early spring.
A touch of green appears tenaciously in the deserted fields.
The dirt road in the wilderness leads directly to the west blockade ditch blockhouse.
On the road more than ten miles east of the blockade ditch heading south and north, six mule carts brought up a burst of dust all the way to the west.
Sitting on the carriage frame were villagers with gray-white towels on their heads, shaking braids in their hands and shouting loudly.
Not far behind the motorcade was a group of ordinary people.
At the front of the team were Su Qing and Lao Zhou. Not far behind them, a middle-aged man led the accompanying team of more than 20 people with heavy steps.
On both sides of the road, soldiers who were on alert waved their arms from time to time in the distance to signal safety.
At the end of the team, Monkey led a long line of recruits and stood guard from a distance.
Looking at the backs of Su Qing and Lao Zhou in front of him, the middle-aged man lowered his voice: "...It seems that they want to pretend to attack the turret and cover us to cross the blockade ditch!"
The escort captain next to him nodded: "If something unexpected happens then, you take the goods north, and I will take the people to stop the enemy."
The middle-aged man said calmly: "It's a very important matter, so be careful!"
The captain thought for a while: "Since it may be dangerous, why did you agree to cross the ditch during the day?"
"They are a team arranged by their superiors. Since they say they can cross the blockade during the day, why not just see what the independent group is capable of!"
The captain smiled bitterly: "I always feel like I'm on a pirate ship..."
"We are in enemy-occupied territory. If we leave them, our eyes will be darkened and the risk will be even greater."
"Chief, I remembered something."
"What's going on?"
"Didn't Secretary Zhao say last night that the Independence Group has made a fortune in the past two years..."
"It's a matter of confidentiality. Don't talk nonsense about this matter." The middle-aged man waved his hand to stop: "Be careful and keep the distance between the teams wider."
"yes?"
Getting closer and closer to the turret in front, the two people in front didn't seem to take it seriously at all.
The young captain slowed down and frowned: "They don't seem to have any plans to attack the turrets."
He looked at the two people in front of him and walked directly towards the blockhouse: "It seems...are you going to tell the enemies in the blockhouse that we are named Lao Bai and get through?"
"Chief, to be honest, this method is actually not bad."
"They did a good job against the puppet troops!"
"Be careful with the Ten Thousand Years Ship. Even if something happens, this turret is not big. As long as you can get close, it will be no problem to capture it..." The young captain looked up and down the turret and began to think about how to capture it.
Full of confidence.
"Take a look before talking, and be careful."
"You've told me eighty times to be careful."
"You kid dare to talk back to me?"
"What's the matter..."
The turret is in sight.
The captain, who had been thinking about the artillery tower, couldn't help but mutter: "Hey, the people above seem to be waving."
"Shut up, I'm not blind."
The suspension bridge blocking the ditch creaked as it lowered.
The mule cart in front drove straight through the wide and deep blockade ditch.
It seems that no other people pass by here.
Everything seems to be going well...
The captain began to observe the blockade ditch: "I see that the ditch is about six meters wide, and the depth is estimated to be five or six meters, at least two stories high! If you fall, it will be difficult to climb up!"
It was quite lively outside the blockhouse. Several people dressed as villagers seemed to be cooking for the puppet soldiers!
Chatting and laughing with the puppet soldiers beside the suspension bridge.
Seeing that they were less than fifty meters away from the turret, the team, accustomed to big scenes, quietly became nervous and the team inadvertently changed their formation.
Suddenly someone on the top of the tower said, "&@#￥"
"What the hell are you yelling at?" The black-faced villager who was lighting a fire under the turret raised his head and cursed.
"No, this guy dares to call a Japanese?" The captain standing next to the middle-aged man frowned.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.
A Japanese soldier ran out of the gun tower...
The machine head of the shell gun made a soft clicking sound.
The Japs asked the fire-sitter in broken Chinese: "Uncle...when...are you going to eat?"
"Be careful...Japanese..." With a low voice, the team of more than 20 people stopped and stood at the east side of the turret, becoming nervous.
"Go, go, go...it's none of your business!" The man who burned the fire waved his hand and shouted at the Japanese, then turned to look at Su Qing and Lao Zhou who were approaching: "The meal will be ready soon!"
"I said, Lao Qin, do you want to come here to have a meal?" Lao Zhou walked towards the person who was setting the fire: "Hurry up and arrange for people to move the tables in the blockhouse. They have to go on their way after eating..."
The middle-aged man behind him dropped his jaw. He only heard the first half, what was behind Lao Qin... he didn't understand.
However, he figured out one thing: he had passed through the enemy's blockade ditch countless times, and it was the first time he heard that the forthouses had food workers...
Huh... I seem to smell the tangy aroma of meat.
Immediately afterwards, another person came out of the room...
Damn it, Japanese officer!
The muzzle of the gun that was just lowered was raised again.
"Director Su..." The Japanese soldier smiled and asked in a low voice, "Is this the person we want to escort?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Lao Zhou, who was opening the lid of the pot and taking a look, turned around and shouted.
Pu Buhuan raised his eyebrows: "Don't ask me for errands then!"
Su Qing's face turned cold: "How did you speak?"
Pu Buhuan quickly smiled: "Hey, let me tell you, Sister Su, do you have any news about Brother Hu when you come back this time?"
Lao Zhou ignored Pu Buhuan and turned to Lao Qin: "Is there any meat in the gun tower?"
"Uh..." Lao Qin raised his head: "There should be two more. Monkey and the others got some pigs from the city and left some here."
"Then cook more."
"Okay." After Lao Qin finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Pu Buhuan who was circling the pot.
"I'll do it!" Pu Buhuan was overjoyed and jumped into the turret. He quickly came out with a piece of pork, threw it on the chopping board beside the pot, and cut it with a knife.
A large ball of diced meat was thrown into the large iron pot.
"Cook it thicker." After Su Qing finished speaking, he turned to face the team hesitating at the turret.
The captain standing next to the middle-aged man muttered with a serious face: "That guy is a master! Either the independent group has cooperated with the enemy, or it has really captured this turret!"
The middle-aged man squinted his eyes for a long time before speaking in a deep voice: "It seems that we have underestimated the independent group."
"One thing I don't understand is, if they really took down the turret, why would they let us know? Wouldn't it be better for him to develop quietly?"
"It is indeed risky for them to do this. Maybe...the Independent Regiment did it on purpose." The middle-aged man's eyes did not shift. He looked at the bustling gun towers with more respect in his eyes: "We have always attacked and recruited the enemy. , maybe... there is a better way to develop the base area."
Seeing that Su Qing was approaching, no one spoke anymore.
"Everyone has already passed by, so don't just sit there and take a look." The middle-aged man raised his legs and moved forward.
After walking a few steps, I saw a wooden plaque hanging on the door of the turret, with four big words on it: Model turret...
The following few small characters are signed: Ji Provincial Gendarmerie Headquarters!
The middle-aged man almost fell down.
The stewed meat simmered in the pot, and the alluring aroma continued to come out.
Smelling the aroma of meat and swallowing...
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