Chapter 495

Car maintenance and operation are not easy. Li Wei, who once graduated from the Department of Anti-Agency Machinery at Northwest United University, knows something deeply. He has no driving experience. Even if he pays a truck to play with on a whim, Li Wei may be able to get people and cars into the ditch.

Only Fan Guowen, who grew up in a developed capitalist country, could make this thing move. After all, he had seen cars. Compared with other people and soldiers who were still touching endlessly, Li Wei's freshness passed quickly and quickly focused on the topic.

"Are you going to discuss something?!" Li Wei hugged Fan Guowen's shoulder and ran to a corner. Four and a group of ordinary people were really a bit cumbersome to walk back to the district camp. If you don't need such a good means of transportation, you would be a fool.

"What are the instructions for the boss?!" Fan Guowen was flattered and was frightened. When Li Wei used this attitude, nothing good happened.

"See?" Li Wei pointed to the people hiding under the shade of the trees and said, "More than 100 people were taken to work as miners by the Japanese. I was lucky. I was caught by our company halfway and rescued. Now I'm sent to the district camp to make plans. I don't know when I will walk on my legs."

"Boss means?!" Fan Guowen heard what Boss Li Wei meant, and his spoils were to be requisitioned again.

"Yes, borrow your car for use and send these people back to the camp as soon as possible! This glorious and arduous task will be handed over to your fifth company." Li Wei threw this huge burden to Fan Guowen. The obedient younger brother is equivalent to free labor! No need to be useless!

"Uh!~" Seeing Li Wei's hypocritical smile, Fan Guowen dared not say anything, so he had to take on this nanny-style job obediently. Who would take care of a bunch of people with no combat power, and have to take care of food and drink to the camp. Due to Li Wei's tyranny, Fan Guowen could only nod and had no right to say "no!"

The people who followed the Fourth Company were all treated preferentially, and they squeezed into military trucks. The trucks were large and could stand up to 40 or 50 people. There were still five or six people on the front of the truck. However, the trucks were loaded with limited capacity. They were overloaded after only less than half of the load. However, the traffic police who had not meddled with no other people came to issue tickets. But some of the people were unable to squeeze into the car and could not only take some people away. However, this was not a problem for Li Wei, who graduated from the machinery major, to collect several large trucks from nearby villages. The wheels were temporarily put together and hung behind the butt of the card. It was like a Lele convoy of ethnic minorities. Five or six vehicles were strung together, which was quite spectacular.

Amid the roar, a strong power that was beyond the reach of the animal's power burst out from the cylinder of a military truck filled with people. A few sharp horns, Fan Guowen started the vehicle, and a long list of people behind him dragged the butt and started to set off on the road.

Those wooden trucks really cannot withstand the speed of trucks. If they are very bumped, Fan Guowen can only slow down and drag the convoy to drive on the bumpy road.

A long dragon drove past the road with rolling smoke and dust. The Japanese and puppet troops in the stronghold near the highway looked at this scene incredible. At first, they thought that some Taijun was bored and dragged this group of people for a ride. But when they approached, they found that the Japanese sun flag hung on the truck was a red military flag commonly used by the Eighth Route Army. The machine gunners of Mark's machine gunners were wearing military uniforms of the 12th District Team. The Japanese and puppet troops were now lying on the wall of the stronghold and rolled their eyes.

The 12th District Team didn't know where to tinker with a military truck, but it seemed that it had been attacked by the 12th District Team.

"Little, team leader! Fight, don't fight!" A puppet army with a semi-snot nose asked his commander. No matter what, the puppet army and the 12th district team were also hostile. The 12th district team always passed by the stronghold in a swagger. The puppet army fantasized whether they could take advantage of the situation so that they could ask the Japanese to increase their responsibilities. The Japanese were not too stingy with those two bones for obedient loyal dogs.

"Bang, fuck!" The captain of the puppet army glared at the sloppy subordinate in disgust and said angrily: "I want to die! From the 12th District Team, you dare to move, don't want to live!" You have to have a life to enjoy the promotion and wealth. You can let go of a shot. No matter whether you hit it or not, it would be strange if you don't immediately attract the strong attack from the 12th District Team. The 12th District Team is not as easy to talk about than other Eighth Route Army. What are the broadband prisoners, especially the Fourth Company. Few dare to pass the claws and are not killed. They are even more fierce than the Japanese. The ordinary 12th District Team soldiers will not be around when they meet Japanese soldiers.

"But..." The puppet army wanted to say something and was slapped in the face by his own squad leader, and he also pulled the second half of his sentence back, and a big red handprint immediately appeared on his face.

"But, but what?! Just watch, don't move! If you want to die, don't drag others down." The captain of the puppet army was a little nervous, but threatened the puppet army soldier with great momentum. Maybe the 12th District Team was waiting for some silly green to find fault!

In recent years, there have been large and large areas of land along the road, and they were uprooted by the 12th District Team. There are many places where even the Japanese dare not send troops to station again. There are also many traitors who have been dealt with by the 12th District Team. Compared with the enemy who bullies the weak and fears the strong, the arrogance has been greatly restrained compared to before the establishment of the 12th District Team. A considerable number of puppet troops and a few Japanese soldiers have chosen to protect themselves. They often turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye. Even if their superiors have orders, they will fire a few shots to deal with them.

The infiltration work of the Third Company has never stopped, and there are even several white-skinned strongholds that have been replaced from top to bottom, and have received Japanese military pay and handled services for the Eighth Route Army. On the surface and in secret, they have played a considerable role in protecting the people's lives and production.

After sending the big bag that Li Wei threw back to the camp, the seized military truck was immediately confiscated by the district captain Wang Bao, who had shining eyes, on the spot, took it down, packed it, and hid it, as if it was regarded as a treasure for the 12th District Team. By the way, even the division headquarters may not have such advanced mechanized equipment, which is enough for Wang Bao to put a wave of gold on his face.

Many district teams heard that the 12th District Team had received a large Japanese military truck. The district captains were all jealous and thrust in their intestines. All the good things that were so good that the 12th District Team had to recover. Why could they have to pick up a broken wheel and come back to show off?

At the end of summer, it is almost the busiest season of the year, and the ripe wheat fields are full of yellow. The horn of harvest has been sounded, and militiamen from each base area work almost three shifts, carrying guns in the fields during the day, and burning fires by the fields at night, rushing to harvest at night.

The Japanese saw it and were anxious. However, those who won the hearts of the people won the world. Who would collect food for the Japanese who hated the invaders? They could feed all the wolves and jackals who worked hard for a year. The landlords and traitors who followed the Japanese were used to drinking the blood and eating the ointment of the people, and how could they do farm work? But the Japanese didn't care about this. In order to fill their stomachs, they confiscated military rations were a major issue in survival. The Japanese army drove the maintenance, the bats team and even the puppet troops to the fields and formed a rush team, trying to seize the fruits of the people's hard work for a year without any effort.

Sometimes these social borers and scum of the people also need labor reform. The militia and the people also think so. As for the Japanese, they don’t know if they don’t think so. They only know not to collect more food, and it would be nice to be able to have a full meal in the next year.

The masses were unarmed and the task of snatching the team against the enemy was on the local anti-Japanese armed forces. How could the militia, guerrillas, armed forces and the Eighth Route Army make it easier for the enemy to occupy the blood and sweat of the masses! Various harassment tactics such as sparrow warfare and guerrilla warfare are endless. Food is life for both sides. If the anti-Japanese military and civilians grab more, it means that there are fewer invaders. The harvesting operation has risen to a strategic level for both sides. The harvesting of food will have a long impact on the strength of both sides.

The 12th District teams were also assigned to the area to protect the local military and civilians from harvesting food and preventing a grain of food from falling into the hands of the enemy. The company commanders of each company were the Eight Immortals who crossed the sea, each showed their own abilities and did everything they could. The situations in different places were different. The company commanders of each company used their own wisdom to compete with the enemy's snatch team.

The armed forces of the third company were fine and touched the enemy's stronghold, specifically arresting the supervisors who were snatching the team to take secret swords, which made Chen Jiayao's snatching teams in this base area where he was responsible for panic and feared that the morning was in danger.

Fan Guowen of the Sixth Company sent several elite troops to serve these guys who snatched the fruits of labor. The Sixth Company was not as easy to talk to as the heads of the Third Company. The landlords and puppet troops who were snatched by the bayonets of the Japanese soldiers in the fields were suddenly destroyed by bullets flying out of the rice fields, and there were many casualties among the Japanese soldiers watching the supervisor.

The first company and the second company did not have so many tricks. Both company commanders were honest people. There were honest people's ways to be honest people. The soldiers and civilian teams pulled up the blockade line, stared at the strongholds tightly, and guarded them in a regular manner, so that those who snatched teams would have no place to insert even if they wanted to take advantage of the opportunity.

The fourth company commander of the 12th District Team had no good idea, but he had a bunch of bad ideas. He led his men to beat a few gongs in the middle of the night, and howled around the enemy's snatching team's base with incomplete tone.
Chapter completed!