Chapter 506

"Yo Xi! You have made great contributions! Very good!" Seeing a long line of convoys from the entrance of the military camp to the warehouse, the Japanese military brigade leader Anxi Dazole's eyes were almost narrowed into a slit, and the bags of grain were almost piled up in the warehouse set up in a corner of the military camp. This batch of unpaid food could allow his brigade to rest and recuperate for a while, without worrying about supplies, and without rushing to the front line to fight to death. The order that the superior asked him to stand on time was simply too understanding for Colonel Anxi. Although he was a soldier of the empire, he also needed to relax.

"Hi! Taijun is wise, he is just a little devoted to his meager power!" Maintaining president Jin Quansun had no intention of making contributions at all. This time, raising grain this time was to make the people in the Sunjiabao area bleed a lot. If he did it twice, he might as well follow the Sunjia parents and the villagers to join the Eighth Route Army.

"Well! Enter the warehouse as soon as possible! Only when the Imperial Army is full can you help you fight the Eighth Route Army guerrillas!" Colonel Anxi reservedly cursed his fingers against the hygiene beards under his nose. In order to make the idiots in these places work harder, he confidently sent nearly a brigade of troops to move around to cheer up and support the local pro-Japanese elements, and also shocked the Eighth Route Army and guerrillas to kill chickens and show the monkeys. These untouchables finally did not drag him down, and the brigade would not have fallen to the point of robbing food everywhere to survive.

"Yes, yes! The grain will be in the warehouse soon, and one or two will not be less." Jin Quanshun nodded and said with a cold sweat on his back. He hoped that Sun Xing, the head of the Sun family, could bribe the overweight guy successfully. Although he tried his best to get the portion, some of them also used sandbags and fish mesh to mix with beads.

The Mainland Association and the Sun family are both dependent on each other. In order to survive this disaster successfully, the two parties spared no effort in cooperation, and paid and provided resources to deal with each other. Finally, the Sun family's plan to be the family was smoothly promoted in a state of uneasiness.

"Yo Xi!" Colonel Anxi nodded and returned to the barracks to solve the problem of food. He could really feel much more at ease. As the saying goes, he has food in his hands and is not panicked. He is not familiar with the land in this area, and he is guarding a large grain warehouse and sleeps much more at ease.

Seeing Colonel Anxi turn away with satisfaction, Jin Quanshun looked at the warehouse full of grain. It turned out to be a temple where the villagers worshipped Guanyin Bodhisattva to save the suffering. He sneered inexplicably a few times, shouted loudly again and transported the food into it as soon as possible.

"Brother Jin! Let's have a sip!" Sun Xing, who was so energetic, turned over from some corner and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Peak Horse Card?" Jin Quanshun's pupils shrank, and he was surprised and surprised. He grabbed it without any politeness, held it in his hand and whispered: "The goods of the Fourth Master?! It's really an old guy like you! Hahaha!" This old guy has always been a hookah pot. When did he rip the cigarettes? It's so rare, but with this cigarette alone, there is no need to explain it. Jin Quanshun knew that their plan really has a way to go, and the cigarette in his hand had already explained everything.

This Pegasus card is not an ordinary cigarette, it is a tobacco factory established by the New Fourth Army in Huainan. The tobacco leaves are all made of top-quality tobacco leaves that are not connected to the branches and are not stained with soil. They are better than the Daying card, Kingfisher card and Xiaodao card. After one tin, there are no tobacco stems from beginning to end. It is extremely popular on the market. Sun Xing took out this cigarette, and the meaning behind it was unspeakable.

"Try one first!" Jin Quanshun swept away the depression in front of the Japanese. He pulled out the cigarette box and skillfully pulled out two, one put into his mouth and the other was thrown back to Sun Xing. Sun Xing happened to draw a match and put it up and said, "Come on, try it, it is absolutely authentic, much better than my hookah."

"Yeah! Yeah! Good thing!" Jin Quanshun squinted his eyes and looked enjoyable. The smell of smoke gave him a unique feeling, "It's so delicious! The fourth master's goods are really authentic!"

The vendors who sell cigarettes dare not understand that it is Pegasus cigarettes produced by the New Fourth Army. They usually call the New Fourth Army the Fourth Master privately, one is low-key and the other is respectful to say that this good thing is always popular. The hot sales of Pegasus cigarettes also provide great help to raise military expenditures of the New Fourth Army. The rich water does not leave any land for outsiders. Most of the cigarettes used by the Chinese Communist Party’s anti-Japanese forces are Pegasus.

"Brother Jin! I've already contacted you. I'll do it tonight, so don't worry!" Sun Xing narrowed his eyes and smiled at the old traitor.

"Okay, okay!" Jin Quansun said three good words in a row, and was suddenly shocked, as if he had thought of something, and looked at the delivery men and said, "Are they among these people..."

"Shh!~~~" Sun Xing quickly silenced and said carefully: "Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know!"

"Yeah!" Jin Quanshun nodded hurriedly. At this moment, the eyes of the civilians who looked at the men were obviously no longer the arrogance and contempt they had before, but were a little more fear. In the words of the Sun family members who were not familiar with the words but refused to give a clear understanding, Jin Quanshun vaguely heard that this time they were not an ordinary team, but the 12th District Team of the Eighth Route Army, the strongest nearby. The 12th District Team is one of the few district teams that can be seen as Japanese forces. No wonder Sun Xing suddenly became so confident and even found such smoke.

The Japanese soldiers standing at the entrance of the temple smelled the smoke and saw two guys handing the cigarettes not far away, and immediately shouted loudly: "Baga! Don't smoke!" The grain warehouse is in a strong place, and fireworks are strictly prohibited.

"Hi!" Jin Quansun and Sun Xing quickly flashed far away. Even a Japanese soldier could not afford to offend them.

Jin Quansun and Sun Xing hid in the distance and whispered for a while, and then acted separately as if nothing had happened. The rest of the matter was no longer related to them. All they had to do was to clear everything and be honestly "good people" of the Imperial Army. This was what Li Wei, the company commander of the Fourth Company of the 12th District Team, told them.

Instead of letting the rookies help you, it is better to let them cool down while making it cool. Professional things should be done by professionals.

After the temple that originally worshipped Guanyin Bodhisattva was occupied by the Anxi Brigade, it no longer had the solemn eyes and incense. The villagers nearby had no courage to worship incense, and the Guanyin Bodhisattva, who saved the suffering, became a clay Bodhisattva across the river, and it was difficult for itself to protect itself. The temple houses of the entire temple were filled with food that was as high as a hill. The incense and candle tents had been thrown aside, and fireworks were absolutely forbidden. Fortunately, the Japanese also believed in Buddhism, and the Buddha statues in the Buddha niche were spared from being pulled down. However, they could only face many bags of food to save all living beings.

A reorganized Japanese military brigade requires a terrifying consumption of five tons of food every day. The soldiers participating in the war have a greater appetite than ordinary people, and the loss is calculated. Nearly eighty tons of food is needed in half a month, which is not considered side food and meat.

Many nearby village heads, landlords and members have already complained. Jin Quanshun, according to Sun Xing's plan, had to add fake food to the grain in order to make up for the amount of food. After learning that the person who had bribed the pounds, became more courageous. He was already good at getting big money into small money, and he didn't want to be so cheap that the Japanese were so good that they could just get 70% of the goods and 30% of the goods. Even if there was any accident, at least more than 10% of the food could be kept so that the people would not be unable to extricate themselves, and they would not have to be pointed at the back of the back of the village.

At night, the Anxi Brigade Army Battalion, which had been lively for a day, returned to peace again. Except for the soldiers guarding and patrolling, most of the soldiers entered a state of rest. The regular troops have always been disciplined. There are no entertainment projects in the area here, and there are no lights at night. Except for the Japanese radio teams who still maintain necessary contact with their superiors and other troops, they basically get dark all day, so they get rid of the trouble and go to bed.

Colonel Anxi relied on his strong army and was not afraid of guerrillas and the Eighth Route Army attacking the camp. After all, the number of people and equipment was equal to the main force of the Eighth Route Army's 11th Division. Some of the Eighth Route Army hit me and the old birthday star were no different from the old birthday boys. Several patrol teams with wolf dogs were placed on the periphery, and according to textbook-style standards, the military camp was vigilant so that it was not leaked.

In the temple occupied by the Japanese army as a grain warehouse, there was only one small team of Japanese soldiers standing at the door and corner to guard against the wall. The temple was originally in the military camp, and the function of a small team was only to prevent accidental alarms such as fire. After all, only if there was a slight abnormal movement, Japanese troops in the barracks from all directions would flock to them.

The faint moonlight shone through the crack of the door on the Buddha statue of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva full of compassionate sentient beings. The atmosphere in the temple seemed cold. The incense and Sanskrit in the past were no longer there. The statue of Bodhisattva seemed to be sad that these foods were about to fall into the belly of the Japanese invaders and become the source of sinful power to kill the Chinese people.

My Buddha is merciful, but these executioners with hands covered with Chinese blood cannot put down their butcher knife and become Buddhas on the spot. Although the believers of the nearby villagers dare not come to burn incense and worship Buddha, they pray silently in their hearts at all times, hoping that the Bodhisattva will appear and bless them to live a safe and sound life.

After all, the Bodhisattva in the clay sculpture is not a truly powerful god and Buddha, and the legend is just a legend. Although the Bodhisattva's face has always maintained the expression of saving all living beings, he can only sit on the lotus throne in the Buddha's niche with some helplessness. Not to mention saving the suffering of the world, it is probably impossible to move even if it moves.

Oh no! It seems that Guanyin Bodhisattva moved slightly just now, almost undetectable.

It was not dazzling, Guanyin Bodhisattva moved a little again, and then it became trembling. If there was a Buddhist believer here, he would probably shout immediately.

"The Bodhisattva has appeared!!!"

The 400 million Chinese nations lost a total of 10 million people in the seven years of war. No matter which country in the world, they were completely destroyed. Even the Jewish nation that was being brutally purged by the fascist ethnic group in Germany was far from as good as that.

Guanyin Bodhisattva trembled really, as if he was really going to step down on the throne of the lotus and save the suffering in the world. The suffering and misery in the world have almost reached a point where the gods who make their hearts cold as iron but are about to move.

The lotus throne of Guanyin Bodhisattva slowly rose up. Just as people were about to truly think that the Bodhisattva appeared, they moved to the side. A pair of hands with dust held under the lotus throne, and powerfully supported nearly a hundred kilograms of stone lotus throne and clay-embred Bodhisattva statue, slowly moved to the side, lifting the weight lightly, without any sound at all.

A two-foot square hole was exposed under the lotus throne. A figure stretched out his head with a long thorn in his mouth and did not notice the abnormality. After catching a sturdy figure, he jumped out of the hole like a cat.

Guanyin Bodhisattva still failed to jump out of the lotus throne to save all sentient beings. The one who jumped out of the Buddha's niche was not Guanyin Bodhisattva, but a person.

The man moved the lotus throne of Guanyin Bodhisattva to the side in the Buddha's niche, completely exposed the entrance of the cave. He patted his hand gently at the entrance of the cave, turned around and jumped out of the niche, tapped the nearby grain hemp bun a few times, landed on the ground like light smoke, leaned gently against the door of the temple, and looked out vigilantly through the crack of the door.

After moving away the hole exposed by the lotus throne, a figure appeared again, and jumped out skillfully without making a sound. He quickly seized another corner of the temple. People kept jumping out of the hole behind him, occupying different positions in the temple tacitly. Those positions were important tactical positions that could launch surprise attacks on the door and windows, and support each other.

In the darkness, these people move quickly and skillfully, walking around in this complex environment of dim light and full of food sacks, without making even a little sound, and communication with each other was just a few simple actions.

One of the people who jumped out approached the door and leaned against the first person who jumped out of the hole. With a few eyes and a few movements, the two agreed to join in. The first person who jumped out of the hole made a step to the side. The other person then took out a curved wire and inserted it into the lock head outside the door through the crack of the door. He pulled it a few lightly. With a slight clang, the lock pin automatically released.

A few iron wires wrapped in plastic leather poked out, as flexible as fingers, gently unbuttoning the chains that tied the door. This is a dangerous, challenging and highly skillful job. If you are not careful, the sound of metal iron chains hitting is no different from a big incandescent lamp in the darkness of five fingers when you are not careful.
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