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Chapter 360, The Fear of the Japanese Army
"Mashiko-kun, this is the sake I entrusted someone to bring from China, please use it."

In the Japanese-style tatami private room, the garrison commander of Yinshan County, Matsuda Ichiro, is entertaining his Kawasaki fellow Mashiko Shigeo.

Although they belong to the same sequence, they haven't seen each other for a long time because they each have their own responsibilities.

Mashiko Shigeo drank his cup in one gulp and shook his head imperceptibly.

Matsuda Ichiro saw this scene, and he asked with concern: "Is there something wrong with this wine?"

"Not really."

Mashiko Shigeo smiled apologetically: "Matsuda-kun, the sake is very authentic. It's just that recently I like Fenjiu from China, and the sake seems bland."

Matsuda Ichiro smiled relieved, everyone has different hobbies.China has a vast land and abundant resources and has a long history, and has developed a brilliant civilization.

He still likes to drink sake, and it doesn't prevent him from liking Zhina's fine porcelain.

The two exchanged cups and cups, and when talking about the recent situation, it inevitably brought up the military.

Mashiko Shigeo asked: "Some time ago, I heard that two strongholds near here were attacked, and all six checkpoints were destroyed. Do you know who did it?"

"It's not clear yet."

Matsuda Ichiro expressed his shame that they did not capture any enemy prisoners.

And this group of enemies seemed to have no intention of staying, and ran away after hitting. His subordinates have not yet found any clues to prove the identity of the enemy.

It was another unprovable unsolved case, so he had no choice but to push the killed subordinates to the guerrillas.

"I just happen to know."

Mashiko Shigeo flaunts the truth in front of his old friends.

According to the information he got, it was done by the Xinyi Regiment of the th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army. This Eighth Route Army unit was transferred to Zhongtiao Mountain and passed through here.

The checkpoints set up by the imperial army happened to block the way forward, so there was such a commotion.

Matsuda Ichiro suddenly realized: "I see, Mashiko-kun, your intelligence is much better than mine."

He had also heard of the reputation of the Xinyi Regiment of the th Brigade.Confronting the Sakata Alliance head-on, using despicable means to kill Sakata Dazuo, highlighted the encirclement.

Fortunately, I just passed by here. If I stopped here, Ichiro Matsuda would not be able to sleep.

"Yi Zijun, I respect you."

Matsuda Ichiro toasted a glass of wine, picked up the small pot and refilled the wine and asked, "How about the investigation you accompanied Yamashita, will Taro Tanaka be punished?"

Mashiko Shigeo said: "His support was not timely, resulting in the death of nearly imperial troops. The situation cannot withstand investigation, but we have no evidence for the problem.

He is a smart man. As soon as Yamashita sent a report to him, Taro Tanaka immediately followed suit and applied to be transferred to the second line. He was transferred to the headquarters by his superiors to take up a idle position. "

"What a lucky fellow."

Matsuda Ichiro sighed from the bottom of his heart.

If he was given tangible evidence, he could at least be convicted of dereliction of duty in a military court.

"Yeah, he's lucky, and he will be able to go home for the elderly in two years." Mashiko Shigeo said.

Matsuda Ichiro took a bite of the rice ball, chewed and nodded: "Although it may not be appropriate for me to say this, as a soldier, it is a great blessing to be able to return home alive and have a good death."

In the past few years, the Eighth Route has become more and more rampant. Except that the city is safer, once you go to the countryside,

It is about to face the landmines that were planted without knowing when, and the guerrillas that suddenly appeared to fight coldly.

This kind of day that people need to be frightened all the time makes everyone's nerves tense.The morale of the imperial soldiers also declined to the extreme.

Matsuda had also heard about the strength of the Eighth Route Army occupying the Zhongtiao Mountain area.

A few months ago, the imperial army mobilized more than 2 people to encircle and suppress with great fanfare, trying to drive away or eliminate the eight roads, but thousands of people were killed or injured if the goal was not achieved.

The imperial army fought against the 10,000+ central army and fought for a month, but they did not suffer such heavy losses.

The impregnable mountain city changed hands overnight, most of the garrison was wiped out, and none of the commanders could escape.

Ichiro Matsuda also felt the mentality of Taro Tanaka.

Is that going to the rescue?

Once ambushed by the Eighth Route, it would be like dying.

If the same thing happened to him, he might have to be more careful, lest he be ambushed by the Eighth Route Army halfway.

Instead of being terrified all day, it is better to let go of power and go to Taiyuan to live a stable life.

It is impossible for the Eighth Route Army to dare to attack Taiyuan.

Mashiko Shigeo was very surprised to hear about his old friend's depressed attitude.

He comforted: "The garrison has thousands of people, and there are thousands of garrison troops of the Imperial Association Army, this force can already be called strong.

You still have a strong city to hold on to.If Balu dares to come, he will definitely be beaten to death, so don't worry too much. "

"It's the Eighth Route Army except Zhongtiaoshan." Matsuda Ichiro emphasized.

The fall of the mountain city left a deep impression on him, and he was even more afraid of the Eight Routes there.

"Fortunately, Yinshan County is far away from Zhongtiao Mountain, and the Eighth Route there should not be too far away to trouble me."

There is a bit of self-deprecation in his words, and it is a shame to be afraid of the enemy.

But who is not afraid of a powerful enemy!
Matsuda Ichiro picked up the wine glass and took a sip of dull wine, his mood became more and more depressed.

Mashiko Shigeo knew that no amount of comforting words would help.

Only by destroying the head of the Eighth Route Army in Zhongtiao Mountain, destroying the Eighth Route Army there, and trampling the enemy under their feet, can the curse and fear in the hearts of the imperial soldiers be broken.

……

After getting the desired information from Wang Xia, an old-fashioned plan gradually appeared in Yuan Lang's mind.

The plan is not about being old-fashioned or old-fashioned, the important thing is that it works.

His mood relaxed a lot, and after eating, he went to the yard to play with the fellow children.

The little boy looked about three or four years old, with a tiger head and a tiger head.

Yuan Lang squatted down and took out two candies from his pocket, "Little friend, how old are you?"

The little boy gnawed his thumb, thought for a while and replied, "I'm five years old, and I'll be six years old after Chinese New Year."

From Yuan Lang's point of view, the little boy seemed to be malnourished, so he looked thinner.

He passed the candy over: "This is chocolate candy, it's sweet, try it."

The little boy stepped forward, looked at Yuan Lang with pure eyes, and then at his father standing not far behind him, before picking up the chocolate candy.

"Hey wait..."

Seeing that the little boy was about to stuff the candy into his mouth without removing the wrapping paper, Yuan Lang hurriedly stopped him,
Demonstrated the correct way to peel off the candy paper, and fed the chocolate candy to the little boy.

The chocolate candy melted in the mouth, and the sweet taste was refreshing. The little boy suddenly closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes blinked.

"Delicious, right?"

"Delicious." The little boy nodded seriously.

Yuan Lang took out a handful from his pocket, and carefully put the chocolate candies into the pocket of the little boy's clothes one by one.

The hostess who came out of the cubicle was quite embarrassed when she saw this, and grabbed the little boy's hand: "How can you take other people's things?"

Even though she saw that it was offered by others, the down-to-earth hostess still educates her children not to just take what others give her.

Yuan Lang smiled and said, "Children, don't be too strict. At this age, you should be carefree."

"Say thank you, Uncle."

The hostess shook the child's hand, and the little boy raised his head and blinked his eyes: "Thank you uncle."

Is it that old?

Obviously a handsome big brother.

Yuan Lang smiled reluctantly, turned his head to thank the hostess, and thanked the family for their hospitality.

He could tell that this family was not rich, and the meal they were entertained just now was definitely something rare to eat during Chinese New Year.

Otherwise the child would not look malnourished.

Yuan Lang asked: "How many acres of land has your family planted, and how is the harvest this year?"

The male owner who was smoking dry cigarettes looked like an honest man at first glance, but when he heard that the Eighth Route Army at home asked about the field, he opened up the chatterbox.

"The family planted eight acres of land, six acres of dry land and two acres of mountainous land. This year, there was little rain, and the drought was so severe that the harvest was not good."

Yuan Lang nodded slightly. This is not the first family he asked about. This year is dry, which is generally the case.

Coupled with the constant fighting everywhere, the crops in the farmland have been damaged a lot, and this year's grain harvest is doomed.

"What percentage of the Japanese harvest is this year?"

"Seventy percent, the rest of the food must be hungry." The male owner smoked even more fiercely, as if this could resolve the hatred in his heart.

The yield of dry land is not high. Even with the use of chemical fertilizers provided by the Japanese, the yield of millet is only 450 to catties per mu, and the yield of corn is a little higher, to catties.

Calculated on the basis of an average yield of catties per mu, catties of ten mu of land, leaving only % is catties.

There are five people in this fortress family, the child's parents and grandparents.

On average, it is three hundred catties per person, which is not enough for one catty per day.Isn't it just hungry?

There is definitely no meat, eggs and milk. At most, we go to pick wild vegetables, pick leaves and dig bark.

There are too many hungry people, so you have to act quickly, otherwise others will finish digging it first.

Yuan Lang didn't continue to ask any more questions, he felt that if he asked again, he would be exposing someone's scars.

If you want the common people to live a good life, the first thing you have to do is drive the Japanese away.

Afterwards...it is up to the great man to think about it, and there is no need for him to think about it.

He took out five oceans from his pocket and put them in the little boy's hand.How dare the child's parents ask for it, so they gave in.

"It's not for you. I like this kid. Buy him more delicious food."

Yuan Lang took advantage of this and finally gave the money away.

The hostess picked up the little boy, with a simple smile on her face: "Say thank you, uncle."

"Thank you, Uncle." The little boy held Dayang tightly in his hand, and his immature tone was full of joy.

He recognized this thing, it was money, and it could buy a lot of things.

This simple couple actually knew in their hearts that the Eighth Route Army in front of them was afraid of giving them money directly and could not accept it, so they left this huge sum of money in the name of their children.

With five oceans, they can buy a lot of food. At least their whole family will not go hungry.

Yuan Lang finds Wang Xia to say goodbye.

"You guys are leaving, don't you want to stay for a day or two?" Wang Xia asked.

Although the contact time was very short, Yuan Lang left a deep impression on her.

Getting along with him was very pleasant, and Wang Xia had greedy thoughts for the first time.

"It's hard to keep more, the task is in hand. With your information, I decided to go to the county to take a look and do a field investigation."

Yuan Lang said to the heroic girl in front of him: "How about you go to the county with us.

After all, the two of us are outsiders, and we are not familiar with the layout of the county seat. It is always good to have an acquaintance lead us. "

Wang Xia shook her head and smiled wryly. She is the head of the district and has frequent activities here. Those second devils all recognize them, and they will be arrested as soon as they show up, so they can't accompany Yuan Lang to the county seat.

"When you go to the county seat, you must be careful. Take the fake certificate of good citizenship. In case of interrogation, remember to put some money. Those second devils are greedy for money, so as to avoid trouble."

Wang Xia was very worried about Yuan Lang. If he was not familiar with people, he was afraid of problems.

Too much advice, like an old lady.

Monk Wei couldn't listen to the nagging, so he rushed to reply: "Hey, there is nothing to worry about, there are at least two or three hundred little devils who died in our hands.

We went to the county seat, and we should worry about the little devil.Don't be dreaming, your head will move. "

Seeing his crush and caring about another man, Ma Ming has long been very upset.

But after all, they are all comrades, and there is no reason not to have conflicts.Monk Wei's words can be regarded as finding a target for him.

He snorted disdainfully, "Just talking big, you killed more than 100 little devils by yourself, you don't even brag like that.

The little devil is not a Chinese cabbage in the field, you can chop it if you want, and kill it if you want.

As an Eighth Route Army, especially as a cadre, you must seek truth from facts and don't brag about it. "

Summer insects can't talk about ice.

If you can't do it yourself, you think others can't do it either.

Although Yuan Lang didn't have many opportunities to fight on the front line in person, he said immodestly that he killed more than 200 Japanese soldiers with his own hands.

If you count those who were killed and wounded by the use of artillery, it will not be able to withstand the quadruple.

But Yuan Lang didn't have the idea of ​​explaining. He didn't have to convince a person to let him know how powerful he was.

That's vindictiveness, the work of fools.

Ignoring Ma Ming's noise, Yuan Lang smiled and said to Wang Xia: "If you don't think I'm bragging, I can assure you that I will take you into the county seat in a fair and honest manner in a short time."

"Okay, I trust you, and I'll wait for you to take me into the county." Wang Xia smiled and her two dimples became more and more obvious.

She didn't take it seriously, but just acted like: We must get rid of the Japanese devils... a good wish for the future.

If the present is not good, people always have to look forward to the future.

Wang Xia knew that it was impossible to keep her, so she said: "This is the contact point of the district committee. If you have any problems, you can come here to find me."

"Okay, when I finish this matter, I will definitely come to you."

Yuan Lang was also very curious about this young and heroic district chief.

I have a task today, so I can't talk much.When you're done, take some time to chat.

"I'm afraid that others will see it, so I won't send you off."

Standing in the courtyard, Wang Xia watched Yuan Lang and his wife leave, which she could not forget for a long time.

She is considered an older leftover woman in this era, and since she started working, no man has caught her eye.

For the first time, I had a strong interest in a man.

(End of this chapter)