"Yiko-kun, this is the sake I asked someone to bring from the country, please use it."

In the Japanese-style tatami private room, Yinshan Prefecture garrison commander Ichiro Matsuda was having a banquet at his Kawasaki fellow villager Shigeo Shigeo.

Although they belong to the same sequence, because they each have their own responsibilities, they have not seen each other for a long time.

Yiko Shigetsuba finished his cup and shook his head in slightest.

This scene was seen by Ichiro Matsuda, and he asked with concern: "Is there any problem with this wine?"

“Not.”

Shigeo Yuko smiled apologetically: "Matsuda-kun, sake is very authentic. But recently I fell in love with Fenjiu in China, and sake looks light."

Matsuda Ichiro smiled relievedly. Everyone has different hobbies. The vast land of China has a long history and has developed a brilliant civilization.

He still loves sake, and it does not prevent him from liking the exquisite porcelain that is directly stored.

The two of them whispered and talked about the recent situation, and they inevitably became military again.

Shigeo Yuko asked: "Some time ago, I heard that two strongholds nearby were attacked and all six levels were destroyed. Do you know who did it?"

“It has not been found out yet.”

Matsuda Ichiro expressed shame that they did not capture any of the enemy's prisoners.

And the enemy seemed to have no intention of staying and ran away after fighting. His command had not found any clues to prove the enemy's identity.

Another unproven case was unproven, so he had to push his dead subordinates onto the guerrillas.

"I happened to know."

Shigeo Yuko showed off the truth in front of his old friend.

According to the information he received, it was made by the New Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army. This Eighth Route Army unit was transferred to Zhongtiao Mountain and passed by this place.

The layers of levels set up by the Imperial Army blocked the way forward, so this movement was made.

Matsuda Ichiro suddenly realized: "So that's it, Yiko-kun, your intelligence is much more informative than mine."

He also heard of the reputation of the new regiment of the 386th Brigade. He faced the Sakata United head-on and used despicable means to kill Colonel Sakata and break out of the siege.

Fortunately, I just passed by here. If I stopped here, Ichiro Matsuda would not be able to sleep.

"Yizijun, I respect you."

Ichiro Matsuda toasted a glass of wine, picked up a small pot and added wine, and asked, "How is the matter you have accompanied Colonel Yamashita to investigate? Will Taro Tanaka be dealt with?"

Shigeo Yuko said: "His support was not timely, resulting in nearly 200 imperial troops being killed in battle. The situation cannot stand the investigation, but we have no evidence of the problem.

He was a smart man. Colonel Yamashita generated a power report and reported him. Taro Tanaka immediately followed the situation and applied for transfer to the second line. He was transferred to the headquarters by his superiors and served as a free position."

"What a lucky guy."

Matsuda Ichiro sighed from the bottom of his heart.

If he is given tangible evidence, he will at least be sentenced to dereliction of duty after going to military court.

"Yes, he is lucky and will be able to go home to retire in two years." said Shigeo Yuko.

Matsuda Ichiro took a bite of rice balls and nodded, "Although it may not be appropriate for me to say this, as a soldier, it is a great blessing to be able to return home alive and leave a good end."

In recent years, the Eighth Route Army has become increasingly rampant. In addition to being safer in the city, once you go to the countryside,

You will face the landmines buried at unknown time, and the guerrillas suddenly appear to fire cold guns.

This kind of days that always requires fear makes everyone nervous. The morale of the Imperial Army soldiers has also declined to the extreme.

Matsuda has also heard of the power of the Eighth Route Army entrenched in the Zhongtiao Mountain area.

A few months ago, the Imperial Army mobilized more than 20,000 people to encircle and suppress the Eighth Route Army, but failed to achieve the goal but thousands were killed or injured.

The Imperial Army fought against more than 100,000 Central Army for a month without losing so much.

The impregnable mountain city changed hands overnight, and most of the garrisons were eliminated, and the commander could not escape.

Matsuda Ichiro also felt Taro Tanaka's mentality.

Is that going to rescue?

Once you are ambushed by the Eighth Route Army, you will be killing your life.

If the same thing happens to him, I'm afraid he will be careful and careful, for fear of being ambushed by the Eighth Route Army halfway.

Instead of being frightened all day long, it is better to give up your power and live a stable life in Taiyuan.

It is impossible for the Eighth Route Army to dare to fight Taiyuan.

Shigeo Yuko was very surprised when he heard his old friend's depressed mentality.

He comforted: "There are thousands of garrisons and thousands of guards of the Imperial Army. This force can be regarded as strong.

You still have a strong city to defend. If the Eighth Route Army dares to come, you will definitely be bleeding from the head, so don’t worry too much.”

"It's the Eighth Route Army except Nakajo Mountain." Matsuda Ichiro emphasized.

The fall of the mountain city left a deep impression on him, and he was even more afraid of the Eighth Route Army there.

"Fortunately, Yinshan County is very far away from Zhongtiao Mountain, and the Eighth Route Army there should not be any trouble for me if I seek far away."

His words were filled with a bit of self-deprecating and fear of the enemy, which was simply a shame.

But who is not afraid of powerful enemies?

Ichiro Matsuda picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the stuffy wine, and his mood became increasingly depressed.

Shigeo Yuko knew that no matter how much comforting you said, it would be useless.

Only by destroying the head of the Eighth Route Army in Zhongtiaoshan, destroying the Eighth Route Army there, and trampling the enemy under your feet can we break the curse and fear in the hearts of the imperial soldiers.

...

After getting the information he wanted from Wang Xia, a cliché plan gradually appeared in Yuan Lang's mind.

The plan is not about whether it is old-fashioned or not, but what is important is that it works.

He felt much more relaxed. After dinner, he went to the yard to tease the children from his fellow villagers' house.

The little boy looks three or four years old, and he is so crazy.

Yuan Lang squatted down and took out two candies from his pocket, "Little boy, how old are you?"

The little boy chewed his thumb, thought for a while and replied, "I'm five years old, and I'm six years old during the Chinese New Year."

From Yuan Lang's perspective, the little boy seemed to be malnourished, so he looked relatively thin.

He handed the candy over: "This is chocolate candy, sweet, you can try it."

The little boy walked forward, looked at Yuan Lang with pure eyes, then looked at his father standing not far behind him, and then picked up the chocolate candy.

"Hey wait..."

Seeing that the little boy had not even removed the wrapping paper, he was about to stuff the candy into his mouth. Yuan Lang hurriedly stopped him.

I demonstrated the correct way to peel candy and fed the chocolate candy to the little boy.

The chocolate candy melts in her mouth, and the sweet taste is refreshing. The little boy immediately narrowed his eyes and blinked his long eyelashes.

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious." The little boy nodded seriously.

Yuan Lang took out his pocket and grabbed it, carefully putting the chocolate candies into the little boy's pocket one by one.

The hostess who walked out of the compartment was quite embarrassed to see this and grabbed the little boy's hand: "How can you take someone else's stuff?"

Even if you see that it was given by someone else on his own initiative, the simple hostess in his heart still educates the child to not take whatever others give him casually.

Yuan Lang smiled and said, "As a child, don't be too strict. At this age, you should be carefree."

"Say thank you uncle."

The hostess shook the child's hand, and the little boy raised his head and blinked: "Thank you uncle."

Is it that old?

He is obviously a handsome big brother.

Yuan Lang smiled a little reluctantly, turned his head to thank the hostess for her hospitality.

He could see that the family was not rich, and the food they were just entertained was definitely a rare time for the New Year.

Otherwise, the child would not look malnourished.

Yuan Lang asked: "How many acres of land have you planted in your family. How is the harvest this year?"

The male owner who smoked a dry tobacco on the side saw that he was an honest man. When he heard that the Eighth Route Army at home asked about the fields, he started talking.

"My family planted eight acres of land and six acres of dry land and two acres of mountain land. There was little rain this year, and the drought in the fields was severe, so the harvest was not good."

Yuan Lang nodded slightly. This was not the first family he asked about. It was drought this year, and this was generally the case.

In addition, there are constant wars, and a lot of crops in the farmland have been damaged, so it is destined to have poor grain harvest this year.

"How many percent of the food did the Japanese collect this year?"
To be continued...