"Fox, I think Lao Qin took the wrong medicine tonight! I've never seen him so arrogant before? This guy is more arrogant than the political commissar! Did you quarrel with him again?"
"Can I win an argument with him?"
Ever since the Ninth Company moved into Lushuipu, Qin You seemed like a different person. He acted bossy and bossed things around, causing the Ninth Company's commander Hu Yi to stupidly stand against the wall with the village tyrant Xiao Hongying to bask in the moonlight.
Qin You didn't take the wrong medicine, but those idiots in the Ninth Company buried him alive. But gold will always shine, and now he is shining, because Lushuipu is also his home. After entering the village, Qin You ordered the soldiers to temporarily bundle branches to sweep the streets, and then sprinkle water to reduce dust wherever they swept.
Afterwards, he disappeared alone in the direction of the Lushuipu artillery tower and met a puppet soldier under the moonlight.
The two cigarette butts were not far from each other, sometimes bright and sometimes dim. The puppet soldier said, "Last month, Deputy Li fell from the observation tower and died. It was done by Platoon Leader Feng. Now the artillery tower is completely under his control. Maybe Li Youde will send another Li to act as a spy in the future, but it is impossible for him to have as much influence as Deputy Li. I say, Lao Qin, when can I join the Eighth Route Army? Can you give me a definite answer and don't fool me?"
"You are now an Eighth Route Army soldier! You are a soldier of the Ninth Company of Qingshan Village! What's the difference between standing guard in a gun tower and standing guard in a liquor store! Besides, I think you look quite impressive in this outfit. After all, you still get military pay, right?"
The puppet soldier shook his head, his smile was not clear, and he put out his cigarette butt: "Then I will go back to the artillery tower."
"Wait. Take this back and find a reason to give it to Platoon Leader Feng."
The puppet soldier took a folded piece of paper, unfolded it and studied it for a long time under the moonlight: "What is this? I do recognize my name."
"Here is a list of all the people in your turret, along with their detailed backgrounds. I give it to your Platoon Leader Feng. I guess he won't be able to sleep well again. Find a suitable time later and ask him to meet me, your neighbor. By the way, give me that pack of cigarettes you have. I really have nothing to smoke now."
The puppet soldier was stunned for a moment, then said helplessly: "It seems that it is a good thing that I wear this military uniform!"
Qin You returned to Lushuipu and went on to meet with several militiamen from Lushuipu.
Several militiamen and wealthy families were trembling with fear, thinking that the Eighth Route Army was here to settle accounts with them. However, after they were invited into a room, the Eighth Route Army was still outside cleaning the village under the moonlight and no one came in. They were still wondering and wondering when finally a man walked into the room. Although he was wearing an Eighth Route Army uniform, he looked just like an ordinary farmer. He had a sincere face and shook hands with everyone he met as he entered the room.
"Sorry for the long wait. My last name is Qin, and I'm the instructor of the Ninth Company. If you don't want to be so formal, just call me Lao Qin. Don't think too much, I'm a rough guy and I like to be straightforward. I met you to discuss a few things. One is that we are close and we should get along well. We have to know each other so that we can say hello next time we meet, and I, a poor guy, will have the nerve to come to your house for a meal. The second is to tell you that the Ninth Company will come often in the future, but you can rest assured that the Ninth Company will not fight in Lushuipu if there is a war. To put it bluntly, we don't want Lushuipu to become Qingshan Village, so deserted that there is no crying at the graves. ! Third, there is no land of Li Youde in Lushuipu, but I know there are still a few rich families. Don't look at me like that. I am not looking for anyone to donate money and food, but I want to discuss with you in the name of the Ninth Company to see if you can reduce the rent and interest for your fellow villagers, so that fewer people in this village will starve to death? Conscience has nothing to do with being rich or poor, right? If it doesn't work, we can still discuss and see if we can get back the compensation from what you paid to the devils; if that artillery tower can block the Ninth Company, why am I still sitting here now? The Ninth Company can also help you! Do you understand?"
There was total silence. The audience stared for a long time at the rough face beside the oil lamp, which was giving earnest advice. He lit another wrinkled cigarette.
…
In the early hours of the morning, an exceptionally bright star could be seen in the eastern sky. In the dark fields shrouded in the night mist, one black silhouette after another of soldiers could be seen hurrying southward.
A village appeared, vaguely visible under the dark sky before dawn. The scout slowed down his pace, took off his rifle and held it, his steps becoming lighter as he walked.
A voice suddenly rang out from the dark grass beside the path: "Big Dog!"
The startled scout dived into the grass beside the road and raised his gun in the direction of the sound. Only then did he realize what was happening and answered the code: "Xiao San."
Then several Eighth Route Army men with guns stood up in the direction of the sound, and the scouts returned to the path.
Not long after, the marching team stopped outside the village, and a soldier asked the figure in front of him: "Chen Chong, what is the situation in Lietou Village?"
"I could only go door to door and ask. It took quite a while. Many people didn't open the door. Some people who opened the door hesitated and didn't dare to say much. But finally someone said that an injured person came to this village the night before. We knocked on every door, but the detective team suddenly showed up yesterday afternoon to conduct a search and arrested the injured person and the person who took him in."
The soldier couldn't help but mutter to himself: "How efficient! One step too late." He raised his head again and said: "Take your men back and return to the team."
"Where are we going next? Should we turn around? There is a Dongluo Village to the east of Luoye Village."
"It's useless. Dongluo and the stone temple north of Luoye Village are Li Youde's core areas. The detective team will not go to Li Youde's old territory. In this case, if we go further south, we may be too late. We can only go east to find a place farther away from the county town. There is still a chance to catch the detective team."
Then the soldier suddenly turned around and said, "What do you think? Commander Qin!"
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Also in the early morning, an exceptionally bright star can be seen in the eastern sky, which is the Morning Star.
Xiaojiao Village is located in the misty night, so quiet that not even the barking of dogs can be heard.
There was a light on in a house in the village, and at this hour, there were actually a few men in black sitting around a table in the house eating dog meat.
One of them put down the dog bone and wiped his mouth: "Captain Shen, I admire you! Let's not talk about whether we can defend against the Eighth Route Army who came to pick up people, just the fact that you killed the dogs before entering the village is too professional!"
The other put down his glass and said, "You can't even flatter someone, so how can you not defend him? I tell you, we've definitely caught a big fish this time! I estimate that there must be at least four Eighth Route Army soldiers."
"Why do you dare to say four?"
"It would take four people to carry the wounded, you idiot!"
Captain Shen was sitting at the head. He was so happy! His brows were shining and his mouth was full of oil. He was going to be famous as the detective captain. Before this, when had the detective team ever done anything serious? Now that his fishing operation had started, he caught a large number of people in a blink of an eye. This was not an unjust arrest, but a serious purification of the social environment and elimination of dross. And now, the first big fish was about to bite the hook! This time, it was a serious arrest of the Eighth Route Army! This is called enterprising! This is called pragmatic! Among all the detective captains, who can be better than him
The door opened with a bang, and a man in black rushed in, with a look of fear on his face and stammering, unable to speak clearly: "Come, come... come!"
"Straighten your tongue. Who's coming?"
"Eighth Route Army!"
The moment I heard these two words, I was instinctively stunned. The picture froze for five seconds before I finally came to my senses.
He habitually wanted to crawl under the table, so he slapped the table and said, "Well done!"
He habitually wanted to push the window but instead stood up and drew his gun: "I'll go tell the brothers to get ready for work!"
Captain Shen was so excited that he strode ahead, showing his wisdom and bravery. He hurried out of the house, through the yard, opened the gate, and prepared to personally direct the arrest plan. However, he stopped after taking only two steps out of the gate. The subordinates behind him hurried out one by one, bumping into his back again and again, causing him to sway.
Sometimes, great dreams can be realized. For example, you go out to sea in a beautiful boat with a fishing rod, praying that you can catch four crabs. In fact, it is not impossible to catch a whale!
Captain Shen was stunned, and so were the other men behind him. What they saw was not the scene of more than 20 detectives catching the Eighth Route Army, but the blurry movement of black silhouettes of soldiers rumbling past the alley in front of them. They couldn't see the uniforms, but they could see large groups of bayonets, passing by again and again, and in their dumbfounded eyes, it seemed like they would never end!
One of them said stupidly: "Not like the Imperial Army..."
One of them said foolishly: "Captain Shen... I will only obey you from now on..."
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The injured man tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. His wounds were really painful. In his heart, he really hoped that wealth and glory were right before his eyes.
The woman in the outer room could tell that the injured person in the inner room couldn't sleep, so she finally lit the oil lamp and went to the inner room to ask: "Be patient, someone will come to pick you up."
The injured person wiped the cold sweat from his face and forced a smile: "Don't worry, I'm fine. By the way, I saw you... It seems that you have a knife hidden behind your back."
The woman was stunned for a moment, and put the oil lamp in her hand aside, saying awkwardly: "Don't think too much. I'm also afraid of something happening. If someone really rushes in, maybe I can save my life!"
Then, the Type 30 bayonet appeared in the woman's hand. She lowered her head and stared at the bayonet in the light quietly: "Actually... this bayonet is the thing I least want to see. The day I received this bayonet, I knew my brother would never come back."
"Your brother?"
The woman nodded slightly, a little absent-minded: "My own brother... but they all call him fast-footed... he always runs... in the second company, it is an honor to receive a bayonet... it means that he is worthy of my pride for the rest of my life..."
Outside the dark window, there was a sudden rumbling sound of footsteps, as if many people were walking and running...