Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

"Let's talk later, talk later!"

Wu Qianli laughed, and walked towards this strange marching unit after perfunctory Li Yunlong.

"Comrade, it's almost dark today, where are you going!"

Mashiko Shigeo, who was disguised as the Eighth Route Army, turned his head to look quickly.

Because Wu Qianli and the others were wearing casual clothes, Mashiko Shigeo did not recognize Wu Qianli and the others.

"Comrade, we belong to the 129th Division. Didn't Commander Wu and the others have been ordered to fight for safety some time ago? Our troops were ordered to provide support and cover, and we got separated from the main force, and now we are planning to return to the team."

Wu Qianli nodded without any doubts.

There were too many troops in the 129th Division, and he didn't know all of them. In addition, Shigeo Masuko's accent sounded like ordinary Chinese people, so he didn't take it to heart.

"That's it!" Wu Qianli said with a smile: "But it's so late, I think you should rest for one night, and continue on your way tomorrow!"

Mashiko Shigeo was taken aback, and quickly said: "No, we have to hurry up and go back to Jian. If we go back late, I'm afraid our team leader will blame us."

After finishing speaking, Mashiko Shigeo waved his hand, ready to lead the team to move on.

But by coincidence, it suddenly rained heavily in Northwest Shanxi, where rainfall is scarce.

The militiamen who had been training ran into the house to take shelter from the rain.

Wu Qianli said quickly: "It's strange, it's raining."

"Comrade, I think you should not go back to the building in the rain, you should take shelter from the rain first!"

Mashiko Shigeo didn't want to, but they were carrying a small radio. If it was damaged by the rain, I'm afraid it would be a waste of success.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded in agreement.

"In this case, then bother."

After finishing speaking, Mashiko Shigeo waved his hand and led his men towards the nearest private house.

As soon as they entered the door, these devils immediately gathered around the table, picked up the teapot and poured water for themselves without saying a word.

Wu Qianli frowned, feeling something was wrong.

He is very clear about the style of the Eighth Route Army. If they don't take every needle and thread from the common people, they just drink their saliva.

And these people not only didn't notice this, they didn't even say hello.

But Wu Qianli didn't think too much about it, he just assumed that this group of people had just joined the army and their quality needed to be improved.

"Comrade, which unit of the 129th division are you from? Why do I feel like I haven't seen you before!"

Mashiko Shigeo was taken aback, took out a few cigarettes from his arms, and handed them to Li Yunlong and Wu Qianli.

"This is the jurisdiction of the 386th Brigade. We belong to the 385th Brigade. It's normal that you haven't seen it before."

Li Yunlong was stunned: "The 385 brigade? Then this road is far enough!"

"Who said no?" Mashiko Shigeo said with a smile: "Our regiment leader said, let us report to the headquarters when we go back, and report some important information to the deputy commander-in-chief."

"But we are facing a place where we are not familiar with, and the location of the headquarters often changes. We are at a loss now, and we don't know where the headquarters has moved."

"You two, I think you seem to be militiamen in this area. You must know the location of the headquarters? Can you tell me?"

Li Yunlong was stunned: "You don't know the location of the headquarters? I really don't know what your head told you."

"The location of the headquarters is now."

"Here comes the face!"

Just when Li Yunlong was about to speak, the voice of the house aunt came from outside the house.

Immediately afterwards, the aunt came in with a bowl of steaming noodles.

"Comrades of the Eighth Route Army, you have been marching for so long, and it's raining outside again, so eat something warm and warm your body."

Looking at the steaming white water, all the devils frowned.

Seeing this scene, Wu Qianli couldn't help but frowned.

From the perspective of their equipment, this army should at least be the main force of a regiment, but they don't know where the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army is, which in itself is a matter of doubt.

"Eat, why don't you move your chopsticks?" asked the aunt puzzled.

Of course these devils dare not move their chopsticks, they are all worried that the noodles are poisonous.

Mashiko Shigeo smiled and said, "Ma'am, our Eighth Route Army has regulations not to take a needle or thread from the masses."

The aunt laughed: "Comrade, look at what you said, isn't it just a bowl of noodles? What's the point?"

"Didn't your Eighth Route Army often say that the military and the civilians are fish and water? If you are so out of touch, why are the soldiers and the civilians fish and water?"

"Comrade, I have to say a few words about you!" Li Yunlong picked up a bowl of noodles and said, "The old lady has boiled the noodles. If you don't eat them, won't it be a waste?"

"If you want me to say, instead of being modest about this, it's better to kill more devils when the time comes."

Li Yunlong ate the white water noodles in big mouthfuls while talking.

Seeing that Li Yunlong was fine after eating, Shigeo Masuko felt relieved.

"This comrade is right. In the future, we must kill more devils and repay the common people."

After finishing speaking, the rest of the devils also began to fill up the noodles.

But what they did next made Wu Qianli even more suspicious of them.

The coriander in the white water noodles was waved aside by them with chopsticks, and some devils even picked out the coriander inside.

You know, now the entire Eighth Route Army, except Wuqianli, is in short supply of food.

Let alone coriander, even if it is ginger, soldiers of the Eighth Route Army will eat it like a treasure.

Seeing these people's abnormal behavior, Wu Qianli hastily activated his loyal eyes.

Sure enough, like Nan Zao Yunzi at that time, the loyalty of these people was all negative.

There is no doubt that these are definitely not the Eighth Route Army, and there is a high probability that they are devils.

But Wu Qianli didn't intend to expose them now, the militiamen in Baizhuang hadn't formed a fighting force yet, so it was impossible to deal with these people.

If it is revealed at this time, I am afraid Baizhuang will have another bloody storm.

Thinking of this, Wu Qianli turned his head to look at Li Yunlong who was beside him.

"Brother Li, I think it's raining a little less outside, why don't we go to the field to see the crops first, so that the seeds we planted don't get washed away by the water!"

"Huh?" Li Yunlong was stunned: "You kid took the wrong medicine, what?"

Wu Qianli hastily interrupted Li Yunlong's questioning.

"Stop this and that, do you want anything else?"

Li Yunlong stared helplessly at Wu Qianli, and thought to himself: If it wasn't for those weapons and equipment, I wouldn't have given you such a deal.

Wu Qianli turned to look at the aunt of the house, and said with a smile: "Ma'am, this may not be enough, you are cooking some for comrades of the Eighth Route Army."

"It's better to cook some ginger soup and give it to comrades of the Eighth Route Army to get rid of the cold"

"Hey!" The aunt replied, then turned and left.

And Wu Qianli said hello to Mashiko Shigeo calmly, and then pulled Li Yunlong out of the house.