The pioneer platoon did not show any surprise when it received the news of tonight's attack, and after the teenagers made dinner and ate it silently, they began to recuperate. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two hours passed quickly, as soon as the time came, the teenagers quickly stood in a row in the courtyard with their weapons, Ye Zhengjun walked out of the house and waved his hand towards the assembled vanguard platoon, and the teenagers turned right in unison and ran out of the station in an orderly manner towards the set goal.

When the pioneer platoon came out of the village, he met the night patrol sentries of the third battalion, and Ye Zhengjun casually found an excuse for surprise training to get through, after all, in the past three months, the sentries have also seen the pioneer platoon training at night from time to time, and they were directly released after hearing the words.

Out of the village, the pioneer platoon rushed all the way under the leadership of Ye Zhengjun and soon arrived at Yujia Town.

"All of them, sneak through Yujia Town in groups of two, those who fail to be captured go back to practice by themselves, and those who succeed gather two kilometers outside the east entrance of the town." In order to prevent the company commander from preventing this mission, Ye Zhengjun also issued an order for the results of the pioneer platoon in the examination school since March.

"Yes." The teenagers of the pioneer platoon answered in a low voice and immediately scattered in all directions and infiltrated Yujia Town.

Ye Zhengjun also moved three minutes after the teenagers set off, and cautiously sneaked into the town with his waist bent.

Yujia Town can be regarded as a large town, with a total of more than 100 households living in the town (most villages during World War II were dozens of people and about a dozen households). Ye Zhengjun cautiously shuttled on the main road, avoiding several patrol posts and then came to a tuft of tall grass at the east entrance of the village.

By the moonlight, Ye Zhengjun could clearly see the sentry standing on the earthen wall with a gun, and he knew that the Eighth Route Army would arrange light and dark double posts at such an intersection, and all he saw in his eyes was a bright sentry, and there was a dark sentry to be found.

Ye Zhengjun squatted in the grass, his eyes carefully searching for every suitable hiding place like a scanner.

After a careful search, Ye Zhengjun locked his eyes on the big tree behind the earthen wall and the grass next to it.

"Heh, I hope they don't blame me." Ye Zhengjun picked up two two-finger-sized stones on the ground, looked at the sentry who was observing from the left and right not far away, and muttered.

Whoosh, whoosh, Ye Zhengjun took advantage of the moment when the sentry shook his head, and the two stones flew to the sentry on the earthen wall with his shaking wrist, and since March, he has been studying hard to guide the technique, although the two stones are not as good as the hidden weapons in martial arts novels, but the strength that makes the other party fall off the earthen wall in pain is still there.

Burst! Burst! With two muffled sounds, the sentry on the earthen wall immediately fell off the wall, and the fall of the sentry naturally led to the hidden secret sentry, and after a while, the big tree behind the earthen wall sounded the sound of the sound of the stalk, and a warrior with a leaf on his head climbed down from it.

"What the hell, I'm still distracted at the sentry." After the dark sentry got down from the tree, he hurriedly went to help the Ming Sentry who fell to the ground, and when he saw his companion fall to the ground, he thought that there was an enemy watching it for a while before coming down.

"I don't know, I suddenly felt something hit my leg twice." Ming Sentry quickly stood up and patted the dust on his body.

"Be careful, be on the alert." Seeing that the other party had no problems, the dark whistle immediately looked for another hiding spot after still speaking.

Ye Zhengjun quickly left the entrance of the village while the two were talking, ended the infiltration mission and ran towards the assembly point.

After arriving at the assembly point, Ye Zhengjun couldn't help but shake his head lightly when he saw that there was no one here, and said in his heart, these boys are still far away!

The waiting time was the most grinding, especially when he was concerned about it, Ye Zhengjun sat cross-legged in the grass, looking out of the grass with anxious eyes.

No one has come over for so long, have they all been caught? Ye Zhengjun looked at the empty assembly point and felt a little irritable.

Niang Xipi, don't wait, Lao Tzu will go to this mission alone! After waiting for a while and still not seeing anyone coming, Ye Zhengjun walked out of the lurking grass and prepared to go on the road alone.

At this moment, a dense and rapid footsteps sounded from far and near, and Ye Zhengjun turned around and saw the teenagers running towards this side quickly.

Finally did not disappoint Lao Tzu, Ye Zhengjun looked at the teenagers who arrived at the assembly point and immediately waved his hand to regroup.

The vanguard platoon counted the number of people in the whole formation, and none of the 7 people in the platoon were captured, Ye Zhengjun nodded, stretched out his hand and pointed to Xicun to signal to continue moving forward.

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Xicun, a village with 20 households located west of Zhengtai Road, a fifty-year-old landlord named Huan Guiquan Lao Cai served as the chairman of the maintenance committee, since the devil came to Xicun, the old traitor not only gave up the ancestral house for the devil officer to live in, but also served every day with big fish and meat.

This is not counting Huan, the magnates also called the most senior in the village, who was Xiucai at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, and is now 76 years old, to accompany him, in order to show Sino-Japanese friendship.

"Taijun, try this fine Shanxi Fenjiu." In the ancestral mansion, Huan Powerful, who wore a fox fur felt hat, grinned and poured wine for a devil lieutenant.

"You drop, good, big drop!" The devil second lieutenant took a sip of wine, spoke broken Chinese, and gave a thumbs up to the powerful man.

"Taijun, the contemptible people are willing to do their part for Sino-Japanese friendship." Huan Quan was bent down, and his round face was full of flattery.

"Hahaha, Huansang, after the reunification of China, the imperial army will not forget the heroes who have contributed to the Greater East Asia Co-prosperity Sphere." The devil lieutenant said with a laugh.

"Hahaha, the contemptible must follow in the footsteps of the imperial army." Huan Powerful immediately laughed.

Just when the two of them were laughing, smack~! A strong slapping sound sounded, interrupting the laughter of the devil lieutenant and the powerful man, and several other devil officers in the room looked at the person who slapped the table with unkind eyes.

"Huan Qiang, you are still not Chinese!" Wearing a gray linen robe, white temples, and a cane, the old man stood up and pointed at the old traitor and scolded.

"Old man Rui, what country is Lao Tzu from and what do you have to do with it, don't forget your precious grandson, quickly toast Taijun." Huan Powerful raised his eyebrows and said coldly to the old man.

"You, you!" When Old Man Rui spoke, the two long whiskers at the corners of his mouth swayed up and down, and his chest continued to rise and fall.

"Don't toast yet!" Huan Quangui looked playful, he knew that as long as he dragged Rui Jingyuan, who had just turned 10 years old under the other party's knees, the old man Rui could only give in.

As expected by the magnates of Huan, after some struggle, Old Man Rui finally raised the wine bowl and saluted the second lieutenant of the devil.

"Ruisang, there is an ancient saying in your country that a good bird chooses a tree to perch on, and a person who knows the times is a handsome man." The devil lieutenant smug drank the wine in the bowl with a proud face, wiped off the remaining wine stains from the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile.

The second lieutenant smiled, and the other devil officers in the room immediately laughed, and Huan Quangui saw that the other party's wine bowl was empty, and hurriedly poured wine, patting the sycophants in his mouth, "I didn't expect Taijun to understand Chinese culture so well." ”

"Hehe, this is nature, Mr. Yatsen used to be a friend of the Great Japanese Empire." The devil lieutenant said.

"That's what I'm saying, we're all friends, Sino-Japanese friendship, Sino-Japanese friendship, don't just drink, eat, eat." Huan and the magnates did their best to flatteringly greet the Japanese officers to eat.

Old man Rui looked at a room of Japanese officers talking and laughing at the large pieces of wine and meat on the table of the eight immortals in the hall, and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of humiliation in his heart, he really wanted to fight his old life and take this opportunity to kill the devil officer, even if he couldn't kill it and bite it hard, but when he thought of his grandson, who had just turned 10 years old, the old man couldn't help but dispel such an idea in his heart.

The old man looked coldly at the Japanese officers who were eating and drinking, and hoped that the banquet would end early.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the Japanese lieutenant who was flushed with red face because of the stimulation of alcohol hiccuped a wine hiccup, half-squinted his eyes and said to Huan Quan, "Huan Sang, who is the flower girl in blue in the courtyard yesterday?" ”

Huan was stunned when he heard this, and thought that the only person in his yard who liked to wear blue clothes was his daughter-in-law Yulan, and he looked at the devil lieutenant's face with a squinting face, and immediately understood what the other party wanted to do.

Mahler is a handle, reluctant to let the child can't trap the wolf, anyway, the early daughter-in-law who died of his son is raised in vain, it is better to give it to Taijun, and if the other party is happy, he will give himself more benefits.

"Taijun, it's cold in our place, I'll ask that girl from Yulan to go to your room to add some firewood to the kang in a while." Having made up his mind, Huan said to the second lieutenant of the devil with a flattering face.

"Well, Huansang, you drop, the future is great." The devil lieutenant touched his chin and smiled very obscenely.

"Of course, of course, we're friends." Huan Quangui smiled.

Brutes! Old Man Rui listened to the conversation between Huan and the devil lieutenant, and wanted to scold, but when he thought that his grandson still needed to be fed, he could only grit his teeth and scold in his heart.

Just when the devil reached an agreement with the magnates in Huan, Ye Zhengjun and the teenagers of the pioneer platoon finally arrived at the periphery of Xi Village.