Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

This melon guard shed is a contact point of the independent battalion. It was specially set up to prevent the message from being unable to be transmitted. There are people guarding here at all times to ensure that the intelligence can be transmitted as soon as possible.

Ever since Ma Dashan accepted the recruitment, Lin Qiang sent a squad of soldiers disguised as civilians to infiltrate Ma Dashan's team.

The purpose was to monitor Ma Dashan and assist intelligence personnel in the city in delivering important information.

However, since the independent battalion came to prominence, the Japanese defenders in Anhua County suffered heavy losses, and the military police's strength was even less than that of Ma Dashan's men.

If it weren't for Lin Qiang's order, Ma Dashan would have risen up in rebellion and wiped out all the Japanese in the city.

After the battle began, nothing special happened in Anhua County. Only some clerical staff and Japanese soldiers on guard were left in the gendarmerie. There were no Japanese soldiers patrolling in the city.

Some Japanese businessmen even took advantage of the fighting to move out of Anhua County. They sold many industries that could be sold, and simply gave up those that could not be sold.

As for why the soldiers said they didn't want to rot here, it was because there was really no useful intelligence in Anhua County. All the Japanese were dead, so there was no action to be taken.

The soldiers guarding here do nothing but sleep all day long. They don't even dare to run far away to defecate, for fear of accidentally delaying the transmission of intelligence.

Life like this is very hard. The living conditions are pretty good, but no one can stand it for a long time.

Lin Qiang consoled them, "Your mission is very important. Our independent battalion hasn't forgotten you, our brothers."

"Monk, take it out! This is a gift for our brothers. Do you dare to take it all for yourself?"

The monk chuckled and took out a bottle of Fenjiu and a whole roast chicken from his arms. Just as he was about to put them somewhere relatively clean, he was stopped by the soldier: "Wait a minute! Let me clean up the table."

Only after the table was cleaned did the monk put down what he was holding.

"This was the seat that Squad Leader Zhao personally sat on, and you took advantage of it."

The soldier retorted to the monk: "You idiot monk, this is a souvenir given to me by the battalion commander, and you actually want to keep it all for yourself."

"You fart!"

"OK OK!"

Lin Qiang stopped the two of them: "Whoever stays here will get it. You are lucky today."

"If I don't give them food, I've almost forgotten what the food that Squad Leader Zhao cooked tastes like."

The soldier recalled: "When our base was first established, squad leader Zhao still cooked for us personally."

"Captain, could you have a drink with me?"

Lin Qiang did not refuse, unscrewed the bottle cap and took the first sip.

"I respect you."

While eating, the soldier listened to Lin Qiang telling him about the battle at Xiaowangzhuang. When he heard something exciting, he would stop and listen carefully, for fear of missing the important part.

When the soldiers heard that their team not only won a great victory but also captured a complete Japanese army flag, they could hardly suppress their joy.

"That's nothing! The brigade commander even came to our independent battalion in person. Even the commander-in-chief knows that our independent battalion won a great victory!"

"Monk, is what you said true?"

The soldier didn't believe it and asked Lin Qiang again, "Battalion Commander, is what the monk said true? Even the commander knows about our independent battalion?"

"Of course!"

Lin Qiang said proudly, "Your intelligence was crucial. Our team made sufficient preparations in advance. The Japanese suffered heavy casualties as soon as they arrived. This battle directly made the commander praise our independent battalion!"

"Ha ha!"

The soldiers laughed heartily: "Battalion Commander, I've changed my mind. I'd rather rot here than be transferred anywhere else!"

"Monk, you stole my wine again!"

"Wait, give me a sip, it's almost gone!"

"Don't grab it, leave some for me!"

A roast chicken, a bottle of wine and the joy of victory made the soldiers no longer have any complaints about this mission.

When saying goodbye, the soldier dressed neatly and stood straight in front of Lin Qiang: "Battalion Commander, I am wearing dog skin, so I won't salute you. Don't worry, I promise to complete the mission well!"

"I believe you."

Lin Qiang patted the soldier's shoulder, then jumped on his horse and said, "Monk, let's go."

Just like that, Lin Qiang left without looking back. He knew that there must be someone standing upright behind him, watching him go.

As the monk walked away, he turned to the soldier and said, "Brother, next time you come, I'll have a drink with you!"

"Okay, monk, I'll wait for you!"

……

The main purpose of going to the contact point was to comfort the soldiers, and secondly to change into casual clothes.

Although Anhua County has now become Ma Dashan's territory, there are still many Japanese devils in the city. Lin Qiang is not stupid enough to march into the city in the uniform of the Eighth Route Army.

Besides, it is still unknown what Ma Dashan’s current attitude is, and Lin Qiang cannot completely believe it based on just a few words from the soldiers.

This kind of thing can only be decided after seeing it with your own eyes.

Without the Japanese soldiers around, the puppet soldiers guarding the gate were lazy and did not question any of the people entering and leaving the city.

When they arrived at Lin Qiang's place, the puppet soldiers saw that the two men were leading horses and wearing fine fabrics, and they knew that the two men were rich and they would definitely be able to make some money from them.

One puppet soldier was about to take action when his accomplice called out to him, "Ma Zi, what do you want to do? Have you forgotten who we are? Have you forgotten the battalion commander's orders?"

After this reminder, Ma Zi finally realized: "Yes, yes, our identities are different now. If you hadn't reminded me, I would have made a mistake."

"But when does the battalion commander come to the county town? Brother Dashan fools us every day. Could it be that he has forgotten about us?"

These words naturally reached Lin Qiang's ears. What he didn't expect was that Ma Dashan didn't even think about working alone, and he also restrained his subordinates from oppressing the people.

Moreover, according to Lin Qiang's observations along the way, Anhua County has changed a lot. Not only can local people move around freely, but even people from other places will no longer be robbed or anything like that.

Many refugees heard that Anhua County could accommodate them for free, so they all came to Anhua County.

"Boss, it seems that Ma Dashan has not betrayed us."

After entering the county town, the monk whispered, "I also heard what those two puppet soldiers said just now. Why don't we take this opportunity to unite with Ma Dashan and liberate the county town?"

Lin Qiang ignored the monk and the two of them walked in the county town until they came to a tea stall.

"Boss, do you have spring tea for sale?"

Upon hearing this, the tea stall owner immediately put down his work, stood up and said, "My dear customer, you are really joking. It's winter, where can I get you spring tea? I do have autumn tea, but I wonder if you can get used to it?"

"That won't work. Autumn tea tastes astringent."

Upon hearing this, the tea stall owner was shocked, and even his voice trembled: "Are you... the... battalion commander?"

"Yes, it's me."

This was the contact point that Lin Qiang had arranged earlier in Anhua County. The previous soldier unfortunately died, and the subsequent reinforcements had never seen Lin Qiang, and Lin Qiang had never seen him either.

Only this contact code can prove Lin Qiang's identity.

If the answer is autumn tea, then bring a pot, which means the person being contacted is a soldier from the independent battalion. But if the answer is autumn tea, which is not good and tastes astringent, then it is Lin Qiang himself.

That's why the soldier was so excited. He thought he would never see the battalion commander in person in his lifetime.

Lin Qiang didn't say any more nonsense and said straight to the point: "Contact Ma Dashan and ask him to come here to see me."

"Yes!"