There is a village five or six kilometers away from the arsenal. Because it is in the hinterland of the base area, almost all the families in the village are Eighth Route Army fortress households.
However, no one expected that one of the houses was ostensibly a stronghold of the Eighth Route Army, but was secretly providing intelligence to the military commander's intelligence point in Mount Wutai.
Early in the morning, there was a dull and rhythmic knock on the door of Zhong Yongfa's house.
Although the other party did not speak, Zhong Yongfa still got up from the bed and started to get dressed.
As a member of the guerrillas in the village, there are signals to communicate with each other and gather together. The knock on the door just now is a signal to gather at the entrance of the village immediately if there is action.
In less than twenty minutes, Zhong Yongfa rushed to the entrance of the village carrying an old sleeve whose rifling was almost worn out and had been eliminated by the main force.
At this time, more than twenty guerrilla fighters had gathered at the entrance of the village.
As soon as everyone arrived, the guerrilla captain who had retreated from the main force said: "Comrades, the superiors have just given an order. In the next two days, we will be asked to help along with more than a dozen guerrillas from the surrounding areas. Of course, this is a busy job
It’s not a hundred gangs, everyone will know it when we get here!”
"Now I order the Zhongcun guerrillas to set off now!"
After seeing the excited expression on the captain's face from a distance, Zhong Yongfa knew that this operation would definitely bring a lot of benefits to the guerrillas, otherwise the captain would not be so happy.
Although Zhong Yusheng still didn't know the content of the operation, as an intelligence officer, his keen sense of smell made him realize that he would definitely be able to find some valuable information from this operation.
After walking for more than an hour, it was almost dawn before the group stopped.
Smelling the faint smell of burning and gunpowder smoke in the air, coupled with the large area of scorched earth in front of him, Zhong Yongfa immediately thought of the Japanese bombing two days ago.
Even though the village was far away from here, the thunderous explosion still clearly reached Zhong Yongsheng's ears. Moreover, Zhong Yongsheng also saw so many planes flying overhead at one time in his lifetime. The formation was particularly shocking.
As the lowest-level intelligence officer of the military command, Zhong Yongfa did not know that the bombers were coming to bomb the Eighth Route Army arsenal, nor did he know that the Eighth Route Army arsenal was in the mountains near the village.
But Zhong Yongfa knew the location in front of him very well. He had been there before, it was a forest at the foot of the mountain.
Now the forest has been bombed into scorched earth, but there are no Eighth Route Army casualties around. Even a fool knows that the Japanese bombing two days ago destroyed the whole forest.
At this time, the captain spoke: "Comrades, you have seen this piece of scorched earth. It was bombed by the Japanese two days ago. We are here for one thing, to find out the bomb fragments in the middle of the scorched earth. That is the best."
Steel, it’s best to remelt it into grenades!”
"The superiors said that if you find one kilogram of bomb fragments, you can exchange them for a bullet. So, everyone should work harder and try to bring ten bullets back when they go back!"
Hearing this, Zhong Yongfa became even more convinced that the Japanese's large-scale bombing two days ago had failed.
Not only did they not achieve any results, but they gave the Eighth Route Army 10,000 to 20,000 kilograms of good iron in vain!
At the same time, a touch of excitement appeared directly on his face. I don't know if his superiors knew this news. If they didn't know, this information would definitely bring him a lot of income.
"Zhong Yongfa, why are you giggling? Others have started to move, why don't you take action!" Suddenly, the captain came over and asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Then he replied calmly: "I only have three bullets in my hand since I got the gun. I have been reluctant to use it and have never fired a gun. This time, I will bring more bullets back with me and shoot the meat."
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"I agree. As long as you bring back more than ten bullets, I agree to you shooting three bullets to practice your marksmanship!"
Two days later, Zhong Yongfa took the intelligence and exchanged it directly from his superior for twenty yuan. Then the news that the Japanese bombing failed soon spread to the military intelligence station in Wutai Mountain.
"How is it possible that the Japanese dispatched so many bombers, with great combat power, and even shot down a few of them, but nothing was blown up, and they even gave the Eighth Route Army 10,000 to 20,000 kilograms of high-speed rail for free!" The intelligence battlefield knew the Japanese bombing target two days ago.
After my subordinates reported it, their first reaction was that they didn’t believe it.”
The deputy station commander also frowned, but he still analyzed: "I don't believe this is true. The little devil is not a fool. After dispatching so many planes, nothing exploded in the end. No one will believe it!"
"However, the person who provided the information was our old intelligence agent. I also gave him twenty yuan. And he repeatedly assured that he saw this with his own eyes. The little Japanese plane dropped all the bombs on a
At the foot of the populated mountain!”
"Also, this man is still a member of the Eighth Route Army guerrillas, and he has been at the place where the little devils dropped bombs for the past two days!"
"You never imagined what they were doing? Because the little devils threw too many bombs, and you could step on several bomb fragments when you step on the bombed area. The Eighth Route Army asked them to collect the fragments and prepare them to be used to make hand grenades.
Send them to the battlefield to kill the Japanese!"
"Because he needed to collect bomb fragments, he walked through all the bombed areas. There was no trace of human activity. It was a completely inaccessible forest!"
The intelligence station chief finally chose to believe: "In other words, the Japanese bombers bombed the wrong target, and the bombs were not dropped at the Eighth Route Army arsenal at all!"
The deputy station commander replied: "It is very possible that the arsenal is in the middle of the mountains, and many of the surrounding mountains look the same from a distance. It is not impossible for the Japanese bombers to choose the wrong target for bombing!"
"No!" the webmaster replied, shaking his head.
"For such a large bombing operation, it is impossible for the Japs not to have ground intelligence personnel to send signals. The planes in the sky may have misunderstood the signals, but the intelligence personnel on the ground certainly cannot have misunderstandings."
Having said this, a look of determination quickly appeared on the stationmaster's face, and then he gave an order.
"Check, we must find out!"
"The superiors are also very concerned about this matter and even sent us a special telegram to confirm whether the Eighth Route Army Arsenal was really bombed. No matter what the cost, we must find out the whole story!"
"If I'm not wrong, my superiors definitely don't want to see the Eighth Route Army having an arsenal. If the arsenal really still exists, then we will be in trouble!"
"What do you mean, webmaster?" the deputy webmaster asked with a frown.
"If the Japanese are unreliable, we have to rely on ourselves. If things turn out to be as bad as we guessed, then our superiors will definitely ask us to destroy the arsenal at all costs. The arsenal is so important, do you think the Eighth Route Army will let us destroy it so easily?" Station
The chief did not hide anything and explained in shocking words.
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