The country is broken

"Yoshi! You have made great contributions! Very good!" Seeing a long queue of convoys queuing up from the entrance of the barracks to the warehouse, the head of the Japanese Army Brigade Anzai Dazoraku's eyes almost narrowed into a slit. The food he bought was piled up like a hill in the storeroom in the corner of the barracks. This batch of free food allowed his brigade to rest here for a while, without worrying about supplies, and without rushing to the front line to make a living. To kill him, the superior's order to put him on standby is simply too understanding for Colonel Anxi, even though he is a soldier of the empire, he still needs to relax.

"Hey, hey! The Taijun is wise, and the little ones are just contributing a little bit!" Maintaining the chairman Jin Quanshun's obedience did not mean to take any credit at all. Blood, if there are two more times, he might as well follow the Sun family's parents and the villagers to cast the eight roads together.

"Huh! Put it in the warehouse as soon as possible! Only when the imperial army is full can I help you fight off the Eighth Route Army guerrillas!" Commander An Xi held his mustache under his nose with his fingers reservedly. Full of confidence, he sent nearly a brigade of troops to move around, to cheer up the local pro-Japanese elements, and to deter those Tuba Road and guerrillas. After killing chickens for monkeys, these untouchables finally did not drag him down, the brigade group It's not going to be reduced to the point of grabbing food everywhere.

"Yes yes yes! The food will be in the warehouse soon, and there will be no shortage of one or two." Jin Quanshun nodded and bowed authentically, with cold sweat on his back, hoping that Sun Xing, the head of the Sun family, would be able to bribe the guy who weighed the weight smoothly, although he tried his best We got all the servings, and some of them used sandbags to pretend to be fakes.

The maintenance association and the Sun family are interdependent and dependent on each other. In order to survive this catastrophe smoothly, the two parties have spared no effort in cooperating, spending both money and people, and managing from top to bottom.Finally, the plan to make the Sun family a family member went smoothly amidst the uneasiness. [

"Yo Xi!" Colonel Anxi nodded, and returned to the barracks. After solving the big problem of food, he could really feel relieved. With a large grain depot, I slept a lot more securely.

Seeing Anxi Dazuo turned and left satisfied, Jin Quanshun looked at the warehouse full of grain. It turned out to be a temple where the villagers enshrined Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. Bring in the food.

"Brother Jin! Take a sip!" The energetic Sun Xing turned around from some corner, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, "Pegasus brand?!" Jin Quanshun's pupils shrank Shrunken, a little surprised and pleasantly surprised, grabbed it straight away without any politeness, held it in his hand and looked at it.Tsk-tsk in his mouth: "Fourth Master's goods?! You really have such an old thing! Hahaha!" This old thing has always been a hookah pot, when did it start to make cigarettes! ?It is simply too rare, but with this smoke alone, there is no need to explain, Jin Quanshun knows that their plan really has something to do, the smoke in his hand has already explained everything.

This Pegasus brand is not an ordinary cigarette, it is a tobacco factory established by the Huainan New Fourth Army. The tobacco leaves are all top-quality tobacco leaves that do not touch the branches and the bottom. It is better than the British brand, Kingfisher brand and Xiaodao brand. After one is lit, there are no tobacco stems from the beginning to the end, and it is extremely sought-after in the market.When Sun Xing took out the cigarette, the meaning behind it was self-evident.

"Taste one first!" Jin Quanshun swept away his depression in front of the Japanese, pulled out the cigarette case, and skillfully pulled out two cigarettes, one in his mouth, and one thrown back to Sun Xing, who happened to puff Picking up a match, he said, "Come on, try it. It's absolutely authentic, much better than my hookah."

"Mmm! Mmmm! Good stuff!" Jin Quanshun squinted his eyes, with a look of enjoyment, and the smell of the smoke really gave him a different feeling, "It's delicious! The goods of the Fourth Grandpa, Really authentic!"

Tobacco dealers dare not say clearly that they are Pegasus brand cigarettes produced by the New Fourth Army. They usually call the New Fourth Army the Fourth Grand Master in private. The hot sales of Ma brand cigarettes also provided great help for the New Fourth Army to raise military expenditures. The fat and water were not left to outsiders, and most of the cigarettes used by the CCP’s anti-Japanese troops were Pegasus brands.

"Brother Jin! I've already contacted you. I'll do it tonight. Don't worry!"

"Okay, okay!" Jin Quanshun said three good words in a row, suddenly startled, as if thinking of something, looked at the delivery men and said, "Is it among these people..."

"Hush!~~~" Sun Xing hurriedly made a silent movement, and said cautiously: "God knows, Earth knows, you know, I know!"

"Yeah!" Jin Quanshun nodded hastily, and now he looks at the peasant husbands obviously without the previous arrogance and contempt, but with a little more fear. In his clear words, Jin Quanshun vaguely heard that this time the team he joined was not an ordinary team, but the [-]th District Team of the Eighth Route Army, which was the most powerful nearby. With the tough district team, it's no wonder that Sun Xing suddenly became so confident, and even smoked like this.

The Japanese soldier standing at the entrance of the temple smelled the smell of smoke, saw two guys passing cigarettes not far away, and immediately shouted: "Baga! Don't smoke!" The grain depot is heavy, and fireworks are strictly prohibited .

"Hey, hey!" Jin Quanshun and Sun Xing hurriedly moved away, even if it was a Japanese soldier, the two of them couldn't afford to provoke them.

Jin Quanshun and Sun Xing hid in the distance and murmured for a while, and if they split up and went their separate ways, the rest of the matter was no longer relevant to them. What the two of them had to do was to get rid of everything. Honestly being a "good citizen" of the imperial army, this is exactly what Li Wei, the commander of the fourth company of the [-]th district team, told them.

Rather than letting the rookies do a disservice, it is better to let them cool off. Professional things should be done by professional people.

After the temple that was originally dedicated to Avalokitesvara was taken by the Anxi Brigade, it no longer had the solemnity and incense lingering in the past. Jiang, himself is hard to protect himself. The temple rooms of the entire temple are full of grains as high as hills, and the incense sticks have long been thrown aside. Fireworks are absolutely prohibited. Only then did he escape the catastrophe of being pulled down, but the independent helper can only face many food bags to save sentient beings.

A reorganized Japanese army brigade needed a horrific consumption of five tons of food per day. Soldiers who participated in the war ate more food than ordinary people. In addition to calculating the loss, they needed nearly [-] tons of food in half a month, which did not include non-staple food and meat.

Many nearby village chiefs and landlords and maintenance members have already complained to the sky. According to Sun Xing's plan, Jin Quanshun had to adulterate the food in order to make up for the amount of food.After learning that he had bought off the person who weighed the weight, he became more courageous. He was good at big fights and small fights, and he didn't want to be so cheap. [-]% of the food is adulterated, even if there is any accident, at least [-]% of the food can be kept, so that the common people will not be in trouble.I don't have to be pointed at the back of my spine by people from all over the world.

At night, the Anxi Brigade barracks, which had been bustling all day, regained its tranquility, except for the soldiers on guard patrol.Most of the soldiers have entered a state of rest. The regular troops have always been strictly disciplined. There are no entertainment items in the area, and there are no evening activities. Except for the Japanese army's radio team, which still maintains the necessary contact with the superior and other troops, basically When it gets dark one day, I clean up and make a fuss before going to bed. [

Colonel Anxi believed that his troops were strong, and he was not afraid of any guerrillas and Eighth Route Army attacking the battalion. After all, the number of people and the equipment were enough to surpass the main force of the Eighth Route Army's eleventh division.There is no difference between a little soil and eight roads bumping into it and an old birthday star eating arsenic.A few patrol teams with wolf dogs were placed on the periphery, and according to the textbook standard of light and dark whistles, the security of the barracks was made to be watertight.

In the temple occupied by the Japanese army as a grain depot, there was only a small team of Japanese soldiers standing guard at the door and corners. The temple was already in the barracks, and the role of a small team was only to prevent accidental alarms such as fires. After all, there were only a few If there is a change, the Japanese troops in the barracks in all directions will swarm.

The faint moonlight shines through the crack of the door on the Buddha statue of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva full of compassion for all living beings on the altar, and the atmosphere in the temple looks cool.The incense and Sanskrit sounds of the past are long gone, and the Bodhisattva statue seems to be grieving that the food will soon fall into the belly of the Japanese invaders and become the source of evil power to kill the Chinese people.

My Buddha is merciful, but it is impossible for these executioners whose hands are stained with Chinese blood to put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas immediately. Although the Buddhist believers among the nearby villagers dare not come to offer incense and worship Buddha, they are always in their hearts. Pray silently, hoping that the Bodhisattva will appear and bless them to live in peace.

After all, the clay Bodhisattva is not a real god and Buddha with great powers, and the legend is just a legend after all. Although the Bodhisattva has always maintained an expression of saving sentient beings, now he can only show a bit of resignation. On the throne, not to mention saving the suffering of the world, I am afraid that it is impossible to even move.

Oh no!It seems that Guanyin Bodhisattva moved slightly almost imperceptibly just now.

Not dazzling, Guanyin Bodhisattva moved slightly again, and then trembled. If there is a Buddhist believer here, I am afraid that he will immediately shout.

"The Bodhisattva has appeared!!!"

The [-] million Chinese nation lost a total of [-] million people in the seven years of war. No matter which country in the world it is placed on, it will be completely subjugated and exterminated. far less than.

Guanshiyin Bodhisattva trembled for real, as if he really wanted to step down from the lotus throne and save the suffering in the world. The suffering and misery in the world have almost reached a point where even the gods who cut down the world of mortals would be moved.

The lotus throne of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva slowly rises, just as it is about to make people think that it is the manifestation of the Bodhisattva, but it moves to the side, and a pair of dusty hands are placed under the lotus throne, which is actually powerful. Steadily supporting the stone lotus throne and the clay bodhisattva statue weighing more than [-] jin, it was slowly moved to the side, as if lifting the weight lightly, but there was no sound at all.

A two-foot-square hole was exposed under the lotus throne. A figure with a long thorn in his mouth stuck out his head very vigilantly. After noticing anything unusual, he shrugged and jumped out of the hole like a civet cat.

Guanyin Bodhisattva still failed to jump out of the lotus throne to save sentient beings. It was not Guanyin Bodhisattva who jumped out of the altar, but a person.

The man moved the lotus throne of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva to the side in the altar, completely exposing the hole, patted the hole with his hand, turned around and jumped out of the altar, and landed on the nearby grain sacks. After a few taps, it fell to the ground like light smoke, leaned against the door of the temple lightly, looked out vigilantly through the crack of the door.

After moving away from the hole exposed by the lotus throne, a figure appeared again, jumping out with the same dexterity, without making a sound, and quickly seized another corner in the temple. Looking at the different positions in the temple, those positions are important tactical positions that can not only launch surprise attacks on gates and households, but also support each other.

In the darkness, these people moved nimbly and dexterously, tossing and turning in this dimly lit and complex environment full of grain sacks like walking on the ground, without making even the slightest sound, and communicating with each other was only a few simple movements .

One of those who jumped out approached the door and leaned against the first person who jumped out of the hole. A few glances, a few movements, and voices, the two agreed, and the first person to jump out of the hole Taking a step aside, the other person immediately took out a bent iron wire, inserted it through the crack of the door into the lock on the outside of the door, and pulled it out gently a few times. With a slight clang, the lock pin was automatically released. .

A few iron wires wrapped in plastic stick out, as flexible as fingers, and gently untie the chain that binds the door latch. This is a dangerous, challenging and highly skilled job. Inadvertently, the clanging sound of metal chains in this moonlit night was no different from a big incandescent lamp in the dark.

Under the crack of the door, the man with the thorn in his mouth held a few half-foot-long needles in his hand, ready to go at any time.