In a village five or six kilometers away from the arsenal, almost all the families in the village are Eighth Route Army fortresses in the hinterland of the base.

However, no one expected that one of the families was an Eighth Route Army fortress, but secretly provided information to the Military Control Commission’s intelligence point in Mount Wutai.

Early in the morning, a dull and rhythmic knock sounded at the door of Zhong Yong’s house.

Although the other party did not speak, Zhong Yong still got up from the bed and started to wear clothes.

As a member of the guerrilla team in the village, there is a signal of contact and concentration between each other. The knocking sound just now is a signal of taking action to gather at the entrance of the village immediately.

In less than twenty minutes, Zhong Yong carried a rifle and almost smoothed it, and the old sleeve that was eliminated by the main force rushed to the entrance of the village.

At this time, more than 20 guerrilla soldiers had gathered at the entrance of the village.

As soon as the people arrived, the guerrilla captain who had retreated from the main force spoke: "Comrades, the superiors have just received the order. In the next two days, we will help with more than a dozen guerrillas around us. Of course, this is not a hundred gangs, and everyone will know it when they arrive!"

"Now I order, the Zhongcun Guerrillas will come out now!"

After seeing the excited expression on the captain's face from afar, Zhong Yong knew that this action would definitely bring a lot of benefits to the guerrillas, otherwise the captain would not be so happy.

Although Zhong Yusheng didn't know what the operation was, as an intelligence officer, his keen sense of smell still made him realize that he would definitely be able to reveal some valuable information from this operation.

After walking for more than an hour, it was almost dawn and the group stopped.

Smelling the faint smell of burning and smoke in the air, coupled with the large area of ​​scorched earth in front of him, Zhong Yong immediately thought of the bombing that the Japanese had fought two days ago.

Although the village is far away from here, the thunder-like explosion still clearly reaches Zhong Yongsheng's ears. In his lifetime, Zhong Yongsheng also saw so many planes flying around overhead at one time, and the formation was particularly shocking.

As the lowest-level intelligence officer of the Military Control Commission, Zhong Yong did not know that the bomber was here to bomb the Eighth Route Army Arsenal, nor did he know that the Eighth Route Army Arsenal was in the mountains near the village.

But Zhong Yong knew the location in front of him very well. He had been here before, and there was a forest at the foot of the mountain.

Now the forest has been blown into scorched earth, and there are no casualties in the Eighth Route Army around. The fool also knows that the Japanese bombing was empty two days ago.

At this time, the captain spoke: "Comrades, you saw this scorched earth. It was blown up by the Japanese two days ago. Let's come here and find out the broken pieces in the scorched earth. That's the best steel, it's best to make grenades after returning to the furnace!"

"The superior said, I found a pound of bomb fragments and exchanged for another bullet. So, everyone worked harder and tried to bring back ten bullets when they got back!"

Hearing this, Zhong Yong became more convinced that the Japanese large-scale bombing failed two days ago.

Not only did he not achieve any results, he gave the Eighth Route Army 10,000 or 20,000 kilograms of iron for free!

At the same time, a hint of excitement appeared directly on his face. I don’t know whether the superiors knew about this news. If I don’t know, this information would definitely bring me a considerable income.

"Zhong Yong, why are you giggling? Everyone else has started to move, why are you not acting yet!" Suddenly, the captain walked over and asked with a confused look on his face.

"Happy, captain, I'm happy!" Zhong Yong quickly explained.

Then he said without panic, "The bullets in my hand have been three times since I got the gun. I have been reluctant to use them and have never fired them. This time I said I would bring a few more bullets back and start the foreign meat!"

"I agree, as long as you bring back more than ten bullets, I agree that you shoot three bullets to practice marksmanship!"

Two days later, Zhong Yong directly exchanged the information from the online market to twenty oceans, and then the news of the failure of the Japanese bombing soon reached the Military Control Commission's intelligence station located in Wutai Mountain.

"How could the Japanese dispatch so many bombers, combat effectiveness, and several bombers were knocked down, but they didn't blow up anything, and they also sent the Eighth Route Army a high-speed rail of 10,000 or 20,000 kilograms for free!" The intelligence battlefield knew about the bombing target of the Japanese army two days ago. After listening to the report from his subordinates, the first reaction was that they didn't believe it."

The deputy stationmaster frowned, but still analyzed: "I don't believe it's true either. The Japanese are not fools. They went to so many planes and ended up blowing up nothing. No one would believe it!"

"But the person who provided the intelligence was our old intelligence officer, and I gave him twenty yuan. And he repeatedly promised that this was all what he saw with his own eyes. The Japanese plane threw all the bombs at the foot of an uninhabited mountain!"

"Also, this person is still a member of the Eighth Route Army guerrillas. He has been throwing bombs in the places where the Japanese drew bombs these two days!"

"You can't imagine what they are doing? Because the Japanese dropped too many blows, and they could step on several bomb fragments with one kick in the place where they were blown. The Eighth Route Army asked them to collect the fragments and prepare to return to the furnace to build grenades, and then send them to the battlefield to kill the Japanese!"

"Because he wanted to collect bomb fragments, he walked through the places where the bomb was bombed, without any trace of human activity, and was completely a forest that was rarely visited!"

The intelligence network manager finally chose to believe: "In other words, the Japanese bomber group bombed the wrong target, and the bomb was not thrown into the Eighth Route Army Arsenal!"

The deputy stationmaster replied: "It is very likely that the arsenal is in the middle of the mountains, and many mountains around it look the same from a distance. It is not impossible for the Japanese bomber group to choose the wrong bombing target!"

"No!" the webmaster shook his head and replied.

"In such a large bombing operation, it is impossible for the Japanese to have no signal from the ground intelligence personnel. The planes in the sky may be misread, and the intelligence personnel on the ground may not be misread."

Speaking of this, a hint of firmness quickly emerged on the webmaster's face and then ordered.

"Check, be sure to find out!"

"The above is also very concerned about this matter, and a special telegram asked us to confirm whether the Eighth Route Army Arsenal was really bombed. No matter how much the price is paid, we must figure out the whole story!"

"If I'm not mistaken, my superiors must not want to see the Eighth Route Army having an arsenal. If the arsenal is really still there, then we will be in trouble!"

"Webmaster, do you mean?" the deputy webmaster asked with a frown.

"If the Japanese cannot rely on us, they can only rely on ourselves. If things really become as bad as our guess, then our superiors will definitely ask us to destroy the arsenal at any cost. The arsenal is so important, do you think the Eighth Route Army will be so easy for us to destroy it?" The webmaster did not hide it and explained in a surprising way.

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