Baliyingdong.

The moon has set, and the night before dawn is even darker. The plains are still extremely desolate, and except for the calm wind, no human activity can be seen at all.

A man in black appeared and hurried along the road towards the dark village ahead.

At the entrance of the village, I exchanged commands with the security guard and ran straight into the village.

The correspondent ran into a courtyard, rushed into a lighted room, and saluted Hu Yi, who was lying on the table: "Hello, battalion commander:"

Hu Yi, who was talking to the middle-aged man across the table, turned his head: "What's the matter?"

"The team of civilians moving things in Baidaokou Town have successfully left. Company Commander Ma and Company Commander Luo will evacuate later..."

"I know, be careful!"

"Yes!" the correspondent replied, saluted and turned to leave.

The middle-aged man opposite suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect you guys to play this trick!"

Hu Yi looked calm: "I'm a little surprised. There are not many enemy troops in that town. Why haven't you taken action against them? With the power of the division, it's not possible, right?"

The middle-aged man suddenly asked: "Do you know where their salt is finally sold?"

Hu Yi was stunned for a moment, feeling that what he said was on point, and vaguely guessed something: "What do you mean? Could it be..."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Your guess is good. Less than half of their salt actually goes into the mountains, and most of it is actually sold to the people. Our Eighth Route Army is a team of the people. Even in enemy-occupied areas, we must ensure the basic livelihood of the people.

Supplies!”

Hu Yi frowned: "Then why can't we guarantee food supply?"

"You come out of the mountains. You should know that our team in the mountains can barely survive by digging wild vegetables and eating two meals a day. Food is extremely scarce. Besides, we have to deal with the enemy's raids, so food must be ensured as a priority.

force!"

"I'm going to take a nap first."

"Okay, I've been traveling all day and I'm feeling sleepy..."

…

It's past four in the morning.

The lights of the three-wheeled motorcycle beside him were shaking. In the car behind him, the second lieutenant closed his coat and stretched out the window. Using the lights of the car behind him, he looked at the gift given to him by Mr. Wu. It was obviously not brand new.

Gold case round watch.

This thing isn't cheap, it's worth at least... fifty military notes.

The second lieutenant was in a daze, and his eyes were not limited to this watch at all, although this watch was equivalent to at least half a year's salary!

He was also not very interested in Commander Wu's plan. The Royal Association Army had just raided the model county for public security and only killed a few Eighth Route Army soldiers. To engage in such a big scene was to overestimate the guerrillas.

Not to mention that the person he wanted to kill this time was Tubalu. Maybe he didn't dare to show up at all.

Forget it, what's the point of thinking about these useless things? What interests him are the things left by the ancient capital. Thinking of this, he just closes his eyes and rests.

The translator, who had his body pressed against the car door, was blown away by the cold wind. His middle-parted sweaty head was ruffled, and his eyes were full of envy when he looked at the second lieutenant.

But I was thinking in my heart, it would be great if there was really a guerrilla attack this time. If the second lieutenant in the car was killed, I must find a way to get that watch by then!

This is how I got a gold ring last time!

The cold wind doesn't seem to be cold anymore.

The Japanese in the carriage behind did not stand neatly as they did during the day. They were swaying around and snoring in their sleep amidst the bumps.

The speed of the motorcade was not very fast, because behind, there was a group of traitors from the secret service group riding bicycles, and more than a hundred security troops were running forward, closely following the motorcade.

The team is moving at a turtle's pace.

It kept passing through some villages along the highway. After the convoy passed by, the sentinels stationed in the villages along the highway jumped out to greet the traitors riding bicycles behind and exchange information.

No one on the plains wants to be a sentinel, because everyone knows that if you work as an informant in these villages, you may be killed by the guerrillas at any time.

Therefore, many sentinels maintain unclear connections with the guerrillas. Most of the sentinels turn a blind eye to the active guerrillas. If there is nothing serious, no one will open their eyes and report any news.

...

Often the secret service team in the county will receive news only after the guerrilla activities have ended.

This situation has almost become an open secret, so much so that a delicate balance is maintained even between the two opposing parties.

...

Looking at the convoy and the traitor team going away to the east, Qianjiu looked at the man next to him: "Hey, these guys are running out of the city in the middle of the night. What's going on?"

"You shouldn't ask..." Heiying suddenly remembered that this was not his comrade, and immediately changed his mind: "...Uh... we came together, you don't even know, how do I know?"

"Didn't you cowards arrange for someone to inquire about the news in advance?"

Being called a coward, Captain Yang was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "You know nothing, even if we arrange for people to be in the city, the news will not be sent out at this time!"

"Oh? That's it! You two just stay here and watch the fun, I'll go to that shed and sleep a little longer..."

After Zhang Jiu finished speaking, he picked up the suitcase beside him, got up and left.

"Hey... let's go back and rest for a while!" Captain Yang was a little frustrated with this old man who was always picking things up.

If he really ran away, this would be a big problem.

in the dark.

Choi Jiu held two Pai Gow in one hand, and the Pai Gow made of ox bones flipped back and forth on his fingertips.

The man next to him lowered his voice and asked, "Brother, what are we going to do when we come back this time?"

Qianjiu stopped what he was doing: "Spend money!"

"Spend money? How come you have anything to do with these eight-way people again?"

Qianjiu stuffed Pai Gow into his pocket: "They want to borrow this box of money to spend it here in Wang Jingchang's name! They are afraid that we will take the money and run away..."

His subordinates had a black line: "Do you think these Eighth Route Army are blind? If we want to run away, how many of them can stop us?"

Zhang Jiu shook his head: "I think the captain named Yang is not a good person. You pighead, be careful and don't conflict with them!"

"These guys are so shameless. Even though we are working for them, we are still guarding our brothers!"

Zhang Jiu frowned and thought: "Be careful this time. When entering the city after dawn, don't be fooled by the man named Wu!"

The subordinate didn't take it seriously: "If he dares to play dirty, hehe, I will kill his whole family, young and old!"

Zhang Jiu rested his head on the money box and closed his eyes, feeling that his life was not as comfortable as before.

After Boss Hu saved his life, he opened the gambling shop directly into the provincial capital!

Even Xu Jinsen, the big traitor in the north, now has to sell his face.

This time, Wang Jingchang used Wang Jingchang's name to establish a connection with Commander Wu. It seemed that those who were in charge of the rudder in the so-called occupied areas had become acquaintances.

It looks endlessly beautiful!

There is a whole box of money under my head, but it is a pity that I still have to live a miserable life in this shabby place where there is not even a quilt to cover me and the air leaks everywhere.

Think carefully about tomorrow's itinerary.

After dawn, I went to the city and used the name of the leader of the Anxian Security Corps, Wang Jingchang, to buy cigarettes from the leader named Wu...

That person surnamed Wu shouldn't cause any trouble, right?

There is no need to think about whether you are a gangster or a gangster. This time, both parties doing business are the overlords of one party!

A business worth ten to twenty thousand yuan would not be taken seriously by the group leader named Wu!

After all, both sides have armies, and they can extort tens of thousands of dollars at any time by simply collecting some taxes or "lifting" two big families!

So even though he was alone, he was not afraid.

And before she left, Sister Su had told her that if the other party really had other ideas, it was all about saving her life!

At least they can be sure that they did not want to kill the man named Wu. The reason is very simple. If they really want to kill the traitor, assassination is better! Spending so much money to do business with the traitor is completely inconsistent with the habits of the Eighth Route Army!

As for the gangsters who followed them, did they have any other purposes? What did it have to do with me?

Thinking about it, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

If...he knew that the box of money under his head was all given by Li Youcai, who often owed him gambling debts...he would definitely drop his jaw and throw himself on the ground!

And he would also stick out his thumb and praise Li Youcai: "You are so damn... really awesome!"
Chapter completed!