Two days later, in the early morning, before the sky was completely bright, the highly respected old man Zhao Deshun of Zhao Family Village drove his remaining five goats out. After leaving the village, on the narrow rural road, the newly sprouted grass was still stained with dew.
As Zhao Deshun drove the sheep to graze, he would bend down from time to time to pick up the sheep dung and eggs and put them into the basket he carried on his back. For a farmer who lived in the fields, this was a precious fertilizer.
In the past two days, dozens of eights had come to the village. Every day, the soldiers of the road army trained hard on the grain-pounding field. Every time he passed by the grain-pounding field and saw the soldiers who were about the same age as his son who had sacrificed himself, Zhao Deshun would feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart. It was as if Erzi and Xiaosi were also in the team, practicing their killing skills with the soldiers.
From that moment on, Zhao Deshun had a simple wish in his heart. He wanted to raise his family's goats quickly and fatten them up so that he could send two to Company Commander Chen and his soldiers to nourish their bodies. Only when their bodies were strong could the children not suffer losses when fighting the Japanese and chase these heartless beasts back to their hometown in Japan as soon as possible.
Therefore, Zhao Deshun had been getting up very early these two days. He wanted to drive the goats to a place further away from the village to graze. Those places that were rarely visited by people were full of vegetation and dew. Only when the goats were fed well could they grow faster and fatten up. Only then could Company Commander Chen and the soldiers eat fresh mutton as soon as possible.
However, it was Zhao Deshun's simple wish to give Chen Weidong and the soldiers sheep and meat that brought him a fatal disaster.
Zhao Deshun hummed a Xintian Wander and chased the goats for a mile. Suddenly, two Japanese soldiers with camouflage nets jumped out from the grass and pressed them down on the grass. The goats on the road were so scared that they kept bleating.
"Captain, it's an old man who herds sheep.”
One of the Japanese soldiers who was holding Zhao Deshun down shouted in Japanese to Yamamoto Ichiki who was at the bottom of the slope.
Then, Yamamoto Ichiki stood up from the slope and waved his hand. The twenty or so special forces members hiding at the foot of the mountain got up one after another and quickly climbed up the slope. They spread out in a formation and stood guard.
Immediately after, Zhao Deshun was grabbed by a Japanese special forces soldier and dragged to Yamamoto Ichiki.
Only then did Zhao Deshun see clearly that this group of fiendish uninvited guests were actually the Japanese. His heart thumped and his hair stood on end. The Japanese had already reached the village entrance.
Yamamoto Ichiki looked at Zhao Deshun, who was over 70 years old, skinny, and had a hunched back. He only felt that Zhao Deshun was an ordinary old man who herded sheep and did not pose any threat. He gestured to the translator in the team who knew Chinese. The latter immediately understood and said to Zhao Deshun in stiff Chinese,"Old man, don't be afraid. We won't hurt you. We just want to ask you for directions.”
Two days ago, after Shinozuka Yoshio sent a request to Yamamoto Ichiki, Yamamoto had confirmed through his intelligence personnel that the leader of the attack on Heyuan County's arsenal, Weidong Chen, and his troops were stationed in Zhao Village.
However, in order not to alert the enemy, Yamamoto Ichiki deliberately chose a remote mountain road to enter the village. Because he was not familiar with the road conditions, and the sky was not bright, the lighting was not good. All the special agents lost their way in the nearby mountains and accidentally bumped into Zhao Deshun, who came to herd sheep.
Zhao Deshun instantly understood what the Japanese were trying to say. These weirdly-dressed Japanese with submachine guns on their chests definitely wouldn't have come to Zhao Family Village for no reason. They must have gotten hold of the information and came for Company Commander Chen Weidong and his troops stationed in the village.
Zhao Deshun knew very well that no matter how he tried to deny the situation, he would not be able to fool this bunch of mischievous Japanese. The wisdom of the old man who had lived for more than 70 years came in handy at this moment.
His legs went soft as he knelt in front of Yamamoto and begged,""Please spare my life, Taijun. I'll tell you everything. The Zhao Village is just a mile away.”
Looking at the hesitant Zhao Deshun, the translator asked for Yamamoto's opinion and continued,""Old man, but what?"
"Taijun, there's one in the village," Zhao Deshun said submissively.
As he spoke, Zhao Deshun used his thumb and index finger to draw an eight in front of Yamamoto Ichiki. He stuttered,"Eight, eight…Lu..."
"So…Yuxi!"
A delighted smile appeared on Yamamoto Ichiki's face as he gestured for the translator to continue asking questions. Where did Lu live in the village?
At this moment, the interpreter took out two large dollars from his pocket and waved them in front of Zhao Deshun's eyes. He said,""Old man, you told me these eight. I'll give you these two dollars as the fee for asking for directions.”
After seeing Da Yang, Zhao Deshun's eyes immediately revealed the greed of a peasant. He swallowed his saliva and seemed to have made up his mind."Taijun, they're at Hu Erwa's house at the west end of the village. There's a crooked jujube tree at the door.”
The translator exchanged glances with Yamamoto Ichiki. The latter nodded, but there was a hint of craftiness in his eyes. His meaning was obvious. He would let the old man lead the team to find the exact location of Zhao Family Village, then kill him and sneak into the village.
The interpreter understood and handed two large pieces of money to Zhao Deshun. He said,"Old man, quietly enter the village, do you understand?”
Zhao Deshun took the ocean and put it in his pocket. He nodded and bowed with a smile."Don't worry, Taijun. I understand!”
His respectful attitude and greedy behavior dispelled the vigilance of the special forces members. The interpreter also allowed him to put the hand that was holding Dayang into his pocket.
Zhao Deshun's hand had just reached into his pocket when he secretly grabbed the hemp rope buckle on the grenade.
Yamamoto Ichiki's eyelids twitched, and he shouted alertly,""Bagaya Lu, what are you looking for, old man?”
The old hero, Zhao Deshun, did not understand Yamamoto Ichiki's bird language, but he chuckled and took out a grenade made in the border area from his pocket. He threw it at Yamamoto Ichiki and shouted,""Little Japanese, your Grandpa De Shun will take you to see the King of Hell, haha!”
It happened so suddenly that the Japanese from the special forces had no time to react and kick the grenade in Zhao Deshun's hand. Yamamoto Ichiki rolled to the side, but the translator beside him was in trouble. He was wrapped up with the old hero, Zhao Deshun.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the grenade exploded.
At the reinforced company station of the Independent Regiment at the village entrance, Chen Weidong, who was washing his face with cold water by the well, was awakened by the explosion of the grenade. He subconsciously pulled out the shell gun he was wearing and loaded it, shouting,"Not good, the enemy has sneaked in. Immediately enter the battle position!”
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