After fighting for a while, Wu Ming decisively issued an order to retreat and retreated from the battlefield one by one. Under the cover of the darkness, a group of people disappeared into the woods with their arms and ammunition on their backs.

"Replenish the ammunition, leave the rest to the Mad Horse." Wu Ming thought it was safer, so he stopped and threw the machine gun on the ground, breathing a sigh of relief.

The crazy horse and the bald man looked at each other, unable to hide their joy. The harvest was too great at this moment. The machine gun alone carried four out of the bunker, and his own few people could be shot by one.

"Hiss Wang, you are so generous." The crazy horse gave in: "Why don't you change into two machine guns, it's so satisfying to fight this game!"

Wu Ming smiled and shook his head, pointed at his subordinates, and said, "They all have their own weapons. You should keep these things yourself. Find a place to hide them first. You can't move them away. As for these explosives, I'm not polite."

"You are too polite." Kuangma couldn't even close his mouth. He looked around for a while and said to the bald man: "Second, isn't there a grave over there? Let's hide the things in the grave cave first!"

"Okay." The bald man was covered with guns, and then he picked up the machine gun greedily, and walked forward with difficulty.

Wu Ming waved to his subordinates, "Everyone brings some explosives and then help them."

In a short while, three boxes of explosives and some detonator fuses were loaded into their backpacks by more than a dozen people, and then everyone helped the Makuma transport all the weapons and ammunition into a collapsed grave hole and covered it.

"His wife Wang, are you going to take people away now?" Kuangma wiped the sweat from his head and asked reluctantly.

"Yes!" Wu Ming reached out and patted the strong shoulder of the crazy horse, "Take care, use your brain more when encountering things. You don't have to be real swords and guns when working with the Japanese. You are familiar with the railway. Even if you put a few stones on the railway tracks, the Japanese train will stop. N."

"I understand." Kuangma was a little moved and looked up at Wu Ming, "Take care too. If you have something to do, please inform us. Have you recorded the contact location?"

"Remember." Wu Ming nodded and indulged in a little worriedly, "The Japanese suffered a great loss this time and will definitely not give up. You should be more restrained during this period, so don't attract too much attention."

After walking far away, Wu Mingou could still see the crazy horses and bald man standing on the grave when he turned around. He couldn't help but nod. Whenever the country was in danger and the nation was in danger, the most admirable thing was the people who were originally at the bottom of society standing up and fighting. It was these millions of ordinary people who were the backbone of China. The achievements of those great heroes were based on the corpses of these unknown heroes. But they were just lucky.

"Xia Wang, the fixed contact time every day is coming soon. Do you see if you want the team to stop for a while?" Han Han walked to Wu Ming and said softly.

"You want to send a report?" Wu Ming asked in confusion. Usually, Han Han turned on the radio at a fixed time. He answered the possible orders, why did he ask for instructions today?

"Yes. I want to report today's battle situation to the superiors." Han Han replied: "For such a great result, the superiors should know about it. This is also good for them." While saying that, he glanced at the female soldiers next to him.

"How long will it take?" Wu Ming thought for a moment and asked with his head raised.

"It's half an hour!" Han Han estimated and answered truthfully: "Even if the Japanese can detect it, there is no way to chase after it in such a short time."

"Although the Japanese cannot catch up in a short time, they can judge the direction of our actions." Wu Ming frowned, "This will inevitably have an adverse impact on our actions. Is there only such a contact time in a day?"

"No, in addition to five in the morning, there is also eight in the evening, and you can contact us once within three days." Han Han was a little hesitant when he heard Wu Ming say this. He was kind-hearted, but if it affected Wu Ming's Showa Ri action, it would be more than worth the loss.

"Then I'll send a report tonight." Wu Ming thought for a moment, and then made a decision. "Everyone changed direction and made a detour to the west of the county town. After sending the telegram in the early morning tomorrow, he would move towards Handan again. Even if the Japanese detect the signal, they would not judge our specific direction of action."

Be careful, no big mistakes. Even if you run more roads, it is definitely worth it to ensure safety.

Not long after Wu Ming led his troops to evacuate the battlefield, the nearby Japanese patrol team and the joint defense team that maintained the meeting rushed over, looking at the burning carriages and corpses in the fields, they were dumbfounded. It took a long time to find the water source, put out the fire in the branches, and search for the wounded Japanese soldiers in the wreckage.

"Boom boom boom..." An armored vehicle roaring towards the subway drove quickly along the rails. Okamura Keino looked at the scene that was flashing rapidly outside with a gloomy face, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Such a major accident happened just as the new siege began, which really made the spy chief depressed. After all, the county town was temporarily safe. Unexpectedly, the enemy would attack the railway again. The train carrying weapons and ammunition had an accident, but the impact was too great. Once the front line failed, the responsibility would undoubtedly fall on them. Moreover, after the report on the phone, the Six-Hole Railway Bridge was also seriously damaged. If this is the case, even if it is built in the shortest time, it will definitely affect the delivery of materials to the south, which will trigger a series of chain reactions.

It was a headache. Okamura Keiyo held the command knife tightly in both hands, and wanted to vent a few times. He barely suppressed the urge to go wild in his heart. Okamura raised his head and said unhappily: "Can't you be faster? I'll arrive at the scene of the accident earlier and get first-hand information."
Chapter completed!