Regarding the wearing of Japanese steel helmets, Zhou Yu made it clear that he supported it. Zhou Yu, who worked in the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army, knew very well that the Eighth Route Army began to use captured Japanese steel helmets very early, and in some elite units, most commandos and machine gunners would be equipped with Japanese Type 30 steel helmets to improve the survival rate of machine gunners.

Although the national army is widely equipped with German-made steel helmets, Zhao Shixun does appreciate the Japanese Type 30 more. In his opinion, the Japanese steel helmet was designed with the difference between the head shape of Asians and Europeans in mind, so it did not have the baggy feeling of German steel helmets when worn.

After seizing this batch of steel helmets, Zhao Shixun asked Heiwa to find a few people to use the rest time to rub off the hated Japanese yellow stars on the steel helmets with a file, and then apply a little mud on the outside to cover the reflection.

"Well, you go and tell the old immortal, let everyone have to wear one, if anyone doesn't wear it, let him come to me directly!"

Some militia members are still resistant to wearing captured Japanese steel helmets. Some people think that they are afraid of death, and some think that they wear it like a devil and refuse.

For these nonsense remarks, Zhao Shixun chose to ignore them all and treat them roughly.

He let out cruel words, if anyone is not convinced, he will immediately let him taste the feeling of flying bullets in the brain! Let him know what it's like to be in a dead end.

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After a short break, the team set off again. Before leaving, Zhao Shixun released the man in plainclothes who was almost blind. That man thought that he would definitely die, but he didn't think that Zhao Shixun and they would actually let him go, and he was grateful, and he kowtowed more than a dozen times in a row before leaving.

After releasing the captives, Zhou Yu took everyone to walk over the mountains and mountains for a long time, and finally came to a mountain village called Qianjingou not long after dark.

Because it was too late, in order not to alarm the sleeping villagers, Zhao Shixun decided to stay in the woods outside the village with his team, and only sent a few soldiers to help the wounded and follow Zhou Yu into the small village. This generation is not a base area for the time being, so the enemy situation and the people's situation are very complicated, and the fewer people who enter the village, the more beneficial it will be to the safety of the fortress households.

Before entering the village, the old immortal stopped Zhou Yu, took out eight silver dollars from the broken leather bag he was carrying and handed them to him, asking him to try to buy some food for everyone from the village. In continuous combat marching, the physical exertion of the big guy is very large, and the food he carries with him has long been eaten to the bottom. There are dozens of mouths on his side, and the only way to eat is to buy some food from the villagers just by relying on the surplus food from the fort households.

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Nothing was said all night.

The next morning, as the white of the fish belly in the east became more and more dazzling, a round of red sun broke away from the limit of the horizon and persistently climbed up the distant mountain again.

The green and desolate mountains are more and more dazzling by the sun, making the blue sky more and more blue. The mountain flowers, awakened by the warm sun, bloom all over the mountains and swaying in the midsummer breeze.

Early in the morning, stepping on the crystal dew on the grass, Zhou Yu walked out of the quiet mountain village with three small bags of grain on his back, and hurried back to the woods outside the village.

Seeing Zhou Yu and them coming back with food on their backs, the face of the old immortal who had been standing on the mountain early and waiting suddenly blossomed with joy. For the old immortal who has become accustomed to managing the affairs of the department, how to keep everyone full is the top priority he is most concerned about.

Putting the food on the ground, Zhou Yu wiped the sweat on his head, and shouted happily while putting down a shelf on his back:

"Old Wu......! Old Wu, what do you think I got for you? ”

The old immortal was squatting on the ground to untie a pocket, holding a handful of yellow millet in his hand and grinning, and when he heard the sound, he raised his head and looked, and his cloudy eyes immediately widened.

"Oops...... it's the turtle's son's pot! That's great. ”

"Hehe......, Lao Wu, look at what this is."

Putting down an iron pot on his back, Zhou Yu untied two two gourds from his waist and handed them to the old immortal.

After taking the two gourds and opening them one by one and smelling them, the old immortal couldn't help but frown, and looked at Zhou Yu and nodded with satisfaction.

"Canola oil, soy sauce, it's all good. Captain Zhou's blessing, brothers have a blessing today. ”

Because they didn't dare to easily expose the whereabouts of the team, Zhao Shixun and the others didn't dare to enter the village at all. This time they came out in a hurry, and the team only brought four days of dry food to go into battle lightly. I originally planned to go to Xujiayu to have a place to eat, drink and live after the meeting. How do you know that this happened, the brothers could only hide in the mountains and eat dry food and cold rice.

I thought that everyone could only use the iron lunch box and Japanese helmet that they carried with them as cooking utensils to make do with some small rice, but now with iron pots and vegetable oil and soy sauce, this cookware is really a shotgun change.

Seeing that the Zhou team brought food and even a pot, the hungry militiamen surrounded them one after another, looking at the golden millet and iron pot, many people's eyes were straight.

"Turtle son, don't giggle around, a group of a few people, go to the surrounding area to pick some wild vegetables for me and come back, I am old and immortal to boil some wild vegetable soup for everyone today to drink!"

When everyone heard this, they were immediately overjoyed, and they dispersed with a hula, as if they were afraid that the wild vegetables on the ground would run away with long legs.

In fact, in this vast Zhongtiao Mountain, it can be said that there is a lack of everything, and the only thing that is not lacking is the wild vegetables and fruits all over the mountains. As long as you're willing to make a slight turn, a basket full of wild vegetables can easily fly into your basket.

Zhao Shixun was the last to sleep last night, and when he was woken up by the big pillar, a wild vegetable and mushroom soup with oil flowers had already been brought to him.

Seeing Zhao Shixun stunned looking at the hot soup, Da Zhuzi smiled and said happily:

"Team Zhou brought food back, and also brought an iron pot and vegetable oil, and the old immortal made a pot of wild vegetable soup, which tasted good! Sir, try it. ”

"Hehe...... this Zhou Yu can really be rectified."

Smiling slightly, Zhao Shixun took the lunch box and took a sip.

"Uh-huh......! Nice and tasteful. The old immortal's skills are really good, it's really hard for him to carry the big bolt for more than 20 years, he should be a cook. ”

Although the wild vegetable soup in front of me doesn't look good, the taste is very mellow, and it's really good.

"Hey...... What we all feel is that the old immortal is really a god, and this wild vegetable can be made so fragrant. Oh yes, the old immortal also stewed a pot of small rice before, so I'll bring some to you. ”

"No need to ......, I'll just go over and eat with everyone."

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The small rice served with wild vegetables and mushroom soup made the militiamen who had been sleeping in the open for several days very happy. For these men in the mountains, no matter how hard and tiring the battle is, it is not a matter. As long as they can drink a mouthful of hot soup and eat a hot meal between battles, they will be satisfied.

After a full meal, Zhao Shixun set off again with the militia of the county brigade, and of course, the marching pot.

After placing the wounded, Zhao Shixun led everyone to search and reconnoiter near Xujiayu as planned, hoping to meet the people of the pioneer group.

During the search, Zhao Shixun thought that after the Japanese puppet army suffered the last loss, it would definitely search the mountains on a large scale. However, the fact is that the Japanese puppets did not make any major moves except for arranging a large number of plainclothes teams to roam around the countryside and tightening the blockade of the Nakajo Mountain area. The main force of the Japanese puppet army actually changed the virtue of repaying their teeth in the past, and reacted surprisingly quietly, they seemed to be waiting for something.

For this phenomenon, Zhao Shixun can't think of why. Due to the lack of radio and other communication equipment, Zhao Shixun found that the biggest difficulty in fighting in this mountain was the extreme lack of information. Although Zhao Shixun had trained several intelligence officers before, he had only roughly explored the range of 100 miles near Shenquan Village in Hengqu County. As soon as he left his nest this time, his eyes soon became black again.

Regarding this issue, Zhao Shixun talked to Zhou Yu several times in private. The underground intelligence network of the Eighth Route Army belongs to an independent system, and Zhao Shixun has always wanted their help. Zhou Yu also attaches great importance to this issue, but due to the complexity of various forces in the Zhongtiao Mountain area, coupled with the unexpected sacrifice of Lao Song, the head of intelligence in the Yuncheng area. The Eighth Route Army's intelligence network in the Jinnan region has been rebuilding with great difficulty. Zhou Yu told Zhao Shixun that Lao Wu had already taken on the task of rebuilding the intelligence network in the southern Jinnan region and had been busy with this matter recently. That's all the intelligence support that can be provided at the moment.

Two days later, thirty miles northeast of Xujiayu.

Looking at the corpses of several poor people who had rotted and smelled in the grass, Zhao Shixun covered his mouth and squatted on the ground thoughtfully.

"All four of them are our people, and you look at the palms and shoulders. These are all traces left by the perennial use of guns. ”

Zhou Yu covered his nose and pointed to the marks on each corpse, and said angrily.

"Well...... each of them had at least three more gunshot wounds and bayonet wounds, and it seems that they were killed by a close siege. Judging by the extent of the decomposing corpses, they should have been dead for at least four days. ”

Zhao Shixun examined the wounds of each corpse and came to a final conclusion.

"It's a problem, and I don't know it's the commissioner here. It seems that they really sacrificed it all. ”

Zhou Yu turned over every pocket of the corpse, with a helpless expression.

"It doesn't matter who the commissioner is, it's all the same now. Bury them...... ”

On a sunny slope, everyone dug a big hole. The old immortal made them a tombstone with a piece of dead wood, on which were engraved three crooked words - Eighth Route Army.

Just as Zhou Yu and everyone were about to hold a brief farewell ceremony for the four sacrificed soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, Xizi, who was in charge of the perimeter guard, ran back in a hurry.

"Captain, Team Zhou! Someone came this way, about fifty people. They also seem to have spotted our cordon, and the big pillar is leading people to stare at them, what should we do? ”

"Oh? All combat readiness ......! Zhou Yu, you ask Zhou Dahu and Tiewa to gather everyone, Xizi, you take me to see it immediately. ”

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