The last ray of sunset disappeared on the western horizon. The plains darkened, the fields darkened, Xiaojiao Village darkened, and the curtain of night was slowly transitioning across the sky above.
No one dared to believe that this was true. They looked up hard and could already see sparse stars shining faintly in the sky before the darkness.
The courtyard had sunk into the darkness before night, and everything began to become blurry. Hu Yi sat on a sack in the middle of the courtyard, silently took off the bayonet on the muzzle of the gun, wiped it repeatedly on the surface of the sack, and put it into the scabbard behind his waist.
Along with the sound of slow footsteps, a beautiful silhouette appeared and stood a few meters away from him. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, he knew it was still her.
"What do you think?" she asked in a low voice and a light tone.
Hu Yi placed the rifle across his knees, raised his head and calmly replied, "I have no opinion."
"From noon till now, there has been no shelling, no serious attack. Don't you think this is all abnormal?"
"It doesn't matter. I don't care. I only do what I want to do and what I should do."
Su Qing's breathing became a little heavier: "There is no reason for them to let us go so easily. We shouldn't be alive until now. This is probably a conspiracy."
"What kind of conspiracy do you think it is?"
"I don't know. Anything is possible. Among them... or... they don't want to increase casualties, so they are lying in ambush on the periphery. Of course, I... don't understand military affairs. I think... I just... hope you will pay attention and remind you."
Hu Yi was silent for a while, and finally understood what Su Dayu was up to. It seemed that she must have heard Runny Nose and Ma Liang say that she was in a bad condition and decided to break out to the north. She was worried about whether she was still normal and whether her judgment was flawed, so she asked: "Did Runny Nose and Ma Liang come to you to tell you about my breakout plan?"
Su Qing didn't answer.
"I did have a headache, so I didn't explain it to them in detail, I just assigned them the task. But I can tell you now that I know that choosing to break out to the north is likely to be predicted by the Japanese. The biggest reason I chose this direction is not to get away from the county town, but to the river in the north. As long as we cross the river, we will be halfway to success, which will leave us plenty of time to escape."
"But... if the Japanese guessed right, there must be a heavy blockade on the north side, right? The river is not close, how is it possible..." Although the questions came from Su Qing's mouth, they were the same as what Ma Liang muttered when assigning the task.
"Li Xiang has three chemical bombs in his hand. If there are really heavy enemy troops outside the northern perimeter, then we will compete with them to see who has a stronger will. Whoever dares to walk on the edge of the cliff will survive. Let fate decide who can rush out alive."
At this point, Su Qing finally confirmed that Hu Yi's military heart was still there, and he was as calm and ruthless as ever. He was still himself. Subconsciously touching the bag containing the gas mask, Su Qing suddenly understood why he gave the mask to her for safekeeping.
Her heart suddenly became very complicated, she couldn't explain what she felt, and even a sense of happiness that someone cared about her emerged inexplicably. This was impossible. She couldn't accept it, no matter what. She wanted to use all her will to smash and trample on that sense of happiness, even if it meant breaking her heart.
The beautiful figure suddenly turned around and prepared to leave in a hurry.
He seemed to have sensed what she was going to do, and suddenly said, "You can only use that."
"Someone needs it more." Her back was cold as she stopped, and her tone was also cold.
"who?"
"The wounded."
"If you give it to the wounded, then I will order the wounded to cover their retreat." His tone was light, but it left no room for doubt.
"You—" She immediately became angry and turned around again.
"I am responsible for everyone." His tone remained unchanged, his hands leisurely resting on both ends of the gun body across his knees.
She gritted her teeth, stared at him hatefully in the dark for a few seconds, then turned around angrily and walked towards the backyard.
At this time, in a dark corner of the courtyard, three heads were standing in a row from top to bottom, secretly looking at the back of Hu Yi who was sitting in the middle of the courtyard.
Luo Fugui whispered, "Look, I told you that Boss Hu was fine. Now you believe me, don't you?"
"You shameless bastard! If it weren't for that old mouth of yours that never stops chattering, would Ma Liang and I have to go look for Su Yushi?" The voice belonged to Liu Jianqiang.
Ma Liang was about to say something when he accidentally spotted four shadows in the dim moonlight at the corner of the wall. He couldn't help but wonder, "Why is there one more?"
"What's one more?"
"Shadow, you two can take a look for yourselves."
"Oh my god--" Luo Fugui suddenly yelled.
Plop—splash, oh my god—
The people standing in the corners who were looking out from all directions fell to the ground. There was a mess. Then Shi Cheng screamed in pain: "Stop, stop, it's me, it's me, oh my..."
"Get away from me!" Hu Yi's voice finally rang out in the yard.
A crescent moon rose higher and higher, and more than a dozen figures stood quietly in a row in the courtyard.
"Have you completed everything I asked you to prepare?" Hu Yi asked.
Shi Cheng replied: "Everything that could be used as a float was turned out and used, and two simple rafts were also built."
"Remember, this poison gas won't kill you right now, so don't panic or lose your direction."
Everyone nodded.
Several people in Class Nine had experienced this, but Shi Cheng and the others didn't understand it, so Hu Yi had to remind them again before leaving.
The seriously injured soldier of the first squad did not survive until dark and died. The two lightly injured soldiers were not expected to affect the operation. Now, including Su Qing and No. 21, there were a total of 16 people. Hu Yi temporarily split up the first squad and divided all the personnel into three groups. The first group consisted of Liu Jianqiang and Ma Liang, and four soldiers from the first squad, a total of six people. Liu Jianqiang was the leader and was the front team, responsible for the assault.
The second group consisted of Luo Fugui, Wu Shitou, Su Qing, No. 21, and three other soldiers from the first squad carrying two small rafts for floating across the river, a total of seven people. Luo Fugui was the team leader, following behind the first group to expand the firepower, and Wu Shitou was secretly given the order by Hu Yi to follow Su Qing closely.
There were only three people in Group 3, Hu Yi, Li Xiang and Shi Cheng, who were the rear team. Li Xiang was supposed to be assigned to Group 2, but Hu Yi had to personally master the timing of using chemical bombs, so he kept Li Xiang by his side.
Except for the machine gunner Luo Fugui and the oddball Wu Shitou, everyone else sheathed their bayonets, carried their rifles on their backs, and used box guns.
Now that it was dark, everything was different. Although there were only sixteen people, the intensity of the fire assault was considerable. Hu Yi expected that even in the worst case scenario, he was confident that one third of the ninth platoon would survive and cross the river.
The breakout began, and three groups of people quietly slipped out of the compound one after another and started heading north.
Unexpectedly, the enemies in the north were also armed with Mauser pistols. They were scattered in small numbers and seemed to be few in number. They were blocking the wall across the yard and firing indiscriminately.
Liu Jianqiang crouched down and slid along the wall to rush to the front, with a pistol in his right hand and a grenade in his left hand, biting his lip and frowning. He had already passed two alleys, and only heard gunshots around him, but no bullets flying. Why did it feel like they were attacking the detective team? Up to now, none of the team had fired a shot.
In this case, it is just right. Liu Jianqiang walked faster and faster in front and heard Ma Liang shouting behind him: "The situation is too strange, be careful"
"Breakout, of course, must be fast"
"That's not your way of speed. You'll just make the team longer and longer."
"I am the team leader now, and you can only take charge after I die."
In the blink of an eye, they had already left the village. The first group didn't fire a single shot, and the second group behind them naturally didn't fire easily. In the end, even Hu Yi and the other three ran out. The gunshots in the village were still ringing, and it was a mess. How could this law-abiding group be other than the detective team
The arrow-shaped team entered the open area north of Xiaojiao Village under the dim moonlight. Everyone's heart began to lift from then on, and now they were facing a crisis. However, the speed of advancement did not slow down at all, all thanks to Liu Jianqiang, the daring and daring forward, who did not advance at the search speed at all, but simply ran with his head down.
In fact, he is not reckless, but has his own ideas. In short, it can be summed up in one word:
There is no way to retreat after breaking out. No matter what is ahead, it is better to get out early than to know it late. Even if you are the first one to be shot, the people behind you will benefit from it. If you are lucky enough to break directly into the enemy's defense line, then all the grenades can be delivered over. His idea is that simple.
It was like a dream. When everyone saw the night reflected on the water, they still couldn't believe it was real. They stood in the woods by the river, looking at the quiet river and bending over to breathe heavily. It was not until Hu Yi ran into the woods and whispered the order to cross the river that they remembered that they were breaking out. Was this a breakout? Was this a breakout
Two small rafts were put into the water. A group of six people waded into the river first, grabbed the edge of the rafts and soaked in the water, paddling towards the north bank. People began to cross the river in batches.
Su Qing raised her face and looked at the moon. The moon was dim and crescent, and the cold light sprinkled on her beautiful face. She was thinking beautifully: Is this a conspiracy? What is behind the night
Hu Yi half-knelt in the grass beside the woods, staring calmly at the night behind him. This was not the expected result at all. Was this the favor of fate? Does fate know how to have mercy
The oil lamp on the table was shining brightly, emitting a faint black smoke.
In the antique house, a woman with rouge on her face sat at the table, trimming her nails by the lamp. She blew on the tabletop casually and asked in dissatisfaction through a door nearby: "What are you dawdling about, you little bitch? Are you done yet?"
After a while, the door creaked and opened halfway, and a small figure reluctantly came out from inside the door.
A pair of black shoes embroidered with mandarin ducks, purple pants that glowed under the light, and a red-bottomed jacket covered with white flowers. Her hair was a little messy, just washed and not dry. She looked like she was used to braiding her hair. She pulled the hair hanging around her face to her ears unnaturally, raised her bright eyes slightly, and secretly looked at the stunned woman at the table, then lowered her head and used her small hands to tear the corners of her clothes awkwardly.
Plop—
The guy who fell off the bench sat on the floor, wiped his saliva, and hurriedly got up again.
The woman finally regained her composure. She tilted her head, glared at the waiter and said, "Get out of here, you good-for-nothing." Then she looked up and down in the light. The more she looked, the happier she became. Her rouge-colored face smiled like a peony.
"Tsk tsk—my little darling, I really picked up a treasure. She was born to be a top girl. How can she be used as a maid? It is a sin to squander a gift from heaven." The woman patted the bench beside her: "Come, sit down, Jin Ma will comb your hair myself."
The little girl shrugged her shoulders, as if she was not used to the new clothes. She scratched the back of her head vigorously, walked to the table with three steps, leaned against the table, poured herself a cup of cold tea, drank it in two gulps, raised her sleeve to wipe her mouth, then sat down next to the woman, tilted her neck and asked in confusion: "Mother Jin, what is the top brand you just mentioned?"
The peony flower that was blooming on the woman's face just now has long since withered, and now it has turned into a head full of black lines. She sighed and said helplessly: "Pretend I didn't say anything, let's... comb your hair first."
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