Three o'clock in the morning.

The An County Military Police Command is brightly lit.

The Japanese were still working overtime, and the radio kept beating.

From time to time, operators and radio operators stood up and delivered papers that recorded the phone content and the message to Maeda's office.

In the past two days, there have been many calls and messages.

The assistant took the stack of telegrams sent over and sat behind the table and frowned and looked carefully.

Judging from his serious expression, something bad must have happened.

There was a busy scene in the house, with Japanese marking them on the map, and Japanese drafting telegrams and replying.

The assistant handed a message he had just received to Maeda: "The Eighth Route Army attacked Qinghe County two hundred miles away. The above said that the information showed that part of the Eighth Route Army came from our jurisdiction."

Maeda received the message and frowned: "The main force of the Eighth Route Army was transferred to Jin Province on a large scale. The remaining county brigades that fought guerrillas should be stung."

The assistant shook his head: "The Eighth Route Army has been lying in the mountains and entering the plains in large numbers, which is the root cause of the rapid deterioration of the security situation in the plains."

"Spy infiltrated into the Imperial Army's intelligence system?" Maeda suddenly spoke.

The assistant hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice: "My classmate who works in the North Special Police said that after a strict inspection of the internal affairs class, even through stress tests such as fishing, it was found that the leak involved a very wide range and could not be detected in a short period of time."

Maeda nodded: "As the Intelligence Department had no choice, the original military police team was divided into two, and a new North Special Police was established."

Being busy until dawn, the assistant yawned.

Maeda waved: "You go and sleep for a while..."

A creaking sound was heard, and the military police officer in charge of the guard outside the door pushed open the door: "Report to the Grand Secretary, Xu Jinsen, the detective team, has been brought to the reception room downstairs..."

Maeda ordered the military police: "In five minutes, take him to the reception room next door..."

"Yes!" The military police responded and went out.

Soon, Captain Xu Jinsen walked into the reception room with a smile on his face.

He quickly trotted forward two steps and bowed to Maeda who was kneeling next to the tea tray: "Good evening by Maeda Taijun, you are looking for me... what instructions do you have?"

"I'll call you here in the middle of the night, there's a plan that needs to be implemented..." Maeda turned his head, staring at the guy in front of him with a fierce look.

This guy often makes small moves, and if he hadn't used it, he would have chopped him up long ago.

"Please give me the order!" When I walked to the tea tray, Xu Jinsen pretended to be flattered.

"You have a look first..." Maeda handed a file next to her to Xu Jinsen.

Xu Jinsen quickly read the file with the electric lights in the house and was very happy.

This guy is also an old man, and his face remains calm and nods: "Invited him in the name of Wang Jingchang, Sun Youshang will definitely come!"

"Well, you have a good understanding." Maeda poured a cup of tea into her mouth before nodding in appreciation.

"Taijun, are you going to die... or live?" Xu Jinsen asked with a shy face.

"This is not the point. Tell me, how confident are you to incorporate the water conservation group?"

"I will do my best!" Xu Jinsen knew very well that he had to make a statement first, but he could not boast about it in front of Maeda: "Please tell me, as long as the people involved in the Eighth Route Army are almost all hard-working... As for sure, there are still 50%!"

Maeda narrowed his eyes slightly: "50%? In other words, it is possible, and it is impossible?"

"Mainly, the combat effectiveness of our sergeant team is indeed a bit like that..."

"I just need the results, you don't need to talk about difficulties."

"Master, in order to ensure the smooth progress of the incorporation, do you see if you can transfer some of the Imperial Army to support it?" Xu Jinsen was very happy. Without the support of the Eighth Route Army, the Water Protection Group was nothing!

As for the Eighth Route Army, I heard that there is a plague during this period...

Otherwise, he would not dare to attack the Eighth Route Army.

"The Imperial Army is not available, you can go and find Wang Sanzhu..."

...

Ma Liang stood in the rain with a calm expression. As the captain of the student, he lost the opportunity to be a vanguard to touch the whistle.

The vanguard who touched the stronghold had already crossed the wall of the stronghold with the sound of rain.

The sound of the vanguard landing was completely covered by the sound of rain.

The searchlight lights on the roof of the artillery tower were reflected by the raindrops, which was enough for him to see clearly the situation in the stronghold.

After breathing well, start looking around the surrounding environment.

The huge stronghold was shrouded in the vague rain and fog, and the artillery tower in the east corner was like a giant beast that chose people to eat.

A typical Sanheyuan.

There is a small playground in the middle of three rows of houses.

There was a bright window in a house near the south, and there were figures swaying on the paper.

You can vaguely hear the clamor and shouting of horses hanging in the house.

As another soldier flipped into the stronghold, the warrior who had been alerted no longer hesitated and ran towards the puppet army dormitory with his waist against the darkness under the eaves.

The sound of rain was clamoring, but the warrior felt the terrible silence.

There must be a sleeping puppet army in the room next to it.

The rain was too heavy, and there was no dry place under the eaves.

The warrior seemed to be able to hear his heartbeat, and the head of the thrust shell and bolt in his hand was wide open, ready to harvest his life at all times.

The warrior squatted quietly at the door of a house.

The warrior following behind him quickly crossed his position and alerted the next room.

One figure after another creeps in the dark like a mouse.

Perhaps it was because of the heavy rain that the puppet army did not place a guard post at the gate of the stronghold.

The station was abandoned for many years, and the doors wet by the rain turned black and covered with borers and holes.

Years of drought have caused the roof to leak, and the rainwater leaking from the roof is dripping in the bucket.

Before the battle begins, you must first grab the high point if you have the conditions.

A trio posted at the door of the artillery tower for a long time, feeling the breathing evenly in the room, then moved cautiously and slid into the darkness of the artillery gun like a ghost.

The searchlights on the roof of the artillery tower are astigmatized, providing lighting for soldiers entering the bottom floor in the dark.

No matter how dark the night is, as long as there is light, it will be smooth.

One after another, the black shadows touched the artillery tower, and the vanguards began to go up the second floor.

The wooden staircase creaked.

A puppet soldier in the room who had nightmares seemed to be awakened.

He suddenly sat up from the corner of the bunk bed, muttered a few times, and then lay down again.

He didn't notice at all, and five or six muzzles were aimed at his upper body almost at the same time.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Three groups go up to the second floor in turn, and the leading black shadow goes up to the top floor.

With a click, the light on the second floor suddenly lit up.

The puppet army platoon leader sleeping on the second floor suddenly opened his eyes: "Your bastard, who told you..."

Under the black gun, the pseudo-platoon leader who was still confused after being woken up by the light subconsciously raised his hands, his tone of uncertainty whether he was dreaming: "You... are the Tu Eighth Route Army?"

Ma Liang nodded: "That's right, is it the Eighth Route Army?"

After saying that, he untied his wet military uniforms, looked left and right, and took off the hanger with the puppet military uniforms hanging on the wall.

Throw the puppet military uniforms on the table, and then hang your wet military uniforms on the wall.

Then he looked at the fake platoon leader who was still in a daze: "Hey, why are you still standing there? Get a place for me quickly..."

The fake platoon leader squatted on the wooden floor of the second-floor artillery building in his shorts, and finally came to his senses: "Eighth... Master, give me a way out?"

Apart from the sound of rain, there was silence around.

There was no gunshot at all. His 30th person was silently taken by the Eighth Route Army.

The fake platoon leader believed that he knew the Eighth Route Army's policies very well, so he was not worried at all about saving his life.

"Tell me, which part of you are from?" Ma Liang wrung out the towel and wiped his hair quickly.

"The first platoon of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment of the 1st Division of the pseudo-Second Army... My surname is Mao..." The pseudo-platoon leader replied subconsciously.

Ma Liang was stunned for a moment: "Haha, are you running and shouting one or two?"

"Sir, we are also the Japanese who had no choice but to surrender." The pseudo-platoon leader looked bitter.

"Tell me, how much blood is from the common people?" Ma Liang asked with a smile.

"If you dare to lie, you will explode your head with one shot." The soldier who had been holding a gun and alerted him with a rifle muzzle, sternly warning.

Ma Liang sat on the bed and pulled out the bayonet from his calf: "You'd better tell me honestly. If you don't say it, your subordinates will say it later..."
To be continued...