Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

While the Central Army and the Japanese were each thinking of strategies to target Lin Tian.

After several days of marching, Lin Tian had already arrived at the new location given by the headquarters with a convoy loaded with weapons, equipment, food and medicine.

"Monk, tell everyone to get off the bus and eat and pee!"

"The last time we had a break was yesterday afternoon. We've been working all night and it must be very tiring for everyone!"

"Rest here for two and a half hours. I guess the secret sentry at the headquarters has already reported our location to General Lao and his men!"

Lin Tian ordered the convoy to stop and take a final rest.

They are about to enter the headquarters, and their troops must cheer up and show the leaders of the headquarters the spirit and vigor of the First Division.

"Get off! Get off! The commander ordered you to get off and rest for two and a half hours!"

"Everyone, get down! Sentinels, spread out and take turns on guard!"

The monk jumped out of the car, shouting as he ran.

The soldiers had been sitting in the truck all night and were very dizzy. The roads here were all dirt and difficult to drive on, and everyone in the car was about to fall apart.

After hearing the monk's words, they jumped out of the car one after another, some stretched themselves, some yawned.

A hundred trucks parked on a road that stretched for two or three miles seemed out of place in this mountain valley.

Some fellow villagers who got up early to work in the fields or herd sheep looked sideways when they passed by.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang, is this our team? Look at these guns and cars, they can't be the Japanese pretending to be us, right?"

A young man carrying a hoe secretly pulled a shepherd man next to him who was wearing a towel on his head and a sheepskin vest, and said worriedly.

"Hush! You reckless idiot, how can you say that here? Come on, come on, over there, you know what, the Japs attacked us last time, I think it's probably the same thing this time!"

The old man kicked the young man and cursed him, then pulled the young man aside quietly.

"Tiezhu, you are the fastest runner in our village, hurry back and report to the team. If this is really the Japanese, it will be terrible!"

The old man leaned close to the young man's ear and whispered softly.

This is no joke. Those many large trucks over there are definitely not from the Eighth Route Army.

They had also seen the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, but they mostly had mules and horses, and did not have such trucks.

As for the Central Army, this is not the Central Army's territory and the Central Army will not appear here.

Then this unit must belong to the Japanese. Only the Japanese have so many trucks and such sophisticated equipment.

"My fellow villager, I want to ask you something. How do I get to the Eighth Route Army's base?"

Just as the two fellow villagers were discussing carefully, the monk suddenly appeared behind them and said this out of the blue.

This gave the two fellow villagers a fright.

The fellow villager looked back and saw the monk's smiling face.

"Oh my god! What are you...what are you doing?!"

"We don't know. We don't know what the Eighth Route Army is!"

"That's right, we are just ordinary people. How could we have ever seen the Eighth Route Army?"

"Hahaha, sir... do you want to look over there?"

The two fellow villagers were startled and quickly laughed it off, trying to get away with it.

Uncle Zhang, who was grazing sheep, casually pointed in the direction of a ravine where he had grazed sheep before. The mountain road was rugged and very difficult to walk on.

First, trick this group of Japanese soldiers there and wait for them to get confused. At that time, Tiezhu will bring the Eighth Route Army here and they will definitely be able to be wiped out.

"Hmm? That's not right, fellow villager. We just passed by there. It was just a ravine. There was no sign of the Eighth Route Army there."

"How about... could you please show us the way?"

"It's no use bothering you. Here are two pieces of dry food. Take them and eat them!"

"Oh, and by the way, we in the Eighth Route Army don't call you sir, you can just call me comrade!"

The monk looked at the direction of the old man's finger, scratched his head with scars from his religious ritual, and asked in confusion.

Then he took out two pieces of dry food from his arms and stuffed them into Uncle Zhang's hands.

Devil!

It must be the devil!

Whenever the Japanese saw the Chinese, they would trick them into leading the way.

These words are too familiar.

What? I want to find out where the Eighth Route Army is?

Which fellow villager can show us the way?

If this isn't the devil, who else could it be?

The Japanese really put in a lot of effort this time. They found someone who speaks Chinese so fluently. One can even hear a hint of Shanxi dialect in his words.

No, this guy must be a traitor!

The Japanese must have been worried about being exposed, so they found a traitor to pretend to be him!

Moreover, they are quite familiar with the Eighth Route Army and know that everyone in our team is called comrade!

This group of Japanese devils must have planned this for a long time. I heard that the Eighth Route Army wiped out a group of particularly brave Japanese devils last time. This must be their revenge.

Uncle Zhang immediately understood, and with trembling hands he took the dry food. He was in a bad position whether to take it or not.

If they don't take it, the Japanese might get angry and kill them both. Who will go back and report it?

The two looked at each other, and Uncle Zhang finally accepted it. No matter what, he had to calm this group of people down first.

"Ah... Commander, I'll lead the way. I often go there to herd sheep. I'm familiar with it..."

"This young man... he is in a hurry to weed the fields. Let him do it first..."

Uncle Zhang has made up his mind. He is already over seventy years old and he has lived enough. As long as he can fool this group of Japs, it doesn't matter if he dies. Anyway, there are so many Japs buried with him, so it is worth dying!

He quickly pushed the iron pillar behind him and prepared to set off with the flock of sheep.

"Uncle Zhang!"

Tiezhu shouted anxiously, his eyes a little moist. Uncle Zhang would definitely not come back this time, how could he not be heartbroken.

"Why are you dawdling? Why don't you leave?"

"You don't want to work in the fields anymore? Don't worry about me, just go!"

Uncle Zhang pushed the iron pillar and cursed in frustration.

Hearing this, Tiezhu hurriedly took a few steps back, then walked towards the Eighth Route Army headquarters without looking back.

After walking a few steps, he immediately started running.

"Hey? This fellow is so weird..."

The monk muttered, "Isn't it just to lead the way? Why is it as if we will never see each other again?"

"Commander! Commander!"

"I found a fellow villager to lead the way for us!"

The monk came to Lin Tian with his fellow villager, smiling.

"You're quite clever, boy!"

"After the last surprise attack by Yamamoto's special forces, the headquarters moved here!"

"I've never been here before. The headquarters only gave me an approximate location. There are gullies and hills everywhere. It's really hard to find!"

Lin Tian praised the monk. Although the monk looked silly and harmless all day long,

But that was only the case in front of Lin Tian. In front of others, he was a real evil star.

As soon as his face was pulled, the others became as panicked as old dogs.

The monk's emotional intelligence is impeccable, and Lin Tian can trust him to do things.