The two parties who had just been fighting to the death began to negotiate terms, and no one made an offer first.
The puppet soldiers spread their hands to show that they were not armed.
There were three Eighth Route Army soldiers in front of us, and a few heads popped up in the distance. It seemed that there were not many Eighth Route Army soldiers. "Hey, why did you come to the national defense area?"
"Look at the dog skin on your body. Can this place still be called a national defense zone?"
"That seems right." Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the puppet soldier said while taking out a cigarette and handing it over: "Our company commander said, for the sake of everyone being Chinese, we will give you a chance."
This guy is really courageous, not because he is not afraid, but because he himself has never done anything harmful to nature, and the reputation of the Eighth Route Army has always been very good, and they don't even "kill" prisoners.
"Your mother has surrendered to the Japanese and traitors, yet you still have the nerve to say that you are Chinese. Believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot!"
"When the two armies are fighting, don't kill the envoys. You don't even understand this rule?" The puppet soldier took out his tap fire and lit a cigarette for the platoon leader: "The Eighth Route Army does not abuse prisoners. I still believe this."
Is there such a bold person? A platoon leader snatched the tap fire from the puppet soldier's hand and said, "If you fart, let it go."
"Didn't some of you climb up the mountain ridge? Later I will move those people to hide in a nearby ditch and clean up the ground. Later I will go over and turn a blind eye and let you go."
"Do you think I will believe you?"
"I know Captain Li of your armed task force"
"Which Captain Li? How do I know if what you said is true or false?"
The puppet soldier took off his shoes, opened the middle of his cloth shoes, and took out a notebook: "I have the certificate."
A platoon leader took it and muttered a few words: Certificate of Return to Resistance!
There is a name and an address, and it is signed directly to the Eighth District and Four Prefectural Committees, and there is no detailed county.
The platoon leader was stunned for a moment: "I can't believe you based on this."
"Believe it or not, but don't blame me for not warning you. The kid is right behind you, and we can't let you go blatantly."
The platoon leader was angry: "Tch, I want you to let go. Go back now and let your horse come over if you can. If you can cross this canyon, I will write my last name backwards!"
"If you have the guts, I'll leave now. Don't blame us for beating you too hard." The puppet soldier blew out a puff of smoke but didn't move his feet at all: "By the way, what's your last name?"
"Your eighth grandfather's surname is Tian."
"Tian? Write it upside down? If you write it horizontally, isn't your surname also Tian? Is your mother deliberately trying to make the uncle happy?" The puppet soldiers continued to talk, and there were not many opportunities to talk to the Eighth Route Army at close range. Except for those who were caught, they could brag for half a month after they returned. .
Platoon Leader Tian thought that the secret service team had a lot of experience in dealing with traitors in the puppet army. Although this guy spoke vulgarly, the armed working team might have done his job, but it couldn't be confirmed now. Regardless of whether it was true or not, let's ask around first. The situation of the Japanese and puppet troops: "Are you going to leave the mountain?"
"What the hell, some bastard got the news and said that there is a national army field hospital nearby. We are following the imperial army to search everywhere."
"Didn't you say that except for Li Zhenqing's team, all the national troops in the mountains surrendered?"
"What the hell! If we weren't surrounded by Japanese soldiers, who would be willing to surrender and become a traitor? Thousands of soldiers were defeated in the mountains."
"How many thousands? Are you bragging?"
"I'm talking about this, why can't you trust someone?"
"Then why don't you just rebel?"
The puppet soldier sighed: "What the hell, most of us brothers are locals, and our whole family lives in the county. If you dare to mess around, your whole family will be buried with you."
"Then you can't take your family out of the city?"
"You put it lightly, what will you eat when you leave the city? Be a bandit and rob the people? Or starve to death as a gangster?"
"You're totally talking nonsense about how you'll starve to death if you're on the other side of the road."
"Are you talking nonsense? You all know what you know. Okay, I won't bullshit you anymore. I'll give you half an hour. Then we'll launch a massive attack. Don't say that my brother lowered the muzzle of his gun and it's not long-sighted." The puppet soldier still reached the cigarette butt. on the ground.
The platoon leader raised his gun and said, "Get out of here."
A group of mountain birds screamed in panic in the valley, flew into the shadow of the valley where the sun could not shine, turned into a few small black spots, and disappeared on the cliff.
The platoon leader hesitated, leaving two soldiers on guard while the others continued to retreat.
The puppet army is indeed very trustworthy.
Although it is still advancing south, the speed is not fast.
South mountain fork.
The Japanese in the advancing team ran westward and disappeared without a trace.
The leader of the second platoon was overjoyed and immediately asked the scouts to follow the Japs. Other soldiers were on guard at the three-way intersection. He hurriedly ran north, preparing to notify the team to move south.
They happened to run into a platoon leader who had retreated, and saw that the puppet troops had almost advanced to the canyon where Staff Liu was hiding.
At this time, the two of them were dumbfounded. One platoon leader gritted his teeth and said, "You lead the people to retreat south, and I will go to the valley where we are hiding."
The second platoon leader had no choice but to turn south again.
The sound of gunfire in the valley not far away caused a group of already frightened teams hiding in the mountains to flee into the mountains again.
"Reporting to Master Ling, our radio station is out of power." The staff officer who had just packed up the radio station came to a soldier who was over fifty years old and leaning on a branch.
The disheveled Master Ling looked at the deserted mountain village behind him and shook his head: "What's the use of contacting me?"
How about we go out?
Master Ling was weak: "Come out of the mountain? Become a prisoner of the Japanese?"
"But the brothers haven't had a full meal for half a month and are eating wild vegetables every day to satisfy their hunger. It's not an option to continue like this."
"There's still no news from Battalion Commander Duan and the others?"
"No. Now that the Japanese have closed the mountain, I think their situation is very uncertain."
"We have to move immediately. If any of them are caught by the Japanese, they will definitely turn us in."
"Let's go, I don't understand why the Eighth Route Army can survive in this mountain."
"It seems that we can't compete with the Eighth Route Army."
"Master, if you hadn't distributed most of the food to the common people, we wouldn't be in trouble."
"Shut up, we soldiers protect our country and our country. If even the people under our control starve to death, what dignity do we have to be called soldiers?"
"Oh well"
"Report, we found that a large number of Japanese and puppet troops are searching for our area."
The staff officer who had just been scolded had a dark face: "Why panic? In the worst case, we will die together with the little devil!"
"Report to the staff, I'm not afraid of death, I'm not panicking, I'm hungry."
"How far is the distance?" The staff officer did not ask how many Japanese or puppet troops there were.
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Master Ling: "I'll throw you into the sea of old cats and continue reconnaissance."
A soldier in ragged clothes hurried back from the front: "Report, we found a village five miles ahead."
The staff officer couldn't help but sigh: "There is no use in a village, but there are no people and no food."
The sun just shines on the dilapidated village halfway up the mountain.
More than ten soldiers from the reconnaissance squad made gestures and quickly surrounded the village from all directions.
Then I discovered there was movement in the village.
They quietly surrounded the place where the sound was coming from all directions.
No one knows if there are any villagers in the village.
Even if there is, there is probably no food.
Everyone knows the master's temper. He would rather starve himself than let his men steal the people's food.
Whoever robs will die!
Hopefully, this family can still have some food left.
I’ll buy it for a hundred dollars a pound!
The squad leader felt bitter in his heart. He really couldn't do it. He would risk his life in exchange for everything.
Staggering footsteps made a slight sound, and more than ten people rushed towards the broken courtyard where there was noise.
The next scene is somewhat unexpected.
What appeared in front of everyone was a grinning hungry wolf.
The leader's eyes shone greener than those of a wolf.
He rushed toward the female wolf with a "ouch" sound.
He didn't fire, not because the gunshot would attract the enemy's attention.
Because there were gunfire everywhere in the mountains.
He just didn't want even a drop of wolf blood to be shed in vain.
The hungry wolf was no match for the squad leader. As soon as he rushed towards the squad leader, the squad leader hit the wolf on the head with the butt of his rifle.
A large crowd rushed in.
Search around.
After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, I couldn't find a grain of food.
Unexpectedly, there was no one in the room at all.
There is a wolf den in the corner, and there are four wolf cubs in the den.
[The "Reckless Heroes of the War of Resistance" written by a friend has been completed, and there are only a few people left who are still writing about the war of resistance without time travel. The wicked and smoking-smelling and shameless tyrant is here to implore the deserter to spend a few seconds. I can only add a collection to Brother Unstable Balance's new book "I have been in the tide of the times since 1979". I can only do my best. I swear, I will risk my life to come to the third update today. If I can add a thousand This is a collection, I will add another update. However, for Hengba who never saves manuscripts, this will cost his life]
