One month later.

A midsummer afternoon.

An Eighth Route Army soldier hurriedly under the scorching sun, hurriedly on the mountain road, sweating all over.

A ruined village is located on the hillside ahead, quietly without any anger.

One piece of crop after another, staggered in height, surrounding the ruins in green.

He walked towards the ruins with a suspicious look on his face and looked around with confusion.

I kept walking into the ruins and the surroundings were silent. I stopped unknowingly, looked around and felt at a loss.

A voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Why are you here?"

A shocked look turned around and saw Ma Liang appearing in the ruins with a hoe. He was darker than before, obviously sunny, but it seemed to be stronger.

The correspondent Xiaodou finally exhaled: "Are you a ghost?" Then he leaned against the shade of the wall beside him, pulled up the kettle and poured it into the cold.

"Why are you here?" Ma Liang walked lazily.

"Why did you say you are here? Platoon Leader Hu is like this?"

"Don't turn south all the time, look for it by the river."

"What are you doing with a hoe?"

"Does it matter? I'll take it as a pillow for a nap."

"..." Xiaodou was speechless.

After climbing the ridge and passing through the ditch, Xiaodou walked south. Unexpectedly, the first, second and third ranks of the Ninth row had to take turns to Qingshan Village to farm every day. No wonder those green crops were not deserted. According to Ma Liang, there was a permanent warning secret guard near the intersection of Lushuipu and Luoye Village to the east of Qingshan Village, and there was also a resident warning jail. The first, second and third ranks were also rotated. Even if you didn’t meet them in Qingshan Village, if you kept walking east, you wouldn’t be able to find the Ninth row because of your first time.

With his head shut, he walked through a large forest along a very inconspicuous forest path, and his vision suddenly became clear. The forest suddenly broke here, obviously artificially because the ground was full of tree roots and stumps left by logging, which were cut empty, and even some larger shrubs were not spared.

Opposite the large open area formed by the cutting is a lush riverside peninsula. It seems that the sound of knocking and smashing comes from the denseness of the peninsula, accompanied by a faint joke. It seems that this is the nine-row garrison station, because there are no living people in Qingshan Village except for nine-row garrisons.

Just as I was about to raise my foot and continue walking, a roar came from the opposite side of the open ground: "Stop!"

This sound... Mule! Xiaodou stared at the opposite side with wide eyes, and could not see anything except green and dense, so he replied loudly: Mule, is it you? I Xiaodou."

"It's been your boy."

"Then you still shout?"

"I'm idle, hehe..."

"..." After not seeing each other for a month, the people in these nine rows were very nervous!

After passing through the open ground, I finally saw a half-man tall building hidden in the green, a castle. The main body was dug into the ground, and the thick logs supported the corners, and the columns were also supported inside. The top was paved with logs and then the soil was covered again, like a large grave, covering the vegetation on the outside, and there were shooting observation holes in the east and west directions. According to the appearance scale, the internal area seemed to be quite large, at least a dozen square meters, which completely controlled the peninsula entrance.

When he arrived at the back of the castle, he didn't expect that there was a section of traffic trench connected to the peninsula, which was directly connected to the woods. Luo Fugui appeared lazily in the trench and smiled ugly at Xiaodou.

After passing through the traffic trench, a clearing was revealed. At the same time, four wooden houses and a small house made of earth and stone were scattered on the clearing. Shi Cheng led his men to build a new foundation in the middle, and the pickaxe was smashing hammers. The sounds heard outside came from this.

Xiaodou was a little stunned. Unexpectedly, Class 9 really planned to live in this deserted place. It was really ideal, and it was all crazy.

...

Xiaodou came here this time. First, it was necessary to determine the permanent location of the Ninth Route to establish a contact with the regiment headquarters. Second, it was necessary to ask whether the Ninth Route had any difficulties and whether the support from the regiment was needed. Third, it was to tell Hu Yi that the matter of materials entering the mountains had not been determined yet, because the source of materials had not been implemented for a long time. These three points were the purpose of his being sent by the regiment headquarters.

After talking to Hu Yi, he told Hu Yi that the second company commander Gao Yidao asked him to give the contact method and approximate location of the second company to Hu Yi, and at the same time asked him to turn the situation of the ninth row back to the second company. After all, Xiaodou took out a folded note. When he went to the teacher, Dr. Zhou asked him to bring this back, of course for Hu Yi.

On the east side of the peninsula, Hu Yi, wearing a shirt, sat under the shade of the tree and unfolded a note, with his handwriting leaping into his eyes:

Lanling wine, tulips, and jade bowls hold amber light. But the owner can get drunk with guests and don’t know where a foreign land is.

The four lines of poems about dragons and phoenixes dancing, such a sloppy momentum, naturally came from Dr. Zhou. The strong cheeks under the shade of the tree were unconsciously showing a knowing smile. Although I don’t know which ancient poor poem was written by this poem, it doesn’t matter. What’s important is to know that Dr. Zhou had no alcoholic drinks, and she wanted to drink. This free and easy alcoholic has such a simple requirement for happiness!

Slowly fold the paper, then tear it apart one by one, let go, and the white debris began to fly.

Looking up, the beach in the sun was dazzlingly bright and dazzling. The little girl's bellyband and shorts were wet around her petite body. She raised her braid and rushed into the rippling waves again, splashing water everywhere, enjoying the coolness happily, and tossing and turbulently in the river.

Li Xiang showed up behind Hu Yi with a wooden sign, handed over the sign, and handed over another piece of black charcoal and asked: "Squad leader, what you want, is it okay to be of such a big or small?"

Without saying a word, he took the wooden sign in his hand, picked up the charcoal, thought about it, and solemnly wrote two big black characters: Wine Station.

The soldiers of the Nine Platoon were idle and shouted to name the station. Hu Yi actually agreed. Later, everyone thought about it and decided to call this place "Nine Stations", which was simple and straightforward and easy to call, meaning the Nine Platoon Station.

Li Xiang held the sign and looked back. He also recognized some words, but he didn't understand why the "Nine Station" was written as "Wine Station" by the squad leader. He had a typo? Nine characters are not difficult to write. The squad leader seemed to know more words than himself, right? How could he make such a simple mistake? I can't figure it out! But Li Xiang's personality determined that he did not ask on the spot, and he could execute the orders. Anyway, the characters are the same and the pronunciation is the same, and there is no difference.

When I came to the only big tree in the middle of the open space, a nail, a hammer, and a few jingles, nailed the wooden sign to the thick tree trunk. The two large carbon black characters "Wine Station" looked extremely eye-catching, and the small riverside peninsula was named since then.

...

Among the mountains, six soldiers were marching. Looking closely, they could find that three of them were actually carrying swings. They were in the second squad of the Ninth Row.

Today, the third liner was on a turn to take care of the crops in Qingshan Village. Shicheng's first team stayed at the station to build a new house, while Liu Jianqiang's second liner was on the task that the third team was looking forward to all day long to shoot the gun.

Since Hu Yi investigated the construction of the Japanese artillery tower, he found that the construction speed was too fast, which was not a good thing. It would be fine if there were no tasks assigned by the political commissar. We must try to slow down the construction speed of the enemy. After meetings and discussions, we decided to take the method of shooting the black gun first.

The enemy is doing it all day and night. There is a high risk of harassment during the day and the enemy will chase it out, so harassment at night. There are also three shifts. Every day, before the sun sets, you will approach the construction site after dark. After it gets dark, you will shoot black guns on the construction site, forcing the enemy to stop work at night and extend its construction period.

Considering that the soldiers on shifts were too tired, the direction of Lushuipu was directly abandoned, and the construction of Luoye Village was the latest, so I grabbed here to greet him.

It was getting dark, and Liu Jianqiang led five soldiers to climb a mountain and began to observe in a hidden way.

Half of the cannon tower has been erected at the mountain pass, the first floor has been built, and the second floor has been built halfway. The cannon tower is quite large and it looks like it will be at least three floors high after completion. The civilians are busy around the cannon tower, moving stones and digging earth, and even the trenches around the cannon tower are almost formed.

There was only one class of the Japanese, but there was one company of the puppet army. The black guns of the Japanese for several days had made the Japanese learn from them. They all set up crooked machine guns to rest a while behind the artillery tower, and all the supervisors and sentry guards were handed over to the puppet army.

Liu Jianqiang put on his rifle and looked at it. He found that there were fewer puppet troops in front of the artillery tower and nearby, and most of them were huddling as far as possible. There were only a dozen people looking around, and they were also afraid, especially when they saw that it was going to dark.

A soldier came to Liu Jianqiang's side: "Squad leader, I'm going to fight this gun today, right?"

In addition to Class 9, the first, second and third rows are also rotated. Each class will only be one turn for three days. Class 1 has two guns with length and length, which is not comparable. Class 2 and Class 3 only have one long gun, so every time they come to shoot a black gun, it is also used for a turn for the new recruits to line up to satisfy their cravings.

As the squad leader, you have to think about the brothers. Liu Jianqiang handed the 38th Great Gallery to his subordinates and instructed: "It's okay to be aimed at it, your mind should not be hot, and your gun should not be fired until it gets dark. Do you understand?"

"I understand." The soldier happily took the gun.

After a while, several bonfires were burning around the artillery tower. The Japanese were really stubborn. So far, several of them were killed and injured by the black gun, but they still did their work every night. I wonder if they had issued some military orders and limited the construction period; or it was simply because the lives of the puppet army were worthless.

However, the situation today is a bit different. The outposts on the periphery have been withdrawn and the number of bonfires has increased. However, there are only a dozen puppet troops mingling among the crowd of civilians, wandering around and surveillance. The enemy has learned the essence, so it is really difficult to fight.

The soldier who was aiming at the target was sweating. Not to mention the distance between the target, he was still swaying in the crowd. Not to mention him, a rookie, even if he was a veteran, he would not dare to shoot this shot without being good at shooting. It would be too easy to hurt the civilians by mistake. All the civilians were forced compatriots. Can they make a move?

Liu Jianqiang finally understood that he was using the worker as a shield. How could he fight? He sighed deeply and whispered: "Stop shooting, take the gun."
Chapter completed!