The sun sets downwards, but the sky on the top of the mountain is still bright, and the plains east of the mountains enter dusk first.
It is destined that the coming night will not be an ordinary night.
The crescent moon that hung out early made almost no difference to the plains.
A team finally stopped in a deserted village. Hu Yi sat on a mule cart that made a squeaking noise all the way.
The mule cart stopped, but Hu Yi did not get off the car. There was a grain bag under him, which was quite comfortable.
It was less than ten miles away from the security regiment's station. Although he had known that the headquarters had been moved into the mountains, he was still worried more than expected.
Platoon leader Wang, who volunteered to lead the team as a vanguard, successfully contacted the outpost arranged by Zeng Nansheng.
"Company Commander Hu, the county government has arranged for more than a hundred reinforcements to come over. In the village of Sanli to the north, they wiped out a squad of security forces in the morning!" Wang Liujin also barely slept for two days, with red eyes.
"Public Security Team?" Hu Yi tried hard to think about the name of this combat unit. He seemed to have heard of it, but he couldn't remember it.
"Now we must first understand the enemy's situation." Hu Yi knew that time was precious at the moment. If the security forces stayed here for one more day, they would become more familiar with this land.
"I've sent someone to call Lao Zeng. I think he'll be here soon."
After two days of continuous marching and fighting, no one is invincible, and the people of the Ninth Company are exhausted.
"Rest where you are." Hu Yi said, jumping down from the carriage.
He handed the rifle to Ma Liang, who was following him: "You are on duty tonight. When Lao Zeng comes over, he will definitely bring someone who is familiar with the current situation at the station and call me then."
The plain outside the mountain had a hint of coolness in early autumn, and all the people from the Ninth Company Brigade followed them into the village. Wang Xiaosan immediately ordered the soldiers to move supplies from the carriage, and led the men to set up pots and open fire.
Under Ma Liang's arrangement, the soldiers from the two squads quickly dispersed around the village and disappeared into the hazy moonlight.
The team began to set up camp in the village and look for a place to sleep.
A group of soldiers left the village. They were looking for firewood. There were a lot of dry grass in the wasteland, and there were also many dead and dry trees.
Platoon leader Wang was indeed in good spirits. He was riding a bicycle that he had just learned to ride, followed by two soldiers, and the three of them were patrolling in the dark.
A dark figure was running over from the opposite side.
As we approached, a voice came: "Platoon leader, why are you here? Report: Just now we found that someone seems to be following us in the south."
"Is there someone following us?" Wang Liujin was startled: "Who is it? Have you checked...how many people are there?"
"The two detectives at the head were arrested by our patrol team! They confessed that they discovered us when we were marching north during the day. They originally thought we were security forces, but later contacted the gun tower. He said there was no marching team here, so he followed up to inquire about the situation. As for other situations, the comrades are interrogating..."
"These lingering ghosts, let's go and take a look first..."
Under the faint moonlight, in a field of grass, two detective team members had their hands tied behind their backs, their black clothes stained with soil, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky in embarrassment.
The two soldiers next to them had the newly captured rifles hanging from their waists and holding bayonets in their hands. They were chatting with the two detective teams with proud expressions. When they heard the squeaking sound of bicycles, they turned their heads: "Hey, Platoon... Wang Why did the boss come so quickly?"
"Isn't this our colleague?" Platoon Commander Wang's eyes lit up, and both of his men were armed with shell guns!
"We followed these two guys until dusk when we discovered them. After everyone entered the village at nightfall, they wanted to turn around and run away. It took a lot of effort for the four of us to catch them. Fortunately, they didn't shoot. !”
The traitors on the ground spat inwardly: You all have spears, and there are more people than us, how can we dare to fight you?
No matter who it is, being tied up will be extremely uncomfortable. Firstly, the blood is not flowing smoothly, and secondly, the ground is not flat, but what does this mean compared to one's own life?
Since they have eaten the rice of the detective team, sooner or later this day will come. It is not that the traitors do not know that they may lose their lives at any time, but if they are not traitors, it is hard to say whether they can survive in this troubled world.
The lesser of two evils.
It is not easy to ask these people, who are originally ordinary people, to die generously!
However, this cannot be a reason for betrayal.
For some traitors who are harmless to the common people or the Eighth Route Army, you can persuade them to change their ways, but no one will sympathize with those who dare to think about the Eighth Route Army. I have seen too many comrades and compatriots who died because of these traitors leading the way and informing.
A soldier next to him stepped forward, pulled off the gag cloth of a traitor, pinched the guy's throat with his index and middle fingers, and reminded: "If you don't want to die, you'd better be honest!"
The guy nodded quickly and spoke carefully: "Sir, please forgive me, I have an eighty-year-old mother above me, and..."
"Hey, don't say those useless things. Do you have a confession?"
"Ah?...Yes...Yes!" The guy was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Are you the eighth master?"
"Really? Then why didn't I find it when I searched you just now?"
"Are you really the eighth master?" This guy gritted his teeth, thinking that he would probably die: "I said...sir, you are all wearing the uniform of the security army, how could I dare to take it out? I took the opportunity to throw it away when you arrested me!"
"Hey, you still have it with you, kid? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the Japanese?"
"Hehe, I can't find it! Anyway, there's no name written on the certificate, just a number. As long as the imperial army doesn't discover it, it'll be fine."
"Then how do I know if that certificate is yours?
"Mr. Ba, don't you have a work team, a public security team? Can't you find out if you take the number above and check it?
"Hurry up, let's look for it now. If we can find it, you can still live today. Can't you find it... Hehe, today will be your death anniversary next year!"
The soldier pulled the guy, and the two slowly walked out of the grass and swayed south.
As the spy platoon leader, Wang Liujin is not someone who trusts others easily.
After fighting for so many years, my experience is far beyond ordinary people.
"Tell me, why are you following us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier next to him pulled out the cloth from the mouth of another traitor.
This guy looked a little ugly because he felt very uncomfortable after being gagged for a long time.
After coughing a few times, he quickly replied: "We also met you by chance. The imperial army issued an order some time ago, asking us to join the quasi-security army. We will first collect the returned civilians from each village, and then organize people to clear them out!"
"You also have a certificate?"
"Yes, I guess they can find it back soon!"
"I didn't expect you two to bring this confession this time. This time, I won't kill you!"
"Eighth Master, I will do whatever I ask you to do," the traitor said quickly.
"Hey...your speech is wrinkled, tell me...where did you go to school before?"
"..."
To be precise, Wang Liujin dislikes educated people.
As for the reason?
That's because he is uneducated, far behind Jiulian. Apart from knowing some common words, he doesn't want to listen to what is said.
Jiulian originally had three or two educated people, and even the instructor could only recognize some common words. As for changing the text template a little, Lao Qin would have to draw circles like the little girl did earlier!
So that everyone can better find prey in the future.
However, people have such a thing as culture, which is because their family conditions were good when they were young.
In many places, even one or two villages cannot recognize a few words.
In the early years, local governments organized new schools, and warlord wars began. In these places where there were almost no teachers, some students even began to teach new schools as soon as they graduated from high school.
