Guojiabaozi! Guojiabaozi! Yang Bangzi didn't want to go a second time at all! Last time, I touched a gray nose, and I was scolded by the political commissar for being a bloody dog, and I was embarrassed!

Squatting on the ground, picking up a straw stick, and scratching around on the surface of the soil without making a sound. Zhao Scar, you look at me, I look at yours, and they stared at Yang Bangzi together.

Left stroke, right stroke, the two of them realized that Yang stick with a straw stick is drawing a topographic map!

After crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, you can't go to the west, and that side is the direction in which the villagers of the fifth watch day are transferred, and you can't lead the devil there. It's even worse to the north, where repair shops, smelters, and international medical rescue teams are all in that direction. Needless to say, in the south, thousands of devils are waiting to annihilate Yang Bangzi, the main force of the eight roads.

It seems that there is only this road left in the east, leading the devils to the central area where the walls have been cleared, and taking advantage of the fact that the devils have not yet formed an encirclement, take a hole and drill into the mountains to the north, and the task will be completed cleanly! Right! That's it! Yang Bangzi was happy, and suddenly stood up, startling the two people who were waiting for him to speak.

Pulling Xiao Horn and Zhao Scar aside, Yang Bangzi explained his thoughts to the two of them. Holding out until after dark, the guard company withdrew from its position and made a rapid march northward, returning to the jurisdiction of the Logistics Department. Yang Bangzi led the team and the county brigade to lead the devil to the direction of Xiwangzhuang.

As for these two female comrades, Yang Bangzi doesn't mean the establishment of my squad, let's stay with the powerful female political commissar of the county brigade, anyway, after leading the devil in Xiwangzhuang's generation to go around in circles, after going north into the mountains, he is going to pass by Guojiabaozi.

The two of them didn't disagree, they were worried that Yang Bangzi would not have enough people at hand, but Yang Bangzi still thought that there were too many people, especially three difficult women, who couldn't be beaten and scolded!

Just as he was about to split up, he heard the soldiers below the yard shouting: "Donkey! Donkey! Yang sticks out his head and looks, haha, the donkey that jumped into the river just now was not killed by the plane's machine gun, but was injured and floated to the shore, so that the aquatic weeds entangled in the hooves and the cage could not move.

As soon as the donkey came ashore, he lay on the ground and said that he would not move anything, and the little horn rushed over to take a look, saying that the donkey had been shot in the stomach, and the donkey was choked enough.

shouted the village cadres who stayed in the village, and asked, saying that the donkey did not follow the style, the donkey was requisitioned by bandaging, and the Eighth Route Army itself did not raise donkeys, and it had to be returned to the people after the requisition, but this donkey that was about to breathe, what to do?

"What to do? What else can I do! Local comrades! How about finding me two cauldrons! Little Trumpet! Go to the north of the village and call the militia of a few county brigades, and go with firewood! Zhao Scar, come over and help Lao Tzu! ”

Yang took off his military uniform, was bare-chested, took the bayonet handed over by the soldier, grabbed the donkey's ears, pressed the donkey's neck with his knees, went down with a bayonet, stabbed it in the heart, and struggled a few times for the donkey who was honorably wounded to fight the devil, and then did not move.

The bayonet in his hand first cut open the stomach, took out the heart, liver, lungs, intestines and stomach, and handed them to the soldiers who helped to take them to the river to wash them, and then "Wow!" Wow! He used his bayonet to stretch between the flesh and skin, and without a bag of cigarettes, he divided the whole skin of the donkey with four small white hooves.

Put the donkey skin on the stone mill to dry, and when he passed by the two female comrades with a bloody hula on his face, he could obviously see the horror in the eyes of others, and a little bit of contempt, Yang Stick didn't care about this, Lao Tzu ate meat more than anything else!

The village cadres were really interesting, and dug out the cauldron buried in the ground again, and the recruits of the county brigade heard that there was meat to eat, and they were active in holding firewood, and even the green bush branches were pouted back!

After a while, the news of eating donkey meat spread throughout the battlefield from the yard, from Dongshan Liang to Muqiaotou, even the Taoist temple heard that there was donkey meat to eat!

A few stones were moved to the stove, a large pot was propped up, water was added, the fire sickle hit the straw pulp, a few handfuls of firewood were filled into it, and the flames burned brightly. The guards and the cooks of the county brigade came to help, wash the meat, watch the fire, it was very lively!

The little horn is a little worried, reminding Yang Bangzi that he is not afraid of devil planes and cold cannons with such a big fanfare!

Yang Bangzi pouted, don't look at the devil fiercely, in fact, he also lives with his fingers, you can come when his plane turns into a ravine, how many donkeys can a bomb buy! Besides, Lao Tzu has already calculated, until it gets dark, the devil will not make any more big moves!

Yang Bangzi first chopped the bone rack and threw it into the pot, and after a while, the oil splashed up, and then put the meat pieces into the pot. Looking at the bubbling bubbles, this guy is bad enough, and specially let the two soldiers fan the hot air coming out of the pot, and after a while, the aroma of stewed meat wafted out a few miles along the river beach!

The soldiers of the Eighth Road and the county land are screaming happily! Many people haven't eaten anything for a day, and as soon as the fragrance wafts up, they all have round eyes with a halo, and they are in good spirits! Keep your eyes on the front, waiting for the meat!

The devil also smelled it, not to mention the spirit, he ate two cold rice balls with dried radish and pickles a day, and when he smelled the fragrance of the stew, he couldn't walk anymore, and Major General Suzuki hated this in his heart! The heart says that the eight roads are too hateful! I dare to eat stewed meat in front of the Japanese Imperial Army! Eight grid tooth road!

When I got out of the tent, my subordinates all stretched their necks with a dishful face, fanned their noses and snorted! It's been a few days since the ravine, and the individual rations have already been consumed, but in this poor ravine, the people hide everything tightly, not to mention meat! You can't even see a handful of chaff!

The bastards of the Air Force said that they would airdrop supplies in the morning, and now the sun is almost west, and there is no shadow!

Suzuki's own stomach is also growling! The rationed point will be accompanied by lunch, because his nephew died, Suzuki was sad and didn't eat it, now it's okay, smelling this fragrant meat, his legs are shaking!

ordered the artillery to bombard his Tubalu meat pot, and Shimizu Daizo next to him reminded him in a low voice that the shells were gone! Suzuki was so angry that he rushed to the radio station and scolded the walkie-talkie for a long time, and he was even more hungry and dizzy after scolding!

The village here is full of aroma, the voices of people are boiling, and those who are not on duty are all gathered in groups on the yard, holding broken bowls and broken jars, picking up two thin firewood sticks as chopsticks, and their eyes are aimed at the soup pot, just waiting for Yang Stick to speak.

Yang Bangzi walked to the soup pot with a bayonet, tied a piece with the tip of the knife, looked at it, smelled it, and there was a sound of swallowing saliva and smacking mouth in the courtyard!

After shouting Zhao Scar, and whispering a few words, Zhao Scarry took off his military hat and walked to the crowd with a smile. Yang Bangzi spoke!

"Listen to Lao Tzu! The donkey is the donkey of the fellow! Sacrificed to fight devils against Japan! We ate it today! It's also to fight devils! ”

"Oh! Captain Yang said it well! When to eat! There was another sound of haode in the courtyard, and many people were anxiously asking about the time to eat.

"Lao Tzu is not a rich man, he has no money to buy a donkey to charge his head! Fellow donkey! Sacrificed for the anti-Japanese resistance! Comrades! Say! What to do! ”

"Eat! Eat! Eat meat and drink soup! A cheer resounded throughout the mountain village!

"Nonsense! It's all stewed! If you don't eat it, you will leave it to the little devil! Lao Tzu is talking about the donkey of the countryman! What should I do after eating! ”

"Give money! Give money! The soldiers shouted in unison, this is true, the Eighth Route Army is really starving to death and not grabbing food, freezing to death and not demolishing houses, and the people's things are to be bought and sold according to the price.

"Okay! Enough brothers! I'm a poor egg! Just two cents of gold! I've got it all! The rest of the one counts as one! Eat a piece of meat and drink a bowl of soup! Dig out a dime a dime and no! ”

"Medium!" "No!" This will not be so uniform, the guards are all regular soldiers, there is a vegetable subsidy every month, not a dime, the county brigade is under the local management, and there are people who take care of the food wherever they go, and there is no vegetable subsidy.

"I'm the fucking elm head! You're even more fucking dirty heads! If you don't have money, it's money! After speaking, Yang Bangzi took out his dirty military hat, took out a two-edged area ticket wrapped in a piece of cloth from his jacket pocket, put it in his hat, and told Xiao Horn to take the hat to collect money, Zhao Scar's meat and soup, hand over the money, and take the bowl with the other.

The little donkey in the mountainous area, said that it is not big, it is not small, it depends on how it is divided, and it is necessary to let the cheeks and raisers be vigorously made, which is not enough for a class to eat, but even the bones and meat are knocked and broken, boiled in two large pots, and hundreds of people can eat meat and drink soup! Except for the hungry eyes of the 20 or so detectives, more than 200 people have eaten!

This Yang stick is really bad! Tell the soldiers on the Dongshan beam that after eating, they smack their mouths loudly and shout vigorously: "The meat is so delicious!" ”

Suzuki listened to the report of his translator, his angry head was about to smoke, and told Shimizu Daisa in a trembling voice to send a telegram directly to Okamura Ningji, and if the plane did not come again, the whole detachment would retreat 50 miles!

The transport plane that the devils were looking forward to really came, dozens of umbrella flowers were dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun, and bursts of cheers also sounded on the devils' position, and hundreds of devils jumped happily to chase the parachute.

After a while, the cheers turned into scolding one after another! There are a lot of things airdropped, in addition to ammunition, there are also bridge-building equipment, medicines, field tents, kerosene or something, quite completely, and a large box full of straw paper, it is estimated that the army aviation base thinks that the Suzuki detachment has been deep in the mountains for several days, and there must be a shortage of butt wiping paper, how thoughtful it is! But it's missing a lot of food!

Can the devils not scold their mothers! It's useless to scold while jumping on your feet, the other people's transport planes shook their wings and left! Suzuki grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared for a long time, and the reply was that the plane loaded with grain, canned food and other food supplies had a problem on the way, and it would return to the flight, and it would not be airdropped again until noon tomorrow.

It's useless to be angry like thunder, the sky will be dark soon, and the arrogant guys of Lu Hang will not touch the night when they say anything. Originally, after wanting to eat a full meal, Jihua, who launched an attack at night, seemed to be about to lose the soup. Suzuki sat sulked in the tent depressed.

After all, Shimizu Daizo is younger and more vigorous, and the transport plane has finally replenished the most urgently needed ammunition, which can be regarded as tolerable. The three major ministries of the War Department, the Air Force Department, and the Navy Department have always been at each other's throats, and the farce of the Air Force and Navy vying for air forces has not been played out for many years, and it has affected the Army from time to time.

Transferred from the Kwantung Army to the 1st Mixed Brigade, Shimizu Daisa has always been doing staff work, directly reporting some information related to the Communist Army and the National Army to the General Staff Headquarters, and leading troops to fight in a real sense has never been practiced. In his personal opinion, he thought in his heart that Major General Suzuki was more cautious and less courageous.

Therefore, after thinking about it again and again, Shimizu Daisa made a suggestion to Major General Suzuki, since the bridge building equipment was airdropped, it was possible to arrange for sappers to build the bridge, send soldiers to the other side of the river, and detour to the eight-way position from the flank and rear. In addition, organize strong-willed soldiers, and when the sky is completely dark, launch a multi-pronged attack, and Shimizu Daisa wants to personally lead the team to carry out a night attack.

Major General Suzuki looked at the dim kerosene light on the table with a cold expression and did not speak. Suzuki has always been wary of Shimizu Daisa, after all, those sent down from the General Staff Headquarters more or less have the intention of supervising field commanders, and those staff officers who only know how to measure on the map cannot understand the distress of these commanders who are deeply trapped in the Chinese theater.

But as a standard Japanese soldier, Suzuki still has a hard thing in his heart, that is, the spirit of bushido, which makes him still admire Shimizu Daisa's determination. After thinking about it for a long time, he told Shimizu that in the name of the Suzuki detachment, the night attack Jihua would be reported to the headquarters, and he himself would sit in the detachment headquarters and coordinate all Liliang to support Shimizu's surprise attack.