"Immediately report to the commander of the Yamashita Division. We have determined the location of the main force of the Eighth Route Army's ninth column and are pursuing it. Please send support as soon as possible."
Isamu Terauchi drew his command sword and shouted to his embarrassed men: "The battle achievements are ahead, warriors, charge forward!"
The little Japanese chased Li Daben and the others along their path, and Isamu Terauchi walked in front of the team with his command sword raised.
They saw the quilts and leggings littered on the road, and the adjutant picked up an empty bullet bag and handed it to Isamu Terauchi.
Isamu Terauchi smiled proudly and said contemptuously: "The cunning Chinese people will be defeated immediately when they encounter the troops of the Imperial Japanese Army." He threw the bullet belt back as he spoke.
The adjutant said: "Judging from the amount of equipment on the ground, there are so many people. They must be the main force of the Eighth Route Army's Nine Columns."
"Quick, pursue the victory and catch up with them!"
The little devil accelerated his marching speed and chased for a whole day, but did not find a single enemy figure, and the equipment thrown on the ground became less and less.
The sky was getting dark, and Li Daben and others were still running forward regardless.
"Run forward, don't stop," Li Dajing urged.
"What are you doing with that tortoise shell on your back? Throw it away." Li Daben said, looking at the marching pot on Abacus's back.
"Throw it away? You can't throw away the guy we are eating with, right?" The magnet looked confused and said with a grin. He had no idea what Li Da's ability was.
"If you throw it away, what will we eat?"
"What to eat"
"When we catch up with the main force, let them make dumplings and pork stewed with vermicelli for us." Li Da was able to lie again.
"Throw it away", several people hurriedly put the abacus on their backs and threw the cauldron on the ground.
Terauchi Isamu and his men were still chasing after him. The adjutant said to Terauchi Isamu: "Terauchi-san, it is very dangerous to fight in the mountains at night. We are not familiar with the terrain. If we continue to move forward, we may be ambushed by the Eighth Route Army again."
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"Of course I know, but now there is no room for retreat."
Just as he was talking, there was a sudden noise, which scared the little devils and raised their guns one by one.
Isamu Terauchi hurriedly stepped forward to check and asked, "What's wrong?" It turned out that the Japanese accidentally kicked a military pot.
"There are weapons left by the Eighth Route Army on the ground," the soldier replied.
Isamu Terauchi knocked the pot in front of him with the tortoise box in his hand, and then turned it over to take a look.
Temple Isamu was stunned, pondered for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.
A group of little devils looked at each other in confusion.
Isamu Terauchi stopped laughing and said solemnly: "The enemy has even thrown away the cooking pot, which shows that they are desperate! Temporarily stop advancing and report to the division commander that we will eliminate a unit of the Eighth Route Army's ninth column.
, and captured a marching pot."
At this time, Yamashita Fengwu's support troops had occupied the Eighth Route Army station and changed the station into a temporary pre-war command post.
"Sir, there's a call from the front line!" The communications officer walked in and handed a translation into Yamashita's hands.
Yamashita looked at the telegram and frowned, looking very helpless.
"This vendor from Osaka even has to report a pot for the army! Isn't there anything else he can report?"
The communications officer asked carefully: "Could it be a codeword?"
Yamashita raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
"Because the information is very important and we are afraid of being intercepted by the enemy, so we sent it in code?" the communications officer said uncertainly.
Yamashita nodded: "Go check the code book quickly."
"Yes!" The communications officer ran away.
The communications officer rushed to check the code book: "There is nothing. What on earth is Isamu Terauchi doing?"
The Japanese soldier holding a flashlight next to him asked: "Maybe they are using an expired code book?"
While we were talking, the communications officer came again.
He said to Yamashita with excitement on his face: "Sir, the current code book does not contain the code word marching pot, but in the old code book, marching pot refers to officers above the division level of the Eighth Route Army."
As he spoke, he unfolded an old code book and handed it to Yamashita.
Yamashita stared at the code book and said in confusion: "According to the intelligence, the division-level officers of the Eighth Route Army should be in the Wutai Mountain area of Shanxi. How could they appear here?"
"Maybe God is blessing us!"
He said to the communications officer: "Send a report to Isamu Teruchi and ask him to check again to confirm that the person captured is an officer at the division level of the Eighth Route Army!"
Soon, Terauchi Isamu received a telegram from Yamashita: "Sir, the division commander asked us to verify. Please make sure that what was seized is really a marching pot."
Isamu Terauchi said dissatisfiedly: "These bureaucrats who graduated from mainland China, what can they confirm about a marching pot?"
He looked at the marching pot lying quietly on the ground at his feet in surprise, wondering why Yamashita Fengwu cared so much about a marching pot.
What was even more unimaginable to him was that after he replied to Shanxia, what he got was indeed a military pot.
Yamashita actually sent another telegram, asking him to confirm that it was an Eighth Route Army's marching pot and not that of other troops.
"Baga, it's just a marching pot. Is it necessary to confirm it again and again?" Terauchi Yong said to the communications officer.
"Commander Yamashita Division may have his own intentions for doing this." The communications officer lowered his head and replied.
Temple Yong held the pot in his hand and looked up and down by the bonfire. There was nothing special about the pitch-black body of the pot.
A wooden sign hung on the marching pot, "Sakamoto, Sakamoto."
"Hi"
"See if the writing on this is from the Eighth Route Army."
"Sir, it says on this pot that it belongs to the Ninth Column of the Eighth Route Army."
“Call back immediately”
After sending the telegram, he received the third telegram from Yamashita Fengwu. The content of the telegram made him feel sleepy all of a sudden.
"Order the brave men in the temple to immediately rush to the nearby Liubao stronghold, protect the marching pot, wait for reinforcements, and wait for the response of other troops! The adjacent troops immediately move closer to Liubao to ensure the absolute safety of the Liubao stronghold. The Army Air Force and
The heavy artillery regiment enters combat mode and conducts all-round bombing on the possible hiding places of the Eighth Route Army near Liubao stronghold!"
Therefore, because of this marching pot, the Japanese army made a major adjustment in troop deployment, and all moved closer to Wuyi County where the New Third Company retreated.
In a very short period of time, the Japanese army in Wuyi County and around bd, and even in the entire North China region, became nervous and deployed a large number of troops to guard roads, railways, and bridges.
The local troops were all in disarray and had no time to attack the Nine Columns.
This also made the Nine Columns Headquarters, which was preparing to deal with a worse situation, very puzzled.
Since it was Zhou Weihan's New Second Regiment that was responsible for covering the retreat of the main force, they would be unable to contact them for a while.
Li Yunlong was originally in a very good mood, and Xinyi Tuan has started a lot of side jobs these days.
As it turns out, the brigade commander just called and scolded him, "Li Yunlong, you kid didn't do anything behind my back, did you?"
"Brigadier, this is such a huge injustice. I've been keeping to myself lately, how dare I cause trouble?" Li Yunlong said aggrievedly, like an angry little daughter-in-law.
"It's good that you didn't cause any trouble. If you let me know that this matter has anything to do with you, your kid will feel better!"
"Brigadier, please walk slowly! Brigadier"
Li Yunlong hung up the phone and said to the guard: "Go and ask the enemy engineering unit to find out what's going on? If you let me know, I will have to beat him to pieces."
At the same time, the Eighth Route Army headquarters was also confused, and the boss and deputy chief of staff were confused when they stood in front of the map.
"It's such a big battle, but our headquarters didn't get any news at all. It's really crazy. What is going on? Can any of you tell me?"
"Just now, Commander Yan from the World War II Zone sent a telegram, complaining about me, saying why he didn't say hello to his commander in such a big battle?"
At this time, a staff officer came in and reported: "Report, there is a new situation."
"speak"
"Just now, our monitoring personnel discovered that the Japs are also in chaos. The commander of the North China Front personally communicated with a division commander. Our communications personnel are not very good at Japanese and can only listen to general information."
"He found that the enemy mentioned two words many times. He asked the translator, and the translator said that these two words were Wuyi County and Marching Pot?"
