It is close to a small county town in the base area of the Independent Regiment.

In a gloomy underground cage.

"Have you thought about it?"

Kazuki Yamamoto sat upright, staring directly at a man in front of him who was tied to a frame, and his tone was seductive.

"Phew..."

"Dreaming."

"Kill me, the little devil of the dog day."

The person on the frame gritted his teeth, his face was resolute, and his tone was fierce, followed by a mouthful of bloody saliva flying out towards Yamamoto, but unfortunately it was blocked, and there was no threat to Yamamoto.

"Go on..."

Yamamoto was not annoyed at all, but smiled lightly and said to the members of the special team holding the torture equipment on the side.

Leisurely walked out of the cell, and screams came from behind him.

"Your Excellency Osa..."

At the door, next to the mountain itself, a devil from the intelligence department said with hesitation: "This person, will he really serve the empire?" It's been so long, and I still won't let go, I'm afraid it's ...

The old devils of the intelligence department have also arrested a lot of guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army, and they have also summed up a lot of experience.

Most of those who can rebel have not yet put on the torture equipment, or they have already surrendered as soon as they get on, and they don't have to work hard, and even secretly confess to themselves one after another.

But in general, people are waste, knowing intelligence is waste, and doing things is also waste.

The determined part, no matter how tortured, is to die rather than obey, the most ruthless is the kind that directly bites his tongue to commit suicide, and sprays you with blood on your face, there is no way to do what kind of torture tool it is. This kind of person is also very scary, a little careless, you can take one away, and last month there was an intelligence officer who had his ear bitten off alive.

"Don't worry."

Yamamoto looked at the gloomy sky and was in a happy mood: "This, it won't take long." ”

As a special officer, Yamamoto can be said to be knowledgeable and varied, and he has been involved in various fields, and this old devil is really powerful, and he can even be said to be proficient in some fields.

For example, this interrogation and rebellion.

The person in front of him is very determined.

There are few people who can work in the Eighth Route Army for a long time who are not firm in their minds, but this person...

"I'll come back in an hour..."

Leaving a word, Yamamoto was going to leave.

At this time, a member of the special forces came over and handed a piece of information to Yamamoto Kazuki: "Your Excellency Dazuo, the news from Taiyuan has found that many displaced people have come from Henan, and some people are organizing these displaced people to transfer to the guerrilla base area and provide food and material support to the displaced people. ”

"Huh?"

took the information and looked at it, Yamamoto Kazuki raised his eyebrows: "Did you find out who did it?" How much? ”

Transfer of population to enemy bases?

Look for death!

They are worried that there are too many people who resist inside, and they have silently gathered more than 400,000 troops, although after the previous sweep, it has decreased a lot, but it is estimated that it is still at least more than 300,000, which is still a huge problem.

These more than 300,000 guerrillas contained almost all the strength of the North China Front, but even so, they still seriously threatened the transportation lines, and from time to time there were attacks on baggage teams and artillery strongholds in the occupied areas, and a huge amount of supplies were consumed in the occupied areas every year.

There weren't many seized supplies, but they filled in a lot of them themselves.

At least one-third of the empire's forces were pinned down in the occupied areas, and if these forces were put into the front line, I am afraid that they would have been hit near Chongqing long ago.

Yamamoto's face was gloomy.

"It's not clear, the other party is hiding deeply."

The devil who came to report shook his head: "The number has not been counted, according to the information we have investigated, the scale of the first batch alone is 3,000 to 4,000 people, and there will be more refugees gathering in the future." ”

"The first batch is nearly 4,000 people?"

Yamamoto fell silent when he heard the number, and then his brows furrowed.

This number was somewhat beyond his expectations.

There are not many people of 4,000, which is really a lot, after all, they are all disaster victims, there are no supplies, and there is no money, and if the guerrilla base areas want to eat, they must provide a considerable amount of supplies.

And there will be follow-ups, I'm afraid the scale will reach tens of thousands.

The tens of thousands of victims of the disaster will probably be a huge burden on the base areas with fragile materials, and instead of increasing the strength of the guerrillas, they will consume the guerrillas' supplies.

This is comparable to a sweep by the imperial army, and once it is not handled well, the so-called base areas of the guerrillas may fall into turmoil. Tens of thousands of homeless people, hum, are no worse than a brigade of locust troops.

Moreover, will the Imperial Army give their so-called base area time to digest this group of displaced people?

"Hmph."

Yamamoto sneered, and his tone was mocking: "Just let them continue to transfer, I don't know if they can afford it." ”

However, when he saw the follow-up text of the intelligence, his sneer disappeared suddenly, and his brows furrowed again: "More than fifty kilograms of food and a shabby cotton coat were provided to each victim?" ”

The first batch is 4,000 people, and even if we don't mention the follow-up victims, they need at least more than 200 tons of food and 4,000 cotton clothes, which is enough for the imperial army.

And it's still winter.

Who has such a great ability?

If there is a certain amount of food and an overcoat, then there is a chance to survive, and the victims are not disasters. The guerrillas also had enough time to digest this group of refugees.

"Everyone's got it?"

This number, Yamamoto looks weird.

Give each homeless more than 50 kilograms of grain? Can they carry it? And with so much food, can they keep it? Grain, in this period, is very eye-catching.

"Hey."

The little devil who reported knew more details: "Most of the victims came from Henan, and according to the investigation of the hidden personnel, during the journey, the victims received several food and material rescues, each time only about ten kilograms. ”

"Moreover, the grain is all old grains such as sorghum, wheat bran, and rice bran, with only a very small amount of broken rice."

"In addition, when they are close to the guerrilla base area, the refugees will also receive a large amount of food, about 20 kilograms per person."

With every report from the devil, Yamamoto's face turned dark.

This shows that this mysterious force is continuing to support the disaster victims, and thousands of refugees are supporting supplies all the way, and the other side is still quite a few people, otherwise it would not be possible to continue to provide such a huge amount of materials.

More than 20 kilograms of food is enough for a refugee to live for a month.

"Check."

Kazuki Yamamoto's eyes were gloomy: "Find out this group of people, arrest them, and continue to provide supplies for the victims, I am afraid that there are quite a few people on the other side, and such a huge amount of materials, it must also take a lot of people to transport." ”

"Hey."

The little devil was ordered to leave.

Then, Yamamoto took a deep breath, looked at his watch, and walked into the cell where the screams continued.

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Wendian Village.

At night, it was pitch black.

In the woods next to the highway, Wang Gensheng looked at the newly arrived dozen special squad soldiers.

The warriors were dressed in old peasant clothes, in shabby overcoats, with a large cloth bag wrapped around their waists, which contained enough food and an armament shovel.

"This is it."

Pointing to an open space behind him, Wang Gensheng divided a dozen or so people into three groups: "According to the requirements of the regiment before departure, the first group will dig a hole here, the second group will go to the guard, stop as soon as someone approaches, and the third group will prepare cover and find some broken branches." ”

"Yes."

The crowd sprang into action.