under fire

Another major event in 1943 was the dissolution of the Third International.

The chairman of Chongqing thought that the Eighth Route Army had lost its backing, so he was overjoyed and ordered Hu Zongnan to assemble an army of 400,000 to prepare to wipe out northern Shaanxi in one fell swoop.

The Eighth Route Army had to transfer its main anti-Japanese forces in North China to the west.

The Eighth Route Army's forces fighting behind enemy lines seemed even more stretched, and the anti-Japanese struggle became increasingly difficult.

The situation is becoming more complicated

In a remote street corner in Guantao, a few villagers with patches all over their bodies and wearing tattered straw hats were selling sorghum.

After a while, a young man in a long gown and carrying a backpack came up quickly and shouted, "How much is the sorghum?"

"Twenty dollars a bucket." The man in the straw hat answered casually.

"Why don't you go and rob?" the young man shouted while looking around.

"Don't talk too much, we are all friends around us"

The young man lowered his voice quickly: "Captain Qi, Dalongtou received an urgent order from the Japanese. A battalion of troops has been assembled in the security barracks. The second in command is leading the team. The Japanese in the city will accompany the team to supervise the battle. They said they are going to Xiaoliu Village west of the canal to encircle and suppress a group of Eighth Route Army soldiers. They will set off in half an hour."

"If we catch them all this time, we will never lack guns or ammunition in the future." The man selling sorghum raised his head and looked in the direction of the guard team. The face was surprisingly the bandit Qi.

"Not attacking the county town anymore?" The young man was a little surprised.

“Change of plans.”

"How is my eldest brother doing now?"

"Chen Baji is not seriously injured, you don't have to worry"

"Thank you." The young man handed the bag behind him to the old bandit Qi.

"You keep keeping an eye on those guys. I have to go out of the city to find Lao Chen and the others to make preparations!" The old bandit Qi stood up, took the bag, and hurried away with a man next to him.

On the road.

The young man following behind the bandit Qi asked in confusion, "There's one thing I don't understand. Two days ago, so many puppet soldiers from the garrison left the city, but we didn't pick a fight with them. Why are we targeting the garrison with more troops this time?"

"You ask me, how would I know?" The old bandit Mai Qi curled his lips.

Leaving Guantao County.

The two men met up with the soldiers in a grove of bushes on the outskirts of the city.

Then I rode my bike north.

A dilapidated thatched house.

Half of the rotten roof collapsed.

Inside the house, a broken blackboard was hung on the mud wall made of woven bamboo and pasted with mud.

A dozen people were sitting cross-legged on the ground, yawning and studying with sad faces.

The instructor standing by the blackboard had a stern face and spoke in not very fluent Chinese: "That's all for the pronunciation of Katakana. Please practice more! Give me your practice assignments tonight."

"Instructor Xiaosan, you just need to teach us some daily expressions. There's no point in learning this crappy bird language." Li Laosan's face turned pale.

"If you have any complaints, you can complain to Officer Yang!" Xiao Sansilang said calmly, "But if anyone fails to complete the practice assignment, I will punish them according to the regulations!"

In his opinion, teaching these Chinese soldiers to learn Japanese can also be seen as a way for the Imperial Army to carry out slave education on them.

Therefore, he not only gladly accepted the job of being a language instructor, but also devoted himself to teaching!

The dirty-faced man next to him had a look of despair: "I can't even recognize a few characters except for talismans. I have to learn to write this crappy tadpole bird language. I'm dying!"

The monkey was lying on the table practicing writing nonsense, smacking his lips and mocking, "Dirty face, aren't you still injured and haven't recovered from that? Can you stop learning by taking a leave? Huh?"

The one who spoke just now was Dirty Face: "I like to learn, what's your business?"

"Since you like to learn, why are you complaining?

"Like is like, complain is complain."

Li Laosan was also aggrieved: "The Taoist priest would stab the devils to death as soon as he saw them. Learning this is really boring."

"There's a Japanese soldier over there, go and poke him for me." Monkey winked at the young man who came to the door, his tone full of sarcasm.

"You know shit. When I was in the National Army, if I could write a few words and speak a few words, I would never have joined the death squad to fight the first wave."

"What?"

"Because when surrendering to the Japanese, the Japanese couldn't understand, and he could act as a translator if he knew bird language."

"I even prepared a special translation for surrender. Oh my god, I finally understand why you guys can never beat the Japs."

"It's not shameful to be unable to defeat the Japanese. Let me tell you, the Western Japanese instructor once said that as long as the casualties exceed 30%, you are still a hero even if you surrender and become a prisoner!"

"Can surrendering be considered a hero? Oh my god!" Li Laosan was really enlightened this time.

"I think the Eighth Route Army can't compare to the foreign devils in this respect. If I join the Eighth Route Army, I will have to interrogate my ancestors. If I had nowhere else to go, I would really like to gather a few brothers and set up my own faction."

"Li Shan Tou, it sounds as good as singing."

"Do you really think I don't dare?"

"Can you really do that to those poor people?" "There are so many rich landlords in the plains, can't I just rob the rich and give to the poor?"

"What wealthy family doesn't have three or five guards? They have connections with the security and police corps. Why don't you rob one and let me see?"

At this time, the broken door was pushed open.

A man hurried into the room and put the bundle in his hand at the door: "This is what I brought back from the county town!"

Dirty Face frowned and raised his eyebrows: "What the hell?"

"Notebook and pen."

"Who told you to buy this crap?"

The man raised his hand and pointed at Yang Chengzhi outside the courtyard: "He asked me to buy it."

"I'm already old, why do I still need to learn to write?" The dirty-faced man picked up the notebook from the bag and threw it on the ground.

Monkey wandered over to Dirty Face and picked up the notebook: "After learning bird language, when I pass through the blockade ditch, the artillery tower, and enter and exit the city, I can give those puppet soldiers on guard a few slaps in the face, and they will have to stand at attention for me. How impressive is that?"

After a pause, he continued: "You can also stand in front of the Japanese and talk to them first, then stab them through with a bayonet, and the blood will spurt three feet away. How exciting is that? If you have time to go to the landlords' houses, you can also ask them to give you money as a gift."

Li Laosan suddenly interrupted: "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. There was a landlord who let his most beautiful concubine sleep with the imperial army."

The students in the room were dumbfounded. Are there really so many benefits to learning bird language?

No wonder this skinny monkey studies so hard.

After staring at each other for a while, the students rushed forward and snatched all the notebooks and pens that Dirty Face had thrown on the ground.

Li Laosan seemed to suddenly remember something: "No, that's not right. The people in your work team can all speak bird language. Why are you here to join in the fun?"

"Haha, Xiaosan, this devil speaks more authentic bird language!"

"How did you know?"

"I'm from Tianjin, I've seen a lot of Japanese, of course I know"

In another thatched house in the village.

Crazy Yang and the bandit Qi sat opposite each other at a broken table against the wall.

Chen Baji, who was familiar with the local situation, stood beside the table, pointing at the spread-out map and muttering to himself.

Crazy Yang didn't say anything, but kept marking the position of Chen Baji's finger.

Soon, many black spots appeared on a line along the road from the county town to Liuzhuang.

Chen Baji asked Yang Fengzi: "You mean, we can ambush the security group going to Liuzhuang at these places on the road?"

Crazy Yang nodded.

The bandit Qi looked at Crazy Yang with anger on his face: "Can you say a few more words? If I try to communicate with you, you will drive me crazy sooner or later!"

"Commander Yang grew up in Japan and his Chinese is not good!" The young man who had just walked to the door couldn't help but interject.

The bandit Qi looked at the guy unkindly: "How did you know?"

"People who grew up in China may be able to speak fluent bird language with a bird language teacher, but they will never be able to speak those rural slangs." Xiao Sansilang smiled and looked at Yang Chengzhi provocatively: "Commander Yang, am I right?"

Crazy Yang ignored Xiao San Si Lang at all.

"Have you really been to the Japanese lair?" Instead, the bandit Qi stared at Crazy Yang with wide eyes: "They say that the Japanese are born short, is it true?"

Crazy Yang nodded calmly, then put away the map on the table and said, "Gather. Go!"

"Yes!" After standing at attention and saluting out of habit, Qi Lao Bandit hesitated again: "What should we do with this devil?"

"Please don't call me a devil. I have surrendered to the Eighth Route Army. Now you have to call me comrade!" Xiao Sansilang said seriously.

"Oh, you're just taking advantage of the situation?" Qi Laofei was a little annoyed: "In terms of shamelessness, you are only a little bit inferior to that little girl.

"You can't comment on international friends like this!" Xiao Sansilang said with a serious look.

Chen Baji didn't know what attitude to use to treat this devil Xiao San Silang.

He could only remind Qi Laofei and Yang Fengzi: "We need to inform Captain Su about this operation, right?"

"No need." Crazy Yang took out a telegram and handed it to the bandit Qi.

The content of the telegram was not complicated: All units in the Fifth District should do their best to stop the puppet troops moving towards the Guantao section of the Grand Canal.

In the Ninth Battalion, the bandit Qi holds a higher position than Crazy Yang.

But in terms of status in the Ninth Battalion, he, the captain of the Lingqiu Cave guerrillas, can't compare with Crazy Yang at all.

The current supreme commander is Su Qing, the leader of the armed working group.

The work team had a radio station. Apparently, Su Qing had someone arrange for this telegram to be forwarded. (End of this chapter)