Liu Yuansai was an ordinary civilian in Japan with an average background, but because of his good-looking face, he was spotted by a young lady from the Kujo family and got married.
Originally, he thought he could sit back and relax, eat soft food, sing songs, and live his life peacefully.
However, the Japanese army is ambitious and dissatisfied with the four islands. They always think about expansion and invasion.
So, he was forced to join the army.
Relying on his connections with the Kujo family, he managed to reach the rank of second lieutenant.
Not bad.
Originally, when the Linxian Transportation Brigade was still there, his transportation brigade was not under so much pressure and the task was relatively easy.
However, after the Linxian brigade was defeated by the independent regiment, the pressure on his brigade increased sharply, and night shifts like today often happened.
Today is different from the past. The Eighth Route Army's actions are fierce and the destruction of communication lines is getting worse.
It was better during the day, but walking at night really made him feel frightened and uneasy.
As a backdoor soldier, he had not completed systematic training, otherwise he would not have been placed in a logistics unit such as the transportation team.
The four carts of rice were sent too far, but they were not considered military supplies. They were the private reserves of high-ranking military officials.
Japs are used to eating rice.
People in western Shanxi love to eat noodles.
This kind of deviation still makes many Japanese soldiers unaccustomed.
In this era of scarcity, we should not be picky about food, but for some powerful people, it is nothing.
The rice output in western Shanxi is not high to begin with, but the Japanese spent a lot of effort to plunder these four carts of rice.
Therefore, this relatively important transportation task was handed over to Liu Yuan Zhai.
The night road is long, the car lights are swaying, up and down, a bit bumpy.
The speed of the car is not very fast, which makes people feel sleepy.
As a soldier, there is no such thing as fatigue driving.
Driving for four or five hours in a row is still very boring. Although Liuyuanzhai does not need to drive, people who take cars are often more tired than those who drive.
His eyelids were a little heavy and he was drowsy. Liu Yuanzhai took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
In the dream, my beloved wife is by my side, and the food and wine are wonderful.
But just as she was immersed in her dream, the driver braked and stopped the car.
"Then you!" Liu Yuanzhai was awakened from his sweet dream and shook his head reluctantly.
"There's a car in front that broke down!" the driver said, pointing to the truck lying on the roadside in front of him.
Liu Yuanzhai rubbed his eyes and looked at the area illuminated by the car lights.
There was indeed a truck parked there, and it was parked sideways. The hood of the truck was open. There were toolboxes and scattered tools on the ground, and two yellow soldiers in military uniforms were smoking.
On the surface, it does look like a friendly vehicle has broken down.
But this late at night, a car suddenly appeared on the road, which still made Liu Yuanzhai wary.
"Get out of the car and take a look! Be careful, the road has been rough recently!" Liu Yuanzhai gave the order.
"Hi!" The driver nodded, opened the door and jumped out.
Later, Liu Yuanzhai also got out of the car, then unbuttoned his gun bag and put his hand on the gun, always ready to deal with emergencies.
The driver trotted over and communicated with a small Japanese soldier for a while, then turned around and came to Liu Yuanzhai's side and stood at attention and saluted, "Report to Second Lieutenant Liu Yuan that they are the convoy of the Ninth Mixed Brigade of Hong'an County and are performing a transportation mission. , now the car has broken down and cannot be driven, and I would like to ask us to help repair the car."
"Repair the car?!" Liu Yuanzhai looked puzzled, and then asked, "What are they transporting?"
"150MM mountain gun." the driver replied.
The 150mm mountain cannon is considered a heavy artillery piece and is usually not transported by a vehicle, which makes Liu Yuanzhai even more suspicious.
However, although he was confused, he did not fall out. Instead, he asked the driver to check it, while he ordered others to get off the car and guard with him.
If it is true, the task of transporting artillery cannot be delayed. If he delays the military prostitute and is reported to the police because he does not help, then it will be enough for him to drink a pot of wine by then.
The driver ran over and communicated with the newsboy again, then came to the back of the car, climbed into the car, and then checked it carefully before returning to Liu Yuanzhai, "Report to Second Lieutenant Liu Yuan, it is indeed a 150-meter mountain cannon. , complete with accessories.”
Liu Yuanzhai nodded, and the doubts in his heart eased a bit, "Did they say there was something wrong with their car?"
"They said they didn't know why it was broken, they just knew it wouldn't start," the driver replied.
"Go and take a look first. If it's not troublesome, just help me!" Liu Yuanzhai said.
"Hi!" The driver took the order and went over to check.
Then, the newsboy trotted to Liu Yuanzhai, stood at attention and saluted, "Thank you, Lieutenant, for your help!"
Liu Yuanzhai returned the greeting and said, "You're welcome. I am a classmate of the same period as Masatora Murakami of your Ninth Mixed Brigade. I should be able to help you with this small favor."
The newsboy's Japanese was pretty good, and he could understand it, but he didn't know the interpersonal relationships of the Ninth Mixed Brigade, and he didn't know if the Japanese officer in front of him bombed him.
But after all, the newsboy is an intelligence agent who has been lurking too far away for many years. In terms of intelligence gathering ability, he is on the same level as a Taoist priest.
Through experience and the subtle expressions on Liu Yuanzhai's face, he confirmed that Liu Yuanzhai was deceiving him.
So he looked slightly startled and said in an uncertain tone, "It seems that our army does not have a lieutenant named Masatora Murakami."
Liu Yuanzhai smiled softly, "That's because I remembered it wrong. The last time we met was a year ago. Maybe he was transferred to another army."
Through observation, the newsboy had now determined that Liu Yuanzhai was defrauding him, so he showed a more puzzled expression and said, "Our mixed brigade really does not have this officer. I wonder if you remember it wrong, Second Lieutenant."
Liu Yuanzhai raised his eyebrows and pretended to think for a moment, "Maybe I did remember it wrong!"
After testing it out and confirming that there was no danger, Liu Yuanzhai waved his hand and sent the newsboy off, while he returned to the car and planned to take a nap.
As a result, as soon as he closed his eyes, the driver ran back to report to him the status of the Independent Regiment's trucks.
The spark plug is broken!
A very common problem in this period can be fixed by replacing one, and sports cars usually come with a spare.
However, Li Yunlong's truck was stolen, so there was no spare parts reserve.
Even if there were, mechanical idiots like the Independent Group wouldn't recognize them.
The reason why the driver reported it was because he needed his own spare parts to repair the car, so he had to report it.
Liu Yuanzhai is someone who knows a lot about cars, so he naturally knows that spark plugs are cheap.
"Go and help them put it on, and then help them check to see if there are any other problems? I'll take a rest first, and then wake me up after their car is repaired." After that, Liu Yuan Zhai breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let the others take a break too." (End of Chapter)
