Chapter 459

The 12th District Team's safe area cleaning work was carried out under the order issued by the Eighth Route Army headquarters that local troops organized attacks on enemy strongholds. The actual military plan and intelligence security work were carried out in parallel to protect the arrival of US military squads in the Chinese New Year.

On March 25, the Eighth Route Army Central Military Region launched the third campaign to attack the puppet army Wu Culture Ministry. On April 1, the Eighth Route Army Taihang Military Region launched the Water Forest Campaign. On May 1, the troops of the Lunan Military Region successively launched attacks on the puppet army Rongziheng's troops, severely attacking the various puppet army units that were Japanese lackeys, and isolated the main Japanese troops.

The Japanese army, who was fooled by a series of combined military operations of the CCP troops, had not yet reacted. After the major achievements of the Eighth Route Army's Shandong Military Region troops achieved in the spring attack, they took advantage of the victory to launch a summer offensive.

The active military operations of each base area directly resulted in the expansion of the base area. The original unconnected base area broke the blockade of the Japanese army's net locking columns and other blockades, and successively connected them into pieces. Qinghe and Hebei-Shandong Border Region were merged in the Shandong Military Region to become the Bohai Military Region, and southern Hebei-Shandong-Henan merged into the new Hebei-Shandong-Henan Military Region. The scope of activities and influence of the corresponding main forces of the 11th Division gradually increased.

A mere island country, trying to dominate Asia and also intends to challenge the world's major powers. Its own innate shortcomings have finally become a fatal factor in the failure of Japan's Greater East Asia to prosper. The military power has exceeded the critical value that the national economy can bear. The occupied land has repeatedly resisted and resource plunders have been continuously damaged. Japan's production capacity is almost a hundred times worse than before the war.

Just when the Japanese base camp was in a panic, he was forced to launch another southern invasion campaign, trying to use war to support the war and directly plunder the finished resources.

A small team of people, under the cover of the CCP’s underground transportation line, quietly entered the granary that both the enemy and our side attach the most importance to in the North China region, the Hebei region!

The connection between cage policies was broken and broken. During the farming season, crops were almost extremely fragile in the war, and even the entire sorghum field could be burned with just one fire. The Japanese were reluctant to fight to the death and established a large unmanned area in the central Hebei region. The Japanese and puppet troops in the stronghold could only hold their anger and let the local guerrillas and armed forces do whatever they wanted.

"Harry, look! ~The civilians are waving to us!" The bridge of the nose is tall, with blue pupils, blonde hair, and a tall woman wearing ordinary Chinese costumes, excited and curiously following the team on the ridges between the sorghum fields.

"I saw it! The people here are not afraid of being alive at all! ~ Miluni, do you want to say hello to them? They won't take out bows and arrows like Indians to shoot us! ~ I promise!" The team was also nearly two meters tall, with shrink-colored hair and high noses, and the foreigner Huaiwu, holding a camera hanging on his chest, keeping aiming at him, as if he was about to capture some shot.

"Haha! ~ Harry, you are really good at joking! This is China, not an Indian settlement in the Andes! ~ You are like me, Murdoch. You have to read more books about China before coming. This is such a wonderful country!" A thick red-haired man next to a foreigner named Harry looked omniscient. However, he could not hide his curious look in his eyes, just like a Chinese looking at a diorama, and he had the urge to study everything carefully about new things in foreign countries.

"Civilians?! Cut?!" The English translation of the team chuckled secretly. You guys were red-haired and green-eyed. They looked like monsters. Ordinary people were still scared away?! The people standing in the fields were all guerrilla comrades who had touched the dead heads in advance. They would not draw bows and arrows, but they would only draw out boxes and cannons.

The three foreigners in the team are really fresh in everything they see! ~ The translators and guides in the team are completely speechless, so they can only slow down and let the three foreign guests watch while walking.

"Why don't there be war here! ~ Hey! How does this crop grow? I like to seduce people so much, will there be bugs?" The Chinese woman wearing a semi-Western short skirt also held a camera and had a bitter face. While walking, she complained in her heart that the sorghum Yazi on the side of the road always wanted to hook her skirt, which made her always carefully pull out the sorghum branches and leaves that stretched horizontally towards the ridges.

"Miss Jasmine, this is not the back garden of the Ta Kung Pao. Maybe in the blink of an eye, this place will become a battlefield!" A thin man in his hand, with a civilized stick, greasy hair, and a jungle adventure outfit, pretended to be serious and answered the female reporter's complaint.

"Editor Wenda, look at what you said, can the back garden of the Central Daily News be turned into a battlefield at any time?" Seeing the thin man, the Chinese woman named Jasmine, had a face that was neither salty nor light. Obviously, she had no good impression of this thin man.

"That's not the case. Although our Central Daily News reporters are not killing enemy leaders on the battlefield, they are also born and die, turning the battlefield into the back garden of our Central Daily News." The thin man spoke in a flash and casually removed the sarcasm of the female reporter from the Ta Kung Pao in taking advantage of the topic. The Central Daily News editor who can enter this team is not a waste of money.

He pointed to the female reporter who was not tempted by the thin editor of the Central Daily News from time to time. A young martial arts team member in charge of the protection task behind the team whispered to the older martial arts team member beside him: "That female land is called Jasmine, this one is really nice! She looks like a flower."

"Shhh!" The older armed forces team immediately gestured to the young armed forces team, pointing at the back of the people, and then observed that the people in front of the team did not react at all, and then said in a lower voice: "That is a reporter. He is not the real name, but a pen name, and is specially used to deceive people. Even if he says the wrong thing, no one knows who it is. The three foreigners in front are also reporters who play with pens and post articles to newspapers and can get wages and support their families. They don't have to work hard to do hard work, and they don't have to go to the ground to eat, don't be frozen or sun-dried. It's easy."

"Oh!~ It's great to be a reporter! It's not like we can fill our stomachs with our hard work, travel around and show off the ink in our stomachs, which is much better than our farmers. Look at their skin, they are white and tender, and they are more beautiful than Sister Xiaoru in our village." The young martial arts team member's eyes shone brightly and he said with envy: "When I learn more culture in the future, I will be a reporter in the future. Uncle Hu, do you think this editor is a big reporter or a big reporter!"

"I don't know this, this, I'm probably the same big one! ~ I saw that Jasmine, who was a reporter, didn't give the Wen Editor a good look?" The older martial arts team member touched his head. He had more knowledge than young people, but he might not know everything.

"No, this time the superiors asked us to protect them all the way. They just wanted them to see the anti-Japanese war situation in our base. I heard that there will be big people coming in the future! By the way, boy, you have to keep it secret, don't talk to others!" The older martial arts team member suddenly realized that he had talked too much. He hurriedly said to the young martial arts team member beside him.

"Yes, yes!~" The young armed forces team immediately nodded seriously.

In this team, five Chinese and foreign journalists, protected by more than ten elite soldiers of the armed forces, crossed the enemy's blockade line and continued to move into the base of the 12th District Team.

There are still many crops in the farmlands of each village that are the staple food for the people. In addition to traditional crops such as sorghum, corn, wheat and buckwheat, the 12th District Team has also introduced new varieties of potatoes, American sweet corn, and sweet potatoes from abroad.

"Stop moving forward!"

“stop!~”

The guide in front of the team suddenly stopped, and the translator behind him also warned the three foreign journalists at the same time.

The team that was still chatting and laughing just now immediately calmed down. The three foreigners were gone and their faces became solemn. Although they were told before departure that they might face emergencies. However, when they encountered an accident, their hearts were like a huge rock that would crush their fragile heart at any time.

The warm wind in early summer blew across the corn fields that had just entered, and the corn fields covered the hilly area, waving like waves. In addition to the birds flying by from time to time in the sky, the crop fields were quiet.

"What's going on?!" Harry, Miluny and Murdoch three foreign journalists looked nervous. When the gun fired, it doesn't matter whether you are from the United States of America or from which newspaper you are from. No matter which soldier on either side, they will fight against each other's enemies in life and death. There is no mercy at all.

The reporter of Ta Kung Pao, Jasmine, had a pink face. As the Chinese newspaper that knows the best of Japan, the Japanese have long known about the cruelty of the Japanese. It was terrible that they were not killed by gunfire, but humiliated by Japanese soldiers to death. The Central Daily News editor also shook slightly and was unlucky. However, he liked to say a few tough words, so he was elected to participate in this joint secret interview between China and the United States.

"Look! Over there!~" The guide in front of the team suddenly pointed to the hills more than 500 meters to the right. A white flag with the red sun was shaking between the corn on the low slope, as if there were many people moving.

After a while, a team of soldiers appeared in the sight of the guide and others, as if they were patrolling.

"It's Japanese! ~ Hurry up, lower yourself!" The guide was shocked to find that it was actually a team of Japanese soldiers, and there seemed to be a puppet army behind him.

Just as he and the reporters were panicked and hiding with the corn crops, the reporters had no experience and encountered a few corn plants. The extremely swaying corn poles did not escape the sight of the Japanese and puppet soldiers. The Japanese and puppet soldiers who were facing a great enemy immediately scattered and scattered, opened a scattered line and surrounded them.

Bang! ~ Gun is the courage of a man. The bullets made the corn pole break. Following the escort team of the armed forces, two female reporters hiding in the cornfield ignored the ban on making a random statement when they set off. They couldn't help but screamed in fear, completely revealing the truth about the people in the cornfield.

"Oh no!~ Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!~" The captain of the escort team of the escort team patted his head and complained with a very bad look. He was about to arrive at the base of the 12th District Team. Before the 12th District Team arrived, he was unlucky and encountered the enemy patrol team, the two women were still screaming like a pig killer.

The group rushed out of the cornfield in a hurry. The corn pole was no better than the reed pole in the autumn. When the bullets hit, they could see branches through the branches and leaves through the leaves. If it weren't for the guide and translator in the team who were extremely responsible for making constant calls and reminders while running, and not letting others run away like headless flies, of course, the price of speaking was that the enemy's bullets chased the nearby corn.

Hearing the panic screams of women in the cornfield, the Japanese soldiers immediately howled excitedly. Three-year-old big-headed soldiers, the sows were as good as Diao Chan, "Miss Flower! ~ Hahaha! ~" "Miss, Misi!" The Japanese soldiers in the scattered line screamed in a strange voice, and chased them even more anxiously.

"Who is it?!" The team leader Ken Nakamura, who didn't scream with his subordinates, was a little strange. Seeing the other party turning around and running, he knew that the persimmon was so soft that he immediately ordered the security team leader to say, "You guys, hurry up. If one of them is let go, your first one will die."

Even if the military ranks are the same, the Japanese army is generally higher than the puppet army, which can be considered as the combat effectiveness and race are directly divided into high and low levels. In some public security areas, there is a Japanese soldier who can order three puppet troops. If the same task is given, the squad leader of the security team has to obey the orders of the Japanese squad leader.

The two Japanese and puppet troops chased after the armed forces and reporters as if they were in dispersed. More than a dozen armed forces teams faced more than 100 Japanese and puppet soldiers. Even if they couldn't win, it would be fine to escape and save their lives. However, the reporters in the team became dragging them. It doesn't matter. At least men, Westerners are also strong. When they run, they can take care of two small and weak female reporters and run together. The news editor of the Central Daily News was so scared that he was dragged like a pile of mud. The two armed forces team members, one on the left, were dragged like a dead dog. The corn pole that rushed up was tilted and turned straight to his crotch. The jade pole that rebounded went straight to his crotch. The editor's depressed expression was not sure whether it was pain or fear.

Almost half of the armed forces escorted the reporters were separated from the rear, and the mullet guns in their hands were fired continuously. However, in the cornfield, the lethality of the short gun was obviously not as good as the rifle. Although the corn pole was weak, it could not hold up too much, which also affected the range of the pistol bullets.
Chapter completed!