Watching the show and propaganda were carried out almost at the same time. The newly compiled national drama that reflected the Eighth Route Army's attack on the invaders made the masses excited.

The district recruitment office located next to the stage was even more surrounded...

No matter how lively the scene is, it will eventually disperse.

Song Xiaoci came on stage to announce that today's play ended here. See you next time.

The masses call on friends and leave slowly reluctantly.

The parents, lovers, relatives and friends of the boy who joined the army at home stood on the sidelines and said goodbye, wiping his tears and muttering...

The parents kept reminding: "Work hard on the team and avenge the villagers..." "Dad, go back quickly."

"Remember to send a message to your house, you have to wear more clothes when it is cold..." The aunt wiped her tears.

"Mom, is it okay to just start summer?"

"Erni, when the Japanese are beaten away, I...I'll come back to marry you..."

"I... will wait for you!" The girl twisted her fingers into the corner of her clothes.

"When you get to the team, you have to listen to the leader, do your best, and strive to be an official..." The wrinkled face was full of vicissitudes.

"Grandpa, Eighth Route Army officers and soldiers are equal..."

"I am a dignified former Qing scholar, I have walked more roads than you have crossed..."

"You said it was wrong? How could you call my grandson me..."

One of the girls in front of him shouted: "The wall says equality of men and women, why don't you accept female soldiers..."

"What will you be like?"

"Repair clothes, carry stretchers, be a sanitation officer, and be a radio operator..."

"Who taught you to say this..." The young soldier at the recruiting office lit up.

"You little kid is so scrupulous... Write your name quickly!"

...

Several children who slept very deeply were left directly on the scene by their heartfelt parents.

The young man and woman who had crept into the corner of the yard ran out of the darkness reluctantly.

After the well-equipped team of students was named, Wang Liujin reported the new task.

There was no rest at all.

Following the district staff, we are about to embark on a new journey.

The head of the army's inspection in Hua County was over, and the next inspection goal was the newly formed Fourth Route Army activity area of ​​the first district: Neihuang County.

The situation in Neihuang is different from that in most counties on the plains. One of the reasons is that Neihuang County is covered with yellow sand, and there are not many ordinary people left after the severe drought, so even the Japanese are reluctant to garrison.

It was directly thrown to the Wang family father and son who were born in a bandit...

Such a place is most beneficial to the Eighth Route Army's development base.

Outside the village, the division troops who came to pick them up had already been waiting in the darkness.

I saw the students from a district who came to pick up the escorts from the village first.

The Ninth Camp members were stunned. The same old acquaintance came to pick him up, and Li Huanzhang was on the list.

When he saw a student from a district entering the village, he got together directly with the student from Jiuying. Officer Lin, who was in charge of defending, was in a dark line.

The organization of the Ninth Camp itself is strange. The Ninth Camp has something to do with the Eighth Division. It fights with the chicken feathers and duck blood in the fifth Division, but it also has an extraordinary relationship with the students in the first division.

In addition to arranging a team of students, the first division also sent a cavalry company to escort it.

It seems that this time, there is also a motorcycle outside the village...

The company commander Zhang, who was receiving the response, shouted proudly in the dark outside the village: "Those who can ride horses, those who can ride horses, those who can ride bicycles, those who can't ride horses, those who can't ride horses, those who can't ride horses, those who can ride nothing, those who can ride mule carts, those who can run and move forward..."

Officer Lin looked at the middle-aged man next to Company Commander Zhang and his voice was cold: "Why is there such a big noise?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Our base is different from other places. Being poor is poor, but since the ambush of the Japanese puppet army last month and cleared out the Huidao Sect armed forces, this area has completely become the control area of ​​our base area. I dare not say that if the Japanese dare to come and sweep, they will definitely not be able to take advantage of him! As for the puppet army, haha, I will eat as much as he comes!"

"The chief's safety cannot be missed!"

"Don't think I'm bragging. We ate half of the puppet army brigade two years ago..." The middle-aged man said this and suddenly stopped and looked at the guards coming out of the village: "Ah, it's you?"

Xiao Hongying looked at the middle-aged man: "That's right, it's me!"

"Little girl movies, I miss me so much. If you go back, I will make a fortune...hahaha..."

"Where do you owe my soldiers?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment: "Hasn't he already arranged to send it to your independent group? Don't you know?"

“When did it be delivered?”

"Report to the Chief, I have successfully passed the blockade line five days ago..." The guard behind the Chief quickly came out to explain.

"Why, do you believe it this time?" The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Hongying and was in a happy mood.

“How many people?”

"A standard company, hey, I didn't even pick out a platoon leader, isn't it good enough?"

"Hehe, that's a bit of meaning..."

"I have to report to the chief and tell you another day..."

Officer Lin, who was standing next to him, looked at the scene and thoughtful.

...

On the surface, the day is the world of the Japanese, and the night is the time for the Eighth Route Army to move.

If you really want to talk about combat effectiveness, even if you fight night battles, the Eighth Route Army is not a well-trained Japanese opponent.

The Eighth Route Army, which lacks guns, bullets and no artillery, was completely forced by the environment to fight at night.

Using the cover provided by the darkness to offset the enemy's advantage of having many guns and many well-trained guns, it is a battle of luck.

If you can't beat the Eighth Route Army, you can run at any time.

For some time, the Japanese finally realized that the combat effectiveness of the army is completely inequality with the results of the battlefield.

The Eighth Route Army is like mosquitoes buzzing all day long, and it can easily kill several of them with one slap.

Unfortunately, there are too many Tujiao Route Army and it cannot be removed at all.

Faced with such a situation, the Japanese had a plan.

Meixian Hospital.

More than a dozen ordinary people with dry food on their bodies and heads wrapped in turbans on their heads were standing in front of a Japanese.

The Japanese whispered birds: "Due to weather reasons, the plan has been delayed. You must act carefully when you enter the Turkish Eighth Route Guerrilla Zone this time..."

"Hay..." The Japanese dressed in the common people stood attentively and saluted.

In the darkness of the curtains on the second floor, Keiko was very worried when she watched this scene.

The soldiers of the Imperial Army disguised themselves as ordinary people and prepared to infiltrate the Eighth Route Army according to the repatriation of the Hulilu.

As a nurse, she knew very well what serious consequences would be caused by Hu Lie La.

As a citizen of the empire, she had no intention of betraying the empire.

However, it is also believed that in order to achieve the prosperity of the Great Winter Asia, such a despicable thing should not be done.

It must be the people in the military that took their own decisions.

So, she decided to wait for dawn to find the education director of the Education Department of the Xinglong Town in Educational Center.

At least, the education department head has always opposed the killing...

The city gate quietly opened.

Captain Chen and his subordinates sneaked out of the city gate through the cracks in the open city gate.

The team walked into the darkness.

A team member of the investigation team asked: "Captain, we are more than 100 miles away from Xiaowangzhuang. We are not familiar with the place and are not our defense zone. How could Taijun let us do this dirty work?"

Before Captain Chen could answer, another traitor started complaining: "Since we set up a concentration camp, we have nothing to do..."

"The cunning rabbit dies and the lackeys cook, and the birds are full of good bows. I said we shouldn't be too ruthless against the Eighth Route Army. Now Meixian has no Eighth Route Army, and we even have to do things in other counties..."

"I think...this matter cannot be done..."

"Haha, who dares not to do the imperial army's order?"

"Think about it, throwing arsenic into a well is a dirty work that is a life of a life of a family of only 100 million..."

"I always feel that this is unusual. If you poison a well, you can't find a few people from the prison. Why do you want us to go?"
Chapter completed!