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Zhao Yanxi didn¡¯t understand this. He felt that if he could become a high official, the Japanese would give him a lot of money and live a comfortable life, so why couldn¡¯t he surrender? Why endure hunger and cold in this deep mountain and old forest?
He felt that as long as he could live in peace and contentment, there was no need to bother with these things.
In his world, there is no national righteousness, no feelings of family and country, only the contentment of ordinary people. Compared with the subjugation of the country and the extinction of the species, he is more concerned about whether the few acres of land at home will have a good harvest in spring, whether the two sheep he raises can survive this winter, and whether he can make more money by selling firewood in the town.
"Well, let's buy it for you. How about you wait for us here?" Zhao Yanxi looked at General Yang and said. I thought in my heart that this person is really stupid. He ignored such a good thing and refused to surrender. He was still saying these strange words here.
General Yang was in a desperate situation at this time, and he could only choose to believe in the farmer cutting firewood in front of him. So he put some oceans into Zhao Yanxi's hands and told him not to expose his whereabouts and be discovered by the Japanese.
A few kilometers away from here, Ryuichiro Kishitani, the director of Japan¡¯s Tohoku Police Agency, was looking at the words carved with a bayonet on a tree.
"The Anti-Japanese War has passed from now on, and our descendants will never stop fighting!"
That was a propaganda slogan left by the Anti-Union troops when they passed by here.
Ryuichiro Kishitani had always thought that the Chinese were bloodless, but after coming to Northeast China as the director of the police department and responsible for encircling and suppressing the Anti-Japanese Alliance, he changed his mind.
He was very surprised by the resilience and willpower shown by the Anti-Japanese Alliance during the several-year battle. He had always thought that such terrifying willpower could only be possessed by those who had been instilled with the spirit of Bushido since childhood.
"It's too cold. Director, you'd better go back to the village and take a rest." An officer ran over and said.
Kishitani Ryuichiro nodded, and then said: "Find someone to cut this tree down." After that, he returned to his temporary headquarters.
It was a village with dozens of families living there. However, the arrival of the Japanese army broke the peace here. Several houses were forcibly occupied by them and used as a resting place for the headquarters and soldiers. There were still many Japanese troops who began to search and advance into the mountains, looking for the remnants of the resistance forces.
Several villagers finished collecting firewood and walked towards the village.
They discussed their meeting with General Yang on the road, and several people agreed that they should not report these things to the Japanese under any circumstances. But it was also very dangerous to send food to General Yang, and they did not dare to take the risk.
So they planned to continue returning to the village and live their own peaceful life as if they had never seen General Yang.
But among these villagers, Zhao Yanxi had other thoughts.
After they returned to the village at night, Zhao Yanxi quietly walked to the Japanese headquarters in the village.
After explaining his purpose to the guards, he arrived at Kishitani Ryuichiro's temporary headquarters.
At this time, the headquarters was already illuminated by dim lights. A map was hanging on the wall. Ryuichiro Kishitani was wearing glasses and observing the map with a magnifying glass.
"Director, this villager said that traces of important criminals have been found." A soldier brought Zhao Yanxi to the headquarters and said to Ryuichiro Kishitani.
Ryuichiro Kishitani put down the magnifying glass in his hand, then walked to Zhao Yanxi with his hands behind his back.
Looking at the timid and inferior farmer on his face, Ryuichiro Kishitani smiled. This kind of person is the best to deal with. As long as you give him a benefit, he will do whatever you ask him to do.
"Tell me, if your information is valuable, then I will give you a hundred dollars." Ryuichiro Kishitani said, then stretched out a finger.
For this farmer who has been farming all his life, one hundred yuan is obviously an astronomical figure.
The look in his eyes flashed, and he immediately nodded and bowed: "Sir, don't worry, it will definitely be useful. That person is the person on the wanted order, and his surname is Yang."
"Yang? What does he look like?" Ryuichiro Kishitani narrowed his eyes.
Zhao Yanxi gestured and said: "He is very tall, two heads taller than you. He has a big face and big ears, just like the general in the painting." His language organization ability was limited, so he could only try his best to describe General Yang's appearance. appearance.
Hearing these words, Kishitani Ryuichiro smiled and said: "Then where is he now? Take us there. If it is the person we are looking for, you canGet a hundred dollars. "
When Zhao Yanxi heard the "hundred yuan ocean", the light in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't wait to say: "Okay, II will take the imperial army there right now. He is in Sandaoweizi. I am familiar with that place." , I often go there to collect firewood."
The Japanese troops stationed in the village began to set off towards the place where Zhao Yanxi met General Yang.
Under nightfall, hundreds of Japanese and puppet troops began to approach General Yang's location from several directions.
They were very cautious this time and did not rush to catch up. Instead, they first deployed troops to encircle and block all directions in which General Yang could escape.
Several times before, they acted too hastily, but General Yang broke through the encirclement and escaped through his fingers. This time they said they would never allow such a thing to happen.
General Yang was already very weak. He was waiting for the villagers to buy food and bring it to him, but he waited until noon the next day, but still no one was there.
Having no choice but to take off his cotton-padded clothes, he took out some cotton wool and stuffed it into his mouth to satisfy his hunger. Because it was difficult to swallow, he could only force himself to swallow it by stuffing Bai Xue into his mouth.
General Yang looked at the sun above his head and roughly estimated the time. He thought that it was still some distance from the town, and the villagers might still be on their way here, so he planned to wait for a while. On the other hand, he really didn't have the strength to continue walking. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com