The river was getting shallower, and Tang Cheng finally went to the opposite bank with Liu Shi on his back, but before Tang Cheng could relax, several people walking in front of him were already lying in the muddy water. "There is a dead man" Lao Dongbei, who was lying in the front, sent back the words, and didn't care about putting on his pants, Tang Cheng took back his shell gun from Hou San, and crawled forward with both hands and feet. Just like what they had seen on the other side of the river before crossing the river, the corpses that appeared in front of them were all dressed as civilians, but Tang Cheng didn't think that these corpses were real people.

"What to do?" Lao Dongbei was lying on his back in the muddy water, looking at Tang Cheng while wearing his pants. Bullet holes were found on the banks of the river, indicating that there had been a real fight. Judging by the appearance of these corpses, it must be the guerrillas who are active in this area, and the one who killed these guerrillas must be the Japanese army, maybe it was the Japanese squad that shelled them just now.

"Let's go, let's find a place to warm up first." Tang Cheng also learned from the old Northeast, and put on his pants first in a trembling manner, his two legs had already been blistered by the river and unconscious. Hou San, who volunteered, had already rushed out, he had to find a high point to observe the surrounding terrain first, and then he could find a suitable place to stay, it was too dangerous to stay by the river.

The night of December came much earlier than Tang Cheng imagined, and after lighting a fire and drying his clothes in the leeward hollow that Hou San found, Tang Cheng felt that the sky had already darkened before he had gone far, and then a little starlight appeared in the night sky. The starlight in the first half of the night was still clear, and Tang Cheng followed the steps of his companions carefully, and after crossing a flat field, a relatively sudden steep slope followed. Vaguely seeing that the position of the dice head in front of him was rapidly decreasing, Tang Cheng was prepared in advance, consciously lowered the center of gravity of his body, and went down the slope as quickly as possible cautiously. The feeling of softness under my feet suddenly became stronger, and the murmuring of the river was close at hand, should I wade across the river again?

Compared with the vast winter fields on the outskirts of Beiping, the winter south of the Yangtze River is relatively mild, but the temperature at night still makes Tangcheng shiver. Even if the river is not wide, you can wade through the water in two or three minutes, and your shoes and pants that are wet with water will test your will and your limbs' ability to resist cold and frost for a long time to come. Tang Cheng, who had already experienced a wading across the river, couldn't help but show bitterness on his face, when he crossed the river with Liu Shishi, if it weren't for the help of Dice and Hou San, I am afraid that he would have fallen into the cold and biting river with Liu Shishi.

Looking at the old northeast in front of them, they continued to walk forward without hesitation, Tang Cheng secretly comforted himself in his heart and said: That's it, that's it, anyway, the body is still not dry or wet, and the full wet is a pleasure. Hearing the sound of rushing water when the dice in front of him waded and walked, Tang Cheng couldn't help but clench the rifle that originally belonged to Liu Shishi with both hands, gritted his teeth, and stepped down to the riverbed. Soon additional resistance was felt under the feet, and a palpable chill was transmitted to the feet through the leather surface of the shoes. With the quality of the military shoes on Tang Cheng's feet, it will leak even if it flows through shallow water, let alone such a river.

As the sense of resistance increased, the cold and biting river water finally invaded from the cuff of the shoe, and Tang Cheng could even clearly feel the coldness spreading down his calves, ankles, the surface of his feet, and then the soles of his feet.

The taste of soaking feet in ice water was unspeakably bitter, but whether it was Liu Shishi or Hou San, who had leg cramps before, they were silent, one followed the other closely, trying to maintain their body balance without making too much water noise. The river spilled from the calf to the knee, and then continued up to the thigh, and just as Tang Cheng began to worry secretly, the river began to become shallow, and the obstruction to the leg also decreased. Although crossing the river was such a process, Tang Cheng's mood relaxed as the water level dropped. The good times didn't last long, and the cool breeze of the night blew, and the legs soaked by the river water then produced a feeling of being frozen, and also "sucked" the heat from other parts of the body. By the time he walked onto the riverbank, Tang Cheng's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart, God, how can you survive these days!

The slope of the opposite bank of the river was roughly the same, and without the interference of the enemy, the old northeast who was walking in front of them slipped and fell one after another, and even Tang Cheng himself was not spared. This can be objectively understood as the military shoes were soaked by the river and the soles of the shoes slipped, but in fact, it was caused by everyone's legs being soaked in the river water and losing consciousness. "Don't dare to light the fire now, it's dark, the fire can reveal our location, if there are devil soldiers here, we will be in trouble."

After going ashore, after walking thirty or forty meters, he entered a tree field, and Tang Cheng began to wonder how the terrain here was like this, why there must be woodland where there was a river? From the beginning of entering the woods, Lao Dongbei in front of him deliberately slowed down, shaking his legs and feet as he walked, as if he wanted to shake the water off his pants. Although they did not find danger, Lao Dongbei and Hou San, who were at the forefront, still raised their guns frequently, so that Tangcheng, who had been shelled by the Japanese army and crossed the river twice, was like frightened birds.

Holding the Japanese army's 38 rifles, Tang Cheng and Liu Shishi behind him followed behind Lao Dongbei and Hou San in a straggler formation. The silence in the woodland made everyone move their feet carefully, and they knew in their hearts that they might encounter danger if they took the next step. This forest is like an endless sea, half an hour has passed, and then another half hour, Tang Cheng's legs and feet have become numb and dull unconsciously, but he still can't see the open space at the end of the woods.

The physical exhaustion and mental tension couldn't help but remind Tang Cheng of the battle during the day, if they had been sheltered by the woodland when they were shelled by the Japanese during the day, maybe they would have been chased and killed by the Japanese team. Tang Cheng's mind subconsciously remembered Nanshan Village and Yan Hongjiao, the Japanese army team that shelled them chased the big car along the road, would they chase all the way to Nanshan Village? If the Japanese squad attacked Nanshan Village, I don't know if the guerrillas under Yan Hongjiao could stop it, but Tang Cheng would be sure that the guerrillas would not be able to stop the attack of the Japanese squad.

After walking through the woods for a long time at an almost walking pace, Tang Cheng, who had gradually adapted to it, was not plagued by deep fatigue as he was when he retreated, but became more and more sober. The concealed night walker can't blindly pursue speed, in case they bump into the Japanese army unprepared, their only 6 people are not enough to stuff the other party's teeth. Walking and walking, Lao Dongdong, who was walking in the front, finally slowed down and stopped, and Tang Cheng, who was following behind, soon stopped as well.

Tang Cheng didn't lean over and ask Lao Dongbei why he stopped, but clenched the rifle in his hand and watched into the dark behind him and listened to the movement. Hou San, who was carrying a rifle in one hand, trotted from the front, walked to Lao Dongbei's side and whispered in a low voice. After listening, Lao Dongbei did not nod or shake his head, but waved his arm and stepped forward, and the stragglers moved again, only to see that everyone deliberately slowed down with the speed of Lao Northeast, not only the footsteps were particularly light, but everyone's posture was particularly cautious.

Tang Cheng also bowed his head and bent down in the same way as his companions, and at this time there was no obvious light source in front of him, but the naked eye could still feel the change in light. After walking about a hundred meters, Tang Cheng and the others finally saw the edge of the woods, Hou San was already squatting beside the trees, listening attentively to the movement in front of them. Old Northeast stopped again, leaving the people behind him to stop at a distance of ten or twenty meters from the edge of the woods, and walked forward alone.

Seeing that Lao Dongbei walked to Hou San, who was squatting next to the tree, Tang Cheng also walked over with a rifle, and from Tang Cheng's position, the fields outside the woods were covered with a dull silver-gray, and there were no village buildings as far as the eye could see, and it was impossible to tell if there were roads in the fields. Suddenly, Tang Cheng put down the gun and took out the map from the leather bag he was carrying diagonally, the starlight was not enough for him to distinguish the lines on the map, so he squatted down and beckoned to Lao Dongbei and Hou San.

Lao Dongbei and Hou San quickly leaned over to untie their clothes and pulled them open with their hands, bending down in the face of Tang Cheng, thus forming a rough semi-encirclement. Tang Cheng, who was squatting in the woodland, put the map on his lap, took out a match from his arm to keep it dry, used six matches in a row to check the map, and then got up and observed the tree next to him for a moment, and then put away the map and matches.

Tang Cheng, who thinks he has a good sense of direction, has long been difficult to distinguish between things after walking in the woods for so long, but Tang Cheng, who has followed Robert since he was a child, has learned the means to distinguish north and south from the growth of trees. According to the mark on the map of the captured Japanese army, Tangcheng's current location should be in Xiacun, if the direction he just identified is correct, continue south along Xiacun, which is Huangsha Town. After whispering to Lao Dongbei for a while, Tang Cheng and the others all took steps to march out of the woodland at the first time.

Their speed was still very slow, and their backs were bent like shrimp as they walked out of the woods, and the grim and apprehensive emotions were like a group of ghosts terrified of the sun, and they were full of uneasiness as soon as they left the shelter. Holding the 38 rifle horizontally in both hands, Tang Cheng, who was following behind Lao Dongbei, bent over at a large angle, and this posture only lasted for a moment before he felt a pain in his lower back. If he wants to keep it up for a long time, he thinks it's better to climb with a dog that uses both hands and feet. Even so, he still looked up at the empty field with his own eyes. The dead grass has long been buried in ice, snow and mud, and the cold wind is blowing, and the world is a fixed scene.