Qixian Street.
Matsui, who had just come out of Jinshu Pavilion, was in a good mood.
I want to laugh when I think of this. That guy from Nakamura reported to the superiors and was scolded by the headquarters!
I finally returned to the model county of public security. There was a brigade of imperial troops stationed in the city. I was safe and free to move. It was rare to have such leisurely time.
He told the detective captain who was following him and taking him out for a walk: "Captain Huang, let's go find a place to drink!"
"Okay, let's go to Dade Xing Restaurant? The food and wine there are guaranteed to make you want to eat more...braised lion's head, roasted lamb, plum meat in Quanjin sauce, steamed large carp..." Captain Huang of the Detective Team He immediately curried favor and invited Chief Matsui, who spoke Chinese fluently, of course to take him to the best restaurant in the county.
"Then you make the arrangements and I'll pay for it!" Matsui didn't have much interest in food, but he wanted to experience it.
"Captain Jing, how can that be done? I must treat you to this meal!" The military police asked him to take Captain Matsui in front of him out to relax, but he insisted on calling him Captain Jing.
Seeing that he is quite approachable when talking, unlike other princes who are always slapped, I guess he probably comes from a special high school.
"Captain Huang is really good at getting things done, so let's go!" After Matsui finished speaking, he stepped directly into the motorcycle that had started parked at the door.
The traitor hurriedly pushed the bicycle next to him.
"Hey, sit here!" Matsui patted the seat cushion behind the motorcyclist next to him.
"Thank you." Captain Huang stepped forward with a stupor.
A puff of white smoke came out of the motorcycle exhaust and disappeared in a flash.
Not a moment later.
A girl carrying a basket of garbage came out of the gate of Jinshu Pavilion and turned into a nearby alley.
A young man was waiting there: "What happened?"
"The traitor sitting next to the motorcycle called him Captain Jing. He spent half an hour in the little red room. When he went out, he told Captain Huang that he wanted to find a place to drink. The traitor said he would take them to Dade. Xingfanzhuang!" After the little girl finished speaking, she dumped the garbage in the basket and turned around and left.
After hearing this, the young man frowned and thought for a moment, then turned around and immediately arranged for someone to follow him to Dadexing Restaurant!
....
The cold wind howls in the barren mountains and canyons.
A team appeared in the field of vision of Gao Yidao's telescope.
He was in a very unhappy mood because the regiment arranged for him to pick up friendly troops to celebrate the New Year together!
The troops were neatly dressed, and those walking in front all had submachine guns across their chests.
He put down his telescope and subconsciously aimed his gun at the green helmets. In the end, he still didn't pull the bolt.
After thinking for a long time, I walked down the mountain ridge with my new fast legs and came to the pass.
The dark green military uniform is neat and tidy, and the armed belt has strips of magazines, which looks majestic.
An officer crossed the vanguard and walked to the front to look at Gao Yidao with contempt in his eyes: "Are you from the independent regiment?"
Gao Yidao, with a face as black as the bottom of a pot, faced the officer coldly: "Who are you? Which part are you from?"
The officer has a black line, and you are here to respond at the agreed place. Isn't this deliberately disgusting: "Li Xiangdong, staff officer of the 46th Independent Brigade of the 24th Group and 40th Army."
The tone was cold to the core: "If I remember correctly, the person I want to pick up is Brigadier Li Zhenfen of the 16th Brigade."
"Well, it's like this. Our brigade commander just recovered from illness, so brothers had to make up for it. According to the principle of reciprocity, it shouldn't be rude for me to join your independent group, right?"
"Then you have to prove your identity first!" Gao Yidao looked at the two yellow bars and three little stars on the shoulder of the officer opposite. He was a colonel, and he recognized this military rank.
With a sneer on his face, the colonel officer took out an ID card from his coat pocket and handed it to Gao Yidao disdainfully.
Gao Yidao took it and looked at it, then turned to Kuaiji and ordered: "Take them into the mountain."
"Brother, what's your surname?" Colonel Li, who was shocked, took the certificate and was not angry. Tubal Road is Tubal Road. If nothing else, with this group of beggars, how could he talk to someone who only knows how to yell? Is the beggar fussy?
"Independence League Gao Yidao." Gao Yidao didn't apply for a job. Anyway, the difference was so far that there was no difference between applying or not.
"Wearing such rags and rags, you are not having a good time this winter, right?"
"Still hungry." Gao Yidao's black face was expressionless.
The colonel continued to look down upon him: "Have you ever fought in a war? I mean, have you ever seen a Japanese soldier?"
"I've never seen many living Japanese, but I've seen quite a few dead ones." Gao Yidao replied inconsistently.
"Oh, I heard that you have been fighting guerrillas in the mountains?"
"Do you have any objections?" Gao Yidao did not look back, nor was he angry.
"No objection!" The colonel suddenly felt that there was no need to be familiar with him. Remembering the commander's instructions before departure, he took a submachine gun from the soldier next to him and handed it to Gao Yidao: "Brother Gao, this is the first time we meet, this gun is for you. you!"
Gao Yidao was stunned. This... was a bit like sending away a beggar. However, he didn't mind. He took it and pulled it a few times before throwing it to the soldier next to him: "Then I have to thank you!"
"We are friendly forces, so there is no need to be so polite."
"Hey, it was you who caused friction with us the year before last, right?"
Didn't you say that you should reach out and not hit the smiling person? This is a gift for you, you... The colonel was a little unhappy, but it wasn't that he had never seen the world, so he smiled: "What do you mean...by saying this? "
"Means nothing."
"This time I went into the mountains, I was just following orders!"
"I know that you were also ordered to go into the mountain two years ago. One thing I don't know is that there are so many Japs outside the mountain that you don't fight, but you still can't get along with us. I would like to ask the reason."
Listening to Gao Yidao's aggressive words, are you trying to settle an old score? The colonel was stunned for a moment: "You should know that there is a saying that everyone is his own master!"
Gao Yidao didn't want to talk to him: "I think we only have one owner, and that is the common people. Let's go quickly. We must get to the station before dark."
The colonel was stunned.
He shook his head, this fellow was a good talker!
He looked up and saw a team appearing on the ridge. They were all covered with bayonets, even the muzzle of the machine gun in the team was no exception.
He shook his head and went to the battlefield. Do he still have to hold a machine gun and fight with a bayonet?
The kid's marksmanship is as good as a god. Before you can even get in front of the kid, their bullets will knock off your whole body.
I have never seen this before. When I think of that scene, I feel absolutely joyful and I can’t help but laugh out loud.
"Do you think it's funny?" Gao Yidao's voice suddenly came with eyes on his back.
"No, I just think that your department's equipment... is very unique."
"Humph..." A word came out of his nose and dropped to the cold ground with a squeaking sound.
The colonel was not surprised. This is the character of the Eighth Route Army and they are not very friendly towards friendly forces.
Of course, as a regular soldier, he didn't have a good impression of these former bandits. If he hadn't gone up to the peak to ask for sincere unity, he wouldn't be still running around in the mountains as the New Year was approaching.
Now that you're here, let's take this opportunity to go and have a look at the good things in the mountains, so as to avoid these friendly forces being disobedient and trying to teach them a lesson but still not being able to find their lair next time.
As a soldier, Colonel Li hates these armed forces that harm the country. However, now that we are facing a powerful enemy, one day I will beat you to pieces.
...
Commander Lu stood on the Sanjiaji playground and watched the soldiers train without speaking.
Political Commissar Ding didn't know when he was transferred from the "Regiment Headquarters": "They have made an appointment to go into the mountain early in the morning. Judging from the time, it should be almost time."
Commander Lu's face was very ugly. The division had to arrange an exchange with the friendly troops before the Chinese New Year. He was heartbroken when he thought that those friendly troops would bring a large group of people to the independent regiment to eat and drink.
The food saved is enough to feed the whole group for a day or two.
When entertaining guests in the mountains, you can't be too shabby.
However, we will not do those things to show off our face. A bowl of braised pork and fish soup, two cornbreads per person, although we can't make it to the table, who calls us poor?
"We'll be there just after passing that hillside!" Gao Yidao's voice came.
"You've said it eight times." The guard next to Colonel Li couldn't help but mutter.
"If you could walk a little faster, I wouldn't say it again."
Colonel Li was panting heavily. The road was uphill and downhill, and his legs and feet were extremely sore. It was more uncomfortable than being chased by Japanese soldiers.
Suddenly, I noticed that there seemed to be a figure in the mountains ahead. I quickly raised my head subconsciously and looked through the telescope to observe carefully.
In the field of vision, a group of skinny old women and children, carrying bundles of firewood on their backs, were parked on the roadside.
The Eighth Route Army soldiers who were walking at the front stopped next to the group of old and weak women and children. A dozen Eighth Route Army soldiers focused their rifles on three people. The soldiers without guns directly picked up the firewood on the roadside and continued to move forward.
The old, weak, women and children were also caught in the middle of the team, and they clearly felt that the team in front was moving slower.
However, this made the soldiers, who were panting with submachine guns hanging on their chests and carrying heavy backpacks, relax a little.
After driving for two days in a row, everyone was exhausted.
Dragging my almost numb legs, I finally turned around the hillside in front of me.
The first thing that came into view was a large number of low shacks and a playground that was not flat. The sound of killing could be heard faintly along the cold wind.
It looks like a serious military camp rather than a village for ordinary people.
It's a little different from the eight-year-olds I've seen before, who mostly stayed in ordinary people's homes.
