It is more than ten miles east of Baliying.
The wilderness is desolate and gray.
got windy.
The spring sunshine is weak, and the spring breeze takes away the warmth in an instant, and it feels like a knife cutting it after blowing over my face.
A short, stocky man like a refugee was lying on the river embankment, and three or five people wearing dog-skin hats were scattered around.
The short and stocky man was lying on the river embankment, looking eastward.
in sight.
In the dry and rugged river, a troop in shit-yellow military uniforms was slowly approaching.
There were more than ten people at the head of the team, and the first rifle carried a plaster flag, followed by a team of more than a hundred people at a distance.
The sand on the river bed was clayey, and it had dried out and become hard and hard even with military boots. The team came all the way, leaving almost no footprints behind them.
After the stocky man saw clearly, he stood up and waved his hands and roared, and the vigilant soldiers in the riverbed followed with their guns and loud bird calls.
The sergeant among the leading soldiers quickly ran up the river embankment and looked at the man on the river embankment. His clothes were ragged, with holes everywhere on his body. In many places, gray cotton was turned out. His shoulders, arms and knees were lumped together with the original ones. The clothes are patched in different shades of color.
If this guy hadn't been speaking in bird language, his warriors might have stabbed him with their bayonets drawn.
The man in front of me had a tired face, as if he had been in the wilderness for a long time: "Call your commander over!"
Listening to the tone of this guy's words...he has a lot of background.
The sergeant hesitated for a moment, then yelled at the subordinate next to him. The subordinate immediately ran away and ran back, apparently to report to the Japanese commander leading the team behind.
Not long.
The Japanese Lieutenant and his two men trotted along the river bed, and then went directly to the river embankment.
The short and sturdy man did not come forward to greet him, but the old god was still standing there. It seemed that... his position was not low.
The lieutenant's eyes flashed when he saw the man in refugee attire. He bowed slightly and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Shigenobu."
It seems that the two of them should know each other.
The Japanese named Shigenobu said in a cold tone: "Why did you arrive just now?"
The lieutenant quickly explained: "We got the order a little late, and the guerrillas were hiding day and night..."
Shigenobu suddenly pricked up his ears and raised his hand to interrupt the lieutenant: "The gunfire seems to have become quieter..."
Next to the lieutenant, the short assistant shook his head and analyzed carefully: "Maybe the battle is nearing its end."
Shigenobu squatted down and pointed to a set of footprints on the river embankment: "Judging from the traces, the guerrillas should have passed here a day ago. If we rush over now, I hope it's not too late."
The lieutenant thought about it seriously: "Are you really sure...that the people who left these footprints are the Eighth Route Army?"
Shigenobu showed a proud expression on his face: "No matter what kind of training a person has received, as long as he has walked a path or passed a place, it is impossible to completely erase the traces. He only needs to leave a little omission, just a little bit, for It’s completely enough for tracking experts, you should believe in our abilities.”
The lieutenant said contemptuously: "What if they were the footprints left by other guerrillas? Besides...when did your work end up dealing with these guerrillas?"
Shigenobu did not answer and began to analyze: "No two human feet are exactly the same. The shape of the toes, heels and soles, as well as the depth of the footprints, are all different. You see, these footprints are large and deep, which means that this person must weigh more than The others are heavier, and as expected, he is the big fat man among the guerrillas that the garrison saw, and the small and delicate footprints next to him...should have been left by that girl."
Can men and women be judged by their footprints? The lieutenant didn't quite believe it, but what he said was very clear... He raised his hand and pointed at the small footprints on the ground: "But... the footprints suddenly disappeared here. How do you explain it?"
"Haha, there are carriage wheel marks next to it, indicating that she got on the carriage here..."
"Okay, what you said makes sense, but what does this piece of military boot footprints mean?"
"Judging from the traces, this footprint appeared at noon today and completely covered the footprints of the guerrillas coming from the east. There are two possibilities. One is that the guerrillas were wearing the shoes of the imperial warriors. The other possibility is that there are other possibilities. The Imperial Alliance Army is pursuing..."
"Couldn't it be the imperial army?"
"The footprints on the ground are messy, the imperial army marches, the team is neat and the pace is even..."
The lieutenant had no choice but to accept: "We chased them for two days in a row. I almost thought that this group of Eight Route Army soldiers could really go to heaven and earth."
"You should learn the Eighth Route Army's guerrilla warfare!"
Let the imperial warriors learn to fight guerrillas? The lieutenant felt unhappy: "Then can you...infer their next move?"
Shigexin shook his head: "That's not my job scope. I'm just cooperating with you to find them."
The lieutenant suddenly said: "I have a question."
Shigenobu raised his eyebrows: "You say."
"Guerillas are everywhere. Why does the headquarters pay so much attention to this group of guerrillas?"
"If I tell you that in the occupied area, a squadron of the Imperial Army plus nearly two battalions of the Imperial Association Army, plus a regiment of local armed forces who defected to the Imperial Army, were defeated by a battalion of guerrillas, do you think we are Shouldn’t we pay attention to it?”
The lieutenant was a little discouraged: "It is indeed worthy of attention, but it seems that the headquarters is making a fuss out of a fuss when we are all elites... to deal with these guerrillas."
"As an Imperial soldier, you should obey orders!"
The lieutenant shook his head: "We have an important goal when we come out this time. It is a waste to chase these guerrillas!"
Shigenobu suddenly said in a serious tone: "Your real purpose is to go into the mountains to launch a raid on the national army headquarters. Killing these rats is just a way of doing it."
This man actually knew the target of his action. It was definitely not simple. The lieutenant was stunned for a moment and quickly saluted: "Yes!"
"As an imperial soldier, we should pay attention to our opponents!"
The lieutenant still felt uncomfortable: "However, under no circumstances should the elites be allowed to participate in this kind of guerrilla encirclement and suppression operation..."
"No, no, no, Lieutenant, please allow me to correct your understanding. I am an intelligence agent. I am tracking this. My nose is sharper than a dog, and my eyes are sharper than an eagle flying high in the sky. sharp…"
The lieutenant listened quietly. Of course he knew the division of military personnel in the empire very well.
But he never expected that this person would actually say that he was not a soldier!
This feeling was very bad, and the lieutenant felt angry: "You mean...the imperial soldiers cannot bring you honor."
"You misunderstood. I think you soldiers seem more like animals. I don't mean you are animals. I mean, all of you are animals."
"idiot..."
Shigenobu shook his hand: "Don't forget, I am not your subordinate. If you feel unhappy, you can report it to the headquarters. Now, please respect...respect the dirty military uniform you are wearing."
"Don't forget that your Joint Special High School is subordinate to the Army Gendarmerie unit, and you must obey the unified command of the military."
"I don't know when you developed this arrogant feeling. If it weren't for the support of our intelligence department, your military would be blind. We are the eyes of the empire, not a killing machine. Do you understand?"
The lieutenant's face turned dark and he was a little discouraged. He raised his hand and clicked on the heavy letter: "I can't understand why I was asked to encircle and suppress the guerrillas!"
Shigenobu suddenly waved his hand to ask the other Japanese to move away, and then took out a paper bag from his body.
There was a thick stack of photos in the paper bag. The top photos seemed to be taken from footprints. Quan Zhongxin randomly selected a few and handed them to the lieutenant: "Look, what are the similarities between the footprints in the photos and these ones on the ground?" ?”
"It should be the same as the big and small footprints on the ground just now!" The lieutenant saw at a glance that there was almost no difference between the footprints in the photo and the footprints on the ground: "But, what can this mean?"
"You should never forget for the rest of your life, the shame of half the elite team having their heads chopped off two months ago that night!"
"What's the meaning?"
"This was a completely unexpected discovery..."
"I do not understand!"
"This small footprint appeared at the scene, and this big footprint appeared outside Qixian City! If these large and small footprints hadn't appeared at the same time, maybe we would never have found the person who attacked the warriors!" Chongxin paused at this point. After a moment, he pulled out another one from the photo: "And once, these military boots were stained with the blood of the warriors, and now they appear here too!"
The lieutenant began to feel excited. Everyone in the Stand Up Team knew that last year, more than 30 warriors were crushed by the Eighth Route Special Agents' revenge!
For this reason, the headquarters also published a special newspaper stating that the Standing Team would be disbanded!
This time, people like the Eighth Route Agents actually appeared here...
Appear in front of yourself!
He immediately raised his hand and signaled to the assistant not far away, who quickly stepped forward.
Soon, the messenger took out two small flags and waved them toward the east on the river embankment.
The Japanese team resting in the river bed immediately got up, and after reorganizing the team, they immediately ran westward.
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