Before setting off, Xu San, Yoshino, Akagi and other Japanese soldiers carrying baskets handed over all their weapons.
Since he was going to bring warmth, how could he bring a gun?
Xu San carried the steamed bun on his back and stepped out of the yard.
The entire village still exudes the faint smell of blood and a deathly silence.
Passing through a small courtyard, although there was no corpse, dried blood could be seen on the ground.
Another village was massacred. Like today's murderous crime, how many more did these little sons of bitches cause in this vast land of China?
Xu San lowered his head and didn't want to watch anymore!
The blood debt must be paid sooner or later!
Except for the six people carrying the baskets, the other four Japs had already hidden themselves with their equipment. As for where they were hiding, Xu San didn't know.
Xu San cursed Yamamoto in his heart for being so sneaky and like a thief, without any of the indomitable spirit of Japanese people.
According to Li Si, Yawuwu is seven or eight kilometers away, and a normal walk would take at least more than an hour.
Go, go.
Finally Xu San heard the sparse sound of gunfire in the distance, and he knew that he was not far from the position.
An Eighth Route Army soldier stopped several people and said, "Fellow, don't go forward. There is a war ahead."
Xu San hurried forward, grabbed the soldier's hand and shook it vigorously: "Comrade, you have worked hard. Thank you for fighting the Japanese in the front, so that we can farm with peace of mind in the rear."
Perhaps because Xu San was so enthusiastic, the Eighth Route Army soldier blushed and said, "It's not hard work, it should be!"
Xu San took off the backpack on his back, "Comrade, look, we know you are at war, so we in Majiao Village have specially prepared some food for you."
The soldier saw a basket full of steamed bread, so he quickly waved his hand, "No, no, we have discipline and cannot accept things from the common people." As he said this, he pushed back the basket in Xu San's hand.
"Comrade, look, we have done everything. If you don't accept it, we will fail."
"Ah, this..."
"Comrade, I think what you said doesn't count. Otherwise, why don't you go ask your leader for instructions?" Xu San continued.
"Okay, then you wait a moment." After the soldier said this, he called another soldier to find the leader.
About ten minutes later, Xu San saw Li Si and several Eighth Route Army soldiers walking towards him.
Seeing someone coming, Xu San planned to go over and meet him first, but he was stopped by an Eighth Route Army soldier.
"Xiao Zheng, we are all fellow villagers, don't embarrass them too much."
"Yes!" Xiao Zheng saluted Shi Zhiqiang and then stepped aside.
"I am Shi Zhijian, commander of the Second Battalion of the New 1st Regiment of the Eighth Route Army. Thank you for your support of our army." After speaking, Shi Zhijian saluted Xu San with a military salute.
Xu San did not return the gift, but took a big step forward and held his hand: "Thank you for your hard work, chief. Look at these food..." Then Xu San mouthed " has a problem."
"You have worked hard too. Even if you don't have enough to eat, you still want to give it to us. But discipline does not allow us to take things from the common people. When the battle is over and the Japanese are beaten away, we will send the money to your village." After that, Shi Zhijian He nodded gently, meaning "I understand."
Xu San breathed out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this battalion commander knew how to act.
"Then let us deliver these meals to the soldiers with our own hands. This is what the village chief personally told us. If we can't finish it, I will be beaten when I go back." Xu San said what Yoshino told him.
Shi Zhijian looked at the five Japanese behind Xu San and said, "The front line is very dangerous. I think we should forget it, right?"
"Chief, we are not afraid of danger, and the Japanese no longer shoot guns." Xu San continued, because Yoshino asked him to bring as many people in as possible.
Shi Zhijian glanced at it and pondered for a moment, "Okay, you can go up with a few less people, and then leave quickly. This is not to chase you away, because the position is too dangerous, and the enemy's shells will fall down at any time!"
"Then thank you so much, Commander Shi. I'll just take the village chief's son up." Xu San pointed at Chimu.
"Xiao Li, you take a few soldiers to protect the fellow villagers. If the fellow villagers scratch their skin, go to the solitary room by yourself."
"Yes!" Li Si saluted.
Next, Li Si took Xu San and Chimu to "consol" the Eighth Route Army soldiers on the battlefield, and then put down baskets of food.
Ten minutes later, all the condolences were distributed, and then Shi Zhijian and Li Si sent away several Japanese soldiers and Xu San.
By the time Shi Zhijian and Li Si returned to their position, six baskets filled with pasta and two jars of pickles had been gathered together.
He reached out and picked up a steamed bun and asked Li Si, "How are you doing? Do you see any problem?"
Li Si also picked up a steamed bun and smelled it first, then took a bite, chewed it twice and swallowed it: "It shouldn't be poisonous! This noodle is very good and chewy. I never thought the Japanese could have such skill." After that, he continued to turn it down. After only a few turns, the basket had reached the bottom.
Li Si frowned, feeling that the basket seemed inconsistent with its actual capacity.
So he took out his dagger and carefully cut along the edge of the frame.
"This is....."
A bomb with a detonating device appeared in front of everyone.
"Comrade Li Si, be careful, this is a bomb, it looks like a time bomb!"
Li Si turned his wrist and put away the dagger: "Captain Shi, what should I do?"
"Commander, call the demolition team!"
The order was sent down, and soon three Eighth Route Army soldiers ran over along the trench. One of them, a white and fat soldier, stooped and came to Shi Zhijian's side. Then he glanced at the bomb placed on the ground: "Batalion Commander, It’s a time bomb, defuse it?”
"How long until it explodes?" Shi Zhijian asked.
The fat white warrior just looked at it briefly and said immediately: "Thirty-three minutes!"
The soldier smiled. He laughed when he saw this bomb, because it was made of TNT and had a detonating device. Both the detonating device and the explosives were high-end goods, which were almost never seen in the Eighth Route Army.
If it is dismantled successfully, these things will all be his.
Shi Zhiqiang looked at his watch: "How long does it take to defuse a bomb?"
"three minutes!"
"Let's go take a look at the other food that was served! Comrade Li Si, you must be careful when you are with him." Shi Zhijian rolled his eyes, as if he had no intention of immediately dismantling these bombs.
A few minutes later, "Battal Commander, all inspections have been completed. The six time bombs detonated at roughly the same time. But..."
"Hurry up and stop the ink stains!" Shi Zhijian was impatient because these bombs had to be dealt with quickly.
"However, two of them are poison gas bombs. I have never seen the detonating device, so I am not sure they can be dismantled in a short time."
Shi Zhijian nodded, not seeming to care.
"How long will it take to dismantle it all?"
"We'll all go together as a team. Except for the gas bombs, we can dismantle them all within ten minutes."
He took out his binoculars, poked out of the trench, and quickly checked Kurosawa's layout on the opposite side. Then he sneered, "I really want to thank Yamamoto Tai-kun for giving us such a big gift!"
