The rare leaflets are scattered on various positions like snowflakes.

"One thousand two gold? How much does this cost?"

The soldiers on the position watched the Japanese troops scattering the leaflet, and they were shocked.

Don't say a thousand two gold, there are not many gold on their position.

"Don't have a dream, even if the little devil really gives it, you can spend money steadily? The rape team behind the enemy is not a trick." A veteran said.

The defection may be quite cool at the time, but after the defect, the door did not dare to take a step, because the place where he lived, the surroundings must be covered with a whistle.

The door dare not come out, it is useless to get 12,000 gold.

"We can't win the little devil, why bother." Said the soldier.

When the war became more and more hopeful, the soldiers' determination to resist Japan became more and more firm.

Just like when you are trying to see one thing for a long time, you will have results, and you will be more firm.

"Give me the leaflet!"

"What?"

"Wipe your butt, this thing is better than Turkic garbage, that thing is too pulling buttocks."

"I still want to keep the cigarette rolls, the paper sent by the little devil, what kind of taste I tasted."

"You accept the bribe by the little devil!"

"What bribes, just a piece of paper, the smoke is still my own. If the little devil is respectful and respectful, I will give me a box of cigarette rolls, say a word, grandpa, please, don't hit us, this is called

bribe."

"screw you!"

The Japanese army's position to their positions was quickly known by Matthewwen and Tian Kezhi.

"It didn't take long for the commander's front foot to go, and the village came again for me to play here." Tian Kezhi said, "Political commissar, I will order the position to collect the leaflets, no one can hide it."

"The content on the leaflet has spread out, and it is not significant to collect the leaflet again." Ma Xiuwen said.

Simple collection leaflets do not stop the transfer of content.

"What should I do? Can't let this kind of thing be fermented. Although I believe in our soldiers, it will not have a good impact after all."

The troops must have their own purity, and the news that the demon is confusing by the little devil can be passed on their troops.

"So, organize each ranking of self -study, and learn the content on the leaflet." Ma Xiuwen said.

Most soldiers of their troops recognize their words. Since they know the words, just say it!

"Ah? Still learning? What are you studying?"

Ma Xiowen picked up the leaflet placed on the table: "Write something, poke the Japanese army's lies on the leaflet, and let each row learn."

Thousands of gold, if there is a company of troops to vote for the little devil, there will be more than 100,000 gold, and the little devil will not hold gold as a soybean.

In his own article, Ma Xiowen poked through the lies in the Japanese leaflets, and then let the Propaganda Department print it and send them to each row to let them study carefully.

Matthew's approach is simple and rude. The leaflets of the little devils are issued. They study the words in the small devil's leaflets that are false, and those words are unrealistic.

After some of the troops summarized, the soldiers concluded that except for the paper they sent, the words above were fake.

However, the soldiers are not short of rubbing the butt paper.

The little devil's more than a dozen tons of paper was sprinkled, but it did not have a trace of effect, but gave the puppet army a chance.

The puppet army also heard about the reward of a thousand taels of gold. Knowing that there was so much money, the puppet army felt that a mountain of gold was coming to him, and his career was just around the corner.

So, several puppet soldiers discussed it and arranged for someone to pretend to be a soldier who had taken refuge with the Eighth Route Army and go to the little Japanese to receive the reward.

The puppet army was sometimes good at trapping little Japanese, but the result was that the Japanese army really fulfilled its "promise" and only gave them a few acres of thin farmland and a house.

Susukian is more than ten kilometers away from the nearest county town. His house is in the county town, and the house is surrounded by Japanese soldiers, not to protect him, but to monitor him.

As for the thousand taels of gold mentioned in the leaflet, the Japanese army only said that it would be given slowly in batches. As for whether you can survive until that time, that is another matter!

As Matthew Wen analyzed, the little devil never fulfilled his promise to the Chinese people.

Seeing that they couldn't get anything from the puppet army, they simply abandoned the pretenders.

In the end, the pretender could only tell the truth to the kid that he was a beggar on the street, and someone gave him money and asked him to find him a place to eat.

The Japanese commander responsible for organizing this incident was furious when he heard the news. He felt that he had been fooled, ordered the beggar to be buried alive, and investigated the incident.

The matter of the leaflets was dropped, because the little devils didn’t know when someone would pretend to be someone else and try to defraud them of their money without providing any useful information.

While the little devil was thinking about how to dismantle Zhao Zhiguo and find the secrets on Zhao Zhiguo's troop positions, Zhao Zhiguo arrived at the Eighth Route Army headquarters with weapons and equipment.

It is still a small mountain village, and it was tidied up quickly and neatly.

The soldiers are full of energy, standing guard and on duty!

Because Zhao Zhiguo had been to the headquarters, many soldiers knew Zhao Zhiguo and saluted him when they saw him.

Several staff officers from the headquarters heard that Zhao Zhiguo was coming and rushed over to greet him.

However, when he saw the huge motorcade behind Zhao Zhiguo, he was so surprised that he was speechless.

"Commander Zhao, you won the battle this time, and your capture was pretty good. You even brought in the Japanese mountain artillery?"

"The headquarters is looking good these days. You guys have gained weight." Zhao Zhiguo said.

These people were the ones who met Zhao Zhiguo in the first place. Unfortunately, the headquarters did not agree to release them in the end, so they could only continue to work at the headquarters.

"I want to ask you something, has Mr. Yan arrived?"

When Zhao Zhiguo came to the headquarters this time, the person he cared about most was of course Mr. Yan.

A staff officer nodded: "He also brought a lot of guns and ammunition."

"How many more are there than me?" Zhao Zhiguo asked curiously.

"Of course not. Your cannon can withstand half of his supplies."

Although cannons are not worth the price of several thousand rifles, they are rare in number, and things are more valuable when they are scarce.

"Liu Qingsheng, take good care of our supplies. Let the head of the headquarters come and take a look later and praise us." Zhao Zhiguo said with a smile.

Zhao Zhiguo is not interested in drinking. His purpose is of course to show off in front of Mr. Yan and tell Mr. Yan that the weapons and equipment he sent are garbage.

"Not bad, we won another battle!" The deputy commander led a group of people to the entrance of the village.

Apparently the guards at the entrance of the village had reported it, and Zhao Zhiguo led people to the headquarters.

The person on the right of the deputy commander is Mr. Yan himself, and behind Mr. Yan is Cao Jiyu.
Chapter completed!