The water from the burst canals poured into the plains, and the villagers suffering from drought showed long-lost smiles on their faces full of vegetables.
The fields are full of busy people.
Under the big locust tree in the south of the village, more than ten nearby village chiefs formed two circles around a table, seemingly having a meeting.
"You said there are bacteria in the water, but so far everyone is basically fine." Village chief Hollingen sat opposite Captain Pei: "Is it a rumor that the Japanese spread the news about Hu Liela?"
"I suggest that the top priority is to use this rare rainfall to organize people to engage in large-scale production and replant summer grains." An old man with patched clothes next to him nodded and also agreed with Village Chief Huo's words.
"Uncle Liu, I heard that Liu Laogen and his family in your village are suffering from diarrhea," the traffic officer sitting outside reminded Uncle Liu.
Village Chief Liu was nonchalant: "There is a big epidemic after the flood. It's not surprising that a few people occasionally have diarrhea."
"That's right, diarrhea can't kill people. We have quite a few people in our village, and they'll be fine after two days." Several village chiefs nearby also thought it was no big deal.
"After the heavy rain, the water level in the canal rose, otherwise it would not be possible to irrigate the ground just by manually pumping water."
Moreover, looking at the white water flowing in the ditch, who doesn't want the water to flow into their own land.
There is only so much water flowing in the ditch, and if it is intercepted at the front, there will be none at the back.
The village chiefs, who were busy dividing water, showed little interest in holding a meeting to prevent tiger-leaf bacteria, and the meeting ended quickly.
Hearing the nonchalant tone of the village chiefs, Su Qing, who was taking notes next to him, felt helpless.
Without tangible evidence, she couldn't convince these village chiefs.
Soon only Su Qing and Captain Pei were left under the big locust tree.
Captain Pei looked helplessly at the busy villagers in the fields: "We still focus on prevention. Even if the Japanese really use Tiger Tiger to pull bacteria, it may not have much impact."
"You don't know how scary Huliela is."
"We haven't seen anything in these years of war and chaos. In the early years, plague and leprosy were not able to defeat us. We don't have to worry too much this time." Captain Pei was worried: "The main force of the three columns will attack us no matter how difficult it is. Organize a large-scale counterattack against the Japanese."
Su Qing was lost in thought as she looked at the earth where the white sunlight had turned the air into a blur.
The sound of horse hooves came from the green gauze tent in the distance.
A soldier on horseback hurried over: "Report to the commander, the 23rd Regiment of the Third Division has crossed the river and has caught up with the Japanese convoy."
The deputy commander died.
The soldiers of the 23rd Regiment each had their arms wrapped in black cloth.
Holding the letter of introduction sent by the correspondent in his hand, the burly Eighth Route Commander in charge of guarding the east side looked sad and angry.
They frowned as they looked at Luo Fugui and the little girl who were following the security soldiers and wearing Japs uniforms.
The correspondent reported that these men were writing temporary letters of introduction on the battlefield. If he had not seen the special symbol representing the South Detachment of the Third Column Road in the upper right corner of the letter of introduction, he would have immediately asked the soldiers to remove their guns first!
Xiao Hongying was smiling and swinging her calf quickly while carrying a rifle with a scope on her back.
Luo Fugui, who was following behind, had two shell guns hanging on his shoulders and a Czech light machine gun across his chest. He walked through the green gauze tent for a long time, and there was not even a small cut on his thick and ugly face that was cut by a sorghum leaf.
Xiao Hongying walked up to the burly commander and said, "Hey, hello, comrade."
The commander looked up and down at the man with pigtails in front of him: "I heard from the correspondent that you are from the guard camp of the first regiment? Your regiment leader Cheng Haibo is also here?"
"Our battalion took down the artillery building near the northern artillery building and prepared to set up an ambush. We were preparing to avenge Commander Zhao. Unexpectedly, we were noticed by the Japs and returned the gas bombs." Xiao Hongying briefly explained the situation.
"What you mean is that you had a regiment in the north ready to fight the Japanese, but they were beaten away by the Japanese."
"It's not that they were beaten away, but the Japanese used gas bombs and we retreated temporarily."
"Then I have to thank you for dragging the Japanese here. You can rest for now." After roughly understanding the situation, the commander turned around and left, not even in the mood to introduce himself.
Although they can be considered half of the Eighth Route Army since the first group, their identities have yet to be confirmed.
The rifle with a scope on her back is extraordinary!
Luo Fugui sat directly under the shadow of the sorghum next to him, poured the kettle into his mouth, and remained silent.
Previously, Mao had the courage to sneak attack on the enemy's retreat, but now the large army arrived. He felt that he should keep a low profile and leave such a good thing as fighting the enemy to his brother troops.
The main force of the Eighth Route Army. I have been in several divisions. This is not the first time I have seen it.
If we insist on comparing with the Nine Battalions, the Nine Battalions are far behind in terms of equipment alone.
It seems that there is no big difference between the Eighth Route Army in several divisions.
However, the people next to them seemed to be more ruthless than the Eighth Route Army soldiers I saw when I was studying in the division.
It seems like they are all veterans who have experienced life and death.
The sound of gunfire became sparse nearby.
Almost all of them were shouts of killing. It seemed that the Eighth Route Army should have the upper hand.
From time to time, stray bullets flew randomly in the green gauze tent.
At this time, running around the outside of the battlefield to find the guard camp is not a good choice.
Xiao Hongying could only wait helplessly.
The correspondent came over in a hurry: "Hey, since you are from the guard camp of the first regiment, I want to ask you something."
Xiao Hongying nodded: "What do you want to ask?"
"Do you know the division's special agent company?"
"Special Agent Company?" Xiao Hongying tried not to let her big eyes roll.
"Don't ask questions knowingly. I heard that the division headquarters sent special agents to each division to train students in rotation, but when they came to your side, there was no movement."
"What are you asking them for?"
"Well, I want to invite them to come over and give us a training session!"
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The bullet-proof plate jumped and was pulled into the machine gun.
The heavy machine gun mounted on the cargo bed of the car fired wildly at the road behind.
Zhang Xiaodao, who was squeezed into the corner of the carriage, held the handle of the shell gun on his lower back, loosening and tightening, and then tightening and loosening.
After hesitating for a while, he still didn't pull it out.
He felt that if he took out his shell gun now, it would be very difficult to kill all the more than ten Japanese who were crowded on the carriage.
If successful, it is possible to capture a heavy machine gun!
The entire Lunan detachment has a pheasant neck heavy machine gun!
But in a car, even if you get a heavy machine gun, you may not be able to take it with you.
My target is the Japanese artillery!
Faced with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, at least the official with the biggest enemy must be killed.
It's not that easy to get into the Japs group.
To say I wasn't nervous would be a lie.
Every hair on his body was tense.
The gun handle hidden in his sleeve was covered with sweat after being held in his hand for a long time.
The car bumped very hard.
The scorching sun heated the gray steel above my head.
The Japanese in the carriage had already spotted the second lieutenant sitting in the corner of the carriage.
The Japanese behind the scenes were busy shooting back, and no one asked the second lieutenant.
Bullets flew over from time to time, and the Japanese in charge of shooting the machine gun team kept falling down, and people continued to replace them.
Finally there was no need to crowd around, and the Japanese soldier next to Zhang Xiaodao finally noticed the second lieutenant on the cargo compartment.
According to the Japanese battlefield regulations, the second lieutenant should stand up and take command at this time!
The superior soldier bravely asked Zhang Xiaodao for guidance.
As soon as I saluted Zhang Xiaodao, I was immediately slapped by Zhang Xiaodao.
The deputy shooter happened to be filling the bullet board. The scene was temporarily quiet, and the Japanese all heard a clear slap in the face.
Zhang Xiaodao didn't dare to scold Baga, because the Japanese would also find out if he scolded others.
He was so nervous that his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He stared at the Japanese soldier with a sullen face and said nothing.
The superior soldier didn't even dare to look at the second lieutenant, and quickly continued to line up to take over the machine gun.
Time passed like this minute by minute.
As the car continued north, the wind seemed to smell like garlic.
The car finally rushed into the temporary position established by the Japanese who had arrived near the gun tower first.
Zhang Xiaodao quickly looked for the Japanese artillery position.
There are two grenades in his backpack, and they will die together with the Japanese artillery. There should be no problem.
(End of chapter)
