"My uncle said that if anyone who doesn't know or brings a gun into the village, go and tell him." That's what the child said.

"My uncle and others have several, and they also have guns." The child was not very good at counting, so he compared six or seven fingers with his two little hands.

"My uncle and the others are not far outside the village." No matter how they asked, the other person who answered was not far outside, so he could only lead the way.

The child was walking in front, Hu Yiheng followed closely behind the child with a rifle, and Ma Liang was responsible for breaking the rear.

Not long after leaving the village, the child who led the way suddenly left the path and walked into the wilderness.

Hu Yi still followed, but began to wonder. Does the plainclothes team need to hide in the wild? This situation is a bit strange and unreasonable. It is said that children's words are the most true. Children have no lies, and the little girl is also considered a child, right? Who can tell lies?

As the path was getting farther and farther away, the terrain became more and more complex, and the surrounding vegetation became more and more dense. Hu Yi thought about it more and more, and he raised his hand to stop the team following behind him, and said to the child leading the way in a deep voice: "Stop!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words were finished, the child suddenly started running forward. Hu Yi wanted to reach out and grabbed him, so he instinctively put the butt on his shoulder, three points and one line. The back of the eight or nine-year-old child was running was reflected into Hu Yi's slightly narrowed eyes, but the trigger seemed to be very heavy and Hu Yi couldn't pull it.

"Scatter on the spot, keep a secret and alert!" After saying this to his back, Hu Yi put away his gun and chased forward.

Although the child was young, he was familiar with the terrain and had many obstacles. He immediately became as clever as a little monkey, jumping and moving, making Hu Yi, who was chasing behind him, feel ache in his toothache.

Despite this, the child's physical strength and pace cannot be compared with that of adults, let alone Hu Yi, who was ruthless. A few minutes later, under a short cliff, he was finally caught by Hu Yi.

Any veteran who walked out of the smoke of gunpowder would be more or less different from ordinary people. Some were very thin and had poor fighting skills, but they could always survive hand-to-hand combat; some lie among the dead, and even on the night when they were unable to see their fingers, they could know how many living people were within a radius of fifty meters; some could even accurately predict their death time, so they were absent and tried to avoid it, but they still died. Although they were killed by the firing squad, they really knew that they died very punctually.

The wind suddenly stopped, the leaves were motionless, and the surroundings were quiet, so quiet that Hu Yi could only hear the child's panic breathing and the heartbeat that was decreasing in his chest. It seemed that he had experienced this feeling before.

Hu Yi slowly let go of his hand holding the child's collar, and his body was as quiet as the leaves beside him, not moving. He considered how much chance he would not be hit if he rushed out to one side, or simply raised his gun and surrendered, and how much chance he would be let go by the other party.

"Are you...Squad Leader Hu?" Just before Hu Yi took action, a voice came from the low cliff.

Then, six or seven gun-carrying figures stood up from behind the grass on the low cliff. The person who spoke was pale and thin, and his beard was unshaven. Hu Yi finally recognized him. He was Lao Luo...

Since the last time he was fished by a plainclothes team, the group established by Lao Luo has been completely finished. Although he was very discouraged, he was unwilling to give up and felt that he had no shame to meet people. So he did not leave here to find the organization, but instead gathered a few villagers again, determined to form a Qingshan Village guerrilla team. Wherever he fell, he still wanted to get up!

Since the plainclothes team has already known their background, they usually don’t easily enter the village. The child who leads the way is the nephew of one of the team members, and this child is what Lao Luo and the others put in the village.

...

It was dark, and in the hidden valley, there were two bonfires lit at a distance. On one side were the guerrillas and on the other side were the 9th gang.

Luo Fugui ate all the dry food in his hand, turned his head to look at the fire over there, and turned around and whispered in dissatisfaction: "Grandma, who helped whom? He also said he wanted to find them to eat and drink. Now, we have all the food for tomorrow into their mouths! What's this called?"

Liu Jianqiang glanced at Luo Fugui: "Don't forget, you are the Eighth Route Army now, and they are also our comrades. They are all hungry, and they can watch it without any worries? Can you be a little enlightened?"

"What's wrong with me talking? Can enlightenment be used as a food? They are so poor and poor relatives can provide some relief. What about us? Who cares about starving to death? What to eat tomorrow? How about enlightenment?"

"You..." Liu Jianqiang was choked by Luo Fugui and his face turned red and his neck was thick, and he couldn't speak.

Seeing that Liu Jianqiang was said to be out of temper, Luo Fugui turned to Xiao Hongying beside the fire again: "I am usually smart, but I am not careful at critical moments! I just agreed to the squad leader to leave some in your name. You are so good. I'm hurrying up and sending it to someone again. Are you full and full?"

"I do!" Xiao Hongying answered angrily, and didn't even look at Luo Fugui, and kept poking the bonfire with a branch.

Hu Yi did prepare a copy for the little girl alone, but the little girl felt uncomfortable because of the last accidental injury. Although she refused to admit it, she felt that she owed them and forced her to give the share that she left for herself to them.

Ma Liang was listening to Luo Fugui's annoyance and spoke impatiently: "Is it over? What's the difference between more and less? Can you close your car mouth? With the squad leader here, what are you worried about?"

...

There are stars in the sky, faintly dotted, and there is no moon. I can't see much farther away from it, so I can only barely identify a few dark mountains not far away.

Hu Yi was watching at the top of the mountain, thinking about the next step of Class 9. By chance, he really found Lao Luo. Unfortunately, things went against his wishes. The other party was hungry, and in desperation, he gave away all the dry food from Class 9.

Lao Luo and the others didn't know the situation of the independent regiment at all. They just simply thought that Hu Yi and the others were on a mission as usual. Squad 9 was from the army, so of course it was not convenient to ask more questions. Hu Yi was not good at saying anything to Lao Luo and the others. He couldn't say anything. The regiment no longer cared about us. We can't give you all the food for the past two days, right? Hu Yi couldn't say this.

Just as Ma Liang said, Hu Yi felt that it was no difference between more and less one day. Reducing expenses was useless, and opening up the source was the fundamental reason. Gao Yidao had to snatch it from the Japanese. If he could succeed, he would definitely get rich overnight. However, Hu Yi didn't want to make this score. The risk was too high and the cost was too high. Class 9 could not do this big job. Hao Ping wanted to talk about his ideals and patriotism with the rich gentry. Hu Yi felt that this idea was actually good. As long as you are careful and cautious, you might not raise too much, but life should be enough, right? But he is not Hao Ping, and he has no clever mouth in nature. Hu Yi can't learn such elegant moves!

After thinking about it, it seems that I can only return to my old career. Not to mention the courage back then, after becoming the Eighth Route Army, wouldn’t I also attack a large Song family? Since there is a Japanese and puppet area ahead, why not choose a bigger one and do another vote?

Hu Yi made up his mind and prepared that after Ma Liang came to change the whistle, he would go to Lao Luo to ask about the situation. Of course, he asked in a low-key manner, because it would be better not to let Lao Luo know about this kind of thing.

Before he knew it, footsteps rang behind him. Hu Yi thought it was Ma Liang, but when the other party approached, he realized that it was Lao Luo.

"Squad Leader Hu, it's me. It's nothing. I just come up and say thank you. Haha." Lao Luo walked to Hu Yi slowly and smiled unnaturally, although the smile could not be seen clearly in the dark night.

“It’s nothing.”

"The first time I saw you Class 9, I saved my life. I saw you again today and saved me from hunger for a few days. You are my nobleman, thank you for your ability to bear it."

Since Lao Luo is here now, Hu Yi decided to say something that should be said: "Lao Luo, you are familiar with the ground. I want to ask, are there any rules for the plainclothes team nearby?"

Lao Luo lowered his head and thought: "They also live in these villages, and there are all kinds of idle people. They gather together in small groups during the day, wander around, and go back to their own houses at night."

"Well, then who is the most famous landlord nearby?"

Although Hu Yi asked abruptly, Lao Luo did not think much and blurted out: "The Li family in Luoye Village in the east is the most famous." Without waiting for Hu Yi to continue asking, Lao Luo seemed to be interested and continued: "In a radius of fifty miles, his Li family is the largest, and the two Li brothers are two. The eldest son called Li Youde and became the maintenance president of Luoye Village. The second son named Li Youcai, who is a gambler. He became a traitor and became a plainclothes team. He often appeared in the green water shop."
Chapter completed!