Chapter 117: Little Japs, 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 proud and did not arrange any soldiers responsible for exploring the way forward.

This was because 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.

Because 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 welcome the swaggering Japanese.

Even though they had not been persecuted by the Japs and the village chief's son still worked for the Japs, the instinct of fear was still difficult to overcome.

Of course, there were also surprises among the crowd, namely 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 took advantage of their parents not paying attention and ran to the Japanese side.

When the 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 beating and scolding 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 some stiff smiles 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, these were all arranged by him. 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 conducive 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 pose no threat to the Japs. 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.

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

Finally, mentally 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, no matter whether it is the Eighth Route Army or the Jinsui Army, it is impossible to be so crazy that children have to guard against it.

What's more, since the war began, every commander in the occupied zone has 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.

For example, 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.

After extensive propaganda, these photos have become a soft knife to disintegrate the anti-Japanese armed forces, 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 have to 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 his small life was not as scary as the legend said, the old traitor immediately squeezed out of the crowd to welcome Katsuhisa Muramoto's arrival.

He wore all black today and wore a pair of sunglasses. 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 the 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:

"Old man, you don't have to be so polite. I can also speak Shanxi dialect. Your son works for me, so there is some affection between you and me."

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 the locust army. Our village also warmly welcomes the locust army to visit."

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

"Let him sing a show in a while to welcome the distinguished guests from the great Japanese brother country."

After knowing that there was an opera to listen to, the old devil Katsuhisa Muramoto immediately became excited. Opera is one of his few hobbies. Wangcun's arrangement is really a pleasant surprise.

But at this time, he still has important things to do. He has to arrange some simple fortifications first to prevent being caught off guard by the nearby Eighth Route Army. And the soldiers' living quarters and parking places also need to be dealt with, so as not to pick up sesame seeds and lose watermelons.

"Okay! It seems that Village Chief Wang is also a refined person. I must communicate with you. But this arrangement has to be put on in the evening. We still need to do serious things first!"

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

The old traitor had already considered these trivial matters. He immediately and diligently sent someone to take the little ones to a room area prepared in advance.

However, he did not expect the little ones to drive here, so he could only temporarily arrange some villagers to open up a parking lot. To show his loyalty, the old immortal thing also took the initiative to take on the work of building fortifications.

With sufficient labor, the work that originally took one or two days was completed by the devils in just one afternoon.

After knowing this, Katsuhisa Muramoto felt a lot more at ease, and even rewarded Wang Taizhong with a pack of Harmony brand cigarettes.

The sun set in the west, and it was evening.

Under Wang Taizhong's arrangement, the traitors set up a full thirty tables of banquets in front of the village stage, and all kinds of meat that they were reluctant to eat on weekdays were also available.

In order to please Katsuhisa Muramoto, the old man sent people to the county town a few days ago to prepare a lot of sake at a high price.

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

When Li Banzhu came on stage, Katsuhisa Muramoto recognized the person on the stage at once.

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

"Village Chief Wang, what's the situation with this old man? I think he looks very familiar, and why do I feel that he is a little reluctant when he goes on stage?"

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

"Taijun, you know that this is a small place. It is difficult to find a decent opera troupe. Even today's accompanist was temporarily gathered by the villagers."

"This old man passed by our village a few days ago and wanted to borrow the road to seek refuge with distant relatives. But he had some unpleasantness with the young men in our village, so he stayed with us temporarily."

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

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

And seeing that a person who had a grudge against him had to endure anger to perform for him, he thought this matter was very interesting.

Although the level of the accompanist was not very good, the level of the owner Li was naturally beyond reproach.

Moreover, the repertoire he prepared today came from the performing arts catalog of the pseudo North China Broadcasting Association. A song "Borrowing the East Wind" made the devils listen to it like crazy.

After singing a song, Li Banzhu did not even thank the "audience" and went off the stage to change clothes. But Katsuhisa Muramoto did not care, and even thought that such an action was in line with the other party's psychology.

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

"Family, please wait for me, I will meet you in a while."

After returning to the stage, Li Banzhu performed very hard, and even his skills that had not improved for many years had a breakthrough, and his level was completely close to that of a famous actor.

Although the other party's costumes were a little mismatched, Katsuhisa Muramoto just felt that the performance conditions were limited and did not think much about it.

But while singing, the song that was supposed to reach the climax suddenly stopped.

But Li Banzhu did not panic. He tidied his costumes and looked around. At this moment, it seemed as if his family was by his side.

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

"Hate the Japanese invaders for their invasion, heroes are willing to go to war generously.

All the sons and daughters died on the battlefield with unfulfilled ambitions, and shed their blood and yellow sands for their noble spirits to live forever.

Two Wolf Mountains, sons and daughters avenge, I can't avenge them completely!"

Katsuhisa Muramoto considered himself an expert on China, and when he heard the first sentence, he felt something was wrong. But after all, it was a song he had never heard before, and even the a cappella version was full of momentum and soul-stirring.

But the more he listened to the lyrics, the more wrong it seemed. The angry old Japanese soldier couldn't bear it anymore and took out his Nambu 14-style and shot the old man on the stage.

Li was shot in the chest, stepped back two steps and fell on the stage. He sang the last sentence with all his strength with a gunshot wound. He looked at the Japanese officer who shot him with an extremely arrogant and contemptuous look.

Katsuhisa Muramoto 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, Li Banzhu was already dying. Seeing his enemy coming to him, he used his last breath to say one sentence: "Little Japanese, I will fuck your grandma."

Originally, the old devil wanted to continue shooting, but suddenly he smelled a burning smell. After seeing the corner of 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 time to react at all. The violent explosion swallowed his body in an instant, and Wang Taizhong and more than 20 Xiao Rizi in the front row died together.

All the devils present were injured to varying degrees.

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

Why is it that the younger country is richer than the Republic of China, the soldiers are more elite than the preserved fruits, and the weapons are more advanced than the enemy. They even have Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, advanced fighters, and aircraft carriers.

In the mainland of the Republic of China, warlords were fighting each other, gangs were rampant, and most of the people were illiterate and afraid of death. There was basically no heavy industry, the planes could be counted, and a few broken ships were swaying in the Yangtze River, and the people were panicked.

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

It seems that everything has changed overnight.

Warlords can unite and gangs can keep themselves clean. Illiterate people are not traitors, and the submissive people are sometimes not afraid of death.

As an invader, he will never understand. The soldiers and civilians of China have long engraved strength, courage, and fearlessness into their bones.

The moment they heard the explosion in Wangcun, Huang Yourong and Guan Weimin knew that the old man had died. Although the two were in different positions, they did the same thing.

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

"Fire a round of mortars! Fire! Don't save ammunition! Comrades! Charge! Avenge Li Banzhu!"

As a round of shells fell, the bugler held the bugle, puffed up his cheeks and blew the battle order of attack.

The loud and clear charge horn resounded in the night sky.

There will be more later.