Meng Youtian was not wrong. As a person sent by his superiors, the enemy engineering chief Li Tie will of course bring some improvements to the guerrillas. Li Tie's profession will determine that it will be a breakthrough in intelligence.

Although Li Tie did not say it in detail, Meng Youtian could hear from the inside and outside that the plainclothes spy team was not a solid piece of iron, and there was a breakthrough. This precious resource must be to maintain a single-line contact with Li Tie. Xiaoquan, Qin Lianfang and others did not know it, let alone Meng Youtian.

Of course, Meng Youtian didn't care who the inside was. As long as he could give the spy team a heavy blow before he left, or even give him a chance to kill Miyamoto, it would be a good thing.

Of course, Li Tie was not alone. He brought two subordinates and could use the resources of the guerrillas. In this way, the guerrillas' intelligence defects can be compensated and strengthened. This is what Meng Youtian is worried about, and now he can finally let go.

In order to reduce losses and paralyze the enemy, the guerrillas temporarily canceled their operations. They waited for Li Tie and others to collect intelligence, and combined the existing resources of the enemy's Ministry of Works and the guerrillas to establish a fast and efficient intelligence system.

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In the county town, the sun had just risen. After sparse crowds gathered at the intersection. Apart from a few carrying firewood on the street, there was nothing else to see. People were walking around the street, seeing that there was no business to do. Some squatted at the wall and chatted, while others went to the teahouse to drink a bowl of hot tea.

A few "clang" sounds of gongs came from the street, shaking the middle of the street.

"Listen to everyone, the county magistrate has come down to report, and you'll see!" A thin man with a box gun on his back, wearing a black top hat and a white muslin trousers and jacket, shouting while beating the gong.

A lame man in his fifties, carrying a paste bucket in one hand and a roll of white paper in the other, came to the door of the teahouse in the middle of the street. He pasted the white paper on the gray wall that had been peeled off.

The crowd gathered up at the same time and looked at the wall. Someone was chanting with his lips moving.

"Sir, please speak louder and read it to everyone." A farmer in his forties said loudly.

The man nodded and amplified his voice slightly. The illiterate people around him listened with a tight ear.

"Oh, I've increased my taxes again." A man selling firewood sighed, "I have to pay when I go to the city, but I have to pay when I go out of the city. I can't even sell my tax money!" As he said that, he carried a shoulder pole and walked into the teahouse.

"Last brother, I'm here to deliver firewood." The teahouse's guy greeted with a smile.

"Haha, I have to discuss with the shopkeeper. I just posted the notice that I have to pay the money even if I leave the city. If I give it back, I will lose to death." The third brother complained with a wry smile.

"Whatever you do." The guy grimaced, "I think it's useless to say it, the shopkeeper..."

Cough, an old man in his fifties walked out, and the guy was so scared that he stuck out his tongue and went to work with a kettle.

"Last brother, take the firewood to the backyard. This time it's dry firewood, otherwise I won't pay." The shopkeeper said majestic.

"If you do it, you can even get rid of Mars." The third brother smiled, "If you don't believe me, please check it yourself."

"Of course I have to take a good look." The shopkeeper grinned and forced a smile.

The two of them came to the backyard without a single person. Then they changed their faces. The third brother took out a piece of paper from a thick piece of wood, "This is the contact point for each village, and let No. 3 remember it and destroy it."

"Yes!" The shopkeeper nodded and said, "I have the details of the spy team. It was just sent by No. 3. You can send it out as soon as possible."

"I understand." The third brother carefully hid the information in the shoulder pole and said, "I will send it out when I leave the city, and I will guarantee that I will not be able to make a mistake. You must be careful, the enemy has been checking it very tightly recently."

"Talk." The shopkeeper deliberately pretended to be angry, "Let's go quickly, it's a long time to make people suspicious."

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The joints similar to this were constantly carried out over a few days, and the information gathered together, and Li Tie had already mastered it, the opportunity to severely hurt the enemy was becoming more and more mature.

"When the donkeys drive donkeys in the West, whenever the donkey refuses to leave and the whip is useless, they will hang a string of carrots in front of the donkey's eyes and kiss them on the lips. The stupid donkey thought that the radish could reach the mouth when he took a step forward, so he continued to move forward step by step. The more he wanted to bite his mouth, the more he would drive his feet. He walked another stop without realizing it. Whether it could eat these radishes at that time depends on the donkey's happiness." Meng Youtian told the story with a smile.

Qin Lianfang smiled and said, "The country people also use this method. They can use any radish. It's enough to use a small handful of green grass."

"I think the donkeys coming to the West are very good!" Li Tie said to smooth things over, "Miyamoto's donkey is also very cunning, but we have already mastered a lot of information. It's time to teach this donkey a lesson." He raised his eyebrows at the third brother dressed in a farmer.

"According to the news just came from the inside, Miyamoto's deputy Yamashita will bring a spy team to move in this area tomorrow night." The third brother used a straw stick to draw a schematic diagram on the ground. "We have already mastered the enemy's contact identification code. At that time, as long as the enemy can be brought over, gathered and annihilated, it should be sure."

"This is a good place." Meng Youtian reached out and pointed, "There is a broken cave nearby, with a short tunnel. You can set up an ambush here to make full use of the mines..."

"I think we can make plans according to this idea!" Li Tie looked at Xiao Quan and Qin Lianfang as inquiring. After receiving a positive answer, everyone discussed for a while and began to make arrangements nervously.

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Since the spy team found traces of the guerrillas in the night, although the later results were unsatisfactory, Miyamoto believed that it had found an effective solution. Although this method was a bit clumsy, it was very reliable and could compete with the guerrillas at night.

Of course, Miyamoto also learned his lesson. He transferred a group of plainclothes spies, strengthened their weapons and equipment, and arranged Japanese spies to supervise. The last time he let the guerrillas escape, he believed that these Chinese spies were afraid of death. After being discovered by the guerrillas, they failed to act decisively and bit them tightly. While waiting for reinforcements, they gave the guerrillas a chance to escape.

It can both track and fight, which is the ability that the plainclothes spy team envisioned by Miyamoto should have. In order to achieve this goal, Miyamoto divided the plainclothes spy team into two squads, each with forty or fifty people, equipped with machine guns and grenade launchers. The firepower is very strong. During the day, it is still a search and suppression by the Japanese and puppet troops, while at night, these two spy teams are waiting in the field.

At the same time, Miyamoto ordered his spy team to pay special attention to confidentiality when operating, and try not to walk on the suspension bridge from the stronghold. Even at night, spies will use ladders to secretly climb through the blockade ditch. When they find the target, they are not allowed to shoot, and they must follow quietly. If they are discovered by the other party, they must rush up quickly before the reinforcements arrive and bite the enemy tightly.

Miyamoto was cunning and his actions were secret, but he never dreamed that there was a traitor in the spy team who were informing him. The guerrillas were preparing to take a look at the right time and with the cooperation of the inside, they gave the spy team a fatal blow.

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The stars shine with moving light on the endless gray sky, and the grasshoppers and crickets sing songs gently among the grass. The vast fields, green crops, and the curved paths stretching in the dark night are all in a quiet sleep.

"Here you! Here you!" These two very faint sentences came from the front. They looked like two giant palms with only strength. They pressed the spies' faces against the ground.

A series of dark shadows walked slowly from the southeast direction, and their steps were as light as a group of ghosts traveling around at night. They were getting closer and closer, and there were only a dozen people in total.

As they walked, these people seemed to suddenly find something and stopped.

"Bang, bang!" Two gunshots broke the silence of the night. Then the figures turned around and ran into the fields. The spies immediately shot back with random guns.

The Japanese spy lying in the cold and wet farmland suddenly jumped up. He secretly scolded his subordinates for being stupid. Although the enemy was suspicious, he was not sure of ambushing. The gun was probably a fire reconnaissance, and it was exposed now. But now it was over. The mountain still shouted and ordered his subordinates to pounce on them, and not wasting the few days of waiting in the pit.

The gunshots were hustling and bustling, and the bullets kept chirping and flying around, sweeping the crops and leaves crackling and falling.

Seeing the group of people fighting and retreating while fighting, as if they were guarding some important figures, they immediately became excited. Now they caught a big fish, so they could not easily escape. He directed his men and chased and surrounded him more and more courageously.

"Take them alive!" "Can't ask them out!" "I can't escape!", owl-like howling kept shouting behind him.

"Alternate cover, take turns to retreat!" The team leader He Guizi commanded the team members to keep fighting back.

Bang, bang, bang..., da da da..., even the sound of the sound of the mullet shell guns and machine guns suddenly became dense like a bean. More than a dozen people were carrying good equipment and a fierce attack slowed down the spy team.

In the field, neither of the enemy nor us could see each other, but they just fired randomly, one chased and the other fled. The enemy shot very densely. A team member was injured and his body fell down. He Guizi bent down and stretched out his left arm to support him, but suddenly he hit his left arm like a brick, and his arm swung forward, and blood immediately flowed out of his sleeves.

"You are injured, team leader!" Some team members were going to help him, and He Guizi was stunned: "No!" He swung his wrecking gun, threw a shuttle in the direction of the shouting behind him, and shouted loudly: "Hurry up, carry the wounded, strengthen the firepower, rush out of the farmland, and hurry into the earth kiln."

After a fierce rush, He Guizi led his team members out of the field, got into an abandoned earth kiln, set up machine guns from the cracks in the bricks, and swept the pursuers behind him.

He caught up at the foot of the mountain and lay in the field for a while. The earth kiln was lonely, and it was not easy to get close to it and escape. He immediately called a few small leaders and divided his troops to surround the small earth kiln.

"Surrender, you are surrounded."

"Please give up the gun, the imperial army has a great preferential treatment."

"Don't resist stubbornly anymore, surrender and go to the city to eat delicious food and drink spicy food."

"The Imperial Army said that as long as you come here, there are golden tickets, women, and there are big ones."

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The spies all felt victory was in sight, their tone became rampant, and they shouted wildly at the earth kiln.

At first, bullets were fired from time to time in response, but later it was silent and I ignored it.

I was very happy to touch my chin at the foot of the mountain. This guerrilla team had become a turtle in the jar, and the fish in the net had no way to escape and entered a desperate situation. As long as I caught a few more survivors and knew the situation of the guerrilla team, the final victory was just around the corner.

But there were also worries at the foot of the mountain, worried that there were tunnels in the earthen kiln just like in the deserted temple last time. He did not dare to delay. He arranged a few times and ordered the spies to attack the earthen kiln from all directions.

Bullets flew everywhere, and the guerrillas in the earth kiln were shooting very fiercely. Spy agents were constantly hit and screamed. However, under the harsh supervision at the foot of the mountain, the spies continued to crawl towards the earth kiln, approaching and shooting.

The gunshots in the earthen kiln suddenly stopped. Just as the mountain and the spies thought the enemy was about to run out of ammunition, flames suddenly appeared at the kiln.

"No, the enemy wants to be **." Shanxia was stunned for a moment, stared at her eyes and howled. "Roar up, there are no bullets, catch the alive."

The spies then realized and rushed up from all sides and ran towards the earth kiln.

It was very safe. The earth kiln no longer shot outwards. The spies quickly rushed from all over to the front of the earth kiln. The door of the earth kiln was blocked by the fire. The spies had no water and could not put out the fire, so they had to carry guns and look at each other, at a loss.

"Boom!" A huge explosion broke out violently, the earth trembled violently in the explosion, and the night sky was covered with blood. The bricks and stones of the earth kiln shot out rapidly. A large area of ​​spies surrounding them were knocked down, and the chain of thunder buried around the kiln was also detonated. The explosions continued, and the screams of spies were heard one after another in the rolling smoke.

After the smoke slowly dissipated, what was in front of him was a miserable scene. The rubble and bricks were everywhere mixed with the bloody corpses of the spies. The injured spies were moaning and screaming. Most of the ones who were lucky enough to die were shocked and their eyes were stunned.

He staggered up from the ground at the foot of the mountain. His ears were still buzzing, and he temporarily lost his hearing. His head was in chaos.

After a drastic change, the spies behind were shocked and hurriedly came to rescue the wounded and check the situation.

At this moment, the guerrillas that were surrounding the periphery were launched. With a scream, several grenade launchers were fired almost at the same time, and the grenades were hit on the spies with their heads and faces. The explosion continued to sound, and the guerrillas began to accelerate forward, narrowing the encirclement, and the gunshots rang out from all directions.

"Taijun, Taijun, we are ambushed." A spy covered the bleeding wound on his forehead, and anxiously helped him up and was forced to lie on the ground to avoid grenades.

At this time, the mountain's head woke up and quickly made a judgment on the situation. It has been understood that this is a trap of the guerrillas, and the purpose is to annihilate the spy team he brought. Hesitation and hesitation will make them lose the last chance to survive.

"Go closer to me, concentrate your firepower and rush north." The mountain heard the gunshots around him, howled, and directed the remaining spies to rush out.

The bullets whizzed through the air, and the fires from the grenades exploded from time to time. One side was full of hatred and prepared; the other side was eager to escape and break through the siege to the death. The battle between the enemy and us was very fierce.

After the sudden attack of the spy team, they had already lost their troops and generals. They just rely on the command and survival instinct at the foot of the mountain to rush around, and with the cover of the night and the fields, they searched for the gaps in the guerrilla encirclement. Grenades kept exploding around, and bullets kept flying on their heads. What happened in the front, back, left and right was impossible to see clearly.

"On there! Chase!"

"Snatch the gun and don't kill it! The stubborn resister dies!"

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It seemed that people were shouting everywhere, and the crops were clamoring in the fields. I don’t know how many people were surrounding and chasing them.

The mountain was running forward desperately, and the surrounding guerrillas chased him with firepower. Bullets were scattered in front of him like raindrops, and landed at his feet around him. He ran so anxiously that his tongue was dry, and sweat was rolling on his face.

The foot of the mountain was very cunning. At first, he led the remaining spies to rush left and right, and then he took advantage of the spies not paying attention to him and lie on the ground, changing directions and slowly crawling in another direction.

This trick was useful to escape from the cicada. Several spies attracted the attention of guerrillas. With the night and the cover of the fields, the fields really emerged from the foot of the mountain.

The sky was dark, and the direction was already unclear at the foot of the mountain, and his subordinates had run away, and he was alone in front of him. He heard the sound of gunfire still ringing around, but it was far away from him. He fell to the ground and couldn't move after being tired. He opened his mouth and panted, and his sweat beads crackled down, and he almost vomited blood. His face was broken by the branches and his clothes were torn apart. The most embarrassing thing was that he actually lost a shoe, and his bare feet were pierced. He didn't feel it at all when he ran away, but it started to hurt even when he stopped.

Gu, Gu, Gu... The three long and two short birds suddenly shocked the mountain. He immediately lowered his body and looked around in panic. Then, he slapped a few rhythmically.
To be continued...