The Eighth Route Army ambush succeeded, and the Japanese in the reinforcement team were almost wiped out, and the assault team leader had no courage to pursue.

The battle seemed to end in a hurry.

Each unit collects and counts the number of casualties. There are not many Japanese who speak Chinese, so they must strictly prevent Japanese from entering the team.

Everyone knows that after the battle, the first thing to do is to take care of the wounded.

The team scattered ducks during the retreat, and the main group and the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion were not familiar with each other.

The bodies of the sacrificial soldiers were carried on the stretcher, as well as those carried by the health team who were in a coma and could not see who was a serious wounded person who was in a coma and had a bandage in his brain.

It is not easy to regroup and count the number of people.

The large amount of seizures were not excited, and no one bragged about each other, and they were all immersed in the sorrow of sacrifice of comrades.

The soldier in charge of statistics was getting busier and busier. Behind him, the soldier who followed him turned on the flashlight from time to time to confirm that he immediately ticks the roster with a pencil.

The soldier who was not registered... nor the one whom the companions saw was initially judged as missing.

As the list of names on the small notebooks are ticked, the number of names is almost no longer increased.

The numbers of missing and sacrifice are roughly revealed, which is shocking.

Yang Crazy Man and Zhang Xiaodao suddenly appeared...

Li Laosan and Li Lao Four led the team to break the back and were alerted on the path to the north.

If someone goes north, arrest him first and then interrogate him to confirm his identity.

It is also prohibited that anyone should go south and impose comprehensive martial law on this area before dawn.

However, after waiting for a long time, no trace of the Japanese were found...

...

The Eighth Route Army fought with the Japanese, and Qinghe County, which had heavy troops stationed in the Japanese, was accidentally lost. All forces wanted to know the progress of the matter.

Black clothes, black pants, black hat, black gloves, and a black shadow covered with black cloth on his face silently climbed over the city wall and sneaked into Qinghe County.

The back is wrapped in a long black cloth, and the bulging pants under the left armpit should be pistol holsters.

Judging from the quick movements of the man in black, he should be a strong man in his thirties.

Climb the wall and walk quickly in the darkness, setting your sight in front of the courtyard... the location of the county office.

Observe carefully.

There were two Eighth Route Army soldiers standing at the gate, with people protruding their heads from time to time.

Obviously, the defense is very tight.

The eighth party members who entered the gate were empty-handed and went out in groups to lift things out.

After a while, the man in black hid in the darkness, walked against the wall, turned a few alleys, and came to a courtyard where there was no light at all.

The barking of dogs immediately came from the yard, and then the barking of dogs was stopped by the owner of the house.

With a creaking sound, the door of the yard was opened a crack, and the owner poked out half of his face: "Who?"

The man in black lowered his voice: "Does Mr. Gao live here? Someone asked me to get something."

The owner of the house quickly opened the yard: "Please..."

He let the man in black into the house. The owner leaned his head and looked around the alley for a while, then closed the door and turned back into the house: "Haha, you came very fast enough. It seems that you have been running for a long time, right?"

The man in black lit a match, saw clearly his master's appearance, and then asked in a deep voice: "Are you Mr. Gao?"

"Mr. Gao is not here..." The owner of the house shook his head and looked solemn: "What should I call him?"

"My surname is San."

"What's the task when you come here so hurry?" The owner of the house said calmly.

The man in black was angry: "Qinghe County fell into the hands of the Eighth Route Army. Do you ask me what mission do I have?"

"Haha, the county guard is not my job."

"Baga, is this your attitude towards intelligence work?"

"You're right..." The owner of the house said coldly: "With your voice, I can kill you!"

The man in black was speechless: "You, okay, how much situation do you have now grasped?

"The Eighth Route Army surrounded Xiong Erwei's troops and lured the county imperial army to reinforce the county. At around 1 a.m., the Eighth Route Army used the father of Wu Shu, the commander of the regiment, Wu Shu, to open the city gate, and then successfully attacked the county town with the cooperation of the inside."

"Then tell me why didn't we inform the military police of the situation before the Eighth Route Army Operation began?"

"My intelligence was also reported to me by the military police."

"That is to say, the intelligence work you usually do not play any role in this county attack."

"You have to understand what I work..."

The man in black sarcastically said: "I really don't understand. If a county town is lost, are you still talking about your work? Or are you trying to say that you are doing economic information and you are not responsible for military affairs?"

"If you want to say that, I have no objection."

"Do you think I can't do anything to you?"

"Please don't talk to me in this tone..." The owner warned: "Also, if you talk to me, you'd better bring honorifics."

The man in black lowered his voice: "The North China Front Army established the North Special Police. You won't say you don't know, do you?"

"Your military intelligence department is not the same as our cabinet intelligence department, please pay attention to your attitude."

"Okay, have you figured out the specific number of this Eighth Route Army, its troops layout, firepower situation, and who the commander is.

The owner of the house shook his head: "No, I am responsible for lurking and will not take the initiative to collect military intelligence!"

"You are so handsome to speak. If intelligence personnel don't collect intelligence, what are you doing? Take the salary of the empire and do business and lose money?"

"Hahaha, if there is nothing else, please come back."

"I apologize to you!"

"This is almost the same, come with me!"

The man in black had a strange expression. He did not expect that the elite intelligence officers trained by the cabinet had this kind of virtue.

After thinking about it, I didn't dare to act rashly. I got up and put a cross sword inserted under the table into the cuffs, and then followed the owner to the inner room.

The owner closes the door, puts down the curtain, and lights the lights.

Then, the owner of the house lifted a brick on the ground and took out a document: "This is the activity of anti-Japanese elements nearby..."

Then he took out another list: "This is a list of new development personnel. Remember, you must come forward to find them as a special agent of the South Beijing government..."

The man in black took the documents and the list approached the lights: "Haha, it seems that your work is still quite effective..."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I can't say that everyone's personality and background have been investigated clearly. I hope you don't embarrass you."

"Haha, Takahashi, you are really a talent."

"Do you know me?" The owner's face changed drastically.

"I suggest you don't touch the gun on your waist!"

…

The rooster crowed twice.

The sky seemed to have started to turn white.

The team of lightly injured people who went to meet the Ninth Battalion was carried by the villagers all the way south.

The sound of gunfire in the south stopped.

A team of more than 30 people stopped and rested on the path in the green tent.

The wounded and the villagers stayed separately.

"...Is the battle over?" A wounded man was a little uneasy.

"If we win a big victory, that's too nonsense."

"With the battalion commander's ability, we must have succeeded in the mine we buried and ran away..."

"I guess, that's what it should be..."

“That’s right…”

The injured platoon leader suddenly lowered his voice: "It's not right..."

"What's wrong?"

The platoon leader's voice trembled: "These villagers... have problems!"

"What did you say?"

"We went south all the way, and we didn't meet a comrade who was standing guard, nor did we meet a correspondent..."

"Can it be that the comrade who was standing guard left his post without authorization?"

"If you were asked to leave the watch, would you leave your post?"
To be continued...