The brothers of the reconnaissance company touched the Japanese defense zone.

The highway position is surrounded by mountainous areas and the terrain is complex, so a few soldiers will have no problem infiltrating it.

If the large army wants to pass, it will definitely be difficult!

Zhao Zhiguo glanced at the protective soldiers following behind him. They would definitely not leave Zhao Zhiguo's side easily.

Yao Pengju also saw the troubled expression on Zhao Zhiguo's face, and took the initiative to say: "Captain, how about I accompany the brothers from the reconnaissance group?"

"That's okay, remember, the location must be well concealed, and it must be able to replenish supplies for them!" Zhao Zhiguo said.

Behind enemy lines, the most difficult thing to do is to replenish supplies. There are Japanese sentries and patrols everywhere. If you are not careful, you may be discovered by the Japanese army.

These two observation posts are located on both sides of the highway position, one in the south and one in the north. They are in the perfect location!

"Okay, I'll give you one day." Zhao Zhiguo said, "You two, go find any villages nearby and inquire about the situation."

Although it is risky to place observation posts in enemy-occupied areas, it can buy more time for the air defense forces.

What they need most is time, so they can only take some risks.

Zhao Zhiguo and the others settled in a nearby village. After several years of war, the village had long since become destitute.

Most of the people staying in the village are old people, and young people are rarely seen.

When the Jinsui Army came to arrest them, they frequently came to arrest young men. Later, the Japanese army continued to harm the village. Young people were either captured as soldiers or used as young men to work for the little devils.

The only ones left in the village are half-grown children and some old people!

The hardship of life and the disaster of war have made those who survived numb.

When they saw soldiers entering the village, the eyes of the elderly and children were still frightened because they could not tell which army the other party belonged to from their military uniforms.

A soldier whispered something in Zhao Zhiguo's ear.

"Captain, this is the militia squad leader in the village." A soldier introduced to Zhao Zhiguo.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the soldiers told the militia squad leader that Zhao Zhiguo was a regiment leader.

"Hello, Chief!"

The militia squad leader held a gun in one hand and gave a non-standard gun salute with the other.

"I'm not the leader, just call me Commander Zhao. How many militiamen and weapons are there in this village?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"There are only eight people in total, each with a gun. We are given plenty of grenades, five boxes, and one explosive pack. We have fewer bullets. On average, there are twenty rounds per person."

Because there are few young people in the village, not many are willing to join the militia.

"The main responsibility of your militia is to help relocate the people. There are already a lot of these weapons and ammunition. Some of our Eighth Route Army units are not as good as the weapons of your militia." Zhao Zhiguo said.

Although the number of Eighth Route Army troops is increasing, the demand for weapons is also increasing.

The equipment of many Eighth Route Army units today is not as good as that of Zhao Zhiguo and his militiamen.

The headquarters also thought about mobilizing a batch of weapons from Zhao Zhiguo's troops, but the pressure on Zhao Zhiguo's side was not low, so they left it alone.

"Although your militiamen don't need to fight much, you still have a heavy burden on your shoulders. Which village is your militia captain in?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"Five miles away from here, there is a village called Daxinzhuang. The village is relatively large and has many young people. They have thirty-nine militiamen in one village." said the militia squad leader.

"How are their weapons and equipment?"

"Their weapons are similar to ours, but half of them are Jin-made 65 rifles with similar bullets. On average, we have a few more grenades than them!" the squad leader reported truthfully.

"We are staying here for one night today. We have brought our own food. Can you find a free yard?"

"Yes, these days, nothing is free, so this house is free. In any village you go to, you can find several free yards for everyone to live in." said the militia squad leader.

It is good to fight, but the people will be killed in the war, and the villages will be emptied, so no one will live in them.

"Chief, the courtyard is a bit dilapidated! It's quite clean. Our team members usually meet here for meetings."

Militiamen also need to receive ideological education. Although they are militiamen, they are also members of the army. An army without ideas cannot always win the war.

Sometimes the militiamen study cultural classes together in this courtyard.

"As long as there is a place, I can sleep anywhere during the march or battle. You will take me for a walk in the village later."

With such a good opportunity, Zhao Zhiguo certainly had to understand the public sentiment.

The people may not know whose team they are, but Zhao Zhiguo wants them to know that the people who come to the village wearing these military uniforms will not snatch their things like the troops they encountered before.

When the locals saw the army entering the village, they hid in their homes and did not dare to come out.

Separated by a door, although they know that door cannot stop gunfire, they know that home is their only refuge.

"Folks, come out, this is the head of the Eighth Route Army!" the militia squad leader shouted.

The militia squad leader shouted over and over again, but the people in the village still refused to come out. It wasn't that they couldn't trust the militia squad leader, but they couldn't trust the soldiers.

"No need to shout!" Seeing that no one came out, Zhao Zhiguo stopped the militia squad leader from shouting, "Don't you usually publicize our team?"

"Chief, there must be propaganda, but they have never seen the regular Eighth Route Army." The militia captain said.

There have never been regular soldiers of the Eighth Route Army in the village, and the people have never seen the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army.

Zhao Zhiguo scratched his head and looked at the militia squad leader.

"Chief, don't look at me like this. I will definitely publicize it well in the future," the militia squad leader said.

"You should not be blamed for this matter. You should be given a military uniform."

Zhao Zhiguo finally realized what the problem was. The militiamen were wearing civilian clothes and did not even have the military caps of the Eighth Route Army.

"This hat is for you!" Zhao Zhiguo took off his own hat, "The military uniform will be replaced later, but you have to remember that with this hat, every move you make in the future will represent the Eighth Route Army, and you cannot do any harm.

Matters that are in the interests of our fathers and fellow villagers."

"Chief, this is impossible!"

"There is nothing wrong with it. Wear it well. When you see this hat in the future, you must set an example." Zhao Zhiguo said.

The military uniform on your body has a specific meaning at certain times. You want to let the villagers see that the Eighth Route Army will choose to stand with them no matter how difficult it is.

"Thank you, chief!" the militia squad leader said excitedly.

"Where is the well in the village?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

Zhao Zhiguo also wanted to carry forward the old tradition of the Eighth Route Army and do something for the people in the village.
Chapter completed!