Although the number of defenders in Shili Village is limited, the enemy is still shocked by the fact that they can capture the strong stronghold overnight. Combined with the fall of some strongholds before, the information about the heavy cannons of the Turkish Eighth Route Army was not a rumor. This news spread deliberately and caused a lot of sensation. What was excited was the general public in the Japanese ruling area, and the Japanese and puppet troops were naturally scared.

Although they did not believe it, the actual defeat forced the Japanese to be cautious. Moreover, they did not have enough troops to launch an offensive in a short period of time.

"After all, it's the Imperial Army that is unreliable." The new front-line commander was Shanmu who was previously excluded. After taking over this mess, he carefully analyzed and studied and came to the conclusion he thought was correct. "The so-called 'heavy artillery' is probably something made of earth, such as explosives bags."

"Your Excellency's conclusion is very correct." Fujisawa said, "It may be useful to attack a fixed fortress, but it is of no value in field battles. However, should the reconnaissance and spy operation be taken after it is clear?"

"Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles." Yamaki nodded in admiration, "I wanted to release the enemy before to make them relax their vigilance, but the impact is not good. Now that Oshima has achieved this goal for me, the dark chess we have arranged should be able to play a role."

"Relax a little bit to allow our people to go in and establish contact." Fujisawa added: "As soon as the information is sent out, all the questions will no longer exist, and the enemy's mysterious methods will all fail."

"The strongholds adjacent to the enemy-occupied areas can be relaxed. However, the search and suppression in the public security area cannot be relaxed." Yamaki's eyes shot out fierce light, "If the internal situation is unstable, it is impossible to take action from the outside."

"Hayi!" Fujisawa stood at the stern salute and turned around and left.

Shanmu slowly walked to the table, stared at the map and remained motionless for a long time. After a while, he sighed helplessly.

I know my own affairs, and the change in the situation cannot be reversed by mountains and trees. The large number of draws in the Pacific battlefield have made the Japanese troops in the mountainous areas that were not strategically important and increasingly difficult. Now it is close to May, compared with the same period last year. The number of Japanese troops in this county has decreased by 40%. The Imperial Army has increased by 30%.

Among the more than 100 blockades in this county, three-quarters of the Imperial Army have been defended separately by the Imperial Army, one-quarter of the Japanese and puppet troops have been defended mixed together, and very few Japanese troops have been defended separately. The configuration is more scattered.

This number is still changing. Yamamu knows that the military strength is declining and cannot be changed. If it is really impossible, he will not be surprised even if the base camp makes the decision to give up here. The rich plains and rich areas in central Hebei and southern Hebei are the areas that must be focused on ensuring, rather than the poor people in this mountain.

The Imperial Army was unreliable, but it had to rely on them. This was a helpless and painful decision. Yamaki could only hope for the role of a traitor, hoping that the sentence "The fortress is easiest to break from the inside" could be fulfilled.

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The base area seemed to be restored all of a sudden. Six villages were recovered, Xiaolouzhuang, Kangjiazhai, Guancun, Lianggangzhuang, Shili Village, and Tumen Village. A large number of people in the mountains returned to their homes and began to replant and replant while repairing houses and building houses.

But the damn God didn't rain a drop of rain. He killed the enemy and returned home immediately was diluted by this hateful time. Shili Village and Tumen Village were better. Some water conservancy facilities could be used, but other villages could only work hard, digging canals and wells, and finding all water sources that could be used.

"There is water, the water is water." With a few cheerful calls, the groundwater gurgled upwards, and another well dug out water.

"We have many people and great power. We must not only defeat the enemy, but also defeat God." Hu Jiaying took off the towel, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and continued to inspire everyone.

"Director Hu, go back and take a break. We will do the final work." The village chief of Kangjiazhai politely reached out and made a gesture of invitation.

The masses are simple, especially those who respect and a little respect for educated and young cadres like Hu Jiaying.

"I'm not tired." Hu Jiaying waved her hand, pointed at her for a while, and then turned back to the village.

The injury had been healed, but Hu Jiaying was still in the mountains for a while. It was not until the enemy retreated and the base area recovered several villages that he took the initiative to ask for the assignment and acted very positively. In his heart, he was naturally worried, worried that his affairs would be exposed, and worried that the Japanese would send spies to him, secretly praying that the enemy had forgotten him.

Based on complex psychology, Hu Jiaying rarely wants to show up besides work. When she returns to the village, she enters her own room and reads absent-mindedly with the book.

"Needle, thread, floral cloth; pigment, fire, old plaster!" A hawk was heard from outside, and Hu Jiaying raised his eyelids slightly, without taking it seriously. Next, there were more and more voices of men and women.

I hid in the mountains and forests for several months. When I saw the people who came to sell goods, the villagers all gathered around him when they heard the sound. Some people shouted in surprise: "Why are you here to sell goods today?"

Cai San stood next to the peddler, and quickly told everyone like he was performing his merits: "This is a friend of mine who set up a stall in the market town. I heard that the villagers lacked it and came here at risk."

When the people heard this, they all thanked the peddler for their kindness and chattered and asked the peddler to open the package so that they could pick their home use.

The peddler wore a melon shell and looked like a small businessman. He was twenty-seven or eight years old. He was very strong, his face was black and red, and his smile was full of loyalty and honest. He smiled and opened the buns, which contained cloth, needles, pigments, foreign fires, socks... There were all things used by the merchants, and they were all in all kinds of goods.

Looking at these things, everyone has their own thoughts. Women flip through needles and threads, men lifted up the cloth and flipped it, touched it, and thought about the clothes they and their families were wearing.

"Little peddler, how are you doing outside?" asked a woman who seemed very smart and capable.
Chapter completed!