Chapter 1081 Chapter 1090: One of the big troubles in Changzhi City

In the Huali stronghold, Zhu Laoliu, a veteran of the puppet army, guarded the watchtower in the stronghold as before, and passed the time by calculating the little money in his hand.

In my ears, the puppet soldiers in my class shouted and shouted, knowing that they were drinking. Zhu Laoliu was about to remind him, but he found that a team came from outside the store. Despite his own doubts, Zhu Laoliu still

He shouted, then quickly got off the lookout and ran towards the gate of the stronghold.

Because the Japanese dignitaries drew too many troops to fight the Ninth Detachment, this led to a shortage of troops in the entire Lu'an Prefecture area. Many strongholds can only maintain daily operations. Even some strongholds were temporarily abandoned by the Japanese.

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At the gate of the stronghold, Zhao Yuanbao stood silently without saying a word, and Wu Qian was indeed standing respectfully on one side. At this time, they had already crossed the Zhuozhang River with the help of the guerrillas and came to Lu'an Prefecture.

On one side of Handan Chang Avenue.

"Ta...Ta Jun!" Zhu Laoliu nodded and bowed quickly.

"Baga!" Zhao Yuanbao's voice was low, with a heavy murderous intent, as if he was about to drink blood at any time.

Kneeling on the ground with a plop, Zhu Laoliu cried and said, "Taijun, I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

"This is Yamamoto Takun from Yamamoto's Special Forces! Now the special forces have important military information and need to rush back to Changzhi City immediately. Now, all the vehicles in your stronghold have been temporarily taken over by us. Also, hide you privately.

Take out half of the food and wine! Take out all the meat!" Wu Qian said something he didn't believe, his eyes were unquestionable.

"Hi, hey!! Let's go now, let's go now!" Seeing that Zhu Laoliu was still stunned, the squad leader of the puppet army, Kong Laoer, quickly helped him respond.

Zhao Yuanbao and the others were not polite, so they pushed Zhu Laoliu away, who was in the way, and brought all the members of the "Yamamoto Special Agents Team" into the stronghold and searched together.

"It's really worthy of being a locust army. The virtues of stealing things are the same!" Kong Lao Er and the puppet troops watched this, allowing Zhao Yuanbao to drive away the four trucks in the stronghold and ride away three motorcycles.

He even brought a freshly slaughtered goat and half a fan of pork. That was nothing, and the firewood seasoning and large iron pot in the base were also taken away.

The puppet soldiers watched like this, not daring to ask or think. When Zhao Yuanbao and the others ran away, Kong Laoer greeted him, and the puppet soldiers returned to the stronghold and then went whatever they should do.

In a valley three kilometers away from the stronghold, the special forces regarded it as a temporary resting place. Four trucks, three sidekicks and three wheels were parked on the road. Zhao Yuanbao and the others got together with Li Yuexuan and the others.

Wait for the large iron pot at the smokeless stove to open.

Soon, the water boiled, and various seasonings were added. The slightly processed pork pieces and sheep bones began to roll in the water. At this time, the fragrance had already come out.

Li Yuexuan stirred the horse spoon calmly. Wu Qian was indeed using his knife to fly, sliced ​​the mutton for later use... The rest of the special forces, except for the post, were the shelter shelter they were looking for.

Rest in a sleeping bag.

It is true that Li Yuexuan is going to Changzhi City, but he will never be tired and hungry, so he took this opportunity to rest and replenish his energy and physical strength.

More than eight hours passed quickly, the sky was already slightly bright, and Changzhi City was still asleep.

Rumble... The roar of trucks and motorcycles made the Japanese sentry guarding the north gate open their eyes.

Then, the Japanese soldier saw four trucks and three seat fights parked outside the gate.

The sentry did not dare to neglect because he saw Colonel Yamamoto, who was covered in blood and had a ragged military uniform. This looked like he had just experienced a life-and-death battle.

The city gate was opened quickly, and several Japanese soldiers stood in front of the temporary refusal. Looking at Yamamoto Ichiki who was walking over, they were very nervous. They were indeed enforcing disciplines, but it was true that they would be beaten!

"You are doing a good job!" Yamamoto Kazuki even took the initiative to throw the officer certificate to the Japanese soldiers with a kind smile.

"Your Excellency Colonel, please! Please!" The sentry felt his neck shiny, but he still nervously read the ID before returning it to Yamamoto Ichiki. Then, he refused to move away and the convoy entered the city. As for why the convoy was in the convoy.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers holding some hands tied up? The Japanese sentry didn't dare to ask.

In the early morning, Changzhi City seemed to be still sleeping, and there were no crowds of people on the street. There were only a dozen beggars holding broken bowls, leaning on dog sticks, begging along the street. Occasionally, there were a few pedestrians, who were also far away.

Avoid these beggars.

When the convoys full of Japanese and prisoners drove over, the pedestrians ran away, and the beggars ran away. Where were they looking like they were about to starve to death? Is this from the Beggars' Sect?

"Wobu, freshly cooked wobu..."

"Tofu brain, tofu brain... salty!"

"Brewed noodles, sauce, hot dry noodles, Dandan noodles, noodles, fried noodles, sauce, noodles, and noodles, and stewed cakes..."

On the once most prosperous and noisy central street, there are only a few meals selling breakfast, which shows how much harm the ghosts have caused to this ancient city!

Yamamoto's convoy drove slowly and slowly along the side of the street, making the store dare not make any sounds of greeting customers, for fear of provoking the group of living kings in the car.

"Stop! Stop! I'm hungry! I want to eat, I want to eat braised cakes!" The authentic Yubei accent spread far away on the street.

"Baga! Pa..." It seemed that the Japanese were beating people.

"Dog Japanese, I'm a young ancestor! I'm a young man! I'll give you a happy life if you have the ability. Don't wait for 18 years. I'll continue to work with you if I can carry the gun!" The voice was filled with grief and anger, and it was revealed to life.

unremitting.

"Baga..." The Japanese's angry voice was a little sharp.

"Stop!" A low voice, very standard in Chinese: "You, you, take them to dinner! When you are full, you have the means to support me, hehehehe..."

The Japanese who spoke were smiling terrified, as if they were evil ghosts from the underworld.

"Oh... another hero has fallen into the hands of the Japanese! This world..." Someone sighed in a certain corner.

"Brewed noodles, sauce, hot dry noodles, Dandan noodles, noodles, fried noodles, noodles, fried noodles, noodles, noodles, and noodles, and noodles, and noodles, and noodles, and noodles, and stewed cakes..."

The owner of the noodle shop shouted in a stern tone, but it made outsiders feel desolate and excited. Because the two Japanese special forces members, pressing against the Eighth Route Army, who were disarmed and covered in blood, walked into the noodle shop.

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"It's very unreasonable to mix cakes in the noodles, hahahaha... Boss, two bowls of stewed cakes!" An eighth leader broke away and escorted his devil. He sat on the stool with a golden knife, putting his tied wrists on the stool.

On the table, let your left hand take a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo basket.

The hemp rope that tied his hands was exposed outside, and the strange knot made the store owner shocked.

"The stewed cake is serious or not, it depends on being jealous or not!" the store owner said expressionlessly.

"Then use the most serious old vinegar! You have to catch the ice twice!"
Chapter completed!