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Chapter 117 Little devil, me? ? ?Grandma!

Under the watchful eyes of the Eighth Route Army, Cunben Kejiu, who didn't know it, spent an hour and a half from the county seat to Wangcun.

The motorized troops of these little devils are very proud, and there is no soldier in charge of exploring the way forward.

This is the urgency of the situation this time. The [-]nd Regiment did not have enough time to ambush along the way, otherwise they would suffer heavy losses.

As the road conditions in Wangcun are not very good, there are no conditions for cars to pass through the country lanes.

Katsuhisa Muramoto could only order his men to park the car in the open space outside the village, and then walked into the village with all the soldiers.

Although Wang Taizhong had given instructions in advance, it was still difficult for the adults in the traitor village to do so, and welcomed the swaggering devils.

Even though they had never been persecuted by devils, and the village head's son still worked for devils, the instinct of fear was still hard to overcome.

Of course, there was also an accident in the crowd, and that was the children in the village.

Three to six years old is the age full of curiosity, a group of strangers who have never seen before, coupled with the huge trucks and sidecar motorcycles immediately arouse the children's desire to explore.

At this time, a few children ran to the devil's side while their parents were not paying attention.

When the two middle-aged women saw their child surrounded by the devil like a newborn calf, their expressions suddenly changed, and they rushed forward to bring the child back in panic.

The man on the side also had red eyes, but he firmly held his wife's hand to prevent them from coming forward.

The expected beating and scolding did not happen. These dwarfs, who were less than 1.6 meters tall, took out various gifts prepared in advance from their backpacks.

They showed some stiff smiles, and distributed the canned food, beef jerky, and candy to these innocent children. There was even a ghost who let the child in front of him ride on his shoulders.

Katsuhisa Muramoto nodded in satisfaction watching this joyous scene. Of course, these were all arranged by him.Compared with those "ruthless" colleagues in the North China Front Army, he admired the Kwantung Army's approach more.

Only by creating the illusion that the soldiers live in harmony with the local residents will it be beneficial for the younger country to rule Jin Province.He believes that it is a very stupid behavior to make the atmosphere panic, and there must be resistance under high pressure.

And this kind of thing is not harmful to ordinary devil soldiers, and even has a lot of benefits.

First of all, children pose no threat to the devils.It is almost zero cost to buy people's hearts just by being able to win people's hearts without beating or scolding.

Secondly, if you stay in the army for a long time, the life of grassroots soldiers will inevitably be very boring, and playing with children can even be regarded as a kind of entertainment.

Giving each other something insignificant is like feeding chickens and ducks at home.Watching "livestock" grab food is also a way to have fun.

In the end, immature children are the best bribes.Ordinary people will not deliberately avoid children when talking and chatting, and it is inevitable that some valuable news will be heard by the children.

These children will remember the goodness of the soldiers because of a little favor, and maybe someday there will be a windfall, and they can get some enemy intelligence.

After all, whether it is the Eighth Route Army or the Jinsui Army, it is impossible to be so frenzied that children have to guard against it.

What's more, since the beginning of the war, the commander of each occupied area has performance requirements.

In order to promote "China-Japan friendship", they have to pose for some photos every once in a while to show that they live in harmony with the local people.

For example, this month, Katsuhisa Muramoto took three sets of photos.They are respectively that he is carrying a disabled rural old lady on his back, a child is snuggling in his arms, and playing with a certain child in the county town.

These photos have become a soft knife to disintegrate the anti-Japanese armed forces after Wang Wang Wang's propaganda, and the effect is very good.I heard that on the side of the Kwantung Army, some local people have already begun to help my brother country persuade the guerrillas to surrender.

But those fellow villagers living in the information cocoon will never think that it is because of the existence of guerrillas that the devils dare not kill recklessly in the Northeast.

But as a Chinese, we have to know that the bayonets are always hidden in the "candy cubes" given to us by the devils, which are full of the blood of our compatriots.

Originally, Wang Taizhong hid in the back of the crowd and observed secretly, but this old man became a little bit like Ye Gong when he saw Xiaotian came to the village.Although he talked about Taijun every day, he started to be afraid when Taijun really came.

After discovering that the little days were not as scary as in the legend, the old traitor immediately squeezed out of the crowd to welcome Katsuhisa Muramoto's arrival.

He wore a black suit today, and he also wore a pair of sunglasses. His thinning hair was parted in the middle.Seeing Lieutenant Zuo's eyes sweeping towards him, Wang Taizhong immediately bowed his head and greeted him in broken Japanese.

Hearing that this is a bit like his hometown dialect in Hokkaido dialect, Katsuhisa Muramoto realized that the person in front of him should be Wang Lu's father, so he said in Shanxi dialect with a correct accent:
"You don't need to be so polite, I can also speak Shanxi dialect. Your son works under me, so you and I have some friendship."

What Katsuhisa Muramoto said flattered the old man, and a chrysanthemum smiled even more on his already wrinkled face.

Wang Taizhong never expected that this little day on the other side would value his son so much, and he also knew who he was.As an old gangster who used to live at the bottom, he immediately said flatteringly:

"Taijun, my son is dedicated to serving the locust army. Our village also warmly welcomes the locust army as guests."

"I know you like to listen to operas, and I specially asked the villagers to find the best old student nearby. His voice is really amazing!"

"I'll let him sing a song in a while, and clean up the dust for all the distinguished guests from the big brother country of Japan."

After knowing that there was a play to listen to, the old devil Katsuhisa Muramoto immediately regained his spirits. Opera is one of his few hobbies.Wangcun's arrangement was really a surprise.

But at this time there are still important things to do, he has to set up some simple fortifications first, so as not to be caught off guard by the nearby Eighth Route Army.In addition, the soldiers' residences and parking places also need to be dealt with, and they cannot pick up sesame seeds and lose watermelons.

"Okay! It seems that Village Chief Wang is also an elegant person. I must communicate with you. But this arrangement will be put in the evening, and we need to get busy with serious business first!"

"I don't know if there is any free accommodation in Guicun? Otherwise, these soldiers of mine will have to sleep in the open."

The old traitor had already considered these trivial matters, and he immediately sent people to take the little days to a room area that had been prepared in advance.

However, he didn't expect that the little days would come by car, so he had to temporarily arrange some villagers to open up a parking lot.To show his loyalty, the old immortal thing also took the initiative to take over the job of building fortifications.

With sufficient labor, the devils finished the work that would have taken a day or two in just one afternoon.

Katsuki Muramoto felt a lot more at ease when he found out, and even rewarded Wang Taizhong with a pack of Harmony cigarettes.

The sun was setting and it was evening.

Under Wang Taizhong's arrangement, the traitors set up a full thirty tables of banquets in front of the village's stage, and there were all kinds of meat that they were reluctant to eat on weekdays.

In order to win the favor of Katsuhisa Murakami, the old man sent someone to the county town a few days ago to prepare a lot of sake at a large price.

Such a battle really surprised the devils. They never expected to have a good dinner in such a remote place.

When Team Leader Li appeared on stage, Katsuhisa Muramoto recognized the people on stage immediately.

The old devil's expression changed all of a sudden, and he, who was naturally suspicious, immediately thought of many possibilities.Then he sat up and put his right hand on the saber:
"Cunchang Wang, what's the situation with this old student? I think he looks very familiar, and why do I feel that he was a little reluctant when he came on stage?"

Hearing the other party's questioning, Wang Taizhong's expression was a little unnatural.Although it is important to please the devil, considering the identity of the other party, he decided to tell the truth.

"Taijun, you know that our place is a small place, and it's hard to find any decent theater troupe. Even today's accompanists are improvised from the village."

"A few days ago, this old man passed by our village and wanted to use the road to go to his distant relatives. But he had some unpleasantness with the boys in our village, so he stayed with us for the time being."

"It also happened that the princes came to our Wangcun, so I forced him to sing a show. He said he was from the county seat, do you know him?"

Hearing such an explanation, Katsuhisa Muramoto analyzed the possibility of the matter in his heart.After thinking for a while, the old devil felt that this explanation was very reasonable.

And seeing a person who has a grudge against him, holding back his anger to perform for himself, he thought it was very interesting.

Although the level of the accompanist is not very good, but the level of the leader Li is naturally nothing to say.

What's more, the repertoire he prepared today is from the North China Broadcasting Association's performing arts catalog, and the devils are mesmerized by the song "Borrowing the East Wind".

After the song was over, leader Li didn't even take the step of thanking the "audience", he just stepped off the stage and changed his clothes.But Katsuhisa Muramoto didn't care, and he even thought that such a move was in line with the other party's psychology.

After returning to the simple dressing room, the old man wiped off his makeup first, and then sat on the stool to start applying new makeup.Before putting on the clothes for the next game, he wrapped the detonator around his waist, and said to himself in the mirror:
"My family, please wait for me, I will join you in a while."

Team leader Li, who returned to the stage, performed very hard, and even made breakthroughs in skills that had not been improved for many years, and his level was completely close to that of famous actors.

Although the costumes on the other party were a little out of place, Katsuhisa Muramoto just felt that the performance conditions were limited and didn't think much about it.

But as she sang, the song that was supposed to reach a climax suddenly stopped.

But Team Leader Li didn't panic. He tidied up his costume and looked around, as if his family was by his side at this moment.

With red eyes, he stared at the enemy of his family, as if he was about to swallow Katsuhisa Murakami alive.

"Hate the Japanese pirates fighting wars to show that they are invading the country, and the heroes ask Chang Ying to go out generously.

All sons and sons who have no ambitions to repay the battlefield drink hatred, and sprinkle green blood and yellow sand to live forever.

Two wolf mountains, Erlang's revenge, I can't repay him enough! "

Katsuhisa Muramoto claimed to be an expert in China, and when he heard the first sentence, he felt something was wrong.But after all, it is a track that I have never heard before, even if it is sung a cappella, it is full of momentum.

But the word became more and more wrong the more he heard it, the old devil couldn't bear it anymore and took out his Southern Fourteen Style, and fired a shot at the old man on the stage.

Leader Li was shot in the chest, stepped back two steps and fell on the stage.With a gunshot wound, he sang the last sentence with all his strength.He looked at the devil officer who shot him with extreme arrogance and contempt.

Katsuhisa Muramoto gave Wang Taizhong a hard look first, then walked towards the old man on the stage, he wanted to see why the other party dared to scold him.

At this time, Team Leader Li was already on the verge of death, and when he saw his enemy approaching him, he said a word with the strength of returning light: "Little Japan, I love your grandma."

Originally, the old devil wanted to continue shooting, but suddenly he smelled a burning smell.After seeing the corner of the old man's smiling mouth, he suddenly understood what the other party was going to do.

But such a short distance did not give him time to react, the violent explosion swallowed his body at once, and Wang Taizhong and more than 20 little days in the front row died together.

All the devils present were injured to varying degrees.

Before dying, Katsuhisa Muramoto briefly recalled his life, but there was one thing he still didn't understand.

Why is it clear that the brother country is richer than the Republic of China, the soldiers are more elite than the preserved fruits, and the weapons are more advanced than the enemy.They even have Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, advanced fighter jets, and aircraft carriers.

In the mainland of the Republic of China, there are warlords fighting everywhere, gangsters are rampant, and most of the common people are illiterate and afraid of death.Heavy industry is basically out of the question, airplanes can be counted, a few broken boats are dangling in the Yangtze River, and people are panic-stricken.

But it has been more than four years since the official start of the war, and the situation has become stalemate. To be pessimistic, it can be said that the future is dark.

As if overnight, everything changed.

Warlords can be united, and gangs can be clean.Illiterate and illiterate but also not a traitor, submissive ordinary people are sometimes not afraid of death.

As an aggressor, he will never understand.The soldiers and civilians in the land of China have long engraved their strength, bravery, and fearlessness into their bones.

The moment they heard the explosion in Wang Village, Huang Yourong and Guan Weimin knew that the old man had died.Although the two were in different positions, they did the same thing.

With tears in their eyes, they ordered to the soldiers behind them:
"A round of mortar fire in a hurry! Hit me! Don't save ammunition! Comrades! Go for me! Avenge Leader Li!"

As a round of shells fell, the trumpeter held the bugle, puffed up his cheeks, and sounded the battle order to attack.

The high-pitched and loud Charge Horn resounded in the night sky.

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(End of this chapter)