A group of figures were quickly walking through the path in the bushes at the foot of the mountain towards the open space to the south of the village. The team's appearance was relatively neat. Seeing that the distance was getting closer and closer, with only a few dozen meters remaining, the group of people did not stop.
"Stop, which unit are you from?" A militia-looking man stepped forward with a "gun" in his hand, nervously and vigilantly pointing at the Eighth Route Army No. 100, looking enviously at the uniformed team, just because he had The gun was a wooden stick with an iron thing in front of it. It was sharpened, shining silver, but trembling slightly.
The people in the army seemed to be frightened and hurriedly took off their guns and pulled the bolts, making the three young militiamen turn pale with fright. Fortunately, the Eighth Route Army was very kind to the people, so they would not be afraid later. The other two militiamen also fought. He majestically emerged from his hiding place.
"Hello, we are from the Second Regiment of the New Fourth Brigade. We are on a mission. What is your name?" Okawa Tokichi, who had discovered them a long time ago, pretended to be shocked. After seeing the three militiamen clearly, he immediately changed Put on a smile.
When being questioned by the "chief" of the Eighth Route Army, even though he looked pleasant, the young militiaman's face turned red and he was excited: "Uh, my name is Wang Xiaoniu, good guys, you all have guns!"
The second lieutenant next to him looked at the young face: The Chinese are really strange. They either call dogs or cows. Do these Chinese people all like animals?
He forgot that he was called Xiaoquan.
When Okawa Tokichi heard this, it was a bad thing. This guy said that we all have guns, so what he should mean is, then, in the real Eighth Route Army team, there should be... there should be some people who don't have guns? Or get a stick gun like this bumpkin? The Tubalu people will use this guy to fight the imperial army! Have you been able to fight for so many years?
It seems that this is true, which means that the Eight Route Army in the mountains are all cowards like rabbits. They only hide in the mountains with cold weapons. They despise them in their hearts, and then they start to care about them.
The visitor claimed to be from the Eighth Route Army. Wang Xiaoniu was oppressed by the momentum, and was even more worried. He muttered something hard, but he had seen a lot of Eighth Route Army troops. Only this Eighth Route Army team had the neatest appearance, even the guns were uniform. 79 rifles, and several squad platoon leaders hung up their shell guns, three Czech-style rifles. They were so rich that they looked at the team eagerly, and they were actually carrying heavy boxes.
Perhaps the Eighth Route Army heard his voice. The leader of the Eighth Route Army looked at him with satisfaction, turned around and said to a soldier behind him: "Give me your gun!"
Wang Xiaoniu saw that the Eighth Route Army soldier who was still carrying a long tube wrapped in cloth took off the rifle from his back with a quick movement, clenched it with both hands, and handed it to the head of the Eighth Route Army.
The action of picking up the gun is really nice, what a standard! I saw Wang Xiaoniu with stars in his eyes. He was much more powerful than our militia captain, and he was even fooling around.
Wang Xiaoniu looked at the rifle in his hand. It had a brown body, a black barrel, and a cold bolt. He was a little confused. Good guy, couldn't this be a dream?
Quietly excited, her heart pounded, and she bit her tongue, it really hurt!
"Is this for me? It's so good. The captain's gun is not as good as this. It's so good." He said, "Uh, by the way, where are you going?"
"We are going to Songjiazhuang to perform an urgent mission. If there is nothing else, we will leave first." Okawa Tokichi smiled, full of hope.
The soldiers who sent the rifles were originally grenadiers. The rifles were very cumbersome, but it just happened to reduce some of the burden, so they didn't care.
"Uh, you are going to Songjiazhuang?" Wang Xiaoniu felt that the other party wanted to go to Songjiazhuang, so he had to cross the river first.
"Yes." Lieutenant Okawa replied casually.
"You can't cross the river in front of you. If you take a detour and cross the bridge from the east, it will be a waste. How about you wait? I will row the ferry for you. It should save a lot of time." Wang Xiaoniu had already thought about it and needed help. The Eighth Route Army gave him a rifle.
The guns of the Eighth Route Army have to be distributed, but there seems to be nothing wrong with the chief giving one.
Okawa Tokichi and Xiao Quan looked at each other with joy in their eyes, and then looked at Wang Xiaoniu: "That's great, thank you very much."
Wang Xiaoniu was shocked when he heard the chief say thank you: "I...hehe...ah? It's okay, it's okay!"
He greeted the two-year-old militiaman who looked at him with an expression of envy on his face: "What are you still doing? Hurry up, go to the river and row the boat over."
In fact, it is a small ferry that was originally a public property of the village and was tied to a rope across the two banks.
The three militiamen watched the Eighth Route Army soldiers standing calmly on the boat without even swaying, and they admired them from the bottom of their hearts.
The Eighth Route Army team did not enter the village, but it attracted curious villagers from all over the village. They came out of their houses and looked at the team in front of them, but no one dared to step forward. Even their own people and simple people remained silent. Considering the distance, such a huge team came, and the common people came simply to watch the fun, and most of them were old and weak women.
There used to be a lot of Eighth Route Army soldiers crossing the river here, and most of them were on boats, unable to even stand upright. But now the regular Eighth Route Army troops are different and powerful!
In fact, the Eighth Route Army has very few troops in the mountains, because the Japanese generally do not go deep into the mountains. The people in the mountains have more contact with the workers of the peasant associations and the people from the local troops or division headquarters who often pass by here. Correspondents and the more seriously injured casualties.
The river was not very wide and the current was very fast. A few young people still had to run back and forth more than ten times before they could get all the "Eighth Route Army" across the river.
Okawa Tokichi led the team and waved goodbye to the militiamen cordially.
Wang Xiaoniu held the rifle tightly in his hand, and his heart was full of excitement. He would wait until tomorrow, and he would not be on guard duty, so he would go and report to the captain. Whether the gun could be saved or not, the captain would have to say. It would be great if he had the opportunity to join the Eighth Route Army. Looking at the Eighth Route Army in front of me, they are all in neat uniforms and wearing leather shoes. If I could wear this kind of outfit, I would be so envious of the other militiamen from all over the country.
The team gradually moved away and disappeared deep into the mountains.
The less walking would save at least an hour, and perhaps we could reach the Eighth Route Army's division headquarters without waiting until dark.
The troops advancing to suppress the encirclement from the other two directions, northwest and southeast, have moved forward smoothly, with unstoppable momentum along the way.
The friendly forces in the north, the Masuko Advance Team, are making rapid progress and have already captured the Eighth Route Army headquarters.
Okawa Tokichi is a little impatient and must speed up!
In fact, it's not far from the Eighth Route Index. The only thing that makes people unhappy is that the mountainous area is too big and the road is not easy to walk.
It cannot attract the attention of the Eighth Route Army, otherwise, there will be no need to detect the Eighth Route Division headquarters, but it will choose to retreat temporarily. The key to Plan C is the Masuko Advance Team.
Otherwise, we would have taken action long ago. If the frightened people from the Eighth Route Headquarters were allowed to crawl into the mountain, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky to find him again.
"There are two villages ahead. It's impossible for us to go around them during the day. Should we use the same method just now?" Lieutenant Xiaogu asked the squadron leader for instructions again!
