…… Just when the old devil Okabe was tossed and had nothing to do.

Commander Wang has already interrogated a lot of useful information through Zhongshan and his party of the Japanese puppet army.

There are also unexpected surprises.

Zhongshan was in contact with the prisoner of war camp, and he said that he was willing to call the troops holding the prisoner of war camp and ask them to cooperate with the handover and not to massacre the prisoners of war before surrendering.

But the Eighth Route Army could not settle accounts after the autumn and sentenced them to death.

Of course, the spy chiefs Nakamura and Sasaki are not in the scope, and they are not his people anyway, and the Eighth Route Army will do it themselves.

Commander Wang did not hesitate, agreed to Zhongshan's conditions, and then arranged for someone to deal with the matter of handing over the prisoner of war camp.

After the troops cleared Cangzhou City, Regiment Commander Wang led the guard platoon into the headquarters of the Devil's Garrison to see what good things there were.

Head Wang learned a little Japanese, but he still couldn't read so many documents, and then he sat on Nakamura's desk to check the captured command knife, and then learned the devil and said: "Yaga! ”

Suddenly, the red phone on the desk rang, and Head Wang was obviously stunned for a moment, eighty percent of the people who called on the phone were also little devils, after thinking about it, he immediately picked up the phone, but he didn't have time to speak!

The other end of the change scolded with a head and face: "Nakamura-kun, what's going on in Cangzhou? How's the war going? ”

It seemed to be an old devil's voice, and the head of the group didn't guess the identity of the other party, and he didn't understand much Japanese, so he called the translator over and helped translate it from the phone.

But on the other end of the phone, no one responded for a long time, and immediately asked in Japanese: "Yaga, Nakamura, why don't you speak?" ”

"I'm eight fucking big!" The head of the other Japanese king didn't understand, but the little devil dared to shout at himself and scold himself, he understood, and even if he went back.

But on the other hand, who can be General Okabe Naosaburo, who is not the commander-in-chief of the Japanese North China Front?

Faced with the sudden Chinese words, the old devil Okabe was obviously stunned.

The big head may not contain wisdom, and he has not been able to come back to his senses for a while.

It just so happened that at this time, the translator rushed over, took the phone from Commander Wang, exchanged a few words with Oka on the other end in Japanese, immediately turned his head, and reported to Commander Wang with a strange face: "Regiment Commander, it seems to be the commander of the North China side of the devil, Okami!" ”

"Naosaburo Okabe?" When Head Wang heard this, he immediately came to his senses.

The translator nodded, "Looks like it's him!" ”

"What did this old devil say?"

He asked what Nakamura was doing. Also asked what is the situation in Cangzhou? In addition, I also asked about a person who seemed to speak Chinese before...... Bastard, who the hell is it. ”

Head Wang immediately scolded with a black face: "Damn, dare to scold Lao Tzu? Tell me about this old devil in Okabe, Lao Tzu is Wang Wenshan, the head of the 769 regiment. ”

The translator immediately conveyed the message in Japanese.

On the other end of the phone, the old devil Okabe was still a little confused.

769 regiment? Haven't you heard that you have a 769 regiment number in North China?

Could it be that the North China Security Army has been expanded?

This is the possibility that Gombo first thought of, those imperial troops are all very happy, they like to decorate the noodles, and the various establishments are simply too many to count, one commander today, one commander tomorrow, what kind of regiment commanders of all kinds of numbers, it is estimated that there are many of them.

"Tell this old devil that I'm going to say a few words to him!"

Okabe was still wondering, and Head Wang said to the translators.

As he spoke, Head Wang leaned over to the microphone, and the translator acted as an interpreter on the side.

Head Wang's words were obviously ridiculous: "Mr. Okabe, I have admired the name for a long time!" It's really an unexpected surprise to be able to talk to you here, to be honest, your head is now very valuable in our place, our old king has been suffering for most of his life, and now he can only rely on your head to make a fortune.

I will soon see you in Peking, and I hope your brother will be more decent by then! ”

The translator immediately stood near the microphone and translated the words of Head Wang in Japanese.

Okabe was still wondering whether the 769 Regiment was the number of the North China Security Army, and suddenly he was sneered and scolded by this small regiment commander on the phone.

He was suddenly a little angry.

How dare a small vigilante commander be so presumptuous to himself?

immediately scolded in the microphone.

Although Captain Wang couldn't understand Japanese, he knew that this little devil was scolding himself.

He never suffers a loss, even if he scolds back on the phone, it is really interesting to say, two generals of different nationalities, scolding each other in their native language over the phone, I don't know how much they can understand each other.

Until the translator translated the words of Regiment Commander Wang into the past...... "Lao Tzu is Wang Wenshan of the 769th Regiment of the 385th Brigade, and he is also nicknamed Wang Madman, which is not a bullshit North China Public Security Army."

Okabe old boy, you give me peace in Beiping, Lao Tzu will immediately send you and Zhongshan to eat in a prison cell, there is an old Chinese saying that those who know the times are Junjie, I think Mr. Okabe should surrender as soon as possible, this is your way out.

Maybe when you are tried in public, you can still end up with a lenient sentence! ”

Okabe came to his senses.

In fact, it's not that he is stupid, it's just that Cangzhou is such a stable place, how can there be eight calls to the garrison headquarters?

How did the damn Eighth Road get to the Cangzhou Garrison Headquarters?

Could it be that Cangzhou is lost?

Ignoring the swear words coming from the other end of the phone, Okabe immediately hung up the phone and summoned the intelligence department overnight to find out whether the Eighth Route Army was really in Cangzhou, or whether the telephone line was cut off and connected to the phone of the Eighth Route Army's sabotage detachment.

At the same time, he was thinking about this madman, as if he had a little impression.

Finally, look at the information table of the number of the Eighth Route Army - he is really the commander of the elite field unit of the Eighth Route Army, and Cangzhou City may be more auspicious.

Okabe suddenly gritted his teeth in anger.

Bagaya Road, how did Cangzhou lose such a big one?

……

But it was said that Cangzhou was in the city.

Cangzhou City changed overnight, and the people who were hiding from the war in the morning went out one after another, and when they saw that it was the Eighth Route Army, they immediately boiled, and they rushed to tell each other that the Eighth Route Army was coming.

The political work cadres of the Eighth Route Army immediately notified the convening of a public trial meeting, and then organized the masses to carry materials for a fee, and handled materials for the ordinary people who were willing to go to the base areas.

The enterprises, prisoner of war camps, and warehouse defenders near Cangzhou were smoothly handed over with the assistance of Zhongshan, and the traitors and devils who were unwilling to cooperate were all controlled and handed over to the Eighth Route Army.

The people in the prisoner of war camp saw the Japanese army gathering early in the morning, and did not ask them to get up early to work, thinking that the Japanese army was going to transport them away or engage in some hypocritical activities.

As a result, after seeing the devils gather for roll call, they left their weapons together, counted the supplies with a team of gray uniformed steel helmets who drove armored vehicles, and left in a truck after handing them over.

After the handover of the camp, the soldiers began to assemble the prisoners for roll call.

These prisoners of war walked to the playground one after another, and when they saw the fierce steel helmets, they thought that there was no good life, and they did not even recognize that this was a unit of the Eighth Route Army.

It is really impossible to connect these powerful divisions wearing steel helmets, pedaling combat boots, fully armed, majestic, and full of murderous intent, with the Eighth Route Army units with backward equipment and scarce ammunition in the impression.

Until the loudspeaker shouted: "We are the Eighth Route Army, compatriots who were captured by the little devils, you are now free, you can be sent home according to your place of origin, we will pay the travel expenses, or after the assessment, you can join the Eighth Route Army, or go to work in the base area." ”

The shout fell, and the prisoners in the prisoner of war camp were stunned.

Most of these people were prisoners of war who had come from 40 years ago, and from the first day they were held in a prisoner of war camp, they never thought they would leave here alive.

For this unit that suddenly appeared and called itself the Eighth Route Army, they couldn't believe it.

The Chinese army came over so quickly?

In the end, it was the instructor who found some of the officers of the old Northeast Army in the prisoner of war camp and explained it to them, which made these prisoners believe that they were completely saved.

The other side.

The mobile troops under the command of Kong Jie, the head of the regimental commander Wang, who had been reserved in advance, also began to work south of Cangzhou, preparing to control the railway line and assist the Shandong troops in advancing northward.

Wang Leihu, commander of the Second Independent Regiment of this detachment and concurrently commander of the Second Mobile Unit of the detachment, had his eyes on the devil armored garrison brigade in this section of the road early in the morning, which contained armored patrol cars, armored trains, and armored personnel carriers, which could assist the large army in combat.

In particular, 150-mm heavy mortar vehicles and 150-mm heavy self-propelled howitzer vehicles for the troops, as well as those Type 96 150-mm cannons and other caliber heavy guns, are better transported by these trains.

They pretended to be roadblocks next to the railway line, put the barricades in the middle of the road, and intercepted the devil's night patrol, and the devil's night patrol team was only a few motorcycles and trucks.

Then everyone did the same, posing as a patrol to signal the railway to stop the armored train that was dispatched at night.

Among them, the commander of the devil armored train, Matsushita Shaosa, was not a fool, and said to Lieutenant Moriyama, the commander of the patrol car that opened the road in front: "According to the habit of the patrol team in charge of this section, Watanabe will not stop the train like this."

I'm afraid there are special circumstances, so let's be prepared, if you encounter the Eighth Route Army's tongue-grabbing troops, you will leave some people to adapt to the situation and listen to my orders to prepare to retreat.

If I encountered a large-scale steel helmet soldier of the Eighth Route Army, I got out of the car and negotiated with them.

Remember, if they tell us to get out of the car and surrender, we have to see if Watanabe of the patrol has been killed first, and then we will make a decision. ”

In this way, under the command of Panasonic, the train slowly stopped.

The news came from the front that it was really the Eighth Route that set up an ambush here and intercepted the train, and the original patrol forces in this area had all been controlled by the Eighth Route Army.

Not only that, but it is also the elite of the Eighth Route Army wearing steel helmets.

The corners of Matsushita's mouth showed bitterness, he looked back at the Japanese soldiers who were on guard, but there was irrepressible fear in their eyes, and slowly said: "Don't make senseless resistance, I heard that the Eighth Route Army's policy of treating prisoners well is indeed true, live, there is nothing more important than surviving and returning to China to reunite with relatives!" ”

Then, Panasonic specially arranged for messengers to convey the news to the Eighth Route Army, expressing his willingness to negotiate with the commander of the Eighth Route Army.

And Panasonic also specially expressed his sincerity, "As long as the commander of the Eighth Route Army is willing to give us preferential treatment, we can even pack all the escort ammunition and trains to the commander of the Eighth Route Army."

And promised that there would be absolutely no resistance and fire at the troops of the Eighth Route Army! ”

Wang Leihu, who received the news, was also happy, this little devil is now more and more aware of current affairs.

So the two sides officially began to negotiate, of course, Panasonic under the eaves was also a little bold, in order to show his sincerity, only brought two officers, and took the initiative to disarm and rushed to the side of the head of Wang to negotiate.

Panasonic handed out his letter of surrender, saying that as long as the commander of the Eighth Route Army was trustworthy and gave preferential treatment to their surrendered troops, he could even contact the rest of the combat troops and follow them to surrender to the Eighth Route Army.

Matsushita is not stupid, and even asks about the treatment after surrender.

When Wang Leihu said with a smile that he had a full meal and meat to eat every three or five days, a group of little devils, some of whom even had tears of excitement rolling in their eyes.

Wang Leihu was happy, and Le asked what the situation was.

Panasonic lamented bitterly that the imperial army's funds were tight, there was a shortage of materials, and the food standards of the troops had dropped again and again, and the soldiers had long been unable to eat, let alone eat meat.

In addition, the Eighth Route Army's political propaganda work was extremely well done.

It not only made the Japanese army understand the fact that the invasion of China was an unjust war.

He also let the Japanese army know the policy of the Eighth Route Army to treat prisoners preferentially.

In addition, the Eighth Route Army's successive victories behind enemy lines, even the low-level devil officers actually knew that there was little hope for the holy war.

Panasonic's Japanese troops are not any special elites of devils, and their will to persist in fighting is not firm.

The surrendered Eighth Route can still survive with good treatment, and they can still be sent back to China to reunite with their relatives after the war, what reason do they have to fight to the death with the Eighth Route Army?

After the parties reached negotiations.

Panasonic even asked for some cigarettes and drinks to be given first.

Wang Leihu looked at this battle, and said in his heart: Damn, this little devil on a dog day still kicked his nose in the face, if it weren't for the strict discipline of our Eighth Route Army and the clear rules for treating prisoners, Lao Tzu would have raised the ashes for you, and would not have brought you a chance to surrender at all.

He cursed a few words in his heart, waved his hand, and immediately arranged for the herald to let the armored troops and mechanized troops on the march drive over and make a bright appearance.

When the tanks, armored vehicles, and artillery trucks drove over in rows, the Japanese troops who surrendered were really startled by such a battle, and they were even more glad in their hearts for the wise move to surrender.

"Do you still want to smoke and drink alcohol?" Wang Leihu asked coldly.

Matsushita Shaozuo, who was trembling with fright, hurriedly shook his head and said, "No...... No need sir, we don't need anything! ”

"Humph!"

"It's called not fighting, not knowing each other!" Wang Leihu mocked in his heart.

(End of chapter)