Chapter 279

Li Wei was so angry that he was a very authentic Eighth Route Army proletarian revolutionary soldier who turned into a fake in the eyes of the villagers. Comrade Kawaguchi Yajiro saved people by saving them. Whatever he did, he was talking too much? It was really a matter of nothing to be sought.

Kawaguchi Yajiro, who knew that he had caused trouble, lowered his head alone and said nothing. Masao Miyamoto and several Japanese comrades stared at Kawaguchi Yajiro with cold faces. The good military-civilian relationship they had worked hard to establish was completely useless because of his words.

Miyamoto Masao suddenly stood up, walked to the village chief, pushed Jinshan, turned the jade pillar, and knelt straight in front of the old man, "I'm sorry, old man, I've scared you. We are indeed the Eighth Route Army. Please forgive our recklessness! I confess my guilt to you and the villagers for the mistakes I made for our compatriots. Please punish us, even if we take our lives."

While Li Wei was not paying attention, Miyamoto Masao reached out to pull out the fighting spike behind Li Wei, held it up with both hands, leaned down and touched the ground with his forehead, and knocked to the ground, with a serious Japanese apology.

The village elder was a little stunned!

If it is said that it should be considered to have revealed the true face of the fake Eighth Route Army, but why did it come here? It should be that these fake Eighth Route Army immediately tore off their disguise and pulled out their guns to massacre them.

"You, don't come over!" The old man raised his crutch with the help of the villagers, looking nervous and guarded.

"Let me, Special Commissioner Ji is here." The crowd suddenly shouted!

The soldiers of the guard company were pushed out of a passage, and several militiamen with guns walked in with one person.

"Comrade Ji, go quickly! They are fake Eighth Route Army!" The village elder's face changed and he shouted in a hurry.

"Run! They are enemies!"

"They are disguised by the Japanese, run away! Don't worry about us!"

A few brave villagers jumped out and shouted out in a hurry.

"What?! Fake Eighth Route Army?! Enemy!" Special commissioner Ji Ping's face suddenly turned pale. He had heard of the enemy's rash storm about the Eighth Route Army, but Ji Ping was stunned when he saw Li Wei, and then returned to normal. He threw the villagers' words aside, walked to Li Wei with a smile, pulled his hand and said, "Comrade Li Wei, it's been a long time since I saw you. What gust of wind blows you here today?" Li Wei can be regarded as a legendary figure in Ji Ping's eyes.

Fake Eighth Route Army? It was probably because of a misunderstanding that the wind and panic were heard. Ji Ping knew very well that the enemy who could hijack Li Wei was almost impossible, and the possibility of Li Wei's rebellion was almost zero. Even if it was a rebellion, the number of Japanese soldiers killed by Li Wei was enough to make the enemy unacceptable.

Li Wei was stunned and couldn't remember for a while. Who was the person who looked like a middle-aged cadre?! Ji Ping saw Li Wei's doubts and said again: "I'm Ji Ping! Last year, you saved me when you were still fighting the Japanese here."

"I remember, it's Special Commissioner Ji!" Li Wei finally remembered who the person in front of him was, or an acquaintance! Why hasn't this guy rebelled yet? In his eyes, this guy was white and clean, with a two-part head, black cloth pants, and a white double-breasted jacket. He was simply a natural traitor. Li Wei thought viciously in his heart.

"Commissioner Ji, have you heard that? He was disguised by the enemy!" The villagers continued to shout unwillingly.

Ji Ping waved his hand at them, smiled and said, "Stop shouting, my ears are not deaf, are you misunderstandings?! I know this little comrade, he will definitely not be an enemy, and of course he will not be able to surrender to the enemy and rebel."

"I said, Comrade Ji, come and evaluate this reason. This guy is a Japanese. We hear him speak Japanese with our own ears!" The village chief made a fuss and pointed at Kawaguchi Yajima and Miyamoto Masao, and pointed at Li Wei again: "It's this kid who says this Japanese is still a Communist Party member. Do you think you have heard of Japanese who are Communists? The Japanese who are heartbroken actually become Communists?! That old sow can even climb trees."

Li Wei pulled Masao Miyamoto, who was still kneeling on the ground, and took back the fighting sting. The old man would not appreciate the fact that this little Japanese kept doing this.

"I am indeed a Communist Party member! Please see my party member certificate!" Kawaguchi Yajiro sincerely tried his best to prove that he was a Communist Party member and found the carefully preserved party member certificate from him.

"Oh!" Ji Ping became interested in Japanese Communist Party members. Although there were rumors that some Japanese people in the base area participated in the Communist Party of China, it is still unknown whether it was true or false, but the person who spoke in front of him was obviously undoubtedly able to obtain a party member certificate, which is surprising.

The villagers were stunned. The Japanese actually had to take out something! This was beyond their expectations.

After receiving the party membership certificate, Ji Ping took a breath. The introducer was actually the Chief of Staff. He flipped it up and down in his hand to verify it. Ji Ping couldn't find any flaws. He took out his party membership certificate and carefully compared it with Kawaguchi Yajiro's party membership certificate.

Masao Miyamoto and others also took out their party membership certificates and handed them to Ji Ping for verification.

Almost everyone around him stretched his neck. Ji Ping looked at it for a long time before he let out a breath of turbid air and said, "It's true." He could not find any other explanation himself. There was almost no difference between the paper, the seal, and the one he had. In fact, with Li Wei there, he believed it halfway.

"I'm sorry! Comrade Kawaguchi, we misunderstood you, please forgive me." Ji Ping handed back the party member certificate to Kawaguchi Yajiro and others, and bowed to apologize at the same time. No matter what, this Japanese comrade is still very polite. As a country of Chinese etiquette, you must not lose etiquette.

The villagers were all stunned. Special Commissioner Ji Ping is a relatively famous figure in this area. He said it was true, but it would definitely not be fake.

"Really, really the Eighth Route Army!" The village elder murmured to himself, suddenly rushed over, grabbed Li Wei's hand, and said in tears: "I am really confused. I'm so sorry for you. I miss the Eighth Route Army and hope for the Eighth Route Army. You are here, and we still doubt you. We are really blind!" The old man was originally going to Comrade Kawaguchi, but when he thought that the other party was a little Japanese, he felt a little confused, so he turned to Li Wei. After all, he was still the one who was his own.

"No, don't! Old man, we don't blame you!" Li Wei said anxiously. The old man repeated these tricks, which made Li Wei really laugh and cry.

The misunderstanding was eliminated by the evidence of Special Commissioner Ji Ping. The villagers kept feeling happy and finally felt relieved.

A strong villager helped the old man and sighed, "Comrade! Actually, we can't blame us. In the past, the enemy didn't dare to come here at all. Now you see, is this still a base? There are enemy small artillery towers everywhere, and puppet military spies are running around. You eighth Route Army anti-Japanese allies have resisted the Japanese to the head of the common people's kang."

The other villagers also looked unwilling to accept their feelings. Since the beginning of the year, the fighting situation in this area has been slowly reversed by the enemy. The Japanese bunker strongholds have gradually divided and surrounded the entire base, and the guerrillas' activity space has become smaller and smaller, and the militia have been dispersed. Anti-Japanese materials cannot come in or go out. In early May, the large-scale attacks launched by the Japanese made the main force of the Eighth Route Army here have no power to resist and were suddenly raided, resulting in the anti-Japanese teams in various places being headless and losing command. They were either surrounded and eliminated by the enemy or chased and ran around. The entire base completely lost its sense of security.

"Friends, we came to eliminate the enemy! Please rest assured! The superiors have given us instructions, and we will definitely be able to drive the enemy out of China!" Wang Bao, the leader of the entire team, stood up and said loudly to the villagers, but considering that there were Japanese comrades on the scene, he specially changed the "Japanese devils" to "enemy".

"We Japanese fight with you side by side with soldiers! Please believe us!" Miyamoto Masao said as if he stood beside Wang Bao. The Japanese comrades immediately stood in tacit understanding and raised their hands to salute the villagers.

Ji Ping was stunned, the village elder was stunned, and the villagers were stunned too! This Japanese helped us beat the Japanese, what is this?! The Eighth Route Army of Japan?! The Japanese people have always been cruel and inhumane in the minds of the villagers, so how could they have such an enlightened side!

For a while, the villagers' minds had not turned around and the scene was in a mess.

"Long live the Communist Party!" Special Commissioner Ji Ping raised his hand and shouted, breaking the atmosphere of the cold. As an old cadre, of course, he knew how to mobilize the psychological atmosphere of the masses.

"Long live the Eighth Route Army!" The villagers shouted, "All the Japanese can be transformed into the Eighth Route Army, what else can't be done?!

"Down with Japanese imperialism!" The guards and Japanese comrades also shouted! Japanese comrades were not disgusted with the claim of overthrowing Japanese imperialism.

"Friends, our superiors have also sent us valuable instructions. The struggle is long-term and repetitive. We cannot be discouraged by a temporary defeat. If we cannot defeat the Japanese devils in a year, we will fight for two years. If we fail in two years, we will only be three years. Until we drive Japanese imperialism out of China, we must be prepared to fight a protracted war. The enemy wants to copy our nests. Then we will put the battlefield behind the enemy and make a mess of the enemy's nests. We must make a solid wall and clear the fields, always be alert, and try every means to grind the enemy out of the bases and squeeze out the bases..." In the end, the special commissioner Ji Ping was used to mass work. He made a propaganda and inspiring speech and spread the guiding ideology of the superiors that he had just obtained to the villagers.
Chapter completed!