Yangjiagou's militia self-defense captain and sentry Shuanzi hid behind the grass on the hillock, looking into the distance with their hands on their eyes. Shuanzi's legs were shaking like chaff.
"Stop shaking, look at your potential..."
Seeing the sentry bolt shaking violently, the militia captain couldn't help turning his head and glaring at the bolt and scolding him. In fact, he was also very scared.
Although he is the captain of the militia, he is just an honest farmer. The Northern Jiangsu Corps fired a gun, and it has only fired two bullets until now.
The little devils that penetrated were so evil that they appeared and killed people without blinking an eye, just like those legendary evil spirits. Not to mention the villagers were afraid, he, the militia captain, was also afraid, and he couldn't sleep all night long these days.
Shuanzi was scolded. Although he tried to hold back his body from shaking, he looked at the figures getting closer and closer on the path and was so nervous that he could hear his own pounding heartbeat.
The path leading to Yangjiagou winds along the field ridge. The group of people walking towards Yangjiagou did not show any intention of shying away. They came directly with guns in their hands and swaggered over.
In just a while, the small black spots that I saw at first became clearer. The group of people were talking and laughing, treating this place as if they were their own backyard, without any precautions.
"It seems they are not Japanese, but members of our guerrilla army."
Seeing this group of people carrying 79 rifles on their backs and wearing clean gray cotton uniforms from a distance, the guerrilla captain's heart was mostly relieved.
When the sentry Shuanzi heard this, he also poked half of his head out from behind a patch of grass to take a look. Sure enough, neither the clothes he was wearing nor the gun he was carrying looked like a Japs. The Japs' military uniforms were all yellow.
Dog skin, they all recognize it.
"They're still carrying machine guns."
Shuanzi pointed at the machine guns carried on the shoulders of the group in front, full of envy. These regular troops were different. They were more than one level higher than the militia in his village in terms of treatment and weapons.
"Eighty percent of them are here to encircle and suppress a small Japanese army," the militia captain judged.
At this moment, more than a dozen young and strong men with various weapons ran over from the village, huffing and puffing with mist coming from their mouths.
There are only a dozen people in the Yangjiagou militia team, and they have five 79 rifles. Most of them also hold cold weapons such as red tassel guns in their hands. They can only embolden themselves. If they want to kill the enemy, they may not even rush to the enemy.
He had been shot and fell down.
"They are not Japanese soldiers, they are our guerrilla troops."
Seeing the village militia running towards them as if facing a formidable enemy, the nervous look on the militia captain's face had faded.
"You guys go back quickly and ask everyone to stop hiding and go back to the village. Our own team is here to boil water and cook."
The militia captain gave instructions to the militiamen who were stunned and gasping for breath. Then he straightened his clothes and walked towards the team with a smile.
This unit also stopped after seeing the militia captain, and a man who looked like an officer came forward alone.
"Is this Yangjiagou?"
This officer-looking man walked up to the militia captain and stopped. As he spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, pulled one out and handed it to the militia captain.
"Yes, sir, this is Yangjiagou. I am the militia captain of Yangjiagou. My surname is Zhang."
The militia captain fearfully accepted the cigarette offered by the officer and answered respectfully.
The officer glanced at a group of tile-roofed houses in the mountain col and lit a chimney for himself: "We are here from the leader of the world. I heard that a group of Japanese soldiers have been attacking nearby recently. Do you know the situation?"
Hearing what the officer said, the militia captain was sure that this was a guerrilla force coming to help them suppress the small Japanese army that had been causing panic recently, and he immediately became enthusiastic.
"I know, I know, there was an attack on Fanjiawei two days ago, and many people died. Fortunately, our joint defense militia and Self-Defense Force rushed to support in time, otherwise Fanjiawei would have suffered." The militia captain said with lingering fear.
"Can you tell us the situation in detail? Where did the Japanese go?" the officer asked seriously.
"This group of Japs ran away after the attack, and now we don't know where they are hiding."
After hearing this, the officer frowned.
The militia captain looked at the silent officers smoking, and invited them warmly: "The officers have come all the way and they must not have eaten yet. Why not go to the village to eat, and then stay there first, and then go there after discovering the Japanese."
In fact, the militia captain also had his own little thought. Since the guerrilla troops were coming, they had to stay in the village. With them here, he felt much more at ease.
After pondering for a moment, the officer nodded and said, "That's fine, then it won't be too much of a bother."
The militia captain waved his hand and said: "No, no, you are here to help us fight the Japanese. We should thank you."
The militia captain led the way, and the team of more than 100 people entered the village in a mighty manner, immediately making the village, which originally had only a population of more than 100 people, become lively.
Because the Northern Jiangsu Corps has strict military discipline and because Yang Ling said that fighting guerrillas behind enemy lines is like building a house, the foundation must be laid firmly, so the relationship between the army and the people is very harmonious, and the troops are very loved by the local people.
Now seeing the officers and soldiers of the Jiangsu North Corps arriving, the villagers who had given up a false alarm were living in dire straits, but they still brought out the best things to entertain these officers and soldiers who came from afar.
The troops were resting in the village and wandering around. The villagers were busy cooking and preparing to entertain them.
"How many people are there in the joint militia defense teams in your villages? Who is usually in command, and how do you assemble them?"
The officer pulled the militia captain and asked him some strange questions, but after all, he was here to help them fight the Japanese, and the militia captain also answered all questions.
"Sir, didn't I say you would come here in two days? Why did you arrive today?"
The militia captain was also confused. He was informed that the guerrilla troops were coming, but he didn't expect that they would arrive immediately after receiving the notification.
"Oh, the military situation is like a fire. This little devil is killing people and setting fires here. How can we sit still? We rushed over immediately after receiving the order." The officer also laughed and replied with a smile.
"That's true. It'll be fine if you guys come. The little devils won't dare to be arrogant."
The militia captain had always been on tenterhooks, but now that he saw the guerrilla troops approaching, his worries were finally relieved.
Soon, the village had food ready to entertain the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla troops who came to help them.
But when the officers and soldiers of these guerrilla troops saw the food served by the villagers, their faces immediately turned dark.
"I said Captain Zhang, we came all the way to help you fight the Japanese, and you are going to use this thing to entertain us brothers who work hard?"
"Or are you hiding the good stuff and leaving it to the devils?"
The guerrilla officer looked a little gloomy when he looked at the food on the table.
"No, absolutely not." Faced with the big hat being pulled off, the militia captain and village chief hurriedly denied it.
"Um...I didn't know that you guys came so quickly and the preparations were a bit hasty. Please bear with me." The militia captain did not expect that the officer would suddenly turn his back and stammered in his attempt to explain.
"Take care, what the hell, brothers, put your heads on your trousers, this food is not even meaty, how are you acting like a monkey?!" The officer who had been so pleasant just now suddenly turned his back and raised his hand to overturn the table.
Outside, the table was overturned, and the dishes and the food prepared by the villagers were smashed on the floor.
"Sir, sir, let's do it again, let's do it again." The militia captain was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.