Kenji Nonaka and the accompanying agents entered the guerrilla zone and headed north. They encountered a village close to the Japanese stronghold and did not stop.
According to his thinking, at this time, their group was the real Eighth Route Army. If they were really the Eighth Route Army, how could they appear in a village very close to the Japanese stronghold? Isn't this an obvious flaw?
But most of this group of disguised and lurking agents are new recruits who have just undergone training, and the others are even worse, Chinese people selected from the occupied areas.
Fortunately, Kenji Nonaka understands that these agents are not mainly engaged in combat, but hiding in disguise is their fundamental purpose. If they are veterans who have served for many years, they will easily expose their identities through their unnoticeable habits.
Kenji Nonaka waved his hand and the team stopped advancing: "Comrades, we will rest in the village in front of you in a while. You must pay attention to your status!"
"yes!"
The closed training lasted for two months. After Kenji Nonaka finished speaking, many people in the team showed expressions of eagerness to try.
"Set off!"
Three or four miles outside the village entrance of Tiancun, two militiamen were hiding in a hidden corner, one holding a spear and the other holding a hatchet for cutting firewood.
"A team of our Eighth Route Army is coming towards us!" Tian Desheng said, pushing his younger brother Tian Defu.
"Wait a minute, why are you coming from the south? That's the little devil's territory over there!" Tian Defu said.
The two of them observed for a while, and Tian Desheng said: "Look at this equipment and costume, who else could it be besides our Eighth Route Army team? The straw sandals are worn out!"
After saying that, he dragged his brother and rushed out from the corner.
The two men suddenly revealed their whereabouts, which shocked Kenji Nonaka and his party. Several agents behind them quickly raised their guns.
Kenji Nonaka took a closer look and saw from the way they were dressed that they were village militiamen, and a kind smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"It's one of our own!"
"Comrade, what is the boundary here? Are you the militia of this village?" Kenji Nonaka asked with a smile.
"This is Tiancun in Wu'an. Comrades of the Eighth Route Army, where did you come from?" Tian Desheng asked.
"That's great. Our team was ambushed from Changzhi in the south. Can you take us to the village to rest?"
"I'm not afraid of your jokes. I've been traveling for two consecutive days. The soldiers are exhausted. It's almost a day since they lost their teeth!" Kenji Nonaka pointed at the soldiers behind him.
Tian Desheng glanced at his younger brother Tian Defu, and seeing that he had no reaction, he quickly said: "I will take you to the village to rest!"
After hearing this, Nonaka Kenji was overjoyed and said loudly: "Comrades, let's go and follow the militia comrades into the village!"
Tian Desheng led a group of troops towards his village, but Tian Defu did not move, staring straight at every soldier passing by him.
When everyone had finished leaving, he followed from behind.
After walking for a while, we entered the village. The children in the village saw the Eighth Route Army entering the village, and a group of children followed behind.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Xueming, who was in the team, took out a handful of fried soybeans from the grain bag and gave them to the children.
"Eat slowly and don't grind your teeth!"
"Comrades, this is my home, come in first!" Tian Desheng stepped forward and opened the door.
"Comrade, we won't go in. There are about a hundred people, and it's too crowded to go in!" Kenji Nonaka said and pointed to a shady spot at the base of the wall for the soldiers to rest.
"Prepare some water for us, this dry food is too hard to swallow!" Kenji Nonaka patted the food bag on his body and said.
After hearing this, Tian Desheng entered the yard and took a wooden bucket to draw water from the well in his yard. Tian Defu slipped in after him.
He closed the door to the yard and whispered: "Brother, there is something wrong with this group of Eighth Route Army soldiers. They look weird!"
"What's wrong? When the Eighth Route Army comrades saw the children in the village, they all divided the food in the bags. When they arrived at the door of our house, they didn't even enter the yard!"
"I can't say what's wrong. Anyway, it's just different from the Eighth Route Army we usually see. By the way, look at their beards. Have you ever seen any Eighth Route Army soldiers who are so clean-shaven? There's no stubble at all!"
Tian Defu pointed at his beard and said.
"You put it that way, it's not strange for officials to be clean, everyone seems to be clean shaven!" Tian Desheng put down the bucket, and he was beating a drum in his heart.
"All the militiamen in our village were taken away by Captain Sun of the district team. You can climb over the wall from behind and quickly find Captain Sun and others. We can't tell. Captain Sun has been in the main force, so he will definitely be able to tell!"
Tian Desheng said.
"Brother, what about you?"
"I still have to greet them, there are so many folks in the village!"
Outside the yard.
Kenji Nonaka and Yuan Xueming were sitting together, and they were talking quietly.
"They probably didn't see the flaw!" Yuan Xueming said.
"It's okay from the looks of it, just kill him!" Kenji Nonaka's eyes flashed fiercely, not caring about human life at all.
After hearing this, Yuan Xueming trembled in his heart, moved his mouth silently twice, and finally said nothing.
He knew in his heart that in terms of status, in this team, he was not even as good as those selected from the Japanese-occupied areas. In the eyes of Nonaka Kenji, he was just an Eighth Route Army traitor after all.
They are all traitors, and they can be divided into three, six, and nine grades.
Tian Desheng pushed open the courtyard door, holding a basket with a bowl in one hand and a bucket in the other, and walked over unsteadily.
Upon seeing this, Kenji Nonaka hurried forward and waved, grabbing the bucket full of water without any explanation: "Comrade, I'm here!"
"Comrades, come here for a drink of water!"
The soldiers who had been thirsty for most of the day got up one after another, but Yuan Xueming sat under the wall without moving. Looking at Kenji Nonaka's hypocritical smile, Yuan Xueming seemed to see a devil dangling in front of his eyes.
"Comrade, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?" Tian Desheng asked.
"My name is Li Zhongjian, and that is my instructor Yuan Xueming!" Kenji Nonaka said kindly.
...
Tian Defu ran all the way out of the village. There were many villagers in the village. His two brothers had no parents since they were young, so they relied on the clansmen with the same surname to support them. If he was really a little devil, he would harm the whole village.
At this time, Zhou Weihan personally set out with the reconnaissance company, and Tian Defu, Zhou Weihan and others met unexpectedly.
"You kid doesn't look at me, what should I do if I hurt you?" A soldier from the reconnaissance company put down his gun.
"Comrade, where did you come from!" Tian Defu was out of breath, but he still did not reveal the truth immediately for fear of meeting another group of little devils pretending to be the Eighth Route Army.
"What's going on?" Zhou Weihan heard the noise and walked forward quickly.
"Chief, I almost accidentally injured a fellow villager!"
Zhou Weihan looked at Tian Defu and said, "Fellow, why are you in such a hurry!"
"Let me ask first, where did you come from?"
"Where did it come from? Are there other Eighth Route Army troops in Wu'an and Wuyi? We are an independent detachment, located in Yamawang Mountain!" Zhou Weihan said loudly.
"Really from an independent detachment?"
"How can it be false? This is our leader!" said a soldier from the reconnaissance company.
"Great, but they found our Eighth Route Army team. I am a militiaman from Tamura. I went to look for the district captain and the others, but I didn't expect that I was in vain!" Tian Defu said anxiously.