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Chapter 709 Temporary Calm

"Captain, what should we do with these devils? Are we really going to keep them?" Li Hu approached Wang Zhong and asked in confusion.

Wang Zhong looked at him and asked, "What do you think we should do?"

"Kill them all!" Li Hu said coldly, his eyes flashing with undisguised murderous intent: "Don't spare any one."

Wang Zhong asked: "Do you want to kill a few devils with your own hands?"

"Of course I do!"

Li Hu said without hesitation: "I have thought so for a long time."

Wang Zhong said, "Bula and Yaoma will take these devils away for punishment later. If you want to practice beating up a few devils, just follow them."

This base must not be exposed, so these prisoners must not be kept.

And now that the supplies have been delivered, they have lost their value.

As for the so-called "Geneva Convention", didn't the Japanese also fail to abide by the "Geneva Convention" when they occupied Nanjing?

When the Japanese invaders were burning, killing, looting and raping women in our country, they had no idea what humanity was.

Wang Zhong did not retaliate in the same way, but just let Bula deal with them, which was already considered merciful.

"Captain Wang!"

"Captain Wang!" A boy of eight or nine years old shouted as he ran up to Wang Zhong.

"What's wrong?" Wang Zhong asked, rubbing his bald head.

"Captain, can I join the reserve team?" The young man looked at Wang Zhong hopefully.

"You are still too young. It's a bit early for you to join the reserve team!" Wang Zhong said.

"Ah?" A look of loss immediately appeared on the boy's face.

Wang Zhong suddenly smiled and said, "But we can set up a youth reserve team first, and organize all the kids who are about your age, or younger. When you grow up, you can join the guerrillas like Li Hu and fight the devils with us."

"Really?" The boy's eyes lit up again.

"Of course!" Wang Zhong squatted down, looked at the boy and said, "I remember your name is He Yongping, right?"

“Yeah, yeah!” The young man nodded excitedly and said, “Captain Wang, how do you know my full name? Everyone calls me Erdan.”

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Not just you. I wrote down the names of everyone in this camp when I registered them."

"Captain Wang, you are too amazing. I can't even remember Gou Wa's full name."

"That's because you didn't take it seriously!" Wang Zhong said, "As long as you are willing to do something with all your heart, you will be able to do it."

The boy, nicknamed Erdan and real name He Yongping, had a twinkling look in his eyes as he quietly kept Wang Zhong's words in mind.

"You go back first. I'll discuss this with Yonghe's grandfather tonight and organize a youth reserve team tomorrow."

He Yongping left happily.

Half an hour later, Bu La and his men returned to the camp again.

The meals for the female comrades were almost ready, and now that they had returned triumphantly, it was natural to celebrate with delicious food and drinks.

The only regret is that there is no wine in the camp. Under the current conditions, we can't even get enough food, so where can we get food to make wine?

Soon, three large pots of canned mushrooms and steamed rice were ready.

Everyone was given a big bowl full of shiny rice, and each soldier's rice was topped with a small piece of vegetarian meat.

"Before eating, let's ask Captain Wang to say a few words to us!" Old Man He is the patriarch of the He family, but the people who followed his mother to the camp are not only members of the He family. There are also a few people with the surname Li like Li Hu, and some with the surname Long and Zhang.

It was just because Old Man He was old, fair, and had a high reputation, and everyone trusted him, so they regarded him as their backbone.

"Welcome everyone!" Old man He was the first to applaud, and the soldiers and civilians around him also followed suit.

Wang Zhong stood up, coughed twice to moisten his throat, and said, "I don't have much to say, just a few words. Our victory this time is not the first time, and it will definitely not be the last time."

"The Japanese economy is not doing well right now. Even the beef in canned beef is fake. This alone is enough to show that the Japanese are now strong on the outside but weak on the inside."

"Let's keep working together and unite as one. Sooner or later, we will be able to drive the Japanese out of our home!"

Immediately, applause broke out, and countless people echoed: "Drive the Japs out!"

"Yes! Drive the Japs out."

Wang Zhong raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said: "Our task now is to fill our stomachs!"

Then he picked up the chopsticks and said, "Only when you are full can you have the strength to fight the Japanese devils!"

"Hahahahahaha!" As soon as Wang Zhong said this, everyone burst into laughter.

"Let's eat!"

After fighting for a whole day and traveling for five consecutive days, even though they had eaten canned dry food on the road, everyone in the commando team was drooling over the delicious rice.

As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, everyone immediately buried their heads and started to devour their food.

Even children eat rice with big mouthfuls. The word "picky eater" does not exist in this era.

After dinner, the commandos and members of the reserve team each found a place to catch up on some sleep. Old Man He led the elderly and children to tend to the land they had just reclaimed and sown seeds, while the women helped the soldiers with washing and mending clothes. The division of labor was very clear.

Wang Zhong did not sleep. Instead, he went into the woods with a gun and searched the nearby area to prevent any Japanese troops from approaching this place and discovering the existence of the base during their absence.

Although this is an extremely remote place deep in the mountains and old forests, nothing is absolute in the world, and Wang Zhong has never been a blindly confident person.

Fortunately, after searching for a long time, we did not find any trace of the Japanese. Instead, we hit a few rabbits and a dozen flying birds with stones.

He tied the rabbit and bird to the gun, carried them on his shoulders, returned to the camp, woke up Bu La and a group of uninjured soldiers, and asked them to take charge of daily patrols. Wang Zhong then walked into the cave under the cliff, found a place, sat against the wall and took a nap. When Wang Zhong woke up again, it was already evening. After eating the dinner prepared by the women comrades, Wang Zhong found Old Man He and told him about the Youth Reserve Team.

"Let these kids join the reserve team as well?" Old Man He was a little hesitant.

Wang Zhong said: "If we are old and dead and still haven't driven the devils out of our country, they won't become their prey."

"If we can drive the Japs out, that would be even better. The Youth Reserve is just a name. We don't give them guns. We just organize them and make them easier to manage. We don't have to worry about anyone running around."

Old Man He nodded, obviously agreeing with what Wang Zhong said.

"Let's do this!" said Old Man He, "Although they are young, they can still help with some work."

Old Man He is not like those parents in later generations who blindly spoil their children.

At this time, children from ordinary rural families, regardless of gender, had to help with housework from an early age.

Even little kids around fourteen or five years old would be sensible enough to follow the adults with baskets in their hands during the harvest time, walking through the fields and picking up the fallen rice ears.

“You’ll have to worry about this matter and comfort them.” Wang Zhong said with a smile.

"Don't worry. Although I can't help you fight, I can still take care of the children." Old Man He also said with a smile.

The camp is now under militarized management. All supplies are publicly owned, and everyone eats from the same pot, eating the same thing. There is no gap between the rich and the poor, and no intrigue. All everyone wants is to survive, drive out the Japanese, and take back their homes and fields.

"What are the guerrillas' next plans?" asked Old Man He curiously.

Wang Zhong said: "Expanding our strength is the most important thing at the moment. We still have too few people now."

"Let alone a regiment, if we had a battalion of troops, we wouldn't have had such a hard time fighting this time."

"Yes!" said Old Man He, "There are indeed too few people now."

The Japanese army has an entire division in Burma, and under the division there are brigades. Takeuchi Renzan is only a regiment commander and only has a regiment in his hands. If they really want to drive the Japanese out of China and launch a full-scale counterattack, these people alone are not enough.

Even if Nan Tianmen was taken, it would only tear a hole in the Nujiang defense line. If one wanted to completely drive out the Japanese army, defeating the Takeuchi Regiment was only the first step.

The contents of the battle defense map emerged in Wang Zhong's mind, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift away.

"But if we hire more people, we won't have enough room here!" Old Man He said with emotion.

Wang Zhong regained his focus and said, "We don't just have this one base, and if necessary, we can expand it."

"That's true, but people eat what horses chew. Although we have a lot of food stored now, if the number of people increases, the food and food we have now will not last long. We still have to consider this issue as soon as possible."

"Uncle is right." Wang Zhong said, "It is said in the military tactics left by the ancients that food and grass must be sent before the army moves. The villagers are willing to follow us to fight the Japanese, so we can't let them starve."

"So how do you plan to solve this problem? Or go and rob the Japanese?" asked Old Man He.

"Of course we should rob the Japanese if we can. If we rob them, the Japanese on Nantianmen will have less supplies, and we will have a better chance of taking Nantianmen."

"That makes sense."

"Uncle, I have to leave tomorrow. I'm going to go around and see if I can get more people to join us. I'll let Bu La look after the camp, but Bu La has a carefree personality, so I'll need you to take care of him a little bit."

"Don't worry, I'm here!" said Old Man He.

Wang Zhong found the little bookworm again and told him his decision to leave the camp tomorrow and go out to recruit soldiers.

"What do you think, will you come with us, or wait for us to return here at the camp?"

Although the little bookworm was keen on fighting, he was a complete novice when it came to war and firearms. Even with Wang Zhong's hands-on teaching, he was not able to improve quickly.

For example, Wang Zhong did not bring him with him on this raid, but asked him to stay in the camp and be responsible for calming the emotions of He Laohan and the group of elderly, weak, women and children.

The old man He and his men had very good mental qualities. Although they knew there was a high possibility of sacrifice, they had already made sufficient preparations and were not worried at all.

Because when they were savages in the woods, their unlucky companions would be killed every few days by bullets shot by the Japanese from somewhere.

Now that they can follow Wang Zhong and others to fight the Japanese, even if they really die on the battlefield, even though the old men He are heartbroken, they will never regret it.

The little bookworm actually wanted to go, but when he thought of what Wang Zhong said before he left last time, he suppressed the smile on his face. After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll go with you!"

"You're right. Everyone has their own strengths. I'm not as good at fighting as you, and I'm not as accurate as you with a gun, but I have faith, I can speak, and I can spread my faith to others." Looking at the little bookworm whose eyes were getting brighter and brighter, Wang Zhong nodded with satisfaction.

"In that case, you should pack your things tonight, and we will set out at dawn tomorrow morning."

The next morning, Wang Zhong, along with Li Hu, Yao Ma, Mi Long, Dou Bing and Xiao Shu Chong, a total of six people, disguised themselves, left the camp in simple clothes and headed straight for the nearest Heshun.

The east coast is now occupied by the Japanese. Wang Zhong and his companions are all strangers, including Li Hu, so they have to act with extreme caution.

Even checkpoints have been set up outside Heshun, which shows how important the Japanese mission is.

Wang Zhong and his companions did not choose to enter Heshun, but wandered among the surrounding wilderness and mountain villages, wantonly fooling the villagers, telling them the dangers, analyzing the pros and cons for them, and finally coming to some quite satisfactory results.

Gradually, people began to choose to join the guerrillas, and most of them were young and strong people in their teens and twenties. Although there were not many of them, only a few, it was indeed a good start.

Wang Zhong led the four people to visit for seven days. With the persuasion of Wang Zhong and the little bookworm, they finally recruited more than fifty young and strong people.

Today, the news of the Battle of Gudaokou has been completely hidden by the Japanese military high-ranking officials, and ordinary people have no chance to access it.

Naturally, they didn't know that the guerrillas had won a great victory.

All they knew was that the Japanese suddenly captured them and made them do hard labor, such as digging and digging holes. They worked hard for a while, but not long after that, the Japanese released them.

But many people still have concerns. After all, they have parents above them, wives and children and families below them. They are not alone and can ignore everything.

There was also a little bookworm who had no idea what stage fright was. He could talk freely in front of others. Among the more than 50 people, most of them were persuaded by the little bookworm's sharp tongue.

Wang Zhong knew very well that these fifty people were just the beginning, and there was a high possibility that there might be Japanese spies mixed in among these fifty people. After all, they had just come down from the Nantianmen, so anything was possible.

Instead of sending these fifty people directly back to the camp, they were taken to another former guerrilla base, which was one of the several strongholds left behind by Master Shihang and his men.