Chapter 138: It's hard to distinguish between true and false, and the enemy prepares

Shuihe Village. Village office. Eighth Route Army Supplementary Regiment, regimental headquarters war room.

"How can this word be written crookedly and crookedly?" Yu Genshan said to himself.

The crowd stretched out their heads to look at it, and there was a lot of discussion:

This can't be written by a child, right?

How so? How could a child know such confidential and important information?

Yes, such high-level intelligence was only accessible to confidential personnel of the Japanese command.

Yes? So this information was written by a Japanese officer? Quietly handed over to Platoon Commander Cao. Is this possible?

Maybe it was written by the Chinese.

I don't think it will be written by the Chinese. Didn't Platoon Commander Cao just say that he had lived in the Japanese army headquarters in the Fang family compound for a few days, and he had never seen a single Chinese. Even if a Chinese has been there, it must be a traitor, and the devil will not let him know such a confidential thing.

Judging from this handwriting, this person must have written in a hurry in a short time.

Who could this person be? Why risk sending intelligence to warn us? Why do you want to help us?

Alas, it's hard to say whether this information is true or not.

Whether it's true or not, we have to take it seriously. Prepare for the fake as if it were real.

The political commissar took the crumpled half of the letter from Yu Genshan's hand, first looked at the crooked Chinese characters, and then turned it over and over, twisting his fingers on the letter. Something found said:

"There's something wrong with this piece of paper. Come, everybody, sit down, and I'll tell you. ”

Everyone returned to their seats at the conference table and sat down.

The commissar put the two pieces of paper together, looked around for a while, and said:

"Do you all see that? These two sheets of paper are distinctly different. The paper used by Platoon Commander Cao is yellow, the surface is rough, and the paper-making process is relatively poor. And this paper is relatively white, smooth on the surface, and the papermaking process is good, like paper produced in the national control area or Japan. ”

Well, the commissar analyzed it with a reasonable point.

Now there will be no paper in the entire western Hebei region.

I think this piece of paper should be Japanese.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, don't interrupt me, listen to me. After talking about this piece of paper just now, let's talk about the Chinese characters on this paper. How do I look at these words, how awkward, the more I look at them, the more awkward they become, not like Chinese characters, even if they are written in a hurry, they shouldn't be written like this. ”

The commissar said yes. I've seen people write poorly and messily, like fried shrimp and dog's paws scratching the ground, but it's not this way of writing.

"Deng Junsheng, Deng Junsheng! Come here. ”

"Here!" Deng Junsheng walked over quickly, walked to the political commissar and saluted:

"Commissar, please instruct."

"It's not you who ask me for advice, it's me who asks you for advice. Xiao Deng, take a good look at this piece of paper, and then look at the Chinese characters on it, can you analyze where the paper is? What is the writing of the people. ”

Deng Junsheng took the letter handed to him by the political commissar, looked at it over and over again, and said:

"Political commissar, chiefs, this piece of letter is Japanese, I saw it when I was in college in Tohoku, and I used it, it's exactly the same. Judging from the structure of the frame, the order of strokes, and the characteristics of writing, the characters on this should have been written by a Japanese. In the past, I have seen a lot of Japanese characters written in the same way as these characters, but the kanji on this piece of paper is more messy......"

"Xiao Deng, can you be sure?" Yu Genshan asked suspiciously.

"Commander, I'm very sure I don't dare, so I'm eight or nine points sure."

"Hey, eight or nine points are about the same as ten, and eight or nine is not far from ten. Xiao Deng, you are really a treasure of our group, with great knowledge and high level. If only Francis were here, you two would be one and the other......"

"Political commissar, I can't compare to Company Commander Fang, he is both civil and military, and he also knows Chinese and Western medicine, he is a treasure."

Han Dagang looked at Deng Junsheng suspiciously, and asked implicitly:

"Officer Deng, I often see you running to the Sixth Company, why don't you go to other companies?"

Well? Why did Deputy Head Han suddenly ask about this? What did he suspect? What did he find? That's not good. Deng Junsheng didn't have time to think deeply and replied:

"Deputy Regiment Commander Han, I only go to the Sixth Company occasionally, not often. I want to train with the fighters to improve my combat skills as soon as possible, and sometimes I give them a cultural lesson. ”

"You can train and give lectures in other companies, why do you have to go to the sixth company?"

"The combat effectiveness of the Sixth Company is relatively strong......

"Isn't the combat effectiveness of the reinforced battalion strong? You should also give a cultural lesson to the soldiers of the reinforced battalion. ”

"Good, good. Deputy Regiment Commander Han, I promise you that I will often go to strengthen the battalion when I have time in the future. ”

"Officer Deng, is there something wrong with you going to the Sixth Company often?"

"Huh? Yes. Of course there's something, didn't I just say that? Training, lecturing. The regiment commander said that without affecting his own work, he should often go to the company. Right? Head? ”

"Huh? Oh, oh, I said, I said. Yu Genshan hurriedly replied perfunctorily. In fact, he has been pondering in his heart the true intention of Han Dagang's seemingly unintentional and casual questioning.

"Alright, alright. Deputy Head Han, don't ask him like this again. Xiao Deng, there's nothing for you to do here, you can get busy. ”

"Yes, Commissar. Farewell, Chiefs. Deng Junsheng returned the letter to the political commissar, stood up and saluted, and turned to leave.

The political commissar's face was gloomy, and he said solemnly:

"Comrades, I heard what Xiao Deng said just now, and it also confirmed the authenticity of this information. How did this information come about? Who wrote it? Let's stop pondering, whether they are Japanese or Chinese, they should be our comrades. What to do? Let's talk about it. ”

"What to do? Hum! Dispatch troops and beat him as a little devil. Huang Zhongde resolutely stated.

"Huh? Director Huang, isn't this the same as not saying? How to transfer troops? How do you send the generals? Han Dagang glanced at Huang Zhongde disdainfully and said.

The chief of staff looked at Han Dagang and sincerely asked:

"Deputy Head Han, what do you have in mind to tell you?"

"Yes. Regiment commander, political commissar, chief of staff, early tomorrow morning, I will drive a donkey cart in civilian clothes to the exchange site and the surrounding area of the land temple to survey the terrain. In the afternoon, I wrote out the battle plan and handed it to everyone to discuss. ”

Everyone else agreed. The political commissar told everyone to hurry up and prepare for battle after they returned. The meeting was then adjourned. Everyone packed up their notebooks and prepared to leave.

Yu Genshan casually glanced at Han Dagang, who was also looking at him.

Han Dagang immediately understood, pretended to be pitiful, and begged:

"Commander, give Gen'er a cigarette?"

"Why do you want cigarettes from me again?" Yu Genshan said loudly on purpose.

Both of them knew in their hearts that there must be something important and confidential to say separately.