Before dawn, the rain stopped.
Miurabe Taishun got up before it was dark, and then called the other six people in their cooking team.
The captain stretched and looked out the window with squinted eyes. It was naturally dark, so he glared at Miura with an unkind expression, and then said impatiently: "Baga, it's not day yet! What's your plan for getting up so early? Going to die?"
"But it's almost five o'clock." Miura responded cowardly.
The captain squinted at Miura, didn't even bother to get up, and kicked him, "Baga! Call me when it gets light, and fill the water tank before calling me!"
"Hi!" Miura agreed.
If the captain doesn't get up, naturally the other more senior Japs won't get up either. They all say the same thing as the captain, sending Miura to fetch water or pick vegetables. In short, anyone can do it in this seven-person group. Bully him.
Although Miura is unwilling, he must accept it, because who makes him a recruit? If the veterans don't bully him, who will they bully?
In Japan, there is such a strict hierarchical custom. Even if he joins the army one day early, he can bully the new recruits, but if he survives to become a veteran, he can bully others.
According to Shengu's tactics, one squadron occupied Zhaozhuang, put on disguise, and waited for the Eighth Route Army to come over; one squadron was responsible for the sneak attack on Shangkanzi. Unfortunately, this team of Japanese soldiers was not skilled enough and was discovered by the Eighth Route Army scouts in advance; and the other team continued to go deeper. In the hinterland of the Eighth Route Army, this group of Japanese soldiers had no specific orders. The so-called orders were just to let them use their free will, just like the Eighth Route Army's guerrilla tactics. The person who issued this order was Shinozuka. He had also read "On Protracted War", so he wanted to find A squadron tests how effective this tactic will be in its own troops.
The squadron occupying Zhaozhuang has about 250 people, including a few people from the machine gun squadron, a total of 266 people.
Miurabe Taishun and his seven-person cooking team are responsible for the food of these people. Not only these people, but also the food of nearly 300 people in Zhaozhuang.
Although the more than 300 Chinese people are not considered human beings in the eyes of the Japanese, they still need to make food. At least let them drink something thin so that they will not starve to death. Moreover, without the disguise of aborigines, the Eighth Route Army will not be fooled.
Another point is that according to the original plan, the Japs in this squadron will stay in Zhaozhuang for a period of time. If all the villagers are killed, it will be very troublesome to deal with the corpses. Don't forget that it is summer now, and one person cannot handle them. Good will breed plague.
Cooking is a lot of work and very tiring, but the leader of the cooking team doesn't let the Chinese help.
He was probably afraid of being poisoned, because there was indeed a story among the Japanese army about a greedy Hua Xia who ate villagers' food and was poisoned to death.
It is better to believe that it exists than to believe that it does not exist!
Miura was bullied and was so angry that he walked out of the house. Since he had nowhere to vent his anger, he didn't like anything he saw, so he found some small animals to vent his anger on from time to time.
As a senior caterer, Miurabe Taijun knows how tiring it is to cook for more than 500 people. Even if you don't care about the Chinese people, there are still 266 people.
Chinese people are not allowed to participate in cooking, so let them do the work of fetching water and washing vegetables at the head office.
Having made up his mind, Miura came to Zhaozhuang's ancestral hall and planned to find a few people to help.
Looking at the many Chinese people here, Miura was a little dizzy.
Because there were too many people, the villagers were crowded together in the huge ancestral hall. They were shivering and looked very pitiful.
There are many people to choose from, but Miura still prefers to use children, because in his mind, those children should be innocent and easy to drive as long as they are given some benefits.
After digging through the crowd, he picked out a few children who looked capable of working as candidates.
During the process of selecting children, it was natural that they were resisted by the villagers of Zhaozhuang.
The child is the mother's heartache. If the child is captured by the Japanese, he will not know whether he will live or die.
But resistance is futile. How can villagers who have not eaten for almost a day have the strength? After a few gun strokes, these Zhaozhuang villagers become honest and do not dare to resist at all.
Looking at the children he had selected, Miura took out two pieces of candy and said, "You, work, you can have candy!" He told the children with signs.
Although the Chinese words of these words are very stiff, they are still able to express what he means.
After several children saw the candy, their original fear turned into surprise.
But there are only two pieces of candy, and today’s children only have five.
Not enough points!
So, five children aged 11 or 12 started fighting over two pieces of candy.
At first, it was just pushing and shoving, but after a few pushes, punches and kicks began, and finally the five of them rolled on the ground and struggled together.
"Hahahaha~" Miura smiled happily as he watched several children fighting over candy bars.
At this time, two women walked out from the group of people. They seemed to be the children's parents and wanted to start a fight.
But the two women were forced back by Miura with a gun. Miura sneered, I want to watch such a fun thing for a while, what's the deal with you guys quarreling.
After fighting for a while, two children aged 11 or 12 won and finally got the right to own two pieces of candy.
Miura smiled "hahaha" and wanted to take away the two children, but one of them gestured to him to wait for a while.
Miura nodded, agreeing.
The child found a young man with a candy bar and handed it to him. Then the young man knelt down, said a few words to the child, rubbed the child's hair, and then pushed him out.
It turned out to be a filial child. Seeing this child's behavior, Miura couldn't help but nodded in approval.
Looking at the other one, he had already peeled off the candy wrapper and started licking it.
There is no harm without comparison. Mishima couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw the child licking the candy, so he went up and kicked him, "Baga, let's go!"
In this way, the two children came to the temporary kitchen under Miura's supervision.
Children from farm families can basically do anything. Tasks such as carrying water, picking vegetables, and washing vegetables are all easy for them. Miura only needs to make gestures, and the two children know what to do.
So one person went to chop firewood, and the other went to fetch water.
Someone helped with the work, and Miura felt much better. When he saw the firewood being cut into small pieces of even thickness, Miura felt that he had chosen the wrong person.
Pointing to the stove, the child nodded, and then came to the stove with a pile of firewood.
After a burst of thick smoke, the fire was lit, and the red fire also illuminated the child's young but determined face.
The dark sky finally ushered in a glimmer of dawn, like a sharp sword, cutting open the black curtain and ushering in the golden sunrise.
