Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Chapter 117 Little devil, me? ? ? Grandma!

 The unknowing Katsuhisa Muramoto spent an hour and a half from the county seat to Wangcun under the watchful eye of the Eighth Route Army.

The motorized troops of these little devils were very arrogant and did not arrange any soldiers responsible for exploring the way forward.

This is why the situation was urgent this time. The 772nd Regiment did not have enough time to ambush along the way, otherwise they would suffer heavy losses.

Since the road conditions in Wangcun are not very good, the country roads are not suitable for passing cars.

Muramoto Katsuhisa could only order his men to park their cars in the open space outside the village, and then led all the soldiers into the village on foot.

Although Wang Taizhong had given instructions in advance, it was still difficult for the adults in the traitor village to do so and welcomed the swaggering Japanese.

Even if they have not been persecuted by the Japs, the village chief's son still works for the Japs, but the fearful instinct is still difficult to overcome.

Of course there were surprises among the crowd, and that was the children in the village.

Three to six years old is an age full of curiosity. A group of strangers they have never seen before, plus behemoths such as trucks and sidecars, immediately arouse children's desire to explore.

 At this time, several children quickly ran to the Japanese while their parents were not paying attention.

When two middle-aged women saw their children surrounding the Japanese like newborn calves, their expressions suddenly changed, and they immediately rushed to take the children back in panic.

 The man on the side also had red eyes, but he firmly held his wife's hand to prevent them from coming forward.

The expected beatings and scoldings did not happen. These dwarfs, who were less than 1.6 meters tall, took out various gifts prepared in advance from their backpacks.

They showed a somewhat stiff smile and distributed the cans, beef jerky, and candies in their hands to these innocent children. There was even a Japanese devil who let the children in front of him ride on his shoulders.

Muramoto Katsuhisa looked at this happy scene and nodded with satisfaction. Of course, he arranged all of this. Compared with his "brutal" North China Front Army colleagues, he admired the Kwantung Army's approach more.

Only by creating the illusion that the soldiers and local residents live in harmony can it be beneficial to the rule of Jin Province by the younger brother. He believes that it is a very foolish behavior to make people panic. Under high pressure, there must be resistance.

And this kind of thing has no harm to ordinary Japanese soldiers, and even has many benefits.

 First of all, children do not pose any threat to the Japanese. You only need to do it without beating or scolding, and you can win people's hearts, which costs almost zero.

Secondly, after being in the army for a long time, the life of grassroots soldiers will inevitably be boring. Playing with children can even be regarded as an entertainment activity.

 Give the other person something insignificant to eat, just like feeding chickens and ducks at home. Watching the "livestock" fight for food is also a way to have fun.

 Finally, immature children are the easiest to bribe. People will not deliberately avoid children when talking and chatting, and it is inevitable that some valuable news will be heard by the children.

These children will remember the kindness of soldiers because of small favors, and they may get an unexpected harvest one day and get some information about the enemy.

 After all, whether it is the Eighth Route Army or the Shanxi-Sui Army, it is impossible to be so crazy that children have to be on guard.

What’s more, since the war began, the commanders of each occupied area have performance requirements.

 In order to promote "China-Japan friendship", they would take some photos every once in a while to show that they live in harmony with the local people.

Just this month, Katsuhisa Muramoto took three sets of photos. They were him carrying a disabled old rural lady on his back, a child nestling in his arms, and playing with a child in the county town.

These photos have been used as a tool to disintegrate the anti-Japanese armed forces after extensive publicity, and the effect is very effective. I heard that with the Kwantung Army, local people have begun to help my brother country persuade the guerrillas to surrender.

But those fellow villagers living in information cocoons will never think that it is because of the existence of guerrillas that the Japanese do not dare to kill people wantonly in the Northeast.

  But as a Chinese, we must know that bayonets are always hidden in the "candy cubes" the devils give us, and they are full of the blood of our compatriots.

Originally, Wang Taizhong was hiding at the back of the crowd and observing secretly. When the old man saw Xiaori coming to the village, he became a little jealous of Ye Gong. Although he talked about Taijun every day, he began to be afraid when Taijun actually came.

After discovering that the small life was not as scary as the legend said, the old traitor immediately squeezed out of the crowd to welcome the arrival of Katsuhisa Muramoto.

 He was specially dressed in black today, and also had a pair of sunglasses, and his thin hair was parted in the middle. Seeing Lieutenant Colonel Xiao Zhi glance over, Wang Taizhong immediately bowed and nodded to say hello to him in broken Japanese.

Hearing this hometown dialect that was a bit like Hokkaido dialect, Muramoto Katsuhisa realized that the person in front of him should be Wang Lu’s father, so he said in Shanxi dialect with a clear accent:

“You don’t need to be so polite, old man. I can also speak Shanxi dialect. Your son works under me, so we have some affection for each other.”

Muramoto Katsuhisa's words were simply flattering to the old immortal, and a chrysanthemum smile appeared on his already wrinkled face.

Wang Taizhong never expected that the young man opposite him would value his son so much and even know who he was. As an old gangster who once lived at the bottom, he immediately said with a flattering face:

"Taijun, my son is dedicated to serving the Locust Army. Our village also warmly welcomes the Locust Army as a guest."

“I know you like to listen to operas, so I asked the villagers to find the best old man nearby. His voice is really amazing!”

“Let him sing a song in a while to welcome all the distinguished guests from Japan’s brother country.”

After hearing about the opera, Katsuhisa Muramoto, an old devil, immediately became energetic. Opera was one of his few hobbies. This arrangement of Wangcun is really an unexpected surprise.

But there were still important matters at hand at this time, and he had to set up some simple defenses first to prevent being caught off guard by the nearby Eighth Route Army. Moreover, the soldiers' residences and parking areas also need to be dealt with, so as not to pick up the sesame seeds and lose the watermelon.

"Okay! It seems that Village Chief Wang is also an elegant person. I must communicate with you. But this arrangement must be postponed to the evening, and we still need to do serious things first!"

“I wonder if there is any free accommodation in your village? Otherwise, my soldiers will have to sleep in the open.”

The old traitor had already considered these trivial matters, and he immediately sent people diligently to bring the young people to a room that had been prepared in advance.

However, he had not expected that people would come by car, so he could only temporarily arrange for some villagers to open a parking lot. To show his loyalty, the old immortal even took the initiative to take over the job of building fortifications.

With sufficient labor force, the Japanese finished the work that originally took one or two days in just one afternoon.

Muramoto Katsuhisa immediately felt a lot more at ease after knowing this, and even rewarded Wang Taizhong with a pack of Harmony brand cigarettes. The sun sets in the west and it’s evening.

Under Wang Taizhong's arrangement, the traitors set up thirty tables of banquets in front of the village stage, including all kinds of meat that they would not eat on weekdays.

In order to please Muramoto Katsuhisa, the old man sent people to the county town a few days ago and spent a lot of money to prepare a lot of sake.

Such a battle really surprised the Japanese. They didn't expect that they could have a good dinner in such a remote place.

　　When Leader Li came on the stage, Katsuhisa Muramoto recognized the person on the stage immediately.

The old devil's expression suddenly changed. Being suspicious by nature, he immediately thought of many possibilities. Then he sat up and put his right hand on the saber:

“Village Chief Wang, what’s going on with this old student? He looks very familiar to me, and why do I feel that he was a little reluctant when he came to power?”

Hearing the other party's question, Wang Taizhong's expression was also a little unnatural. Although it was important to please the Japanese, considering the identity of the other party, he decided to tell the truth.

"Taijun, you know that our place is a small place and it is difficult to find any decent troupe. Even today's accompanist was improvised by the villagers."

“This old man passed by our village a few days ago and wanted to take the road to visit his distant relatives. However, he had some unpleasant encounters with the young men in our village, so we left him with us temporarily.”

"It happened that the princes came to our Wang Village, so I forced him to sing a performance. He said he was from the county town. Do you know him?"

 Hearing this explanation, Muramoto Katsuhisa mentally analyzed the possibility of the matter. After thinking for a moment, the old devil felt that this explanation was very reasonable.

 Furthermore, he found it very interesting when he saw a person who had a grudge against him holding back his anger and performing for him.

Although the accompanist's level is not very good, the level of leader Li is certainly nothing to say.

Moreover, the song he prepared today was from the performing arts catalog of the pseudo-North China Broadcasting Association. The song "Borrowing the East Wind" made the Japanese mesmerized.

 After singing the song, leader Li stepped off the stage and changed his clothes without even taking the step of thanking the "audience". But Muramoto Katsuhisa didn't care, and he even thought that such a move was in line with the other party's psychology.

 After returning to the simple dressing room, the old man wiped off his makeup, then sat on a stool and started to put on new makeup. Before putting on his clothes for the next performance, he wrapped the detonator around his waist and said to himself in the mirror:

“Family members, please wait for me. I will meet you in a moment.”

 Leader Li performed very hard when he returned to the stage. He even made breakthroughs in skills that had not improved for many years, and his level was completely close to that of famous actors.

Although the other party’s costumes were a bit mismatched, Muramoto Katsuhisa just felt that the performance conditions were limited and didn’t think much about it.

 While singing, the song that was supposed to reach its climax suddenly stopped.

 But Leader Li did not panic. He adjusted his costume and looked around. At this moment, it seemed as if his family was beside him.

With red eyes, he stared at the enemy of his whole family, as if he wanted to swallow Muramoto Katsuhisa alive.

“Hateful of the Japanese pirates’ war, they raised troops to invade the country, and the heroes asked Chang Ying to go out generously.

 The sons and gentlemen have unrequited ambitions and drink hatred on the battlefield. They shed green blood and yellow sand and their majestic spirit will last forever.

 Lianglangshan, I can’t take revenge for you! "

Muramoto Katsuhisa considers himself a China expert. When he heard the first sentence, he felt something was wrong. But after all, it is a piece I have never heard before, and even if it is sung a cappella, it is very powerful and soul-stirring.

 But the more he heard this word, the more wrong he became. The old Japanese man became so angry that he couldn't bear it, took out his Fourteenth Style Southern Style, and fired a shot at the old man on the stage.

Leader Li was shot in the chest, took two steps back and fell to the stage. With a gunshot wound, he sang the last line with all his strength. He looked at the Japanese officer who shot him with the utmost pride and contempt.

Muramoto Katsuhisa first glared at Wang Taizhong fiercely, and then walked towards the old man on the stage. He wanted to see why the other party dared to scold him.

At this time, Team Leader Li was already dying. When he saw his enemy coming to his side, he said with the strength of his reflection: "Little Japan, I will protect your grandma."

Originally, the old devil wanted to continue shooting, but suddenly he smelled a burning smell. After seeing the old man's smiling mouth, he suddenly understood what the other party was going to do.

 But such a close distance did not give him any time to react. The violent explosion swallowed up his body at once, and Wang Taizhong and more than 20 young people in the front row died together.

 All the Japs present were injured to varying degrees.

Before his death, Katsuhisa Muramoto briefly recalled his life, but there was one thing he still didn't understand.

　　Why is it that our brother's country is richer than the Republic of China, its soldiers are more elite than preserved fruits, and its weapons are more advanced than its enemies? They even have Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, advanced fighter jets, and aircraft carriers.

The mainland of the Republic of China is full of warlords fighting, gangs are rampant, and most of the people are illiterate and afraid of death. Heavy industry is basically out of the question, there are countless airplanes, a few broken boats are dangling in the Yangtze River, and people are in panic.

But it has been more than four years since the war officially started, and the situation has actually become stalemate. To be pessimistic, it can be said that the future is dark.

 As if overnight, everything changed.

 Warlords can unite and gangs can stay clean. Illiterate people don't want to be traitors, and obedient people are sometimes not afraid of death.

 As an aggressor, he will never understand. The soldiers and civilians of China have long been firmly engraved in their bones to be strong, brave, and fearless.

The moment they heard the explosion in Wangcunli, Huang Yourong and Guan Weimin knew that the old man had died. Although the two were in different locations, they performed the same behavior.

With tears in their eyes, they ordered to the soldiers behind them:

"A rapid mortar fire! Shoot for me! Don't save ammunition! Comrades! Charge for me! Avenge Team Leader Li!"

 As a round of artillery shells fell, the bugler held the bugle and puffed up his cheeks to sound the battle call for attack.

The high-pitched and loud charge horn resounded in the night sky.

There will be more later

 (End of this chapter)