In the afternoon, the sun is burning like fire.
Occasionally, villagers carrying baskets or carrying baskets pass by the checkpoint next to the blockhouse intermittently.
A temporary awning was erected at the checkpoint, with several logs standing on the ground. Black-clad detective teams performed inspection tasks, leaving a gap between two rows of barbed wire.
The members of the detective team nearby looked at the common people who came one by one. They pushed, shoved, and searched the poor people in ragged clothes, but they did not feel embarrassed.
Until a man carrying a load came from a distance, followed by two young men in the distance.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
One was carrying bits and pieces of haberdashery and needlework, and his coat was covered in sweat. He quickly stopped behind the horse and said, "Boss, passing by, passing by."
"You think I'm blind and don't know you're just passing by? Let me ask you, where is the Good Citizen Certificate?"
"Yes, yes." After saying that, he quickly took out a piece of yellow and black cardboard from his pocket and handed it to the man in black.
"Are you going to deliver something to the Eighth Route Army?"
"Ah, boss... look at the few things I have. I will probably lose them all when I get to Luoye Village. How can I do that?"
"Certificate of good citizenship! Pay taxes, two cents."
The hawker quickly took out his certificate of good citizenship and touched the money.
The detective team member who received the money smiled happily, briefly looked through the goods, took two useful items, and waved him over.
The salesman quickly pulled a sturdy middle-aged man behind him: "Boss, we are in this together!"
"You're paying two people for this little piece of shit?"
"No, this place is poor and the villagers have no money. We have to pick up the goods together when we come back!"
"Is that so? Come back and bring something good, remember, and take this path, otherwise, don't even think about going there next time!"
The short middle-aged man was a little surprised. Is this okay? The detective team member who took the money just let him go without checking his good citizen certificate?
The two of them walked further west, and the salesman said with a smile: "Okay? Sir, I have told you before that the blockade ditch is ineffective. I have to suggest to you that inspections must be strengthened."
"These bastards, look west, let's go."
Not far behind the two, two other young and muscular men came to the checkpoint, their shirts swaying and flat round gun holsters hung on their waists.
A member of the detective team subconsciously pulled out the rifle with a clatter, and the muzzle of the gun trembled nervously, until the visitor took out a book of documents, waved it in front of the traitor, and mixed with the half-baked bird's voice: "Open the way!"
The traitor was a little confused and subconsciously bent over.
The two of them stared at the white detective team in front of them with sharp eyes. Zai Han walked directly to the turret. The Japanese instructor who was sitting in the back of the turret stood up warily.
After muttering for a while, the two turned and left to the west. The Japanese instructor turned around and entered the turret, kicking up the security army reconnaissance team members who were sleeping after a new shift.
After a while, a class of security officers and two detective team members, all wearing license plates, ran all the way, following the direction of the two young men who had already walked away.
The roadside of the checkpoint was crowded with ordinary people, looking at this scene with gloomy faces and fear.
No one complained until the team was gone and allowed to go again.
A woman with slightly bulging breasts was carrying a basket. As the crowd came forward, the detective team looked at the ugly woman and randomly rummaged through the basket she was carrying, except for a few pieces of clothing. They waved their hands and immediately let her go.
After successfully passing the checkpoint next to the blockhouse, the woman quickly walked out of the suspension bridge until she was far away from the blockhouse. She looked around and saw that the people on the road dispersed into the village, and no one was seen.
He quickly walked to a tree not far from the road, dug up the ground, and revealed an oil paper bag.
Opening the paper bag, there was a shell gun, a spare magazine, a small bag of bullets, and a dagger. She put the things into the basket one by one, then pulled the clothes in the basket to cover them, and then restored the ground to its original state.
He got up and chased the team in front heading west.
The team in front moved forward under the sunset. Unexpectedly, there was a tail hanging behind them, and they continued to move forward without caring.
Until it got dark and under the moonlight, the team in front entered an abandoned village.
The follower was hidden in the darkness under the moonlight in the distance. He watched and analyzed carefully. Without waiting any longer, he circled around and disappeared into the village.
If we wait any longer, those traitors will definitely set up secret posts in the village, and it will be much more troublesome to get in by then.
Hidden in the darkness and observing the work of the security forces.
Because it was necessary to determine where the two leading men would live, it took a full hour before the village began to calm down.
The figure hid in a dark place where the moonlight could not shine. He took off his clothes, quickly put on the black bodysuit in the basket, inserted the shell gun into his waist, and unhurriedly pulled out a short dagger from the mezzanine of the basket. Pack the basket and hide it in the corner.
Slowly moving towards the darkness, a flash of moonlight appeared, not far from the house where the salesman was sleeping.
The village was quiet. A few security forces who had been sleeping during the day because of the hot weather were joking with the detective team members in black under the moonlight.
"What are they...who are they from?"
"I don't know. The instructors at the foot of the mountain all treat them respectfully. They must have a lot of background. The eighth floor is the imperial army!"
"The guy next to the salesman is the leader of the imperial army!" Another security soldier said after thinking about it carefully.
"That's right. Those two young men are probably just bodyguards! What are they doing here?"
The muttering sound reached the woman's ears, and she was speechless. Sure enough, it was the Japanese who put on makeup.
But he also brought a dozen traitors from the security forces with him. What was this for? It seems that this person's identity is definitely not simple. At the moment, he is obviously a big fish.
This made the contempt in her heart become heavier. Since they were important figures of the Japanese, the two people following him were definitely not bad at it. More importantly, she was the only one, so it was too difficult to do this well.
She felt that it was not difficult to kill the leading Japs, but how to escape afterwards was difficult. She slowly retreated in the shadow of the house, pulled the shell gun, and disappeared into the darkness under the moonlight.
After a while, everyone's approximate location was almost figured out, and her figure appeared silently behind the yard where the Japanese were resting.
There was a candle burning in the room, and several voices were speaking bird songs one after another. She couldn't understand it. What she cared about was the briefcase that the Japanese leader was carrying. It was obvious that when he passed the checkpoint, the Japanese was empty-handed. So, for sure. It was hidden in the peddler's load.
The Japanese crossed the blockade without revealing their identity. There must be something wrong.
The voices of security guards speaking from the front yard more than ten meters away were inaudible.
She continued to move along the wall to the side of the yard, found a blind spot in the house, and climbed up the wall.
He fell silently into the yard, walked a few steps quickly, and reached the side wall of the house. He leaned back little by little like a timid rabbit, with the dagger under his body.
He pricked up his ears again and climbed up to the roof, masked by the voices of people inside.
