early spring.

A touch of green appeared tenaciously in the deserted fields.

The dirt highway between the wilderness leads directly to the west blockade ditch artillery tower.

On the road more than ten miles east of the Blockade Ditch to the south and north, six mule carts brought a burst of dust all the way west.

The villager was sitting on the tray frame with his head wrapped in a gray-white towel, waving a braid in his hands and shouting loudly in his mouth.

Not far behind the convoy, followed a group of ordinary people.

At the front of the team were Su Qing and Lao Zhou. Not far behind them, a middle-aged man led a team of more than 20 people accompanying him to take heavy steps.

On both sides of the highway, soldiers scattered their guards waved their arms from time to time in the distance to signal peace.

At the end of the team, the monkey led a long team of recruits to keep a long guard.

Looking at the backs of Su Qing and Lao Zhou in front of him, the middle-aged man lowered his voice: "...It seems that they want to feint attack the artillery tower and cover us through the blockade ditch!"

The escort captain next to him nodded: "If something happens at that time, you bring goods to the north and I will lead people to block the enemy."

The middle-aged man remained silent: "It's important to be serious, be careful!"

The captain thought for a while: "Since there may be danger, why did you agree to cross the blockade ditch during the day?"

"They are the team arranged by their superiors. Since they say they can pass the blockade during the day, it's not just a good idea to see what the independent team has to do!"

The captain smiled bitterly: "I always feel like I'm on a pirate ship..."

"If we are in an enemy-occupied area, if we leave them, we will be more risky."

"Chief, I remember something."

"What's the matter?"

"Didn't Secretary Zhao say last night that the Independent Group has made a fortune in the past two years..."

"It's about secrets, don't gossip about this matter." The middle-aged man waved his hand to stop him: "Be careful and widen the distance between the teams."

"yes?"

As the artillery towers in front were getting closer and closer, the two people in front seemed to take it seriously at all.

The young captain slowed down and frowned: "It seems they have no intention of shooting a cannon."

Looking at the two people in front of him walking towards the artillery tower: "It seems... they plan to tell the enemy in the artillery tower that we are the surname Old Bai, and get along?"

"Chief, to be honest, this method is actually good."

"They did a good job with the puppet army!"

"Be careful that the ship has been sailing for ten thousand years. Even if something really happens, the artillery tower is not big. As long as you can get close, it will be fine to take it..." The young captain looked up and down at the artillery tower, and began to think about how to take it down.

Full of confidence.

"Look, be careful."

"You said it eighty times and be careful."

"You boy dare to talk back to me?"

"Nothing happens..."

The artillery tower is in sight.

The captain who had been thinking about the artillery tower couldn't help but mutter: "Oh, the people above seemed to be waving."

"Shut up, I'm not blind."

The suspension bridge on the blocking ditch was creaking and put down.

The mule cart in front drove straight through the wide and deep blockade ditch.

It seems that no other ordinary people have passed by here.

Everything seems to be going well...

The captain began to observe the blockade ditch: "I see that the ditch is about six meters wide, and the depth is probably five or six meters, and at least two floors high! If it falls, it will be difficult to climb up!"

It was very lively outside the artillery tower, and several people dressed up in the villagers seemed to be cooking for the puppet army!

He talked and laughed with the puppet troops beside the suspension bridge.

Seeing that the team was less than fifty meters away from the artillery tower, the team was used to big scenes and was quietly nervous, and the team inadvertently changed its formation.

Suddenly someone sings on the roof of the artillery tower: "&@#￥"

"You're so fucking?" The black-faced villager who was burning fire under the artillery tower looked up and cursed.

"No, this person dares to scold the Japanese?" The captain stood beside the middle-aged man frowned.

As soon as the words finished, a burst of footsteps sounded sharply.

A Japanese man ran out of the artillery tower...

The head of the mullet bolt clicks in a slight sound.

The Japanese asked the man who burned the fire in a broken Chinese: "Uncle...when will I...eat?"

"Be careful... the Japanese..." With a low shout, the team of more than 20 people stopped directly, stood stupidly on the east side of the artillery tower, and began to feel nervous.

"Go and go... you won't have your share!" The man from Shaohuo waved to the Japanese and turned to look at Su Qing and Lao Zhou who had approached: "The meal is about to be ready!"

"I said Lao Qin, are you trying to come and have a free meal?" Lao Zhou walked towards the person who burned the fire: "Hurry up and arrange someone to move out the table in the artillery building. They still have to hurry after dinner..."

The middle-aged man behind his chin fell directly, and he only heard the first half, and what Lao Qin was behind... He didn't understand.

However, he figured out one thing: after passing the enemy blockade ditch countless times, he heard that the artillery tower was still in charge of food...

Oh...it seems to smell the smell of flesh.

Immediately afterwards, another one came out of the house...

Damn, the Japanese officer!

Lift the muzzle that had just been put down again.

"Officer Su..." The Japanese smiled and asked in a low voice: "Is this the person we are going to escort?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." Old Zhou, who was lifting the lid of the pot next to him, turned around and scolded him.

Park Buhuan's eyebrows stood up: "Don't look for me for running errands at that time!"

Su Qing's face turned cold: "How did you speak?"

Park Buhuan quickly squeezed his smile and said, "Hehe, I'll tell you, Sister Su, is there any news about Brother Hu when you are back this time?"

Lao Zhou ignored Park Buhuan and turned to ask Lao Qin: "Is there any meat in the artillery tower?"

"Uh..." Lao Qin raised his head: "It should be two more pieces. Monkey and the others got a few pigs from the city and left some here."

“Then cook more.”

"Okay." After Lao Qin said that, he turned his head and looked at Park Buhuan who was wandering around the pot.

"I'll do this!" Park Buhuan was overjoyed and jumped into the artillery tower. He quickly came out with a piece of pork, threw it on the chopping board beside the pot, and cut it with a knife.

A large ball of diced meat was thrown into a large iron pot.

"Cook a little thicker." After Su Qing finished speaking, he turned to face the team hesitating beside the artillery tower.

The captain standing next to the middle-aged man muttered seriously: "That guy is a master! The Independent Regiment either collided with the enemy or really took down this artillery tower!"

The middle-aged man half-squinted his eyes and spoke for a long time, his voice was heavy: "It seems that we underestimated the Independent Group."

"I don't understand one thing. If they really take down the cannon tower, why do we know? Isn't it better for him to develop quietly?"

"They do this, there are indeed risks. Maybe... the Independence Group was intentional." The middle-aged man's eyes did not shift. Looking at the rushing artillery tower, there was more respect in his eyes: "We have been attacking the enemy and incorporating them. Maybe... there is a better way to develop the base."

Seeing that Su Qing was approaching, no one spoke anymore.

"After everyone has passed, don't be stunned and go over and take a look." The middle-aged man raised his legs and walked forward.

After walking a few steps, I saw a wooden plaque hanging on the door of the artillery tower with four big words on it: Model artillery tower...

A few small characters at the end, signed: Hebei Provincial Military Police Command!

The middle-aged man almost fell down.

The stew gushes in the pot, and the tempting fragrance continues to emanate.
Chapter completed!