Bright Sword: Koi, we have reached the enemy's base camp

Li San, who was riding a horse next to the car, immediately became uneasy when he heard that it was a Japanese coal mine.

Yes, not only Li San, but also Wei Heshang, Wang Youzhi and all the people who came out of the prisoner-of-war camp were all upset.

Whenever they thought of the days of digging coal for the Japanese, they gnashed their teeth in hatred.

Li San said angrily: "Brother Hao, let's fight! These are our country's resources, we can't let the Japanese take them away!"

This reason is powerful.

Monk Wei also rode up on his horse.

"Yes, Brother Hao, take us to fight! These little devils not only mine, but also bully us Chinese.

Those who helped them mine must be innocent people they captured. It would be fine if we didn't encounter them, but now that we have, we must save them!"

Wang Hao was speechless. Why were there so many things?

This time, Yamamoto Ikki was captured, Monk Wei was rescued, and the Japanese cavalry battalion was captured.

Wang Hao believed that his mission had been accomplished.

He has been fishing for so many days and he is tired. He wants to go back to being a happy fisherman.

But unexpectedly, when we were halfway back, this happened again.

Wang Hao turned his head and looked at Zhao Gang beside him and asked, "Political Commissar Zhao, what do you think?"

Zhao Gang pondered for a long time before asking, "Are you sure?"

Wang Hao said: "We are sure of it. However, we have to go and see it in person before we can say for sure."

Zhao Gang nodded and said, "The monk is right. It would be fine if we don't run into him, but since we have, we have to go and take a look. If we are sure, then we can fight."

"Okay, let's go take a look?"

Zhao Gang nodded and followed Wang Hao out of the car.

Since we are fighting a war, we cannot carry these supplies with us.

We might be blown up by two Japanese artillery shells, and then we'll have no place to cry.

Wang Hao got off the car, and a soldier came to him leading a horse.

Forehead?

Wang Hao looked at the horse with a confused look on his face.

Yes, he can't ride a horse.

He was just a fisherman in his previous life, and he wasn't from the grassland. How could he have played with such high-end stuff?

The monk was a little anxious, seeing Wang Hao standing there motionless.

He quickly called out, "Brother Hao, what are you standing there for? Get on the horse!"

Wang Hao is not a person who pretends to know something when he doesn't.

He said a little embarrassedly: "I don't know how to ride this thing, how about you, monk, teach me?"

"Ha ha……"

Zhao Gang immediately laughed. He thought this kid knew everything! Finally there was one thing he couldn't do.

Zhao Gang jumped off his horse and said, "Come, Comrade Wang Hao, I will teach you."

Having said that, Zhao Gang began to explain in detail.

It includes how to get on a horse, how to ride steadily, how to control the horse, and most importantly, how to stop. It is explained in great detail.

Wang Hao was not afraid either. The Japanese planes shot down the people coming over. Why would he be afraid of riding a horse?

He followed the steps Zhao Gang gave, jumped onto the horse, grabbed the reins, and hit the horse's butt with the whip.

"drive……"

Wang Hao shouted and the warhorse galloped out wildly.

Hey……

The ride was so stable, there was no sense of incongruity at all.

Zhao Gang was stunned.

This is called not being able to ride a horse?

This old man was deceived by him.

Monk Wei and the others were also stunned by what they saw.

Can he really not ride a horse?

Apart from the fact that he was a little unfamiliar with the movements of getting on the horse, it was hard to tell that it was his first time riding a horse.

"drive……"

Monk Wei hit the horse's butt with his whip and hurriedly followed.

Zhao Gang, Wang Youzhi, Li San and others also hurriedly followed.

Soon, several people appeared on the mountain next to the coal mine.

Several people took out binoculars and looked at the mine opposite.

There is no wall here, just some barbed wire around it.

Wang Hao and his team climbed up to a high place and could see everything inside the mine clearly.

Through the telescope, one can clearly see some pale and skinny people working hard to transport coal under the pressure of the Japanese devils.

These people, with painful expressions on their faces, repeated the tasks at hand, like walking corpses.

In a house in the mine.

A Japanese squadron leader was forcing two beautiful girls to drink with him. His laughter was extremely lewd and his appearance was extremely obscene.

Just at this moment, a Japanese soldier hurriedly broke into the house.

The Japanese squadron leader's face suddenly turned dark.

"Bagayalu, who let you in? Get out now."

The Japanese squadron leader was very angry and pointed at the Japanese and roared madly.

The Japanese soldier said quickly: "I'm sorry, Captain, we found the Eighth Route Army. There are many of them, and they have captured some prisoners from our great imperial army..."

The Japanese squadron leader became even angrier: "Bagayalu, what nonsense are you talking about here?"

The devil quickly said: "It's true. I was on duty today. I saw it on the mountain ahead and came back to report it. I'm telling the truth!"

The Japanese squadron leader finally stopped drinking.

"Are you sure? Are they sure they have captured prisoners? And the prisoners are from the Imperial Army of our Great Empire?"

The Japanese soldier immediately knelt down and swore, "It's absolutely true, Captain. I would never dare to lie to you no matter what!"

The Japanese squadron leader seemed to sober up instantly.

"Tell me, how many Tubalu are there?"

"I don't know. Their team is so long that I can't see the end and can't count them. Moreover, they also have our sidecars and trucks, and there are quite a few of them."

"Nani?"

The Japanese squadron leader was even more shocked.

"Bakayalu, how is this possible?"

"It's true, it's true. I saw it clearly and came back to report it! Some of them were wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army, and some were wearing the uniforms of ordinary people. They didn't look like a regular army."

"Bagayalu, let's go, gather the troops, and go out and meet these bastards."

The Japanese squadron leader said decisively.

He pushed the two young girls aside and walked out.

Soon, he assembled a force of more than a hundred people.

There are quite a few Japanese devils in this mine. There are three Japanese infantry squadrons, with a total of more than 500 people.

These 500 people are in charge of more than 1000 people mining here.

Their work is easy and usually only requires one squadron of people to manage the job.

While the other two squadrons were resting, one team went out to capture people, capturing the civilians who came here to work as laborers.

Here, they did not use puppet soldiers because the Japanese did not trust them and were afraid that these puppet soldiers would lead the laborers to rebel or something.

In this mountain, the life of the devils is very boring. So, they often go out to capture people.

If they caught a man, they would make him a laborer; if they caught a woman, she would make her a prostitute.

When Captain Nakata heard that the Eighth Route Army was passing by, he couldn't help but be excited.

He just had to take people out to deal with these local thugs.

Yes, he is rampant.

To him, the Eighth Route Army was no different from the guerrillas and could only strike back at the puppet troops.

Seeing their noble imperial army, they would just flee at the sight of the enemy. He didn't even take them seriously.

Therefore, Captain Nakata was really arrogant and led more than 100 people to walk out of the mine.

Zhao Gang put down the telescope, smiled bitterly and said, "Comrades, it seems that we have no choice but to fight."

The third update has arrived.

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