Ten minutes felt like an hour longer than usual. I don't know if it's because the fuel is not enough or if the target is really not found, the devil plane finally flew away after ten minutes, and Hu Fei let out a sigh of relief.

After another half an hour, the Japanese plane never returned, and Hu Fei took his troops to embark on the journey again. Wanghaishan can't stay, where should I go next? Is it to find another mountain to continue to occupy the mountain, or to find an opportunity to sneak attack the devil and make some noise? Hu Fei calculated the gains and losses in his heart, and silently assessed the feasibility of several plans.

The cavalry regiment reported that there were eight trenches in front. Badao Trench is a big town shop, and it was called Zhen'an Fort in the Ming Dynasty. It is said that there is still a beacon tower built hundreds of years ago in the fort, once there is a foreign invasion, the torch is lit at night and the wolf smoke is lit during the day, and it can be seen dozens of miles away.

Hu Fei had heard of it, but he had never been to Badaomoat. Normally, now that you've passed here today, wouldn't it make sense to take a look at the beacon tower that was built hundreds of years ago? Look at it.

The situation of the eight trenches is unknown, and the large army will definitely not be able to drive directly into it. Hu Fei set up his troops three miles away, and he himself rode into the Badao trench with a group of elite guards and several high-ranking generals.

The countrymen had never seen the world, and when they saw a large group of people rushing into the town with angry horses and knives and guns, they were so frightened that they hid on the side of the road. It was still a bustling street just now, and in the blink of an eye, the middle of the street was empty!

It is said that no one on the street is convenient for riding a horse, but Hu Fei always feels awkward. Seeing the people crowded on both sides of the street, looking at him with fear and curiosity, he no longer had the heart to sit on his horse. I couldn't say that I could turn over and jump off the horse, and hugged my fist at the crowd on the side of the road: "Ladies and gentlemen, the big guy is very good." ”

When no one answered him, Hu Fei didn't feel embarrassed, coughed and spoke to the people: "Folks, we are the first army of anti-Japanese volunteers. Passing by you today, I don't mean anything else, I just heard that we have a beacon tower of the Ming Dynasty here, and I was very interested, so I came to have a look. ”

I'm here to browse the monuments! The people of the town breathed a sigh of relief, but they still did not let their guard down.

"Folks, who can tell me where is the beacon tower here?"

"I know!" Just when Hu Fei thought that he still had to continue to live in vain, one walked out of the crowd. He is about forty years old, with a small black beard, a long robe, a horse coat, and a six-petal melon skin hat on his head. This person didn't just point out the direction on the spot, but walked up to Hu Feima in a crowd and arched his hand, "This sir, may I ask what kind of troops you are?" ”

What kind of troops? This question is a bit strange, but Hu Fei knows exactly what he meant, "We are the national army, and we are the national army under the jurisdiction of the Military Commission. ”

"Are you really a national army? Is it the regular army of our country? The man repeated incredulously.

"Is this still fake?" Hu Fei frowned, and a faint thought came to his heart, "This is my military ID, like a fake national army." As he spoke, Hu Fei took out a small red book from his arms, which was the military ID card issued to him by the National Government.

After stretching his neck and staring at him carefully, this melon-skin-hat fellow nodded again and again, "It's really the national army, it's really the national army." Then his eyes began to redden, "Since you are really the commander of the national army, you have come to the right place!" Folks! Did you all see it? These commanders are all national soldiers, and they are real national soldiers! ”

The people of the town seemed to come alive all of a sudden, and all kinds of laughter and shouts appeared at the same time. Many curious people walked up to Hu Fei and them, looking curiously at these tall and long-legged war horses. Others pointed at the swords and guns worn by the generals, and their faces were full of envy.

"Sir, if you don't dislike it, please go to the humble house for a few drinks. When I'm done eating, I'll take you to visit the beacon tower! The melon skin hat took the initiative to invite dinner, and also recommended himself to be a guide.

Although this person's behavior was definitely suspicious, Hu Fei didn't care at all. There are people around him who have guns, and they belong to the ranks of masters, so it is so easy for ordinary people to plot against him? Besides, looking at the appearance of this melon skin hat, it doesn't look like a big traitor, and it is estimated that he may not have any bad intentions. Of course, the question should still be asked, "Who is Mr. ”

"Oh, down there is Yu Shouren, the chief of the Eight Trenches. Don't get me wrong, sir, my chief was not appointed by the Japanese, he was appointed when the marshal was in power. Yu Baochang proudly introduced himself to Hu Fei.

It turned out to be the local security chief, and the relationship was good. Since there is such a semi-official local leader who takes the initiative to lean over, Hu Fei certainly welcomes it. Annoying hospitality? That's better, just didn't eat, and filled your stomach while inquiring about information, so you don't delay.

The chief prepared sauerkraut stew, stewed pheasant with mountain mushrooms, and some local specialties, set up a full table, and served a jar of locally brewed daughter red, and the wine and dishes were all ready. A group of people sat around the table, Hu Fei picked up the wine glass and touched the audience, and the banquet officially began.

A table of delicious food, let's do it! Yu Shouren introduced the special taste of each dish on the side, and Hu Fei picked up the chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth. There is only one word in my head: incense! Letting Bao Chang Yu talk wittily beside him, Hu Fei only cared about eating happily.

After a meal, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, and after the meal, fragrant tea and fruits were served, and Yu Shouren began to introduce the local cultural terrain under Hu Fei's inquiry. It didn't go through the systematic organization, anyway, I thought of where to go, one by one, and slowly poured it out.

After 918, Badao Trench also experienced the turmoil of war. First, the Japanese came, killed a few people, robbed a batch of grain and left. Immediately after that, the volunteers came, and they fought with the Japanese many times in a row, and I don't know how many people died. More than 60 percent of the families in the Eight Trenches have men who join the volunteers. In the end, the volunteers were defeated and left, and the Japanese came to harm them and left.

Later, the Anti-Japanese Federation also came, and there were many big and small battles, and the people of Badaohao had enough of suffering and hated the Japanese. On two occasions, the devils once occupied the eight trenches, but the local people would rather go into the mountains to flee than stay in their hometowns to be obedient to the devils.

The devils occupy a wasteland where no one is around, and they can't stay either. Within five days, the devil withdrew. Later, the Anti-Union did not come, and Badaohao once again became a remote village without an owner. The devils come every now and then to grab some food. The villagers knew that they had already carried all the food on their backs to the mountain, and what they didn't know was to let the devil take it away.