Duan Cheng was shocked and thought they had discovered something. His face suddenly turned pale, his calves were soft and trembling. He pretended to be tough and said, "How can you do it? Fuck him, a Japanese devil, the money beauty won't be the turn of our soldier."

"Hahaha, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. How can a beautiful woman in money make us willing to be slaves of the country?" The man slapped Duan Cheng's shoulder vigorously.

The other people saw Duan Cheng's expression a little abnormal, and just thought it was because they remembered the cruelty of the Japanese torture. Who had never suffered these tortures? Their faces twitched in the same way. The Japanese simply didn't treat Chinese people as humans.

Duan Cheng changed his clothes with them, buried his disguised military uniforms, went to find a formal guerrilla team, and also found a way to send Duan Cheng back to Taihang Mountain.

On the way to find the guerrillas, they were not very smooth. After escaping from Taiyuan City, they finally found the local guerrillas. Before they could safely take it, the brigade of the Japanese began to sweep. Sometimes the sudden battles made the guerrillas overwhelmed. The situation was always bad, and the more diverted it was more than the battle. Duan Cheng cursed the old man Duan Guishan desperately in his heart. He wanted to force his son to death on the battlefield. He didn't hold back when fighting with the Japanese devils. Anyway, you either die or I live.

In order to allow Duan Cheng to return to the Eighth Route Army smoothly, the traitor team of the Japanese devils and Duan Guishan spent a lot of money. The spies who inserted the Eighth Route Army in the past were either either red or could not withstand investigation and were exposed. Duan Cheng, the Eighth Route Army guard soldier, can be said to be seamless. Although the Japanese devils and puppet troops were blocked by the guerrillas where Duan Cheng was located, they did not attack with all their might and kept bluffing and driving the guerrillas to Taihang Mountain. Even Duan Cheng didn't know his side, and spies were inserted among the people who participated in the prison robbery.

Since enjoying the comfortable life of fine wine and food and beautiful women, Duan Cheng couldn't even understand why he was so afraid of death now. As soon as the gun was fired in the battle, he couldn't help but have the urge to throw the gun down and run away. After a battle, he felt as if he hadn't fired a few shots and sweated endlessly. If he hadn't seen that he was still in the guerrillas, he had to hold his head and hold on.

In Duan Cheng's eyes, it turned out that life in the Eighth Route Army headquarters was like heaven compared to the life of the guerrillas. Sometimes it rained heavily when walking in the wild, and sometimes it had to be transferred immediately as soon as the meal was ready. The streams in the mountains and forests even contained toxins after the decay of the trees. Many comrades, including Duan Cheng, had their feet ulcerated, and they might be suddenly woken up and transferred in the middle of the night.

In this irregular state, Duan Cheng finally couldn't hold on and fell ill. He was still very ill, vomiting and diarrhea, and his whole body was drained. Sickly, he was sent to a house where he was hunted in the mountains, but secretly he was a house where the underground intelligence station was secretly. The puppet troops who were told passed by the house while searching the guerrillas, pretending to be unable to recognize Duan Cheng.

Lying on the hospital bed, Duan Cheng felt as if he understood why the old man chose him to lurk back to the Eighth Route Army and be an undercover agent for the Japanese, because other traitors and spies either did not have enough cover or could not endure such hardship. However, he fantasized about the "Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Circle" that the future Japanese devils said, and thought about the beautiful women and the huge amount of money, Duan Cheng was still holding on.

Duan Cheng, who was drowsy one day, was awakened by the lively voices outside the house. The mud walls, thatched roof, with only four or five houses, was not so sound insulation. After raising this family for a few days, Duan Cheng finally recovered some vitality under the nourishment of the mountain game and herbs by the hospitality owner. He supported his body and walked towards the main hall. To be honest, it was indeed cold and quiet in the deserted mountains. There were not many lively days outside the house. Although he was usually careful and afraid that others would see any flaws, he felt calm over his heart as long as he didn't say anything. Who would write the word "traitor" on his face.

Hundreds of people came outside the house. They were scattered on the pedestal floor on the hillside outside the house to rest. Duan Cheng stood at the door of the house and looked at it. It seemed like a group of students, with a large number of people. Although they were all tired, they were very energetic. They sat on the ground in groups of three or five. The owner was greeting these students, busy pouring water for them to quench their thirst. He really couldn't understand what these students were doing in this uninhabited mountain valley.

At this time, the owner of the house was leading several people to the big house. As if he saw Duan Cheng standing at the door, the owner of the house immediately rang out: "Come on, let's introduce it, this person is..."

"Duan Cheng!"

"Li Wei?!"

"Why are you here?" Duan Cheng and Li Wei said almost at the same time. Both of them widened their eyes, and they didn't expect to meet each other in such a place.

"You?!" The two of them spoke at the same time, stagnated for a while, and swallowed the words back at the same time.

When the owner saw that the two comrades knew each other, but they looked like they had something to say to each other, and hurriedly said, "You know each other, come on, sit in the room, chat slowly, I'll call other classmates first, you can talk, hahaha." It can be seen that the owner of the house was also very happy to see so many customers coming, and his wife was busy packing the pickled bacon and smoked meat that she had accumulated in front of the stove and putting it on the pot.

Under the guidance of the owner, Li Wei and Duan Cheng sat down. Zheng Tongfu and others beside Li Wei were tactfully helping the owner to do their work.

Duan Cheng felt a little embarrassed and said, "Weizi, tell me first! Haven't you gone out to perform tasks?" Because Li Wei's mission is kept confidential, Duan Cheng didn't know where Li Wei went and what tasks to perform.

"The mission is completed, and now I am going back! ~Why are you here? The Third Regiment? Why didn't I see other comrades along the way?! You are also coming out to carry out the mission?" Li Wei was also wondering, shouldn't Duan Cheng be in the guard company of the Third Regiment headquarters? Why did he come here? Did the Third Regiment also come here? But he didn't see the team of the Third Regiment along the way. And now the Japanese blockade is more tighter than when he came out of the base. How did Duan Cheng run out from the base alone? Could it be that he is carrying out the mission like him?! Li Wei guessed.
Chapter completed!