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Chapter 702 A sudden idea
"Bagaya road!"

"What did you say?"

Takeuchi Renzan slammed the table and almost threw the phone out.

"General, our granary was attacked and burned down. All the grain we collected was burned to ashes." A voice in pure Japanese came over the phone.
"Say it again!" Takeuchi Lianshan's face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were like the abyss, flashing with a light that wanted to devour anyone.

The Japanese officer on the other end of the phone was stunned at first, then he repeated his previous words tremblingly.

"Where are the defenders? Are they all dead?"

"All the defenders died heroically."

"hiss!"

Takeuchi Renzan was stunned, and the defenders were silent. Even if he wanted to blame someone, there was no one to blame.

"Immediately allocate a batch of daily necessities from the nearest granary!" Takeuchi Lianshan immediately ordered: "Hurry!"

"General, it's easy to transfer supplies, but we may be ambushed on the road under the tree, and the supplies won't be delivered to you at all."

How could Takeuchi Lianshan not know this, but he had already made a plan: "Just allocate the supplies, and I will send people to meet them."

"Hey!"

On the other end of the line, a Japanese officer's voice of agreement soon came.

After hanging up the phone, Takeuchi Lianshan's face had completely turned dark.

"Bagaya road!"

"General, could it be the guerrillas of the New Fourth Army?" The staff officer next to him also frowned and expressed his guess.

"Recently, that group of guerrillas got a batch of our weapons and equipment from somewhere. They are very well-equipped."

"Are you talking about the guerrillas that appeared in Heshun last time?" Takeuchi Lianshan said with a frown.

The staff officer said: "The Kuomintang army in China has already completely abandoned the west coast and chose to retreat to the east coast. The guerrillas have always been active on the west coast."

"But didn't we wipe out a group of guerrillas last time?" Takeuchi Lianshan asked doubtfully.

"We did wipe out a group of guerrillas, but not all of them." The staff officer looked like he had mastered the matter. "As the Chinese say, these guerrillas are like centipedes that will not die even if they are cut into pieces. We wiped out one group, but as long as a few escaped, another group would appear soon."

"Guerrillas?" Takeuchi Lianshan shook his head and said, "I always feel that we are not facing guerrillas this time."

"What does your Excellency the General mean?" the staff officer asked in confusion.

Takeuchi Lianshan said: "Do you remember when we first conquered Burma, the Chinese army defeated Tachibana Kio with a group of defeated soldiers at Nantianmen, and then rushed a hundred miles to attack the airport and cut off our supply line?"

"General, are you saying that the Chinese troops never left the west bank, but hid themselves, and when we let our guard down, they came out again?"

"These Chinese troops are best at hiding," Takeuchi Lianshan said with a twinkling gaze, "They are just like rats in the gutter. They can survive in any difficult environment."

Neither Takeuchi Renzan nor his staff had ever thought that this suddenly appearing enemy would come from the east coast.

Because in their inherent cognition, the Nujiang River is an isolation zone separating the east and the west. No matter whether they are going from west to east, or the national army on the other side wants to go from east to west, they must cross the Nujiang River.

No matter which side wants to cross the Nujiang River, they cannot escape the eyes of the other side.

And now the national army on the other side of the strait has been hiding in their "turtle shell" without making any moves, so neither Takeuchi Renzan nor his staff officers have ever connected this group of suddenly appearing powerful enemies with the national army on the other side of the strait.

"Such a long time has passed. How did so many of them survive under our noses?" the staff officer asked puzzledly.

Takeuchi Renzan said: "Their number should not be large, but their weapons and equipment are relatively sophisticated."

"When they were at Nantianmen, they had no more than a thousand people at most. Later, they traveled hundreds of miles, attacked the airport, cut off the food supply, and fought with us many times. They must have suffered heavy casualties. Otherwise, they would not have disappeared for more than a year."

"Could it be that the guerrillas in Heshun last time were part of this Chinese army?" the staff officer made a bold association.

"Could they have already broken up into smaller units and developed guerrilla forces in all the areas we have occupied?"

The two of them talked back and forth, and the more they guessed, the more they felt that the other person was right.

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On the other side, on a hill dozens of miles away from the burned warehouse, the members of the commando team were beating their chests and stamping their feet in regret.

“I’ve never seen so much food in my life.”

"The food is piled up like a mountain. It's enough for us to eat for a lifetime."

"A lifetime? You can't finish it in a lifetime!" Snake Butt added unhappily.

Doubing's face rarely showed his signature silly smile, instead he looked a little dazed: "I have never seen so much food."

"How much rice can be steamed from so much grain?" Kang Ya spoke in authentic Shanxi dialect.

"Tsk! It's just a pile of food! A bunch of bastards who have never seen the world." Milong complained disdainfully.

"How can we compare to your obsession with the boss?" said Bu La.

Yao Ma, who had always been on equal terms with Bula, immediately chimed in: "That's right! We are just a bunch of peasants, we can't compare with Boss Mi."

"Tsk!" Milong was too lazy to argue with these two guys, so he said tsk and turned his head away.

Doubing glanced at Wang Zhong who was quietly eating canned food nearby, walked up to Wang Zhong with the canned food in his hand, and asked the question in his mind: "Captain, why don't we distribute the food to the people instead of burning it?"

Looking at Doubing with a silly face, he could actually ask such a question, which shows that Doubing is not really stupid.

Wang Zhong said: "Do you think the people around us can keep the food if we distribute it to them?"

Doubing was stunned for a moment, then he reacted: "Captain, are you worried that the Japanese will get to know the news and take the food back?"

Wang Zhong said: "If they didn't have this food, they could still eat some grass roots, wild fruits, wild vegetables, and leaves. They could go hunting in the mountains, go fishing in the river, catch birds, and there are so many things they can do. It's not so easy for them to starve to death."

“But if we distribute the food to them, and the Japanese find out, they will snatch the food away from them. But if the Japanese get angry and kill them all, won’t we be harming them?” Wang Zhong’s words were like a basin of cold water poured over everyone’s heads in the coldest days of winter with snowflakes flying all over the sky.

The doubt on Doubing's face gradually disappeared, and his expression gradually became serious, solemn, and silent.

The last time they crossed the river to Heshun to pick up Meng Fanle's parents, they met a group of guys in the woods who claimed to be from Lianhua Town. They were all unkempt and looked like savages.

The Japanese didn't regard them as human beings at all, but only as targets for practicing shooting. When they were in the mood, they would shoot a few shots at them while they were farming to compare their shooting skills. When their mood wore off, they left behind a few corpses and walked away happily with smiles.

And that group of "savages" left behind a few corpses when they went to plow the land, a few corpses when they went to sow seeds, a few corpses when they went to transplant seedlings, a few corpses when they went to weed, and a few corpses when they went to harvest...

Less than two years after the Japanese occupied the West Bank, their numbers dwindled, and dozens of lives were lost on the land they cultivated.

No one had any doubt about Wang Zhong's words, because the cruelty of the Japs was far beyond their imagination.

The forest suddenly became quiet. No one was regretting the piles of food that were like hills, enough to support a reinforced regiment for nearly a year.

No one started joking anymore. Everyone chose to remain silent, eating the canned food in their hands, looking at the dead branches and leaves in front of them, and listening to the chirping of insects and birds echoing in the woods.

Suddenly, the silence was broken again: "Do you think those villagers from Lianhua Town we met last time were captured by the devils?"

Everyone looked at Wang Zhong who was speaking, with confusion in their eyes.

Wang Zhong ignored them and looked at the bookworm next to him: "If we pull them all into our team, is it possible to form an anti-Japanese team nearby?"

Wang Zhong mentioned two teams, but the meanings of the two teams were completely different.

The little bookworm shook his head and said, "I'm not sure either."

"When I left, I left in a hurry."

Wang Zhong stood up and said with a firm look, "Now that the enemy's granary has been destroyed, we can only transport supplies from farther away. It will only take a round trip. Let's speed up. One day will be enough."

"Rest for another twenty minutes, clean up all traces, and then set off to look for the folks in Lianhua Town."

"They are a group of ordinary people who have never even held a gun. Even if we recruit them, they can't help us in the short term." Bu La said calmly.

Wang Zhong looked at Bu La in surprise. He didn't expect that he would say this. But he was relieved. "Yes, your concerns are correct, but the current situation is not favorable to us. The Japanese army will definitely allocate more manpower to escort the supplies in the future, and they will definitely send troops to find us."

"Although we are highly mobile, we are too few in number. The success of this surprise attack also caught the Japanese off guard. I am afraid that it will be difficult to achieve such results in the future."

"Instead of harassing them with small-scale attacks, it is better to find another way and form a team nearby."

"As for the problem you mentioned, as long as they fight a few battles and see blood a few times, they will naturally become qualified soldiers."

The little bookworm also said: "Instead of sitting and waiting to die, it is better to pick up a gun and resist."

"We have been living in comfort for too long. We have forgotten that we still have blood in our veins. We have forgotten that we are not fish on the chopping board to be slaughtered at will." The little bookworm said excitedly.

The little bookworm's words made everyone silent.

Twenty minutes later, after clearing all traces, everyone carried their heavy equipment and bags and set off for Heshun.

Wang Zhong was already familiar with the terrain within a radius of 100 miles. After four hours, they finally arrived at the forest where they met the group of Lianhua Town folks.

After some searching, they were found.

However, their number was quite different from what Wang Zhong had expected.

"Is it you?" The old man in the lead obviously still remembered Wang Zhong.

"Uncle, how come you have so few people all of a sudden?"

The last time Wang Zhong and his companions came, they still had hundreds of people, but now there are only forty or fifty old, weak, sick and disabled people left.

"A while ago, the Japanese were capturing people everywhere, and they only wanted the young and strong ones. We didn't have many young and strong people left, so I asked them to hide in the mountains in advance. Fortunately, the Japanese didn't come here." The old man explained to Wang Zhong.

"Uncle, I won't hide it from you. We came here this time to recruit people to join the guerrillas and fight the devils with us."

Wang Zhong didn't beat around the bush and directly stated the purpose of his trip.

The old man paused and looked at Wang Zhong: "Fight the Japs?"

"I heard that the guerrillas in Heshun were just wiped out by the Japanese a while ago?" Although the old man hid in the mountains, he was not completely disconnected from the outside world. Did they still have to go to Heshun Town to trade some daily necessities such as salt and cloth?

Wang Zhong said: "It's just a few people who were sacrificed. If we were really wiped out by the devils, we wouldn't be here."

"Ah!" The old man sighed with a complicated expression and did not respond to Wang Zhong's words.

Wang Zhong didn't mind and continued, "The last time I came here, I heard what you had experienced. Since you have the courage to die rather than surrender to the devils, don't you have the courage to pick up a gun and fight against the devils with us to take back your homeland and land?"

"Take back our homes and land?" The old man shook his head and said with a sigh: "How easy is that!"

Wang Zhong said: "If you don't try, it will never be possible, but as long as you are willing to try, there is still a glimmer of possibility."

"As you are now, you may be killed or maimed by the Japanese at any time. It's fine if you are like this, but do you want your children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren to be like you in the future, worrying about the Japanese bullets that may hit them at any time even when they go out to farm?"

The old man remained silent. For the sake of comfort, they could endure the exploitation and oppression of the devils, but for the sake of their children and grandchildren, and for the peace of future generations, they could also give up comfort.

but.

"Even the soldiers have abandoned the west bank. Will it be useful for us to resist?" The old man looked at Wang Zhong and asked a soul-searching question.

Wang Zhong said, "Because the West Bank is not their home, the land here is not their land, and the folks here are not their relatives. So for the sake of the so-called overall situation, they must give up the West Bank and use the Nujiang River as a barrier to protect the East Bank and more land and people beyond the East Bank."

“But we are different.”

"Our home is here, our relatives are here, and our ancestors have been here for generations."

"But now the devils have taken all of this away from us."