There was smoke in the yard, and the Japanese cooks were all busy chopping vegetables and cooking. The water in the big pot was boiling and steaming, waiting for the pieces of meat to be put into the pot.
Most of the Chinese people in the enemy-occupied areas had little clothing and no food to eat, and lived in dire straits and hunger. However, the Japanese relied on their bayonets to plunder the people's grain and all kinds of chicken, duck, and fish meat, so that they could fatten themselves up.
Guo Bing and the others had seen too many malnourished and skinny people, and now they saw that the little Japs were eating so well. Comparing the two, they felt angry for no reason, and the way they looked at the Japs was different.
Under the urging of the Japanese cooking soldiers, Guo Bing and others unloaded several carts of vegetables and pork, and they also roughly observed the surrounding situation clearly.
Just as they each selected a target and prepared to kill the Japanese cooks, and then put on the clothes of the cooks and approach the arsenal to blow up, a Japanese officer strode into the yard.
Seeing the Japanese officer who suddenly walked in, the brothers who were about to take action froze, became nervous, lowered their heads in a hurry, and prepared to push the cart to leave.
"Nagata-san, is the food ready?"
The Japanese officer only glanced at the brothers in civilian clothes and the carts, and then turned his attention to the Japanese soldiers in charge of cooking.
"Hey Yi, I'll be ready soon." A Japanese soldier hurriedly put down what he was doing and stood upright and replied.
The Japanese officer ordered: "Send it to the warehouse immediately. The auto soldiers will have to rush back after eating to continue transporting supplies."
"Hi Yi!" The Japanese soldier bowed his head heavily.
After the Japanese officer finished his instructions, he turned his attention to Guo Bing and the others who were pushing the cart and were about to leave the yard; "Stop!"
Although the Japanese officer spoke very bluntly in Chinese, Guo Bing and the others understood what he was saying and froze, thinking that they had been exposed.
Just when the brothers looked at each other and were about to take action, the intelligence officer, who was covered by his identity as a maintenance guild, signaled to the brothers not to act rashly, and then turned around with a smile on his face.
"Taijun, what are your orders?"
"What kind of work do you do?" the Japanese officer asked with his eagle-like eyes scanning the brothers.
"We from the maintenance committee are responsible for delivering pork and vegetables to the imperial army." The intelligence officer from the maintenance committee hurriedly explained.
The Japanese cook also hurried over to prove: "They are good people."
"Yo Xi, good people's work." The Japanese officer's face bloomed with a smile again.
The Japanese officer immediately said: "If you follow me, you will be rewarded greatly."
Everyone felt bitter when they heard that they were going to follow this Japanese officer. Who knew where this Japanese officer was going to take them? This completely disrupted their plans.
But if they don't follow the Japs now, and if they anger the Japs, they will not be able to bear the consequences.
"Yes, yes." After thinking for a few seconds, the intelligence officer of the Maintenance Council hurriedly agreed.
Although Guo Bing and the others were reluctant, they still had to put down the cart and followed the Japanese officer out of the small yard of the Japanese cooking soldiers.
The Japanese officer led several of them to walk north along the road in the village. Along the way, the Japanese guards and patrols kept bowing and saluting, which gave Guo Bing and the others a new idea, that is, to kidnap the Japanese officer.
It can achieve twice the result with twice the result.
But they didn't dare to act rashly. The village of Dabeizhuang was not big to begin with. If the Japs didn't care about the life and death of this Japs officer, then all their efforts would be in vain.
After Guo Bing and the others followed the Japanese officers, they arrived at a clearing. There was a row of Japanese trucks parked here, and about twenty Japanese soldiers stood guard around them.
Several farmyards next to the open space have been opened up by the Japs, and now they have become a storage base for the Japs' supplies and arms. More than 20 people are busy helping the Japs unload boxes of ammunition from the cars.
Seeing this scene, Guo Bing and the others immediately understood what the Japanese wanted them to do here. They wanted them to come here as coolies.
"Yours, assist them in unloading ammunition!"
As expected by Guo Bing and the others, the Japanese asked them to carry the ammunition.
In the past, the Japanese soldiers would recruit a large number of civilians from the local area to help them carry ammunition, dig trenches as coolies, etc.
But now a large number of people in this area have fled, and even those who have not fled are all old, weak, sick and disabled who cannot walk. There is a shortage of labor now, which makes the devils who are used to the help of civilian laborers a little blind and have to do it themselves.
Some physical work.
The Japanese soldiers were exhausted from constantly unloading ammunition. Now that they saw a few strong laborers, they were still willing to let them go, so they hurriedly recruited them.
Guo Bing's original plan was to kill the Japanese cooks, then change into the clothes of the Japanese cooks, take advantage of the opportunity to deliver food, approach the ammunition depot, and then blow it up.
Now the Japanese officer actually brought them here directly, and even took the opportunity to move ammunition to enter the ammunition depot openly. This gave them a feeling of pie in the sky, and the process went smoothly beyond expectations.
Previously, the Japanese had captured more than 20 people from nearby villages who were carrying ammunition, and Guo Bing and others quickly joined the ranks of carrying ammunition.
There were more than twenty Japs guarding the ammunition depot, and two infantry squads had machine guns placed on the roof and in a bunker next to them, monitoring the civilians very strictly.
Now that they were close to the ammunition depot, Guo Bing and the others did not seem to be in a hurry. They followed the others and under the command of the Japanese, unloaded the ammunition from the truck and transported it to the yard and sorted it.
Guo Bing and the others were very excited when they saw the mountains of ammunition piled up in several yards. If they were to transport these back, they would have to arm several regiments.
But now this is an area controlled by the Japanese. It is simply impossible to transport all the ammunition back. Although it hurts, we can only blow it up when the time comes.
The Japanese's car would deliver a batch of things every two hours, including boxes and boxes of bullets, as well as various types of artillery shells and supplies.
What made Guo Bing and the others most tired were the large barrels of diesel transported by the Japanese. They had to unload these heavy oil barrels from the cars and set up a supply station here to replenish the Japanese cars.
Guo Bing and the others were busy until dark, and they were all tired and had backaches. The Japanese did not let them leave, but drove them to the yard next to the ammunition depot and guarded them until they could continue working tomorrow.
After a tiring day, the Japanese only gave them one meal in the evening. Each of them received two cornbread and a bucket of clear wild vegetable soup.
"What a bastard! You kid drinks wine and eats meat, so just give us this." Looking at the clearly visible bottom of the wild vegetable soup, some brothers couldn't help complaining.
"Shh, you don't want your life. It would be terrible if people outside listen."
Hearing this brother calling him "jail", the villagers became nervous and looked outside the yard hurriedly. Fortunately, the jailer guarding them was outside the door and didn't pay attention.
"Little brother, it's good to have some. Eat quickly and go to bed. We have to continue working tomorrow."
A man who had been captured as a coolie drank up a bowl of wild vegetable soup and reminded him kindly.