"Bagaya road!"

"What did you say?"

Takeuchi Renshan stood up and slapped the table, almost throwing the phone in his hand.

"General, our grain depot was attacked. The entire grain depot was burned down. All the food that was collected was burned to the ground." A message in pure Japanese came from the phone.

"Say it again!" Takeuchi Lianshan's face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were like an abyss, shining with a lustful light that wanted to devour others.

The Japanese officer on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then tremblingly repeated what he had said before.

"Where are the defenders? Are they all dead?"

"All the defenders died heroically."

"hiss!"

Takeuchi Lianshan was stunned, and the defenders were silent. Even if he wanted to blame, there was no one to blame.

"Immediately transfer a batch of living supplies from the nearest grain depot!" Takeuchi Renshan immediately ordered: "Hurry!"

"Your Excellency, General, it is easy to allocate supplies, but Shuxia will be ambushed again on the road, and the supplies will not be delivered to Your Excellency, General."

How could Takeuchi Lianshan not know this truth, but he had already figured it out: "Just allocate supplies, and I will send people to respond."

"Hey!"

On the other end of the phone, the Japanese officer's voice of agreement soon came.

After hanging up the phone, Takeuchi Renshan's face turned completely dark.

"Bagaya road!"

"General, are they the guerrillas of the New Fourth Army?" The staff officer next to him also frowned and expressed his guess.

"Recently, that group of guerrillas got a batch of our weapons and equipment from nowhere. The equipment is very sophisticated."

"Are you talking about the guerrilla group that appeared in Heshun last time?" Takeuchi Renshan said with a frown.

The staff officer said: "Now the Kuomintang troops in China have completely abandoned the West Bank and have chosen to retreat to the East Bank. Those operating on the West Bank have always been guerrillas."

"But didn't we already wipe out a group of guerrillas last time?" Takeuchi Renshan said doubtfully.

"We have wiped out a group of guerrillas, but not all of them." The staff officer said with a wise look: "In Chinese terms, these guerrillas are like centipede insects, dead but not stiff. Let's wipe out a group of them.

As long as a few escape, another group will appear soon."

"Guerrillas?" Takeuchi Renshan shook his head and said: "I always feel that what we are facing this time is not a guerrilla."

"What do you mean, General?" the staff officer asked doubtfully.

Takeuchi Renzan said: "I still remember when we first captured Burma, the one that defeated Tachibana Kiyo at Nantianmen with a group of remnant soldiers, then ran for hundreds of miles, attacked the airport, and cut off our supply line.

The army?"

"The general is saying that the Chinese army did not leave the West Bank at all, but hid, and when we relaxed our vigilance, they ran out again?"

"What these Chinese troops are best at is hiding." Takeuchi Lianshan said with twinkling eyes: "They are like rats in the gutter, they can survive in the most difficult environment."

Neither Takeuchi Renzan nor his staff thought that this sudden enemy would come from the east coast.

Because in their inherent understanding, the Nu River is an isolation zone that separates the east and west. Whether they want to go from west to east or the national army on the other side wants to go from east to west, they must cross the Nu River.

No matter which party wants to cross the Nu River, they cannot escape the eyes of the other party.

And now the national army on the other side has been huddled in their "tortoise shells" without any movement. Therefore, neither Takeuchi Renzan nor his staff have made any difference between this group of powerful enemies who suddenly appeared and the national army on the other side.

Have been in contact.

"After such a long time, how did so many of them survive under our eyes?" the staff officer asked in confusion.

Renzan Takeuchi said: "Their number should not be large, but their weapons and equipment are relatively sophisticated."

"When they were at Nantianmen, they numbered more than a thousand at most. They traveled hundreds of miles behind them, attacked the airport, cut off food routes, and fought with us many times. They must have lost their troops, otherwise, they would not have disappeared.

More than a year.”

"Could it be that the guerrilla group in Heshun last time was part of this Chinese army?" the staff officer boldly thought.

"Would they have broken into pieces long ago and developed guerrilla forces in all the areas we occupied?"

The two of them talked to each other, and the more they guessed, the more they felt that what the other party said made sense.

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On the other side, on a hill dozens of miles away from the burned warehouse, the members of the commando team were beating their chests and regretting it.

"I've never seen so much food in my life."

"Piles piled up into hills, so much food is enough for us to eat for a lifetime."

"A lifetime? I can't finish it in a lifetime!" Snake Butt added angrily.

Doubiang's face rarely showed his trademark silly smile, but instead looked a little dazed: "I've never seen so much food."

"With so much grain, how much rice can be steamed?" Kang Ya spoke in authentic Shanxi dialect.

"Tch! Isn't it just a pile of grain? A bunch of bastards who have never seen the world." Milong complained disdainfully.

"How can we compare with your boss fan?" Bu La said.

Yao Ma, who has always been indistinguishable from Bu La, immediately said, "That's right! We are just a bunch of idiots, we can't compare with Boss Mi."

"Cut!" Milong didn't bother to talk to these two guys. He cut his head and turned away.

Doubian glanced at Wang Zhong who was quietly eating a canned food next to him. He walked up to Cao Lin with the canned food and asked what he was wondering: "Captain, why don't we distribute the food to the people instead of giving it to them?"

Is it burned?"

Looking at Doubiang with a stupid look on his face, he could actually ask such a question, which shows that Doubiang is not really stupid.

Wang Zhongdao: "Do you think if we distribute the food to the surrounding people, they can keep it?"

Doubi was stunned for a moment, then realized: "The captain is worried that the Japanese will take the food back after they know the news?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wang Zhongdao: "Originally without these grains, they could still eat some grass roots, wild fruits, wild vegetables, leaves, go into the mountains to hunt, and go down to the river to catch fish.

You can catch birds, there are many things you can do, and it’s not so easy to starve to death.”

"But if we share the grain with them, if the Japanese find out, we can just take the grain away from them. But if the Japanese get angry and kill them all, won't we be harming them?"

Wang Zhong's words were like a basin of cold water being poured on everyone's heads during the cold winter when snowflakes were flying all over the sky.

The doubts on Doubiang's face gradually disappeared, and his expression gradually became serious, dignified, and silent.

The last time they crossed the river to pick up Meng Fanle's parents, they met a group of guys in the woods who claimed to be the people of Lianhua Town. They were all unkempt and looked like savages.

The Japanese didn't regard them as human beings at all, they only regarded them as targets for shooting. When they got interested, they would shoot them a few times while they were farming to compare their marksmanship. When they got interested, they would leave a few corpses behind.

, and left with a happy smile.

And those "savages" left a few corpses behind when they plowed, a few corpses when they sown, a few corpses when they transplanted seedlings, and a few corpses when they weeded.

, leaving several corpses behind when going to harvest...

In less than two years since the Japanese occupied the West Bank, their numbers have become fewer and fewer, and dozens of fresh lives have fallen on the land they cultivate.

No one had the slightest doubt about Wang Zhong's words, because the cruelty of the Japanese was far beyond their imagination.

The forest suddenly became quiet, and no one was pitying the piles of hills, which were enough to support a reinforced regiment with food for nearly a year.

No one opened their mouths to play and joke anymore. Everyone chose silence, silently eating the cans in their hands, silently looking at the dead branches and leaves in front of them, and listening to the sounds of insects and birds echoing in the forest.

Suddenly, the silent atmosphere was broken again: "Do you think the folks from Lianhua Town we met last time were arrested by the Japanese?"

Everyone looked at Wang Zhong who was speaking, with confusion in their eyes.

Wang Zhong ignored them, but looked at the little bookworm next to him: "Do you think if we pull them all into our team, is it possible to form an anti-Japanese team nearby?"

Wang Zhong mentioned two teams in his words, but the meanings of the two teams were completely different.

The little bookworm shook his head and said, "I'm not sure either."

"When I left, I left in a hurry."

Wang Zhong stood up directly and said with a firm look: "Now that the enemy's granary has been destroyed, if we want to transport supplies again, we can only go back and forth from a farther place. Let's speed up. One day is enough."

"Rest for another twenty minutes, clean up all the traces, and then set off to find those folks in Lianhua Town."

"They are a group of ordinary people who have never even held a gun. Even if we integrate them, they will not be able to help us in a short time." Bu La said calmly.

Wang Zhong looked a little surprised. He didn't expect these words to come out of his mouth, but immediately he felt more relieved: "Yes, your concerns are right, but the current situation is not good for us.

In the future, the Japanese army will definitely allocate more manpower to escort supplies, and they will definitely send troops to find us."

"Although we have strong mobility, our numbers are too small. The success of this raid also caught the Japanese by surprise. I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve such results again in the future."

"Instead of harassing them in a small way, it is better to find another way and form a team nearby."

"As for the question you mentioned, as long as they fight a few battles and see a few bloodsheds, they will naturally become qualified soldiers."

The little bookworm also said: "Instead of sitting and waiting to die, it is better to pick up a gun and resist."

"We have been so comfortable for too long that we have forgotten that we still have blood, and we have forgotten that we are not just fish and meat on the chopping board." The little bookworm said with some excitement.
To be continued...