Chapter 47: The War Begins

  After several days of performances, Yang Wei and his group temporarily settled down, but the atmosphere in the big courtyard became much more tense at this time. At this time, the big courtyard had completely become a place for gathering materials.

  Uncle Xia didn't have time to look for the installation of electric lights anymore, but since Uncle Xia had spoken once and Yang Wei saw that the generator's power generation was relatively stable, and also because in the big yard, the original Japanese-arranged wires hadn't been removed, so Yang Wei led people to inspect and repair them, then connected the electricity, and thus the night in the big yard became bright, even some work could be done at night.

  This was an emergency performance, and the notice said not to bring those two American devils together. Yang Wei felt that this opportunity had come, perhaps it was the last performance for the soldiers going to the front lines.

  After some arrangements, they set off. First, they handed over Hei Tom and Bai Billy to the care of Uncle Li and Uncle Wang. However, in Yang Wei's opinion, these two had already begun to enjoy their life in captivity. Apparently, they also knew that they were now prisoners of war. Being a prisoner in America wasn't shameful, and they quite liked this life with plenty of food and drink. Perhaps by the time the war ended, they would have gained a lot of weight. Especially now, in this place, they were in no danger at all, so this supervision was just a formality.

  Yang Wei and his team were fully armed, and they had changed into a new set of clothes. They were now wearing a type of training uniform. Why didn't Yang Wei design camouflage uniforms? He had thought about designing camouflage uniforms before, but when he was looking for dyes, he couldn't find suitable ones, so he gave up on the idea of making camouflage uniforms.

  Each person's equipment included a backpack, canteen, dry rations, and of course guns, with fifty rounds of ammunition issued to each person. At this time, their bullets were not loaded, but were wrapped in cloth bags and tied around their waists.

  The performance was held by the river, and when their show reached its most exciting moment, the order to set off was given. This was also a small trick of Yang Wei's, perhaps the commander was now hot-blooded and had forgotten to let Yang Wei and his men return, so they followed the army across the river and entered the neighboring country's territory.

  On October 21, the troops marched at night and entered a state of marching day and night, with little rest. Yang Wei and others found that these soldiers were wearing very few clothes, all thin cotton-padded jackets, which were obviously used for winter in the south. Every time they stopped to rest, the soldiers were frozen and shivering, so several soldiers would huddle together to warm each other up, perhaps only marching could make them feel some warmth.

  It's just like this, that the soldiers would forget about Yang Wei and his team's existence, while the little buddies were also very quiet, naturally they were also very excited in their hearts. Although this was the second time entering this land, the first time they just rushed through without carefully observing the surroundings, and besides, there weren't so many refugees walking on the road at that time.

  This time it's different, not only are there performances by Northern Dynasty soldiers welcoming the team on the roadside, but also refugees thronging the roads, even having friction with some retreating Northern Dynasty soldiers.

  There are also occasional air raids from planes, so the troops have to take cover by the side of the road from time to time. Sometimes they even pass through villages that are on fire and hear the wailing of northern civilians.

  At this time, Yang Wei educated his little friends not to have pity on these people. We are here to participate in the war and purely for the sake of participating in the war, without any other purpose.

  "Weizi, this is too slow, isn't it? Why don't we do what we did last time and move forward a bit faster?" Xia Xue was getting anxious now. This marching, marching, when would they finally get to fight? And they were still at the back of the queue.

  "Alright, let's speed up and head up the mountain." With Yang Wei's order, they left the main road and rushed into a small mountain path. Their speed immediately increased, but they missed the opportunity to meet with the commander-in-chief of this battle.

  "Li Da, search for our radio signal and listen to their conversations at all times, see what arrangements they have." At this time, Yang Wei had already taken over the command of this small devil team, which was also agreed upon beforehand. In the headquarters, Xia Xue was in charge, but once they arrived at the front line, Yang Wei took over, and Xia Xue was also panicked, not knowing what to do, so she handed over the command to Yang Wei.

  Yang Wei knew that the battle was about to start when he found many wounded soldiers in the retreating Northern Dynasty army. He took out the two radios he had brought with him and let Xiaodong and Lida each carry one. The two radios, which all his companions could use, were naturally given to Xiaodong and Lida due to their different divisions of labor. Xiaodong was the communication team leader, and Lida, as the intelligence team leader, should have had a radio to use.

  "Captain, we received the call, you listen." Li Da reported to Yang Wei, "Dongyao dongyao, I am Dongya, I am Dongya. We are number seven, not in your place, dongyao dongyao, I am Dongya, number seven is not in your place."

  "This is a call to find someone, 'Dongyao Dongyao, we have discovered the enemy in front of us, please instruct, please instruct.' 'Captain, look over there,' Yingzi pointed to a distant mountain peak and a distant valley path."

  In the distant mountain top is our side's troops lying in wait, while in the valley below are the Southern Dynasty's troops, this was seen before when they came last time with such attire.

  It seems that our team was ambushing the southern dynasty's team, but at this time, our team couldn't find their seventh commander. Yang Wei didn't know what position their seventh commander held either, maybe a regimental commander or a division commander, but Yang Wei thought it was more likely to be a regimental commander. This matter really made one want to smile wryly - a regimental commander had actually left the command center before the battle started and gone who-knows-where.

  "Captain, look at that team. Why isn't anyone shooting at them?" In the valley below, a mechanized unit was advancing, but the soldiers lying in ambush above did not open fire. However, it soon became clear from the radio what the reason was.