Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

Do most people in the Yamamoto Advance Team really know Chinese?

not really.

The "knowledge" of Chinese dialect mentioned here is limited to being able to understand it in a large sense.

It's not easy to say it out loud.

For example, many Japanese people speak Chinese dialect, which can still be easily understood by Chinese people.

In some film and television works, after a decent person learns the plaster words for a period of time, he can put on a Japanese military uniform, infiltrate the Japanese army, and obtain important information.

This is extremely difficult to happen in real situations.

Chinese people speak plaster language, often with a Chinese accent, which is easy to hear.

Fortunately, they are all from the East, so the gap is not too big.

It's not as obvious as when Chinese people speak English.

If anyone dares to write that he learned English-German historical language and relied on English-German historical language to infiltrate the Russian Empire during the Peninsular War, that would be a bit nonsense.

Moreover, the dialects in different parts of China vary greatly:

Can you imagine what it would be like for a Northeasterner to arrive in Fujian and hear the local dialect?

They all speak Chinese!

Some people may say: Fujian and Northeast China are too far apart, and the language barrier is understandable. The plaster country is not that big.

So Loudi and Changsha, both in Hunan, are not too far away, right? It is difficult for people in Changsha to understand the Loudi dialect.

Not to mention Changsha, even people from Xinhua County, which is only more than [-] kilometers away from Lianyuan in a straight line, can't understand each other.

This shows how big the difference in dialects is!

The same is true in Plaster Country. Although most big cities speak a common language, just like most Chinese people in big cities also speak Mandarin, places far away from big cities still speak dialects.

The Japanese soldiers in the same regiment were all recruited from the same place.

Everyone in the unit is a fellow countryman.

Many of them spoke in tongues.

If you want to infiltrate the enemy, you have to learn the local dialect.

Only some geniuses can do this.

For example, there is a Chinese man who learned plaster language at the age of 13 and even changed the name of the plaster.

Using his language talent, he got in touch with the top brass of the Japs.

Provide us with important intelligence, rescue our important figures, etc.

But this is only a very rare case, something that can only happen once in a while, unlike in movies and TV shows where you catch a lot of people.

So Yamamoto picked and picked, but in the end he could only pick out five Japs.

These five devils speak Chinese very well, and they speak Chinese with a Northeastern accent.

At first glance, it seems that I have been in the Northeast since before September [-]th, and it takes many years of training to reach this level.

I asked a few puppet soldiers to listen to it, and they all said it sounded exactly like the Chinese.

There are advantages to having a Northeastern accent instead of a Shanxi accent:

When telling people about your origins, you can just say "I am from Nagada in the Northeast." Anyway, not many Shanxi people have been to the Northeast, so it is not easy to arouse suspicion.

These five people became the advance team of Yamamoto's advance team to attack our Eighth Route Army headquarters.

Liulipo Village is a small mountain village with only more than a hundred people.

In a dilapidated cave dwelling, there lived a lonely old woman named Li Cui.

Although she is said to be an old woman, in fact, by the standards of the 21st century, she is considered middle-aged, about 60 years old.

But he looks senile.

She was widowed in her early years and had only one son.

His son served as a soldier in the 132nd Division.

On July 1937, 7, he disappeared during the bloody battle in Nanyuan. Generally speaking, he died for his country.

Ordinarily, the elderly, as survivors of martyrs, should receive pensions and special care.

However, the payment of pensions was very problematic at that time. During the Anti-Japanese War, there were three to four million casualties on the frontal battlefields, but only more than [-] people were paid in full.

This refers only to the number of military casualties.

Including civilians, the death toll alone was more than [-] million.

There were countless other injured.

Because the money may not be available.

Even if the money arrived, the household registration system at that time was not as complete as it is now, and it was not easy to verify.

Therefore, except for officers, most lower-level soldiers cannot get pensions.

The old man has never received the pension he deserves.

Even if you get it, it can't relieve the old man's pain of losing his son.

Therefore, our army has taken the initiative to take care of the daily life of the elderly.

Not only do they provide the elderly with food and clothing, but they also designate personnel to chat with them.

On this day, several more Eighth Route Army soldiers came to the old man's home.

Carrying water, chopping firewood, and sweeping the yard for the elderly.

The old man rarely takes the initiative to speak.

These Eighth Route Army soldiers rarely spoke. As usual, they just went to work when they arrived.

After finishing the work, he would use a gourd to scoop out several bowls of water, and accompany the old man to drink water and chat.

At this time, old people often have dry eyes and grinning.

The tears have long since dried up.

I thought: If my son was still alive; if the war was over, would he live like this:

After his son finishes his work, he will come to accompany him.

Is it time for my son to ask for a wife?

Maybe even have grandchildren.

Whenever this time, when the old man looks at the soldiers, he always feels that they are his children.

The soldiers sit there until noon and then leave before cooking.

After the soldiers left, the old man made some food and took a nap after eating.

In the afternoon, there was another noise at the door.

The old man opened the door and saw that the Eighth Route Army had arrived again, carrying firewood on their backs.

"Auntie! I'll give you some firewood."

"Hey, come inside and sit down quickly. It's such a cold day. A few young men came here just a while ago, and here they are delivering firewood.

How embarrassing is this! "

"Auntie, we are passing by and don't stay here often. Seeing that you don't have much firewood at home, we took some along the way."

"No wonder I haven't seen any of you. Where are you going?"

"We who were in the northeast were serving as soldiers under the young marshal. Later, the Japanese launched a conspiracy called September [-]th, and we couldn't get angry, so we ran to the pass.

Who knew that Jiang Wufa in Guan Nei was like that.

We are looking for a unit that can fight.

Just go all the way south from Beiping, Shimen, and Handan, and then to the west.

Later we arrived in Shanxi Province. We watched the Eighth Route Army fight the Japanese, so we joined the Eighth Route Army.

Now in the Independence Brigade.

We have a hunting background and have practiced several tricks, and we have even killed a tiger.

The headquarters looked at us and asked us to report to the guard group.

I have to leave after a while. "

"Peking?"

"Ah, yes, we have been to Peiping."

"Alas... Nanyuan..."

The old man's eyes were dull, and he remembered that sad story again.

From the moment his son was born, he brought endless warmth and joy to the old man.

Thinking about the cute appearance of my son after he was born, turning a blind eye and sticking out his little tongue;

Thinking about my son learning to roll over for the first time and rolling around on the kang;

I was thinking about my son learning to crawl for the first time. He wanted to crawl forward, but his hands and feet were uncoordinated and his body moved backwards. I cried in anxiety;

Thinking about my son learning to be called "Mother" for the first time;

Thinking about my son...

It all ended with the news coming back from Nanyuan: the son was missing.

Live without people, dead without corpses.

Not even the bones can be sent back to him.

Nowadays, thinking or dreaming about my son only leaves an indelible sadness.

Several people looked at each other:

"Auntie, have you remembered something sad? Just chat with the rest of us and maybe it will be fine if you tell me."

"Nanyuan, my miserable son..."

Several people immediately understood that this should be the battle of Nanyuan.

Among the many roads in the capital, few are named after characters.

Tong Linge Road and Zhao Dengyu Road in Xicheng District are the only ones among them.

They record an unforgettable tragic scene in the history of the capital's Anti-Japanese War.

"The Nanyuan that the aunt mentioned was the time when General Zhao and General Tong died, right?"

The old lady didn't answer, her eyes were dull and she muttered to herself.

"If my son were alive, he would probably be as old as you guys."

“During the Nanyuan Defense Battle, my brothers were still in Peiping.

There were more than [-] people, and more than [-] people were killed or injured. There are dead people everywhere! "

"There were dozens of Japanese planes alone. The 29th Army had no anti-aircraft weapons and could only be beaten.

There was no danger to defend the Nanyuan area, and the newly built fortifications were quickly demolished. "

Another added:

“At that time, General Zhao had just arrived at Nanyuan the night before the war started.

Time was tight, so I took one group with me, and the other two groups were still on the way.

The main force of the 37th Division has withdrawn.

Later, the two regiments that came behind were also surrounded by Japanese soldiers, and all of them were killed. "

“Even so, General Zhao persisted from morning to late afternoon.

Bayonets were being fought everywhere.

At noon, General Zhao and the others began to break out of the encirclement and walked to Dahongmen, where they were ambushed by the Japanese.

General Zhao died for his country at that time.

More than a thousand brothers fell at Dahongmen. "

"This is nothing, but it's a pity that they are student soldiers of the Nanyuan Military Training Corps.

They were all college students before, and some were still middle school students. They were teenagers and had joined the army for only half a year.

After joining the army, I didn’t even have a gun, let alone training.

In this way, they were also assigned defensive tasks.

Before this battle, they had just been issued several guns and broadswords.

It's been less than half a month since they got the weapons.

They were originally placed in the southern position of Nanyuan.

The Japanese usually don't attack from this side.

Who knows which son-of-a-bitch traitor tipped off the Japanese?

The Japanese used artillery to blast first, and then the infantry charged forward.

The student soldiers had no previous actual combat experience.

Even so, after the Japs broke through the defense line, the student soldiers did not retreat and started fighting the Japs with big blades.

How could a teenage boy defeat those beasts like the Japanese?

In the end, more than [-] people died! "

A few words from you and me painted a picture of the battle in Nanyuan at that time.

The old man felt a little numb.

No matter what, his son will never come back.

Just have a little fantasy:

Maybe the son was not dead, but was knocked unconscious by a shell and was later saved by some kind-hearted citizen.

Then why not go home and see yourself?

Maybe he lost his memory due to the bombing. When he regained his memory later, he came home.

Only this little fantasy supports me to continue living.

"Auntie, it's been such a long time, don't be sad.

Look, your son is back..."

"Son? Where is he?" The old woman jumped up excitedly and ran out limping.

Several people quickly helped the old lady.

"Auntie, look at it, the five people in front of you are all your sons!

Your son is a hero. Now that your son is gone, we five brothers will take your son's place and fulfill our filial piety from now on! "

The old man realized that it was not his real son who had returned.

But these five people want to recognize themselves as godmothers.

The old man was moved by the words of several people.

"My son's surname is Li."

"What a coincidence, my five brothers are also named Li.

My name is Li Daniu, my second brother is called Li Erhu, my third brother is called Li Sanlong, my fourth brother is called Li Sima, and my fifth brother's name is not very nice, his name is Li Wuhou. "

The five monkeys smiled sheepishly and honestly.

"Mom, please accept our five brothers. We will kowtow to you!"

After saying that, the five people bowed their heads and bowed.

"Get up, get up, don't do this!"

"Mom, please promise us. If you promise, we will get up."

"Hey! Get up quickly, I promise!" The old lady felt that her eyes, which had been dry for several years, seemed a little moist.

He responded excitedly.

Several people stood up and gathered around the old man to greet him.

"Look, Mom is so old, she didn't even ask you guys if you've had dinner!"

"Mom, we ate on the way.

We just met and we have to leave again.

We still have to get to the headquarters before dark.

Mom, I have to ask: Where to go to the headquarters? "

"Hey, my mother doesn't know where this headquarters is! Don't you, the Independent Brigade, know about it too?"

"The defense area of ​​our independent brigade is very large, and we are far away from the headquarters. It is not very clear.

It is said to be in Wuxiang County, not far from Panlong Town. "

"Oh, then go northwest first, pass Cui Yunling, and then go north if there is a way to go north;

If not, go west. When you see the main road, follow it north and you'll find it. Go to Panlong Town and ask about it.

I heard that the roads are very safe now and the Japanese are hiding in the county.

But still pay attention to safety. "

"Okay, mother. Then rest, we will come back to see you when we have time!"

After the war is over, we will go home and be with my mother every day! "

"Okay, okay, okay! Mom, wait!"

"Oh, by the way, mother, we arrived at the headquarters in the evening.

Let's leave some dry food for you to eat.

Don't be reluctant to eat it. When you get to the headquarters, we will send you some more when you have time. "

"We have them all. Your Eighth Route Army sends you food every now and then. There's no need to keep it. Just take it with you."

It’s cold, so eat something when you’re hungry. "

The old man didn't want to accept it.

"It's okay, we still have a lot left."

After several people finished speaking, they all took out some of their own dry food and left it with the old man.

The five people walked for a while according to the route mentioned by the old man. Before reaching the main road, they walked northward for a while, over the mountains and ridges.

The next morning, the soldiers came to help the old man work again.

The old man was obviously more cheerful. While tidying up the yard with the soldiers, he chatted with the soldiers about household matters.

The soldiers were also very happy to see that the old man was in a good mood.

When it was time to say goodbye, the old man stopped the soldiers:

"Children, some children came here at noon yesterday and gave me some firewood.

Later she even accepted me as her godmother.

Before leaving, he gave me some corn tortillas, but I said he didn’t want them and insisted on keeping them for me.

I'm old and my teeth are too mobile to bite. I'll give you these pancakes.

I heard you really like eating this. "

The soldiers resisted for a while, but seeing that the old man was happy today and not wanting to spoil his mood, they accepted it.

After returning to the station, the squad leader felt something was not right.

Because nowadays, independent travelers usually eat white noodles, rice, beef, and sometimes pork.

I just don’t eat tortillas much.

When delivering food to fellow villagers, corn pancakes are rarely given.

On the one hand, I don’t have this;

On the other hand, it seems to lack sincerity: it feels like keeping good things for yourself and giving bad things to others.

Besides, the soldiers ate too much fine grains and wanted to eat some coarse grains, and corn tortillas were very popular.

But for the sake of grain production, ordinary people still prefer coarse grains. They like fine grains.

So why would you give something to someone they don't like and do something that is harmful to yourself and others?

Later, the squad leader brought someone back and asked the old man in detail what happened.

This doesn't feel normal.

They reported it step by step until it reached Zhang Dabiao.

In addition, two other situations were reported:

The support group reported that when they returned after delivering supplies to the 6th Regiment, they rested in Cui Yunling and lost three soldiers;

At the same time, in another support force in Liulipo, two soldiers did not return.

On the same day, soldiers were lost in two places. This is very unusual.

Although the number of people lost was not large, it was insignificant for a regiment of five to six thousand people.

But after all, something was abnormal, and the regiment leader did not dare to neglect and reported the situation to the brigade headquarters.

After Zhang Dabiao received the report, he also felt that it was unusual based on the three reports.

There's a whiff of conspiracy here.

He quickly consulted with Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang.

"Brigadier Commander, Political Commissar, I think this matter is not simple, it smells like a conspiracy.

I judge that there should be spies lurking in. The target is either the brigade or the headquarters. They may also want to steal some weapons and go back to study. "Zhang Dabiao said.

"Old Zhao, what do you think?"

"There must be something fishy about this matter!" Political Commissar Zhao said, rubbing his chin.

"Well, that reminds me of two people."

"Banshui County Erhe Yamamoto?"

"Huh! Huh? Lao Zhao, you also guessed it?

I think you should stop being a political commissar and tell the headquarters to build a second independent brigade. You should be the brigade commander!

Being a political commissar has compromised your military ability! "

"Haha, this is what you told me:

First, Banshui County No. [-] once mentioned this strategy to Shao Dijun;

Second, you also mentioned that the Yamamoto Special Forces are a special forces with two swords.

The two are connected, and I feel that there seems to be a shadow of special operations this time. "

"Da Biao!"

"brigadier."

"Has our brigade transferred personnel to the headquarters security regiment?"

"No. Transferring people to the guard regiment is a big deal. It's impossible for the three of us not to know about it."

"Then it must be a Japanese agent sneaking in.

Let the special operations group and support group immediately search for these five soldiers.

Tell the troops to be on the lookout for the Japs who disguise themselves as the Eighth Route Army and infiltrate our army.

Strengthen security measures to prevent people below one class from acting alone.

Let the political commissar of the 6th regiment talk to Li Cui personally, and at the same time send a company of soldiers to protect the safety of the old man and Liulipo. "

Zhang Dabiao immediately went to convey the order after agreeing.

Zhao Gang continued his analysis:

"It would be easier to handle if it was only in the past few days that the Japanese began to infiltrate our army.

Our recruitment process has ended, and it is not easy for the Japanese to sneak in by signing up to join the army.

If you don't join the army, you will be recognized immediately if you have a new face in the team.

If someone sneaks in during the conscription period, the problem will be huge! "

“If these five fighters did encounter something unexpected, then I think it should have started recently.

Otherwise, there would be no need to kill our people and arouse our vigilance.

But you are right to remind us that we cannot rule out the possibility that enemy agents have already infiltrated.

Internal screening and defense measures must be taken. "Li Yunlong said.

The secret infiltration plan of the Yamamoto Advance Team was discovered by Li Yunlong and others not long after it started.