The reason why Zhao Hu wanted to go out was that he kept secretly picking out supplies, and now it was empty. If he didn't replenish anything, Xiaohu would have nothing to do. It was rare to have such free labor, but he didn't want him to do it all day.

There were twenty-two soldiers standing in front of them, most of whom were selected by various military sub-districts. They were all elites in the army before. After arriving at the special forces, they were soon attracted by this novel training method. I never expected that this little person could do earth-shaking things.

After they finished their studies, they had to return to the original troops to be seeds, but the special forces without actual combat is incomplete. In recent days, these top soldiers have all screamed and wanted to go out to practice with the Japanese, which just fits Zhao Hu's thoughts.

With Dr. Zhou's participation, all the soldiers had another cultural study course, which was to learn Japanese. Zhou Zhimin was a top student studying in Japanese Medical College. However, the tiger entered Pingyang and was tied to a copycat by bandits. He almost buried it. After gaining freedom a while ago, he saved many people. Now, due to the influence of revolutionary education every day, he has long been eager to join the army and pick up a gun to fight the Japanese with one-on-one.

Zhao Hu couldn't bear to let this baby lose his money on the battlefield, and could not resist him asking for instructions every day, so he had to give him a hand in training and serve as a field doctor to treat the injured special forces members. In the eyes of Zhao Hu, these special forces members are hard to come by. If one is seriously injured and sacrificed, he will cry.

However, Zhao Hu also secretly ordered all team members that when encountering a battle, no one was allowed to hurt Dr. Zhou, let alone put him in danger.

Unexpectedly, after training, Zhou Zhimin became a sharpshooter. For this reason, the Shen brothers taught him to shoot. Of course, the Japanese level of these two men also became the best in the team.

Apart from these two, the best spoken languages ​​are orangutans and baboons, and they actually have a strong Guanxi flavor. I don’t know how Dr. Zhou taught them. In the words of these two guys, it is similar to chanting scriptures before.

Well, Zhao Hu was defeated. How difficult the scriptures are, the preface is inconsistent and difficult to pronounce. People can read it out. How can they just speak Japanese?

Except for these two guys who didn't care much about their code names, others also nicknamed them according to their respective characteristics. For example, Xu Hongyuan was called Dahuan, Chen Dashan was called Cannonball, Zhang Youfa was called Bayonet, Shen Yuguo was called Left Arrow, and Shen Yumin was naturally right Arrow.

The little guy heard that Zhao Hu was called Erlang God, so he insisted on calling his nickname Gouzi back. He was fine and filial.

Since we were going to enter the city, the weapons Zhao Hu prepared for everyone were mainly short weapons, each with an eight-millimeter pistol, and the assault weapon was a short and concise Bobosha. For this reason, Xiaohu also carefully created a kind of imitation of the eight-one fast loading drum. The number was not large, each with four, and they were hidden in the pick with the gun.

The two big men have heavy lifts, with grenades inside, and a grenade canister, which is the heavy weapon of the whole team. I believe that as long as I sneak into the city, Lao Sangmu will definitely not be able to sleep at night.

The group dressed up as ordinary people, some wearing black felt hats on their heads, and some wearing white towels. Only two big men made their way back to their original work, with a fluttering monk's clothes and a fairy-like appearance? Well, this is not a question.

This place is around Wutai. Two tall men did not attract people's attention on the road. Anyway, they would encounter each other every now and then, and tall men were not new.

More than 20 people were scattered into several groups, wearing makeup and moving forward without attracting anyone's attention. Bypassing Pingshan City, passing Huangbi Lake, crossing Taiping River from Yue Village, and reaching the northwest suburb of Shimen, Daguo Village is in front of them. You can see searchlights flashing from a distance. The road is the plains. Everyone is hiking at night. When they encounter guardhouses, they have to take a detour to the river, so the speed is not fast.

Xu Dapao asked, "I heard it was the Japanese airport over there. Should I come to the family?"

Zhao Hu shook his head: "I don't say that the airport is safe and secure, but even if I fight, there is no place to run. Don't look at the crops here that have not been harvested yet. As long as the Japanese send troops to surround the front and back, we can't run out. This time we are here to make money, not to fight with the Japanese, so we will leave the airport affairs to the later."

After arriving here, Zhao Hu sent reconnaissance personnel to conduct reconnaissance. The people here seemed not very concerned about the autumn harvest. At night, there were basically no one coming to guard the guards. Instead, they saw a group of landlords from time to time and often patrolled with torches. It seemed that most of the fields were still from those landlords. Moreover, even if they received the autumn grain, they had to hand over a large part of them to the Japanese, and they could only leave corn, sorghum and other miscellaneous grains for themselves.

Of course, although those landlords and traitors cannot eat white flour, their food is still full. Unlike ordinary people, they can only eat mixed noodles, cakes and yam porridge all day long.

After the Japanese bombing and occupation of the Shimen, the industry has now closed down and business has been zeroing out. A large group of traitors and detective teams are walking on the streets with great power. When the Japanese arrive, passers-by hide, and a white panic world is created.

The team members put on makeup, made-up shoes, bought needles and threads, and started to go from village to village. In fact, their main eyes were on the south gate and west gate, looking for seemingly honest people to find out the news, but they did not dare to approach the city gate and the Japanese barracks.

In every industry these days, there is a standard shouting sound. Among the twenty-two people, only three of them were found that they had done or had contacted them. They shouted them as if they were decent and did not arouse other people's suspicion. Of course, they did not ask when they came up, but instead used various inductions to induce others to say words, then recorded them one by one, and then analyzed them together.

Zhao Hu said that he also had a unique skill, that is, "Sharpening scissors to choke the kitchen knife..." He shouted with great energy and his voice was shocking everywhere. Unfortunately, everyone stopped him. Now the Japanese are not even allowed to bring out iron tools. Why are you carrying a large load of knives and trying to make trouble?

On the third night, everyone gathered in Taitou Village in the southwest outside the city, took out their own information summary one by one, and handed it over to Zhao Hu and Xu Dapao to start research.

After summarizing the information from all aspects, we came to an astonishing conclusion that no one believed it: the Japanese were very relaxed in defense, which can be said to be tight inside and loose outside.

In the city, every day, the spies from the detective team were swaying and swaggering around the city. In the name of capturing guerrillas, they took advantage of the fact that they wanted to take charge and acted indiscriminately, but the Japanese outside the city had no sense of defense at all.

Of course, it is precisely because of the constant search of these spies that the anti-Japanese sentiment of all underground organizations has fallen to the valley point. If they have any doubts, they will magnify a hundred times to blackmail, so the Japanese inside and outside the city are very relieved and relaxed their vigilance.

This is also because the Ming army of Guo retreated, and the people had no one to guide them, and no single anti-Japanese personnel could compete with the powerful war machines, which led to such a result.

Zhao Hu remembered that a small army once entered the city at night, burned down the Japanese hospital, and threw dozens of grenades into Daguo Airport in the west of the city. Although the result of damaging the plane was unknown, it also shows that after the Japanese stationed here, they did not have any awareness of infiltration of the small army!

Zhao Hu marked the rough deployment and location of the Japanese army on the Japanese map, and then smiled unkindly: "The Japanese are so arrogant. I really think that our special forces are made of mud. Cannons, you should hurry up and inform our underground liaison officer to contact the district team or any anti-Japanese organization in our army here. We have to do something ruthless this time!"

Next, Zhao Hu and a few others began to make suggestions around the Japanese garrison, preparing to take food from the tiger's mouth and cultivate both inside and outside. After a long discussion, Zhao Hu nailed it to the table with a hammer: "With such a good opportunity, if we don't mess with Lao Sangmu, this trip will be in vain!"
Chapter completed!