Kazuo Asai took off the telescope and said with some displeasure: "私はあなたに何度も言った, 私达は今大日本天皇の子民,どうしてまた北しい中Chineseを言いますか (I have told you many times, why do we still speak lowly Chinese as the people of the Emperor of Japan)?" ……”

"Hello! Hello! ......" "Three surnamed house slaves" Park Young-sik hurriedly agreed immediately, and then said in Japanese: "仆たちは目の前の道をずっと歩いていくと,二キロほどで四キロほどどの黒石のditchに着く." 黒石のditchを出てさらに六キロほど行ったところに桃村があり,そこに补充站基地がある (We walked down the main road in front of us, and we reached about four kilometers to the black stone ditch, which is about four kilometers long. After going out of Heishigou and walking about six kilometers to Taocun, where we have our supply base). ……”

"よし、Order the troops to move forward at full speed! Momomura に着くと温かいスープもdrinkめるし、女の子もいるかもしれない (Very good, order the troops to go at full speed!) When we get to Peach Village, we can have hot soup to drink, and maybe a flower girl)! Haha......" Kazuo Asai laughed very obscenely, he also wanted to reach the supply base as soon as possible to stabilize the morale of the army.

At this time, Ono Heihachi, the leader of the second devil squad who was in charge of the avant-garde and had shot Zhou Shanrun, ran back, stood upright in front of Kazuo Asai, saluted, and called out "Smitta". Kazuo Asai frowned, and said in a strange manner: "Private たちは today, the emperor of the Great Japanese Emperor の子です." 优崚民を置いてやらず,北しいkorea人に戻らなければならないのか (We are now the people of the Emperor of Japan.) Do you have to go back to be a lowly Korean nation if you don't let the superior nation do it)? ……”

"Hello! Hello! …… Your Excellency Captain の語火Thank you する (Thank you Your Excellency Captain for your training)! ......" Ono Heihachicuo's face flushed, and he quickly stood upright.

"先に何かありますか (Is there something going on in front)? ......" Kazuo Asai's face was much softer.

"Your Excellency the Captain, 前の我々の前する道の両面の山は険しい。 嫌がらせを防ぐために,路の両面から一班ずつ捜索していくつもりだ(Your Excellency, the mountains on both sides of the road ahead of us are steep. In order to prevent the dirt eight roads from harassing us, I plan to send a squad on each side of the road to search and advance)! ......" Captain Ono Hei Hachicuo said as he watched Kazuo Asai's face.

Kazuo Asai didn't want to get involved, for fear that sending so many soldiers would make it very hard for the soldiers. The soldiers did not dare to say it in person, and they would definitely care about their eight generations of ancestors behind their backs, which would further affect their morale. But he really had to prevent the "dirt eight roads" from ambushing him. He frowned and said, "そんなに多くの兵力をdispatch する必要はない." 道along いの山ごとに3人の兵士をdispatch して捜索を进めるだけで十分である。 実行しよう (There is no need to send so many troops.) It was enough to send three soldiers to search the hills on each side of the road. Let's do it)! ……”

Kazuo Asai said and waved his hand vigorously.

"Hello! ......" After the captain of Onohira Hachicuo answered in a proper manner, he turned around and ran away.

After the small Japanese devils began to sweep up, they tried in vain to compress the Jiaodong Eighth Route Army to the narrow area of Mashishan at the junction of Haiyang, Muhai, Qixia and Muping. The most hateful thing is that the Kuomintang diehards temporarily formed the 12th Division of Zhao Baoyuan, who raised the "plaster flag" of the little Japanese devils, and also dispatched from his old nest Laiyang to attack the northeast. Cooperate closely with the little devils and try to flank the Eighth Route Army. The Japanese, the pseudo-and the stubborn converged, chasing and burning along the way, and the encirclement quickly advanced and contracted to the center of the base area. A few days later, the Japanese puppets and stubborn people from all directions gathered around Mashi Mountain, the center of the Jiaodong base area, where the "net" was about to close. Thousands of ordinary people in Muping, Haiyang, Qixia, and other counties, as well as many local cadres, the wounded and sick of the Eighth Route Army, and a small number of soldiers who had lost contact with the large army were pulled into the "net."

The tragic breakout battle began. The 16th Regiment to which Tong Zhenshan was located was divided into four parts, scattered to cover the common people, local cadres, and the wounded and sick to break through. Zhang Huanxu, political commissar of the regiment, led the regimental headquarters, the special service company, the third battalion and the eighth company, the machine gun platoon, and some personnel of the independent battalion to break through from the southern foot of Mashi Mountain to the southeast. Before leaving, Political Commissar Zhang Huanxu gave Tong Zhenshan another task. That is, after breaking through the encirclement, we must try by all means to defeat the battalion deployed in front of the special service regiment of Zhao Baoyuan's 12th Division of the Kuomintang diehards, so as to reduce the pressure on the troops who persist in the anti-sweeping struggle in the base areas. It's a pity that after covering thousands of local cadres and ordinary people to successfully break through, Zhang Huanxu, the famous general, died heroically with many warriors of the Eighth Route Army in order to attract the attention of the little Japanese devils and make the local cadres and ordinary people safer.

Tong Zhenshan's height is less than one meter seven, lean and lean, dark and swarthy. Although he was only twenty-nine years old, his beard was unshaven, and his more than ten years of career as a horse made him very old, looking like an old man in his fifties and sixties.

Although Tong Zhenshan is not amazing, he is extremely fierce in battle. When he led the second battalion to rush back and forth seven times, covering more than 1,000 ordinary people, local cadres, and wounded and sick to successfully break through the siege, he ignored fatigue and rushed to the battalion of the Kuomintang diehard Zhao Baoyuan's special service group overnight. A battalion of the second battalion fought against a battalion of the Kuomintang diehard Zhao Baoyuan's spy regiment, and with a single charge, it defeated the recalcitrant army with far more equipment and numbers than itself, and captured the battalion commander of the recalcitrant army alive.

When Tong Zhenshan interrogated this battalion commander, he directly reprimanded him for the dignified National Revolutionary Army, which did not fight the little devils, but acted for the tigers, and specially helped the little devils to encircle and suppress the friendly troops who beat the little devils. Unexpectedly, the battalion commander of the recalcitrant army was full of complaints, and said to Tong Zhenshan: "Do you think I am willing to go against you Balu? I didn't plan on going into a real relationship with you guys at all. Then again, we're not soldiers, soldiers have to obey orders! If you look at your eight roads, there are more than 400 people in total, of which more than 100 people don't have guns, and half of them don't have military uniforms. Even if there are guns, most of them are 'old sleeves', and the '38 big covers' don't even add up to a hundred. Listen, you only have two light machine guns in the eighth route, one with a 'crooked handle', and one that seems to be of the 'Czech' type. Look at us again, we're a lightly armed battalion, not equipped with artillery. However, in the 'zhongzheng' style of Yishui'er, there are three 'Makqin' alone. Not to mention the 'Czech' light machine guns, there are more than 20 of them. If I hadn't ordered the comparison, the meaning would have been, with this equipment, you could easily defeat me and capture me? Brother, I've left everything from these little devils' homes to you Balu, whether you can take it away or not, that's your Balu's business. ……”

When the battalion commander said this, he saw that Tong Zhenshan's face looked much better, so he began to get close to Tong Zhenshan. He glanced at the "horse card puffer" on the table in front of Tong Zhenshan and said, "I said brother, I am also Chinese, and I also hate the little Japanese devil." The battalion commander gestured to the table with his chin, and then said: "My 'Horse Brand' is made by the authentic Belgian FN State Arsenal, so let's give it to my brother to fight devils." However, you have to be careful with your old brother, because the bullets are expensive, and there are only more than 50 rounds. Hehe......"

Tong Zhenshan grabbed the "horse card picker" on the table and said sarcastically: "Is this what you are talking about?" This is a new robbery, such a good gun, why did you give it to me? ……”

"Give it to my brother to fight devils! Oh...... 'The sword is given to the martyrs, and the pink is given to the beauties'. ...... "The battalion commander of the recalcitrant army gave the gun" to "Tong Zhenshan, which is just a favor." He's a prisoner, and that gun is someone's trophy, so do you still use him to send it? This battalion commander was like a knife, and he didn't want to talk about guns anymore, and at the same time, he also wanted to express that he also hated the little Japanese devils very much. He continued: "Let's talk about the little devil's sweep this time, what the little devil did is too lacking in morality, I also want to beat the little devil, but the top is not allowed to let it." Look, I remember the sins of the little devils! ……”

The battalion commander said, pulling out a small notebook. The battalion secretary took it and read it to Tong Zhenshan: "The 20,000 people of the Japanese invaders used the spider web-like equipment to sweep the whole of Ludong. Twenty miles a day, everywhere I went, I was swept away, women were raped, strong men were tied up, things were light......"

The diary of the battalion commander of the recalcitrant army later became strong evidence that the little Japanese devils and puppet soldiers committed heinous crimes in the Jiaodong area.

After the prisoners of the recalcitrant army were released, the second battalion was seriously reduced in the breakout operation, and in order to facilitate command, Tong Zhenshan reduced the four companies to three companies. At the same time, it was also inconvenient to maneuver around the mountains with the Japanese puppets and fight guerrillas, and to carry the three "Makqins" with them. Therefore, Tong Zhenshan ordered the "Makqin" to be buried and taken out later. The whole battalion changed into the equipment of the recalcitrant army, brought enough ammunition, and set off immediately. Due to the lack of guns, especially the extreme shortage of bayonets made by regular factories, many soldiers who switched to the "Zhongzheng" rifles of the recalcitrant army did not practice assassination with real guns and real bayonets at all. It's okay to put two shots with a "Zhongzheng" rifle, but if you really start a white-knuckle battle, you have to suffer. As a result, these warriors were reluctant to throw away the broadswords or shuttle darts in their hands. Tong Zhenshan also opened his eyes and closed his eyes.

The Second Battalion should carry out guerrilla warfare in this area in accordance with the Jiaodong Military Region's anti-sweeping policy of "preserving vital forces, defending base areas, dispersing activities, and adhering to them in different divisions." Many of the soldiers of the 2nd Battalion were locals, and they were very familiar with the terrain of the Asan and Mashi Mountain areas, and they could come and go freely through the mountains and ravines. Hongo's native, and the little Japanese devils fought guerrilla, and they were at ease.

Early that morning, the second battalion was resting in the ravine, and Tong Zhenshan was also hiding behind a stone to get some sleep. Suddenly, the sentinel's voice woke him up. Tong Zhenshan walked out with his sleeves on his sleeve and took a look, and it turned out that the police guard on the mountain walked down the mountain with four people. The Tong Zhenshan in front of him recognized it at a glance, it was Wang Rongfu, the village chief of Xishang Village, whom he had met last night.

Wang Rongfu shouted from afar: "Alas, mother...... Battalion Commander, I'm looking for you, look at who I brought here! ……”

Tong Zhenshan looked intently, and saw that two of the three people behind Wang Rongfu were holding "old sleeves", obviously militiamen. In the middle of the two militiamen was a young and somewhat familiar Nizi, wrapped in a quilt in her arms, and she was supposed to be holding a child.