Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2083 That Dragon Boat Festival is back!

In the early morning, when the first ray of golden sunlight filtered through the gaps in the forest and softly fell on the guerrilla camp, Dragon Boat Festival returned with a group of victorious troops.

No one was injured or killed.

Of course, those who pinched their hands while destroying the Little Devil Railway, took the trophies, or had their shoulders reddened by the railway, all these do not count.

In the battle with the Japanese, there were no casualties.

More than a hundred guerrillas came back carrying more than 30 railway tracks seven or eight meters long. Li Zhenshan and the blacksmiths who were waiting at the station were smiling from ear to ear.

These steels are of high quality and are sufficient to create a strong and durable Tai Chi Knife.

The blacksmiths couldn't wait to start preparing the sword.

They lit the fire, and the firelight reflected on their faces, making them look particularly excited.

Li Zhenshan stood aside as a technical instructor, personally guiding the blacksmiths in every step of sword making.

The scene was a busy and orderly scene, with the sound of hammers hitting anvils and the crackling of fires intertwined, like a concert in Vienna.

However, at this time, Duanwu had no intention of listening to the concert because he felt as if his body had been hollowed out.

His eyelids were so heavy that they seemed ready to close at any moment. He just wanted to find a quiet place and have a good sleep.

But at this moment, Long Qianyan ran over panting, with an anxious look on his face.

He brought an urgent message: a large number of people in Lushunkou were searching for traces of the guerrillas. They seemed to have been ordered by someone, and they would find this place soon.

Of course, this cannot be the information that Long Qianyan went to inquire about, but the Chunjiang Good Guerrillas have their own spies around the Japs. Otherwise, the Chunjiang Good Guerrillas would not have survived the Japs’ many sieges for so many years. survived.

At this time, the news hit Duan Wu's heart like a bomb.

A trace of solemnity flashed across his face, and he realized that this was a serious crisis and that measures must be taken as soon as possible.

The main cadres of the guerrillas quickly gathered in the conference room of the wooden house.

Ma Pingan, Ma Sanpao, Gao Yanan, Wan Shanhong, Li Zhenshan and Long Qianyan were all present.

There was tension in the air, and worry and anxiety were written on everyone's faces.

Duanwu glanced around the crowd, and then slowly asked: "Who can tell me why these people help the little devil to find our whereabouts?"

Ma Sanpao shook his head helplessly, saying that he knew nothing about it.

Ma Ping'an frowned, thought for a moment and then said: "Based on my previous experience, the Japs often force people to come out to look for anti-Japanese armed forces. I think these people are probably threatened or coerced by the Japs."

Long Qianyan also nodded, agreeing with Ma Pingan's point of view.

Gao Yanan said angrily: "These hateful little devils, they have no ability, so they will do these tricks."

Duanwu also nodded, thinking that Ma Ping'an was right, these people may have been threatened by the little devils.

But the most urgent thing is how to deal with it. The common people will find them sooner or later, in other words, the little devils will find them sooner or later.

So where will they go from here?

Arrest all the people?

This seems unrealistic. If the guerrillas arrest all the people, what is the difference between them and the devils?

So should we just let it go? Then the little devils will know the specific location of their station.

So, this is a question worth thinking about!

Everyone was lost in thought, and there was a solemn atmosphere in the air. Everyone knows that they must come up with a proper solution as soon as possible to deal with this sudden change. But how? Should they leave the camp they just built, or should they let the little devils find their camp and fight to the death with them?

Obviously these two options are not good choices.

Leaving the station means they have to go out to eat and sleep in the wild.

Although the weather has gotten warmer now, the night wind is still very cold at night. Even if you wear a cotton-padded jacket when it's the coldest, you won't feel hot.

And a fight to the death with the little devil? That would be equivalent to fighting the little devil head-on.

And with the current strength of the guerrillas, even if they fight an infantry brigade of the Japs, they will probably suffer heavy losses. What's more, this time, the Japs may not only dispatch one brigade.

So in the end, everyone still looked at Dragon Boat Festival.

I was really sleepy during the Dragon Boat Festival, and there was no good solution at this time. And the common people haven't found this place yet, so we can wait until they find it.

However, he had to make arrangements in advance, so Duanwu asked: "Long Qianyan and Ma Sanpao are familiar with the terrain in this area, and they will immediately look for a location that can be used as the next base. Others will continue as usual. If there are really ordinary people looking for the guerrillas, they will Comfort first. Remember not to force the common people. We are not devils. They can come and go freely. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

Everyone took the order and went about their own business, while Dragon Boat Festival went back to the room to sleep.

He was so sleepy that he fell asleep without even washing his face.

He had a dream in which he saw many familiar and unfamiliar faces.

familiar! It's because they were all his soldiers. As for the stranger, these people have all been sacrificed in his memory.

Along the way, he didn't know how many people had sacrificed around him. He couldn't even count them during the Dragon Boat Festival.

What impressed him most was the people he met in Sihang Warehouse.

Lao Hulu, Lao Tie, Shandong Bing, Yang Guai, and Cheng Wanli of the 87th Division, etc.

They were all looking at Duanwu and laughing: "Are you tired? This doesn't look like you at all? Where was that momentum in Sihang Warehouse? You were not sleepy for three days and three nights after the war. What's wrong now? Xiao Have all the Japs been killed? Haven’t you always told us that you will kill the little Japs until they are gone?”

Dragon Boat Festival was suddenly awakened from his sleep. He remembered that he came to this world just to kill the Japanese. How could he lie down just because of this fatigue? Compared with those who died, is his current life too comfortable?

He has become inert, and he lacks the momentum he had just traveled through time.

He recalled it all, how could such a small amount of fatigue make him collapse?

Duanwu grabbed the black blade on the table beside him, rushed out of the room, and quickly ran into the woods.

He paused and pulled out the black blade with both hands. In an instant, the light of the swords intertwined into a web of knives in the night.

The short knife flew in Duanwu's hand, and the knife moved away with his body shape. It was the "Killing Art" that Duanwu learned from the best killer in the world, Ji Zang.

Ksitigarbha once preached about the Dragon Boat Festival. Once you embark on the path of practicing martial arts, you can never stop. If you don't advance, you will retreat.

In the busyness, Dragon Boat Festival has somewhat forgotten all these things.

It was tonight that the many deceased comrades reminded him that it was not the time to rest yet.

He wants to fight, he wants to become stronger, until he kills all the devils!