Yao Pengju is the only "militant" element under Zhao Zhiguo.

What attracted Yao Pengju was not the battle, but the supplies of the Japanese army.

In Yao Pengju's eyes, wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, and their special team is counting wolves, and they cannot lose money wherever they go.

Every time he heard about a mission, Yao Pengju always had an idea in his mind: there was an opportunity to improve the food.

"Captain, are you looking for me?"

Yao Peng came to the headquarters with his butt raised.

"I haven't seen you in the past two days, kid. What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Aren't we bringing in a dozen more soldiers and taking them for survival training?"

"How is Ding Yucheng?"

"Captain, did you call me here just because of him? This kid is not very good. His physical fitness is not bad at all. If his physical fitness cannot keep up, other training will naturally fall behind a lot."

Physical fitness is the foundation of a soldier. If you conduct field survival training and your physical strength is exhausted in half an hour, how can you survive?

"It's normal for the brother from the division to be unable to keep up with our pace because he has a weak foundation. Since his physical strength can't keep up, you should start training him from the most basic level."

Ding Yucheng is the future reconnaissance company commander of the independent regiment. As the saying goes, one general is incompetent and will kill a thousand troops.

As a reconnaissance company commander, he must lead his team deep behind enemy lines to detect the enemy's situation. In other words, under a certain environment, what they do is no different from that of a special operations team.

"Captain, these are the supplies that Ding Yucheng has recently consumed in our special operations team."

Yao Pengju took out a piece of paper from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of Zhao Zhiguo.

"You, old Yao, can do it. I said I haven't shown up for the past two days, so it turned out that you were plotting this with me behind my back?"

"Captain, we are brothers, and I am not being stingy with you. That kid Ding Yucheng is so good at eating. He can't keep up with training, and he eats no less than me. Our special team has independent supplies and cannot..."

Zhao Zhiguo put away Yao Pengju's account book speechlessly: "Stop it, stop it as soon as possible. How about I issue an order to lower the food standards starting from tomorrow?"

Yao Pengju quickly walked up to Zhao Zhiguo and took back his note.

"It's nothing, this is not a bill for expenses, it's just that I want to learn how to calculate accounts." Yao Pengju smiled and tore up the bill, "Captain, I'm just kidding you."

"Does your special force still have the uniforms of Japanese military officers?"

"Yes, there are quite a few more!"

In order to infiltrate behind enemy lines, Yao Pengju and others often kept Japanese military uniforms on hand. Some military uniforms had to be prepared several sets to avoid being lost or damaged on the battlefield and to have replacements.

"Arrange a squad of brothers to change into the Japanese military uniforms of one lieutenant colonel and one major sergeant, and the rest will change into the uniforms of captain officers and go to Anyang Town to wait for orders."

"Is there any mission? Do you need me to lead the team?"

"No need this time, it's just a formality. Let them bring their clothes and report to Gao Cang."

Zhao Zhiguo naturally wanted to use the special forces to identify the authenticity of the twenty.

If there is really someone planted by the little devil among those twenty people, we will find out tonight.

"Lu Zheng, send those twenty people to Anyang Town. They don't need to be blindfolded or detained. They also need to show enthusiasm. Remember, you must treat them as your own."

In the afternoon, a group of Chinese soldiers escorted twelve Japanese officers through the town of Anyang, and happened to pass by the twenty rescued prisoners of war.

People on both sides of the road were angrily throwing vegetable leaves at the Japanese officers.

The twelve Japanese officers lowered their heads, and no expressions could be seen on their faces.

The twenty prisoners of war who had been exchanged also stopped and looked at the scene in front of them. No one knew what they were thinking.

"Did you capture many Japanese officers?" one of them asked Lu Zheng.

In fact, they couldn't believe that the Chinese army was able to capture the Japanese army.

On the battlefield, the army they belonged to retreated as fast as a rabbit escaping from the mouth of a hound.

Capturing Japanese soldiers? There were also a large number of Japanese officers? This completely impacted their understanding of this war.

"It's just the Japanese army, and the little devils are also human beings. In terms of strategy, we in China are the ancestors of Xiaobenzi! It's normal to capture them." Lu Zheng didn't take it seriously.

"Thank you for being able to bring us back."

"Brother, stop thinking nonsense. You are home when you get here. Have a good night's rest. You can decide whether you want to go or stay tomorrow. We never force anyone to join our team."

Lu Zheng told them about the discipline of the Eighth Route Army so that they did not have to worry about staying or leaving.

The Japanese prisoners of war caused quite a commotion in Anyang Town, but they left just as quickly as they came.

When the street became quiet again, Lu Zheng led a group of them to a private house.

"The conditions are a bit crude, but you won't be exposed to wind or rain. If you need anything, go next door. There are soldiers on duty there, and they will be responsible for taking care of you."

After Lu Zheng left, a soldier quickly pulled everyone together.

"Brothers, you don't really want to stay here and be the Eighth Route Army, do you?"

"I think they are quite good. They saved us, and as you can see, they also captured the little Japs, which shows that they are good at fighting. I don't think there is anything wrong with staying in such an army."

"Yes, they also said that you can come and go freely. It won't be too late for us to make a decision tomorrow!"

"Confused! You all know the former identity of the Eighth Route Army, right? You should have heard how many of their people died at the hands of our troops."

"What do you mean?"

"They must have deliberately tricked us into staying, and then when the war started, they would let me rush to the front and serve as cannon fodder."

What people fear most is that when they don’t have their own opinions, a person who makes lies will suddenly appear.

At this time, many people have no ability to judge.

In this life, it is normal for people to drift with the tide. Even if there is an abyss ahead, there will always be people jumping into it.

This scene is happening among these twenty people.

As long as one person insists on his own opinion, the remaining nineteen people who have no idea will follow his lead at any time.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

In a group, when one person makes suggestions, the brain IQs of the other people will drop rapidly, and then they will quickly become dependent on the person who makes suggestions.

"There are no guards outside. Let's escape quickly tonight. Maybe we can still find our own large army. Even if we can't find the large army, we can go home."

Escape at night seems to be their best choice at the moment.

"Even if we leave, we have to tell them that they rescued us and left without even saying hello. Isn't that..."

"Are you stupid? Can they still let us go after saying hello?"
Chapter completed!