The guerrillas and militiamen were laughing loudly, and the Japanese were also very happy that they had repelled the "Eighth Route" attack. If it were not for the lack of troops on hand, the Japanese would have planned to come out to fight in the stronghold.

The only ones in the audience who were unhappy were probably Ichiro Sanada and the others who were fake Eighth Route Army soldiers. Not only did they not get the location of the mechanism that the old village chief had lied about, but they also lost more than 20% of their troops.

"Retreat, retreat..." Seeing that nothing could be done, Sanada Ichiro led the fake Eighth Route Army, the Japanese who died in the battle, and more than twenty wounded people, and evacuated the battlefield.

"Bagh Ya Road! Who is guarding this stronghold? They are as stupid as pigs, how can they not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy? Also, if our weapons are not handy, this stronghold cannot stop us! Bag Ya Road

!" Sanada Ichiro cursed angrily, no longer caring about pretending to be a Eighth Route Army. Even at this time, he still had the heart to consider the issue of combat effectiveness.

"Company commander, company commander...well, that fellow has escaped!" At this time, the Japanese who had studied with him, Jiro Takaki, pretending to be an instructor, reported in fluent Kyoto.

"If you escape, then capture it... By the way, it was the shooting over there that caused the fight, right?" Sanada Ichiro looked at the hilltop where the district team was, and then lowered his head to think.

"District Captain, those Eighth Route Army's are fake. They don't eat coriander, don't talk much, and..." At this time, the old village chief reported the situation to the District Captain: "Thank you for coming, these fake Eighth Route Army"

It's a hard time. What should we do next?" After the old village chief finished explaining his findings, he asked. In fact, he said these words to relieve his nervousness.

After all, he had his head tucked into his waistband and had been dealing with more than a hundred Japanese for most of the day. He could have lost his life at any time! Now that everyone is back, he will inevitably talk a lot.

"Our district team has 135 people, 5 shotguns, 6 elm cannons, 54 rifles of various types, 217 rounds of bullets, three pistols, 60 rounds of bullets, shotguns..." Captain Han did not answer the old village chief.

Instead, he took out his record book and talked about the wealth of the district team: "Except for this, each person has 6 grenades, including one high-explosive grenade for each person, and the rest are made by the border area."

"In addition, we also brought 15 various mines, a grenade, and 6 grenades. These have been useless. The ammunition consumed in the sheep attack just now is..."

"Xiao Han, now is not the time to settle accounts. What do you think?" The old village chief became anxious and interrupted Captain Han.

"Old village chief, can you tell me about the troops and equipment of this fake Eighth Route Army?" Captain Han grinned, showing his big white teeth, like a certain idiot.

"What's the strength of the little devils? I've counted them and pretended to be one of our companies. There are 112 in total. As for the equipment, there are two Czech-style guns and the rest are large bolts. There are about 50 Hanyang-made and Jin-style guns.

There are more than thirty 6.5 made, 6 of which are official, and the best is Ma Sihuan, which has 3." The old village chief hangs out with the Eighth Route Army resident in the village all day long, and has long been familiar with the models of various guns, so he opened his mouth.

Come.,

"Old village chief, you are serious! By the way, the Japanese don't have shotguns, right?" Lao Yang suddenly asked.

"Hey, I'm so smart, how could I have forgotten this? Which company in our main force group doesn't have three or five shotguns? These fake Eighth Route Army don't have them. This is so obvious, why didn't I notice it?

Here!" The old village chief patted his forehead with some annoyance, and took the towel from his neck to wipe the sweat.

"Old village chief, comrades..." Captain Han stood up and said to everyone: "This fake Eighth Route Army team was discovered by our old village chief today, so it did not cause us any losses. But if today the old village chief

Didn’t you find it? After all, not every village has our Eighth Route Army troops stationed there for a long time, so it’s hard for ordinary people to distinguish the true from the false.”

"And once these fake teams are regarded as real by the people, the losses to our base area will be huge! Therefore, I decided to kill this fake Eighth Route Army we encountered! Don't look at the way they were fighting just now.

People are dead, but the fighting power is still there, and the destructive power is still there. And the only way is to kill them all! It's just in time, can you change our equipment?" Captain Han said.

"I agree with Lao Han's opinion! My decision is to fight! Even if all our district teams fight, we cannot let this team pretend to be the Eighth Route Army and deceive others!" Comrade Lao Yang said firmly.

"Then in this case... let me go again! I'll go over now and bring those fake eight-robbers over. If you feel uncomfortable, just beat me. Leave me alone! Xiao Wu, live a good life with Shan Xing'er. If I die, I will definitely

You must live a good life until the day the Anti-Japanese War is won and have more children!" The old village chief thought for a moment and decided to be the bait again.

"Old village chief, this can't be done, it's too dangerous, this... let's send people, send young people!" Lao Yang stopped him.

"Don't mention it to me! I'm already so old. If I die, I will die. The young ones are still in their good years! Keep the young ones to fight more Japanese, work more, and raise more children!" said the old villager

He took a long look at the soldiers around him and suddenly smiled: "This is our home! How can we let the little devil kill people and set fire to our home? I'm going!" The old village chief got up and left.

After walking for less than ten steps, the old village chief suddenly stopped, pointed to a pond at the bend of the mountain and said, "This is where I will survive!" After that, he continued to walk towards the Japanese.

During this period of time, Sanada Ichiro sent a small team of Japanese soldiers, who were conducting reconnaissance towards the district team. Although these Japanese soldiers were wearing the familiar Eighth Route Army uniforms, everyone knew that they were fucking idiots.

Little Japs. Soon, the old village chief swaggered directly towards the Japs’ reconnaissance team.

"Hey, take me to Xiao Zhen quickly. I found our border agency. They came out of the mountain. Hurry, aren't you looking for a large army? It's right over there!" The old village chief saw in his clothes.

No one can see any flaws in the expressions of the relatives. It is a performance that surpasses the best actor.

"Let's go!" The leader of the investigation team, who didn't speak Chinese well, but still emphasized one word, took the old village chief to see Ichiro Sanada.

"Xiao Zhen, are you okay? Are all comrades okay? I went over there just now and saw the division chief. He was very satisfied with your performance. The devil's weapons are too good. We can't defeat the district.

The chief asked you to go over, and let's discuss how to remove this stronghold!" Facing Ichiro Sanada, the old village chief said these words with true feelings from the bottom of his heart.
Chapter completed!