Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 12 Accidents Caused by a Marching Pot

"Immediately report to the head of the Yamashita Division. We have confirmed the location of the main force of the Nine Columns of the Eighth Route Army and are pursuing them. Please send support as soon as possible."

Tera Neiyong drew out his command saber and shouted to his embarrassed subordinates: "Battle exploits are ahead, warriors charge forward!"

The little devil chased after Li Daben and the others, and Si Neiyong walked in front of the team holding a command saber.

They saw the quilts and leggings thrown in a mess on the road, and the adjutant picked up an empty bullet bag and handed it to Terauchi Yong.

Terauchi smiled smugly, and said contemptuously: "Cunning Chinese people, when they meet the troops of the Imperial Japanese Army, they will be defeated immediately." He took the bullet and threw it back.

The adjutant said: "Judging from the number of equipment on the ground, the large number of people must be the main force of the Eighth Route Army's Nine Columns."

"Quick, take advantage of the victory and pursue, we must catch up with them!"

The little devil accelerated his march and chased for a day, but he didn't find a single enemy figure, and the equipment thrown on the ground became less and less.

As the sky was getting dark, Li Daben and the others were still running forward regardless.

"Run forward, don't stop," Li Daben urged.

"What are you still doing with that tortoise shell on your back? Throw it away." Li Daben looked at the marching pot on the back of the abacus and said.

"Throw it away? Throwing nothing can throw away the guy we eat?" Magnet said with a confused face, grinning, completely confused about what Li Daben is doing?
"Throw away what we eat"

"what to eat"

"When we catch up with the big team, let them make dumplings for us, stewed noodles with pork." Li Daben fudged again.

"Throwing" said, several people hurriedly put the abacus on their backs and threw the marching pot on the ground.

Si Nei Yong and his men were still chasing after him, the adjutant said to Si Nei Yong, "Mr. Si Nei, it is very dangerous to fight in the mountains at night, and we are not familiar with the terrain. If we continue to move forward, we may be ambushed by the Eighth Route Army again." "

"Of course I know, but now there is no room for retreat."

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden noise, which scared the little devils to raise their guns one by one.

Tera Neiyong hurried forward to check, "What's the matter?" It turned out that the devil accidentally kicked a marching pot.

"There are weapons left by the Eighth Route Army on the ground," the soldier replied.

Terauchi Yong knocked on the marching pot in front of him with the bastard box in his hand, then turned it over to have a look.

Si Neiyong was taken aback for a moment, pondered for a moment, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

A group of little devils looked at each other, not knowing why.

Terauchiyong stopped laughing and said solemnly: "The enemy has already thrown away the cooking pot, which shows that they are in despair! Temporarily stop advancing and report to the division commander. We will destroy one of the Eighth Route Army's Nine Columns. , and seized a marching pot."

At this time, Yamashita Fengwu's support troops had already occupied the Eighth Route Army's garrison and turned the garrison into a temporary pre-war command post.

"Report sir, there is a call from the front line!" The communications officer walked in and handed a translation to Yamashita

Looking at the telegram, Yamashita frowned, looking very helpless.

"This peddler from Osaka has to report even a bite of the marching pot! Is there nothing else to report?"

The communications officer asked cautiously: "Could it be a code word?"

Yamashita raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"Because the information is very important and I'm afraid of being intercepted by the enemy, so I sent it in coded language?" the communications officer said uncertainly.

Yamashita nodded: "Go and check the password book."

"Yes!" The communications officer ran away.

The communication officer rushed to check the password book: "There is nothing, what is Terauchiyong doing?"

The devil soldier next to him with a flashlight asked, "Maybe they are using an expired codebook?"

While speaking, the communications officer came again.

He excitedly said to Shanshita: "Sir, the codebook currently in use does not have the code word marching pot, but in the old codebook, marching pot refers to officers above the division level of the Eighth Route Army."

As he spoke, he spread out a slightly old cipherbook and handed it to Shanshita.

Yamashita stared at the codebook and said doubtfully: "According to the information, the division-level officers of the Eighth Route Army should be in the area of ​​Wutai Mountain in Shanxi. How could they appear here?"

"Perhaps God favored us!"

He said to the communication officer: "Send a report to Si Neiyong and ask him to check again to confirm that the captured officer is a division-level officer of the Eighth Route Army!"

Soon, Yuuchi Terauchi received a telegram from Yamashita: "Sir, the commander of the division asked us to verify, please make sure that what was seized is really a marching pot."

Si Neiyong said dissatisfiedly: "For these bureaucrats who graduated from Lu University, what is there to confirm with a marching pot?"

He looked at the marching pot quietly lying on the ground at his feet in surprise, and didn't understand why Fengwu Yamashita cared so much about a marching pot.

What was even more unimaginable to him was that after he replied that what he got was indeed a marching pot.

Yamashita actually sent a telegram again, asking him to confirm that it was a marching pot of the Eighth Route Army, not a marching pot of other troops.

"Baga, it's just a marching pot. Is it necessary to double-check it?" Si Neiyong asked the communication officer.

"The commander of the Yamashita Division may have his own intentions in doing this." The communications officer replied with his head bowed.

Si Neiyong held the pot in his hand and looked up and down by the bonfire.There is nothing special about the dark pot body.

A wooden sign hung on the marching pot, "Sakamoto, Sakamoto."

"Hi"

"See if the words on it belong to the Eighth Route Army"

"Sir, it says on the pot that it belongs to the Nine Columns of the Eighth Route Army"

"Call me right away"

After sending the telegram, he received the third telegram from Tomotake Yamashita. The content of the telegram made him sleepy all of a sudden.

"Order the Yong Department in the temple to rush to the nearby Liubao stronghold immediately, protect the marching pot, stand by and wait for help from other troops! Adjacent troops immediately move closer to Liubao to ensure the absolute safety of the Liubao stronghold. The Army Air Corps and The Heavy Artillery Wing has entered into combat mode, bombing all possible hiding places of the Eighth Route Army near the Liubao stronghold!"

Therefore, because of this marching pot, the Japanese army's troop mobilization made a major adjustment, and they all moved closer to Wuyi County, where the new third company retreated.

In a very short period of time, the Japanese army in Wuyi County and the surrounding areas of BD, and even the entire North China region began to become tense, mobilizing a large number of troops to guard roads, railways, and bridges.

The local troops were in chaos, and they had no time to attack the Nine Columns.

This also makes the Nine Columns Command, which is preparing to deal with a worse situation, very puzzled.

Since it was Zhou Weihan's new second regiment who was responsible for covering the retreat of the main force first, but they would not be able to contact them for a while.

Li Yunlong was in a very good mood at first, but Xinyituan has started a lot of side jobs these days.

As a result, the brigade commander called just now, and first scolded him, "Li Yunlong, you kid, you didn't do anything behind my back, did you?"

"Brigade Commander, what a great injustice. I've kept my law and order recently, how dare I cause trouble?" Li Yunlong said aggrievedly like an angry little daughter-in-law.

"It's fine if you don't cause trouble. If you let me know that this matter has something to do with you, you will feel better!"

"Brigadier, go slowly! Brigadier"

Li Yunlong hung up the phone and said to the guards: "Go, let the enemy labor department find out what's going on? Let me know, I will beat him to hell."

At the same time, the Eighth Route Army headquarters was also confused, and the boss and the deputy chief of staff stood in front of the map and were also confused.

"The little devil has such a big battle, why didn't our headquarters get any news, what a ghost, what's going on, can any of you tell me?"

"Just now, Chief Yan from the World War II area sent a telegram, complaining about me, saying that there was such a big battle, why didn't you say hello to his commander?"

At this time, a staff officer came in and reported: "Report, there is something new."

"speak"

"Just now, our monitors found that the little devil was in a mess. The commander of the North China Front Army personally called a division commander. Our correspondent is not good at Japanese, so we can only listen to the general idea."

"He found that the enemy mentioned two words many times. He asked the translator, and the translator said these two words were Wuyi County and Marching Pot?"

(End of this chapter)