Chapter 391: Parting Words Confrontation between friend and foe

The rain is still falling, but the rain is a little lighter for the time being. Lin'an County, Western Hebei Region. North Road on the north side of the West City Gate. Fangjia stove shop. Inside the backyard house.

Just as Huang Zhongde and the five soldiers were about to make a move, the door was pushed open from the outside. The owner of the stove shop walked in with a round tea tray with a teapot in both hands, and the young man with an umbrella to protect himself from the rain followed the owner into the house with a pot of boiling water.

The shopkeeper placed the tea tray on the square table, picked up the teapot and poured tea into the empty cups on the square table. With a smile on his face, he said humbly: "Boss, I have made you a new pot of tea, the best jasmine tea, fragrant, you can taste it." Boss, these boys can't turn the corner for a while, you are in a hurry, and you are angry with them. Why don't you mind, let me help the boss persuade them? Maybe it can be used for a while. ”

"Just you? Will it work? Wan Fulai squinted at the shopkeeper. It's okay, you go and help me persuade these elm bumps that don't open their minds. Go ahead. Hey, let's all come over for a cup of tea. Wan Fulai beckoned to the six detectives.

The six detectives walked to the square table with a shell gun in their right hand, and drank tea with a cup in their left hand, but their eyes were fixed on Huang Zhongde and the five soldiers' every move.

The shopkeeper walked up to Huang Zhongde with a round tea tray, put the tea tray on his chest and persuaded earnestly: "Big brother, listen to my advice, you can say whatever the boss asks, the most important thing is to save your own life first." The boss promised you how good the conditions were, and I was tempted to hear it. Say it all. ”

Huang Zhongde glared at the shopkeeper in disgust, and was about to refute the shopkeeper's surrender remarks, but suddenly found that the shopkeeper had a palm-sized piece of paper on the bottom of his tea tray in his hand. Huang Zhongde raised his hand and scratched his hair to hide his closer look. There were two lines written on the piece of paper: Don't do it, I'll try to get you out of the city tomorrow morning.

"Big brother, don't be hard for yourself and yourself anymore. You see you're all young, how nice it is. This opportunity to get promoted to a wealthy position and to be prosperous and wealthy is rare and difficult to find. ”

"Okay, okay, don't be verbose. I'm tired, I'm going to rest. If there is anything we have to think about and sum up, let's talk about it tomorrow morning. Huang Zhongde seemed perfunctory, but he was actually telling the shopkeeper to agree with his plan.

"Well, that's good, that's right. People must know how to change with the times, from things to things, and to the situation. How do you say that? Know what Junjeha is. Big brother, you can rest steadily. ”

"Long-winded. Are you finished? What to do, what to do. Huang Zhongde grabbed the white road.

"Don't say it, I'll go." The shopkeeper turned the tea tray over, put the bottom of the plate sticking to the paper on his stomach, turned around, winked at Wan Fulai and said, "Boss, if you need anything, just say something, and I will be on call to wait for you." ”

Wan Fulai knew in his heart that the shopkeeper had finished delivering the message to Huang Zhongde, and deliberately shook his head at the door with a straight face. The shopkeeper smiled and nodded and walked away.

"Well, that's right. People, you have to think about yourself first, and you should do what you should do if you are good. Okay, I'll wait for you to tell me everything you need to know before you have lunch tomorrow, and I'll ask Commander Eiichi Nakagawa for a reward for your merit and promotion. From now on, we will be accomplices. Ay? Wrong. In your words, we will be comrades from now on. Wan Fulai made a wish and said flatteringly.

"Hmph. You are not worthy of being gay, and you people will never be gay with us. Huang Zhongde looked at Wan Fulai's unceremonious denial with a contemptuous face.

"Not necessarily, it's not necessarily the case. My Director Huang. ”

"Certainly, to be sure, you and we will never become comrades."

"Alright, alright. Director Huang Zhongde, Director Huang, what is the use of you and me biting and chewing words here? Well, if you don't say what I want to know before lunch tomorrow, I'll shoot you. Huang Zhongde, before you die, I will teach you another lesson, which can be regarded as a parting message, especially you fool and stupid big waste. Listen to it all for me, listen clearly, listen carefully. If you want to infiltrate the core area of the enemy-occupied area and pretend to be reconnaissance, you have to pretend to be what you are like and what you have to learn. Just you idiots, from the clothes and hats, the upper and lower body shapes, the expressions and eyes, the walking posture, the size of the stride, to the vegetable burden on your shoulders, you don't look like vegetable farmers at all. What's even more ridiculous is that you have walked all the way shouting and selling vegetables quietly, and your heads are looking around like rattles, and your eyes are undisguisedly touching. Is this selling vegetables? Is there such a vegetable seller? Well? This is obviously observing the surrounding situation and looking for suspicious and your established reconnaissance targets, and also looking back and forth, left and right, to see if there are any stalkers, followers? The funny thing is that you don't even know the most basic methods and skills of measuring and throwing pins. Alas, it's so clumsy, how can you go into the city to reconnoitre? Therefore, as soon as you entered the Guanxiang neighborhood, my brothers and I recognized you at a glance, and there was no doubt that you were the Eighth Route Army of the Communist Party. I sent two plainclothes brothers to follow you one after the other, not far away, and followed you all the way into the West City Gate, hey? None of the seven of you noticed. Huang Zhongde, I want to focus on you. You look at your own hands, especially the right hand. On the left side of the middle finger nail there is a noticeably concave indentation and a layer of calluses, which are the marks left by your long-term pen writing. And even more obviously, you don't have thick, hard calluses on the palms of your hands, socks on your feet, and dust on the uppers of your shoes, but there are no water stains and sludge. Is this a vegetable grower and a vegetable seller? Huang Zhongde, do you believe it yourself? What almost made me laugh out of my big teeth was that the first thing I did after entering the city was that you actually bought a newspaper to read. It's like you shouting to everyone on the street, I'm a scout of the Eighth Route Army, and I'm going into the city to reconnoiter the Japanese puppet army. Let me put it this way, every move of the six men and one woman on the road from entering the Guanxiang to the West City Gate for five or six hundred meters completely and completely exposed your identity as the Eighth Route Army, and the words I am the Eighth Route Army are almost written on the door of your head. Ay? I don't understand, since you want to pretend to be vegetable farmers and go to the city to reconnoitre, why don't you learn and ask the vegetable farmers in Shuihe Village in advance? You are too light on the enemy, too hasty, and you have underestimated our anti-reconnaissance and anti-infiltration capabilities. Alas, it's boring to think about. This contest between us is not at the same level at all, why do I feel a little bit like a big bully, a big bully, and a victory is not a force? Huang Zhongde, you really should take me as a teacher and learn from me how to become a qualified and excellent scout? But maybe, I'm afraid you'll never have the chance to do that again. Huang Zhongde, respected Director Huang, I said so much with a dry mouth, you tell me something from the heart, you, and you boys, are you not convinced? Wan Fulai ended his long-winded, redundant preaching.

"Humph! Boy, you should go to the teahouse to make up stories and tell stories, that is much better than you being a traitor and a traitor and a slave. Huang Zhongde ridiculed and sarcastically ridiculed.

Although Huang Zhongde said so, he and the five soldiers had to admire Wanfu in their hearts that everything was right, it was very reasonable, and they were even more remorseful. At the same time, I also learned some basic knowledge and methods of infiltrating the nest of the enemy-occupied area and pretending to be reconnaissance, but unfortunately I will not have the opportunity to fight the enemy again in the future. The sacrifice was not terrible, but the most painful thing was that he failed to complete the important tasks assigned by the party and the chief, and failed to live up to the expectations of the comrades-in-arms of the whole regiment.

With a "pop-" sound, Wan Fulai slapped the table heavily and stood up, stared at Huang Zhongde with horizontal eyebrows, pulled out the shell gun with his right hand and raised it to Huang Zhongde's forehead.

"Shoot!" Huang Zhongde also stood up fearlessly, he glared at Wan Fulai and teased: "Hmph! Boy, if you don't dare to shoot, you are Qin Hui'er's grandson! ”

"Hey?! Huang Zhongde, you are dying now, and you still dare to play tricks with me? Lao Tzu fulfills you! With his right thumb, Wan Fulai pressed the head of the barge gun.

The six detectives also opened the head of the shell gun and pointed their guns at the five fighters. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense and critical.