Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 429

A tea stand outside HD city.

"Three bowls of herbal tea from the shopkeeper!"

Zhou Weihan was wearing a long robe and a top hat, and sat down on the bench of the tea stall. The monks and Tian Defu on the side tied the horses to the stakes. They looked around and saw that there was nothing wrong with them. on the opposite side.

The shopkeeper of the tea stand took a look at the outfits of Zhou Weihan and the three of them. The two guys were wearing bunts and their waists were bulging. It was obvious that someone was pinning them on their waists.

The one who took the lead had a kind face, but the bald one looked like a malevolent star, and he couldn't help saying bad luck in his heart, hoping that nothing would happen.

"Shopkeeper, what are you waiting for, hurry up and serve herbal tea!" The monk saw that the shopkeeper of the tea stand hadn't moved, and shouted loudly.

The monk's shout immediately attracted the attention of the guests in the tea stall. The guests scattered around saw the monk's ferocious appearance, and quickly turned their heads back.

"Well, sir, you have been waiting for a long time!"

The shopkeeper of the tea stand held a stack of bowls in his left hand and a teapot with a long spout in his right hand. Three tea bowls were placed in front of the three of them. Then the teapot was lifted high, and the muddy tea flowed into the bowls along the spout.

Zhou Weihan picked up the tea bowl, blew on the floating tea foam, drank it all in one gulp, and then wiped his mouth.

"Boss, I think your business is doing well!" Zhou Weihan said with a smile.

The tea stall in front of me guarded the west gate, and beside it were vendors selling vegetables and grain with baskets.

There were a lot of people coming and going, and just a few minutes later, a few people sat down, and the waiters were greeting them.

"Hey, I set up a stall during the slack season. People who go to the city usually drink herbal tea here on weekdays, barely earning a living!" While the shopkeeper was talking, he refilled a bowl of tea for Zhou Weihan.

"I see that there are food sellers beside here. The food can be said to be war supplies, and the Japanese in Handan City don't care?"

"It's a strange thing to say!" The shopkeeper glanced at the thing on the monk's waist again, with a slight hesitation on his face, and then approached Zhou Weihan and whispered in a low voice: "Since Handan City was captured by the Eighth Route Army in August, this The new Japanese are said to have been transferred from Wuyi and Wu'an in the west!"

"This group of Japanese is very different from the previous ones. Have you seen the newly built city wall in front?" The shopkeeper said the tall city wall in front of him.

Zhou Weihan nodded, thinking that Si Neiyong was still capable, and in just two months, the inner and outer cities were rebuilt only relying on the financial and material resources obtained from the raids on the border of Handan.

You know, when the independent detachment captured Handan City and evacuated, Zhou Weihan deliberately ordered the main buildings and city walls in Handan City to be blown into ruins.

"When the city wall was built before, the Japanese captured a lot of strong men around Handan. Before building fortifications for the little devils, the strong men had to bring their own dry food, and they were always beaten on weekdays!"

"This time, the Japanese not only control the food but also the wages. I heard that several puppet soldiers who were supervisors were shot dead by the Japanese on the spot because they deducted rations secretly!"

"Could it be that the Japanese are also divided into the National Army and the Eighth Route Army?"

The monk at the side heard the shopkeeper of the tea stall keep saying good things about the Japanese, but he was not happy, and gave the shopkeeper a look: "Why do you talk about the little devil inside and out, what good does the little devil give you?" gone?"

"Hey, brother, what you said is wrong. I'm just an ordinary person. In this troubled world, human life is worthless. Go forward a hundred years, and it's like this every year. You can ask, which one is which?" No one has ever died because of the war!"

"Whether it's the Japanese, the National Army, or the Eighth Route Army, we ordinary people just want to live a peaceful life, and the requirements are not high, as long as we can survive!"

"Look at the villagers who set up stalls nearby. When did they dare to set up stalls at the gate of the city before? Even when the national army was here, they would scrape the ground and pluck the feathers!"

"These newcomers are the ones who cheated the big families, at least they don't cheat ordinary people like us!"

"Young man, since you are young, you are also educated. It is not easy for you to go to school at home. There is no need to pin your head to your trouser belt!" The shopkeeper of the tea stand said to Zhou Weihan.

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he saw the monk glaring at him, with his right hand resting on his waist. In an instant, he felt chills on his back spine, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Hey, look at this broken mouth, don't be as knowledgeable as I am!" the shopkeeper said, and slapped himself hard.

"Shopkeeper, pay the bill!" Zhou Weihan forced a smile on his face.

"Chenghui, the three eldest sons!"

The monk took out three big boys from his pocket and slapped them on the table.

The three of them left the tea stand.

"Boss, I see how many fellow villagers around Handan have been bought by little devils!" the monk muttered.

Zhou Weihan's expression sank. On the one hand, he came to Handan this time because he received an invitation from Si Nei Yong to celebrate his "fortieth birthday" and take the opportunity to discuss some matters; Shan Zhi is "very good", Zhou Weihan wants to see for himself.

Two months later, Zhou Weihan came to Handan again, and it can be said that earth-shaking changes have taken place in Handan.

This change is not only reflected in Handan's appearance, but also in the hearts of HD people.

Although the owner of the tea stall can only represent him alone, the villagers who set up stalls near the gate of the city can represent most of the common people in Handan.

The villagers dared to set up stalls at the gate of the city, which proved that what the Japanese soldiers of Yuubu in the temple did buy the hearts of a considerable part of the people, which cannot be faked.

Neiji Okamura's Huairong policy is hypocritical inside, and most of the Japanese troops in various places are obedient and vicious, and cannot get the desired results. However, the series of policies that Terauchi Isamu implemented in Handan to buy people's hearts, Zhou Weihan estimated Thinking that Yuuchi Terauchi may really come from the heart.

Since ancient times, those who win the hearts of the people win the world. This has been verified by history.

The reason why the Eighth Route Army was able to develop and grow under the cage policy of the Japanese army in the enemy's rear was entirely due to the wholehearted support of the local people.

Once Gangcun Ningci saw Terauchiyong's outstanding performance and vigorously promoted it within the Japanese army, Zhou Weihan shuddered at the thought of all the possibilities in the future, fearing that the life of the Eighth Route Army behind enemy lines would become more difficult.

At this time, Zhou Weihan can only hope that there will be fewer and fewer rare flowers like Xiang Si Neiyong in the Japanese army.

The relationship between Zhou Weihan and Si Neiyong depends entirely on the involvement of interests. In the words of the teacher comrades, cooperate in struggle and fight in cooperation.

In the final analysis, the two have different positions and belong to two ethnic groups. If you live well, I will live poorly.

"Let's go into the city, I want to see what Yong Neng's [-]th birthday can do in the temple!" Zhou Weihan said coldly.

(End of this chapter)