or five puppet soldiers dared not refuse to follow, so they had to rush west. Halfway through the road, they found guns and cannons rumbling in front of them, and fires flashed. They were timid, so they all stopped to observe and wanted to wait until the battle was finished before going forward. Unexpectedly, there was a fire in the west not long after the battle. Needless to say, the stronghold was lit up!

The guys ran back and reported the news to the communication team without looking back. The Japanese took the phone number, so the Japanese in the city were still dispatched quite quickly, but at the Sanchakou, they were delayed by the traces on both sides for a while. Finally, they decided to send two teams to the south and one team to the north, tracking along the way!

Seeing the yellow figures of shit gradually approaching in the snow, Zhao Hu ordered softly: "Everyone takes me as the starting point and allocates the target to the right. The Japanese fire when they reach 400 meters, without saving ammunition!"
Chapter completed!