After changing into Japanese military uniforms, Xu San led the New Second Regiment and separated from Li Yunlong.
Before leaving, Xu San specifically asked Ji Wushuang to be sent back to the Taiyuan as soon as possible.
This is in line with Li Yunlong's thoughts. Although the eldest lady can shoot accurately, her strange thoughts can easily lead to the corruption of young soldiers.
This is a headache for Li Yunlong.
After arriving at a safe area and rendezvousing with the large army, Xu San put on makeup again and took Monk Wei away first.
The Flying Tigers entered Taiyuan in batches three days later.
On the way, he passed by a small temple. Xu San donated some incense money to give Monk Wei a set of monk robes and cassocks, and some ultimatums.
After putting it on, Monk Wei immediately became a serious monk.
Xu San did the math, looked at Monk Wei and said, "Virtue lasts forever, how about I arrange a virtuous person for you?"
Monk Wei clasped his hands together and said the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, this young monk is the virtuous generation."
"Well, then let's do it, Degang!" Xu San made the decision.
"Amitabha! The young monk's name is Degang." Monk Wei immediately entered the scene.
After giving some money to Monk Wei, the two separated again and made an appointment to meet in Taiyuan.
Nothing major happened after that. Riding on the horse borrowed from the New Second Regiment, Xu San returned to Taiyuan City in the afternoon of the next day.
During this period, they communicated with Sister Hua twice and learned that the Eighth Route Army had staged an ambush. As for the outcome, they did not know because the battle was not over yet.
The gold left by Yamamoto was also successfully found by Zhang Shouling. After preliminary counting, it was worth about one hundred thousand oceans.
Hearing this number, even Xu San was shocked. He didn't expect Yamamoto to be really greedy.
But now that the money was found, he asked Xiaohong and Sister Hua to go home respectively, and then asked Lin Dong to follow Xiaohong back to Ping'an, and take four of my walkie-talkies and send them to Taiyuan.
As for Yamamoto, he safely avoided the ambush of the Eighth Route Army and returned to Ping An City with the remaining money.
But Xiaohong and the others knew this piece of information.
In the afternoon of September, Taiyuan City was still the same as when he left. It was cold and depressing with a strong smell of fireworks. Most of the people in the country were busy and numb, running around to stay alive.
He entered the city smoothly and spoke fluent Japanese, so that the Japanese guarding the gate did not check him too much.
Instead of rushing back to the office, I bought a few newspapers of the day, found a teahouse and read them slowly.
When I picked up the evening newspaper, the front page headline was "Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army, which prides itself on benevolence and righteousness, would actually do such a thing?" 》
Seeing this familiar smell, Xu San smiled happily.
Wang Zhenzhen’s disciples seem to have learned the essence of new media.
After taking a sip of tea, I began to read Wang Zhenzhen's masterpiece at a glance.
It's full of pictures and text, and full of nonsense.
Not to mention, Wang Zhenzhen was able to write five thousand words in this era of refined language.
Thinking about writing five thousand words with a pen, Xu San suddenly felt a dull pain in his wrist.
Five thousand words, almost taking up the entire front page.
Generally speaking, this headline is narrated from the perspective of the Japanese, and it criticizes the Eighth Route Army from a seriously subjective perspective.
The words written are intense and exaggerated, and they make no sense at first glance, but they can arouse emotions.
It's the kind of article that seems cool to the devil, but doesn't believe it at first glance.
This kind of article can be published, and one can see that the editor-in-chief of the "Evening News" published it under tremendous pressure.
but
After Wang Zhenzhen wrote this report, her reputation was probably completely ruined.
He put down the tea cup, plucked a peanut, and called the waiter to come over and collect water.
After the waiter had collected the water, Xu San took out a few cents and put it on the table and asked, "Watcher, I want to ask you something?"
The waiter saw that Xu San's appearance and accent were not Japanese, so he immediately smiled and said, "If you have anything to ask, I will definitely tell you the truth."
"What happened to the Eighth Route Army's hijacking of a train? Is this true?"
"It's already been in the newspaper, how can it be fake?" The waiter smiled with a smile on his face, and it was hard to tell whether he was being perfunctory or telling the truth.
"But it's reported in this newspaper," Xu San said, pointing to the evening newspaper.
"Are you talking about this report?" the waiter asked.
"Yeah!" Xu San nodded.
"Do you think I look like someone who can read?" the waiter said with a wry smile.
Xu San took out another one-yuan French currency and put it on the table, and said, "Even if you don't know him, there must be someone in this teahouse. You can always get some information whether you listen or not, right?"
The waiter glanced around and found that no one was looking at him, so he quickly put the money on the table away.
"This is yesterday's newspaper. After buying it in the evening, the shopkeeper was reading it, cursing and giggling, which made us guys stupid. After asking, we found out that our shopkeeper was reading the newspaper. Later, I gave him Let’s read it once. As a result, we got excited when we heard the beginning, but then we became happy after hearing it.”
"Why are you so happy!?" Xu San asked with a smile.
"It's so fake. It's even more exaggerated than in the play. The three thousand locust army fought with the Eighth Route Army's five thousand for a whole day and night, and the Eighth Route Army fired thousands of cannons and made the Eighth Route Army cry for father and mother. Although we don't know how to read, we can use artillery. But I’ve seen that it can’t be played without five or six people. A thousand cannons can’t fire four or five thousand people. It was said earlier that the locust army was three thousand, but now it’s a thousand cannons.”
The waiter shook his head and talked about the logical loopholes in it, "I see you are also a literate person. You shouldn't ask me what is written on this. You should just tell me what you want to know?"
Taking a sip of the freshly brewed tea, he asked, "Those meat tickets?"
"They were all brought back safely in Taiyuan City! I don't know about other places."
"Then do you know how much ransom the devils collected?"
"Hey, we really don't know this."
Xu San pushed out one dollar again, "Grapevine is also fine."
The waiter collected the money, "Some said one million, some said half a million, but it's still a lot." The waiter said softly.
Xu San picked up the newspaper again and glanced at it, "It is said here that the Eighth Route Army did not even spare the common people. What do you think of this at first glance?"
The waiter took Xu San Er's money first. He took a breath and seemed to be considering his words.
"Don't worry, just tell the truth. But if you dare to tell lies, not only will you get no reward, but you will also get a beating!" Xu San looked at the waiter with a evil smile.
"What should I say?" The waiter was a little embarrassed, but he still gritted his teeth and said what was in his heart, "According to me, a little person, although the common people don't have much money, but no matter how small a grasshopper is, it is still meat. When an official The soldiers can still drink some soup, which means that Qianbal Road has a bright future and is better than Lao Yan’s troops. You must know that Lao Yan’s soldiers can’t even drink soup.”
"Haha~ There is indeed a future!" The waiter's words made Xu San amused. Unexpectedly, the waiter's point of view in analyzing the problem was quite unique. (End of chapter)
