Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

The unknowing Katsuhisa Muramoto spent an hour and a half from the county seat to Wangcun under the watchful eye of the Eighth Route Army.

The motorized troops of these little devils were very proud and did not arrange any soldiers responsible for exploring the way forward.

This was because the situation was urgent this time. The 772nd Regiment did not have enough time to ambush along the way, otherwise they would suffer heavy losses.

Because the road conditions in Wangcun are not very good, the country roads are not suitable for passing cars.

Muramoto Katsuhisa could only order his men to park their cars in the open space outside the village, and then led all the soldiers into the village on foot.

Although Wang Taizhong had given instructions in advance, it was still difficult for the adults in the traitor village to welcome the swaggering Japanese.

Even though they had not been persecuted by the Japs and the village chief's son still worked for the Japs, the instinct of fear was still difficult to overcome.

Of course, there were also surprises among the crowd, namely the children in the village.

Three to six years old is an age full of curiosity. A group of strangers they have never seen before, plus behemoths such as trucks and sidecars, immediately arouse children's desire to explore.

At this time, several children took advantage of their parents not paying attention and ran to the Japanese side.

When the two middle-aged women saw their children surrounding the Japanese like newborn calves, their expressions suddenly changed, and they immediately rushed to take the children back in panic.

The man on the side also had red eyes, but he firmly held his wife's hand to prevent them from coming forward.

The expected beating and scolding did not happen. These dwarfs, who were less than 1.6 meters tall, took out various gifts prepared in advance from their backpacks.

They showed some stiff smiles and distributed the cans, beef jerky, and candies in their hands to these innocent children. There was even a Japanese devil who let the children in front of him ride on his shoulders.

Muramoto Katsuhisa looked at this happy scene and nodded with satisfaction. Of course, these were all arranged by him. Compared with his "brutal" North China Front Army colleagues, he admired the Kwantung Army's approach more.

Only by creating the illusion that the soldiers and local residents live in harmony can it be conducive to the rule of Jin Province by the younger brother. He believes that it is a very foolish behavior to make people panic. Under high pressure, there must be resistance.

And this kind of thing has no harm to ordinary Japanese soldiers, and even has many benefits.

First of all, children pose no threat to the Japs. You only need to do it without beating or scolding, and you can win people's hearts, which costs almost zero.

Secondly, after being in the army for a long time, the life of grassroots soldiers will inevitably be boring. Playing with children can even be regarded as an entertainment activity.

Giving the other person something insignificant to eat is like feeding chickens and ducks at home. Watching the "livestock" fight for food is also a way to have fun.

Finally, mentally immature children are the easiest to bribe. People will not deliberately avoid children when talking and chatting, and it is inevitable that some valuable news will be heard by the children.

These children will remember the kindness of soldiers because of small favors, and they may get an unexpected harvest one day and get some information about the enemy.

After all, no matter whether it is the Eighth Route Army or the Jinsui Army, it is impossible to be so crazy that children have to guard against it.

What's more, since the war began, every commander in the occupied zone has performance requirements.

In order to promote "China-Japan friendship", they would take some photos every once in a while to show that they live in harmony with the local people.

For example, this month, Katsuhisa Muramoto took three sets of photos. They were him carrying a disabled old rural lady on his back, a child nestling in his arms, and playing with a child in the county town.

After extensive propaganda, these photos have become a soft knife to disintegrate the anti-Japanese armed forces, and the effect is very effective. I heard that with the Kwantung Army, local people have begun to help my brother country persuade the guerrillas to surrender.

But those fellow villagers living in information cocoons will never think that it is because of the existence of guerrillas that the Japanese do not dare to kill people wantonly in the Northeast.

But as a Chinese, we have to know that bayonets are always hidden in the "candy cubes" the devils give us, and they are full of the blood of our compatriots.

Originally, Wang Taizhong was hiding at the back of the crowd and observing secretly. When the old man saw Xiao Ri coming to the village, he became a little jealous of Ye Gong. Although he talked about Taijun every day, he began to be afraid when Taijun actually came.

After discovering that his small life was not as scary as the legend said, the old traitor immediately squeezed out of the crowd to welcome Katsuhisa Muramoto's arrival.

He wore all black today and wore a pair of sunglasses. His thin hair was parted in the middle. Seeing Lieutenant Colonel Xiao Zhi glance over, Wang Taizhong immediately bowed and nodded to say hello to him in broken Japanese.

Hearing this hometown dialect that was a bit like the Hokkaido dialect, Muramoto Katsuhisa realized that the person in front of him should be Wang Lu's father, so he said in Shanxi dialect with a clear accent:

"Old man, you don't have to be so polite. I can also speak Shanxi dialect. Your son works for me, so there is some affection between you and me."

Muramoto Katsuhisa's words were simply flattering to the old immortal, and a chrysanthemum smile appeared on his already wrinkled face.

Wang Taizhong never expected that the young man opposite him would value his son so much and even know who he was. As an old gangster who once lived at the bottom, he immediately said with a flattering face:

"Taijun, my son is dedicated to serving the Locust Army. Our village also warmly welcomes the Locust Army as a guest."

"I know you like to listen to operas, so I asked the villagers to find the best old man nearby. His voice is really amazing!"

"Let him sing a performance in a while to welcome all the distinguished guests from Japan's brother country."

After hearing about the opera, Katsuhisa Muramoto, an old devil, immediately became energetic. Opera was one of his few hobbies. This arrangement of Wangcun is really an unexpected surprise.

But there were still important things at hand at this time, and he had to set up some simple defenses first to prevent him from being caught off guard by the nearby Eighth Route Army. Moreover, the soldiers' residences and parking areas also need to be dealt with, so as not to pick up the sesame seeds and lose the watermelon.

"Okay! It seems that Village Chief Wang is also an elegant person. I must communicate with you. But this arrangement must be postponed to the evening, and we still need to do serious things first!"

"I wonder if there is any free accommodation in your village? Otherwise, my soldiers will have to sleep in the open."

The old traitor had already considered these trivial matters, and he immediately and diligently sent people to bring the young people to a room that had been prepared in advance.

However, he had not expected that the young people would drive here, so he could only temporarily arrange for some villagers to open a parking lot. To show his loyalty, the old immortal even took the initiative to take over the job of building fortifications.

With sufficient labor, the Japanese finished the work that originally took a day or two in just one afternoon.

After Muramoto Katsuhisa found out, he immediately felt a lot more at ease, and even rewarded Wang Taizhong with a pack of Harmony cigarettes.

The sun sets and it's evening.

Under Wang Taizhong's arrangement, the traitors set up a thirty-table banquet in front of the village stage, including all kinds of meat that they would not eat on weekdays.

In order to please Muramoto Katsuhisa, the old man even sent people to the county town to spend a lot of money to prepare a lot of sake a few days ago.

Such a battle really surprised the Japanese. They didn't expect that they could have a good dinner in such a remote place.

When Leader Li came on stage, Katsuhisa Muramoto immediately recognized the person on the stage.

The old devil's expression suddenly changed. Being suspicious by nature, he immediately thought of many possibilities. Then he sat up and put his right hand on the saber:

"Village Chief Wang, what's going on with this old student? He looks very familiar to me, and why do I feel that he was a little reluctant when he came on stage?"

When he heard the other party's question, Wang Taizhong's expression was a little unnatural. Although it was important to please the Japanese, considering the other party's identity, he decided to tell the truth.

"Taijun, you know that our place is a small place and it is difficult to find any decent theater troupe. Even today's accompanist was improvised by people from the village."

"This old man passed by our village a few days ago and wanted to take the road to join his distant relatives. However, he had some unpleasant encounters with the young men in our village, so we kept him with us temporarily."

"It happened that the princes came to our Wang Village, so I forced him to sing a performance. He said he was from the county. Do you know him?"

After hearing this explanation, Muramoto Katsuhisa mentally analyzed the possibility of the matter. After thinking for a moment, the old devil felt that this explanation was very reasonable.

And when he saw a person who had a grudge against him holding back his anger and performing for him, he found it very interesting.

Although the level of the accompanist is not very good, the level of leader Li is certainly good.

Moreover, the song he prepared today came from the performing arts catalog of the pseudo-North China Broadcasting Association. The song "Borrowing the East Wind" made the Japanese mesmerized.

After singing the song, leader Li stepped off the stage and changed his clothes without even taking the steps to thank the "audience". But Muramoto Katsuhisa didn't care, and he even thought that such a move was in line with the other party's psychology.

After returning to the simple dressing room, the old man wiped off his makeup, then sat on a stool and started to put on new makeup. Before putting on his clothes for the next performance, he wrapped the detonator around his waist and said to himself in the mirror:

"Family members, just wait for me. I will meet you in a moment."

Leader Li, who returned to the stage, performed very hard, and even made breakthroughs in skills that had not improved for many years, and his level was completely close to that of famous actors.

Although the other party's costumes were a bit mismatched, Muramoto Katsuhisa just felt that the performance conditions were limited and didn't think much about it.

But as I was singing, the song that was supposed to reach its climax suddenly stopped.

But Team Leader Li did not panic. He adjusted his costume and looked around. At this moment, it seemed as if his family was beside him.

With red eyes, he stared at the enemy of his whole family, as if he wanted to eat Katsuhisa Muramoto alive.

"Hateful of the Japanese pirates' war, they raised troops to invade the country, and the heroes asked Chang Ying to go out generously.

The sons and gentlemen's ambitions have not been repaid by hatred on the battlefield, and their majesty will last forever as they shed green blood and yellow sand.

Lianglangshan, I can't take revenge for Erlang! "

Katsuhisa Muramoto considers himself a China expert, and when he heard the first sentence, he felt something was wrong. But after all, it is a piece I have never heard before, and even if it is sung a cappella, it is very powerful and soul-stirring.

But the more he heard this word, the more wrong he became. The old Japanese became so angry that he couldn't bear it, took out his Fourteen Southern Styles, and fired a shot at the old man on the stage.

Leader Li was shot in the chest, took two steps back and fell to the stage. With a gunshot wound, he sang the last line with all his strength. He looked at the Japanese officer who shot him with the utmost pride and contempt.

Katsuhisa Muramoto first glared at Wang Taizhong fiercely, and then walked towards the old man on the stage. He wanted to see why the other party dared to scold him.

At this time, Li Banzhu was already dying. Seeing his enemy coming to him, he said with his last breath: "Little Japanese, I'll fuck your grandma."

Originally, the old devil wanted to continue shooting, but suddenly smelled a burning smell. After seeing the corner of the old man's smiling mouth, he suddenly understood what the other party was going to do.

But such a close distance did not give him time to react at all. The violent explosion swallowed his body all at once, and even Wang Taizhong and more than 20 Xiao Rizi in the front row died together.

All the devils present were injured to varying degrees.

Before he died, Katsuhisa Muramoto briefly recalled his life, but there was one thing he still didn't understand.

Why is it that the younger country is richer than the Republic of China, the soldiers are more elite than the preserved fruits, and the weapons are more advanced than the enemy. They even have Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, advanced fighters, and aircraft carriers.

In the mainland of the Republic of China, warlords were fighting each other, gangs were rampant, and most people were illiterate and afraid of death. There was basically no heavy industry, the planes could be counted, and a few broken ships were swaying in the Yangtze River, and people were panicked.

But it has been more than four years since the official start of the war, and the situation has become deadlocked. To be pessimistic, the future is dark.

It seems that everything has changed overnight.

Warlords can unite and gangs can keep themselves clean. Illiterate people are not traitors, and the submissive people are sometimes not afraid of death.

As an invader, he will never understand. The soldiers and civilians of China have long engraved strength, courage, and fearlessness into their bones.

The moment they heard the explosion in Wangcun, Huang Yourong and Guan Weimin knew that the old man had died. Although the two were in different positions, they did the same thing.

With tears in their eyes, they ordered the soldiers behind them:

"Fire a round of mortars! Fire! Don't save ammunition! Comrades! Charge! Avenge Li Banzhu!"

As a round of shells fell, the bugler held the bugle, puffed up his cheeks and blew the battle order of attack.

The loud and clear charge horn resounded in the night sky.

There will be more later.