The basement is not big, with only one bed and a small table with a telegraph machine. It turned out to be a cellar, where the owner of this house hides valuables. After Koji Kano arrived, he renovated it and set up the telegraph room here. Usually, Koji Kano and a radio operator lived in the upper room, and only came to work at a fixed time to receive and receive newspapers. Because of the secret, except for Wu Yuancheng, others did not know that there was an underground cave here, and they didn't even know that "Mr. He" and his subordinates were Japanese.

When Meng Aotian led his men to the village, Koji Kono was not here. He rushed back to the county town to participate in the formulation of the spring sweep plan, leaving only the Japanese radio operator. As soon as the gunshot sounded, the outside was full of porridge. The Japanese radio operator had just finished his meal. Because the situation was unclear and his responsibilities were in vain, he did not flee in panic, but went into the cellar to protect the radio station and some secret documents.

The cellar was simple and had no listening equipment to the outside. It was only leaning against the small hole of the antenna. The Japanese radio operator was almost unaware of the movements outside and did not realize the danger. In addition, he was still confident in the secrets of the hole, so he did not rush to burn documents and smash the radio station. But just in case, he still held a pistol and guarded the entrance of the cellar. As long as the lid was pried on the upper cover, he set fire to burn the documents, smash the radio station, and fought with the enemy to the end.

The air became more and more dirty. The Japanese radio operator felt that he was getting more and more stuffy. He knew that he had been in the cellar for too long. Ventilation was only leaning on the small hole as thick as a teacup. When the enemy retreated, he must solve it well. The Japanese radio operator stood up, approached the small hole through the antenna, and greedily breathed the cool air.

Suddenly, a loud noise made the earth tremble, and the Japanese radio operator felt as if he was pushed hard by an invisible force. Before he could understand what was going on, he was heavily pressed by the collapsed top cover and soil and fell into a coma.

The room was filled with gunpowder smoke and dust. Nothing could be seen for a moment, and the choking people couldn't get out of breath. The window was destroyed by the explosion of air waves, and the door was shattered. Even the wall was blown into a big hole.

"Old Chen--" Meng Youtian couldn't hold it back, and Chen Zhihua and an Eighth Route Army plainclothes were covered with a wet wipe and rushed in.

After falling down for a while, Meng Youtian stomped his feet, so he had to cover himself with a wet wipe and took people into the house with a bad visibility. The house was very poor, and his feet were covered with bricks and tiles and wood. Meng Youtian had bad legs and feet, and he was tripped two times in a row. Not only was he difficult to walk, but his eyes were choked by smoke in a short while and his vision became blurry. He had to retreat.

"What can I do? I fell and fought, and I was crying, and I was not promising." The words of concern sounded beside me, followed by a hand slapping the dust on Meng Youtian's body.

Meng Youtian breathed the fresh air in big mouth, and wiped his tears with a hand towel. His eyesight was more than ordinary people, but he was even more sensitive, which was something he had not expected. Without looking, he also heard that it was Liu Feng. He ran out again. Maybe he was still worried that he had been spied on by someone.

Finally stopped her tears. Meng Youtian looked at Liu Feng with his red eyes, grinned and whispered: "If you don't rest well, why are you running around? Well, don't worry now, it's a basement, and you can't see anything inside."

"I'll say, let's see if I won't beat you up." Liu Feng's face turned red again, and she glared at Meng Youtian.

A burst of noise interrupted the conversation between the two. Two men from Kowloon Hall dragged the Japanese radio operator out of the room. The Japanese radio operator's face was covered with blood and mud, and he could no longer see his original appearance. He hung his head like a dead dog, not knowing his life or death.

"Sister Feng, this guy has a breath, look--" Old Wu asked Liu Feng for instructions.

Liu Feng waved his hand hatefully and said simply: "Cut it."

"Don't kill it first!" Meng Youtian quickly stopped and persuaded: "This guy looks like an important person. Maybe he can get a lot of information from him! That, haven't you found it yet?" As he said that, he winked at Liu Feng.

Liu Feng knew what Meng Youtian was referring to, and the traitor was indeed a heart-wrenching problem. She hesitated for a moment and changed her words: "Then let's save him a life first, and then kill him after the trial."

"This one?" Meng Youtian asked curiously.

"Only one." Old Wu nodded and said, "That cellar is not big, Lao Chen and the others are still packing things inside!"

Meng Youtian nodded, hoping to gain something. Judging from the fact that he owns a radio station, something more valuable may be found in the cellar.

After waiting for a while, Chen Zhihua and others walked out in a dilemma. Although their image was a little bit bad, the joy on their faces could not be concealed. Not to mention anything else, the radio alone was a huge gain. You should know that the Eighth Route Army lacked communication equipment. It was not until 40 to 40 that radio stations were popularized into the military sub-district. Internal communication was basically based on legs, and the cooperation and support of friends were often powerless. When you know that you were attacked and swept away, the daylily was usually cold, and even if you were to run away desperately, you would not hurry. Although a few troops had a cavalry system and could still play fast reinforcements, it was a very small number after all.

Moreover, Chen Zhihua was not worried that the radio station would be detained by Liu Feng, because no one seemed to be able to tinker with this thing as a decoration? Liu Feng probably didn't have the intention.

"Is there any valuable information?" Meng Youtian was not very concerned about the radio station's issue. The traitor was not sure if it was an irregular bomb. Maybe when the big thing would be ruined.

"I haven't checked it carefully yet." Chen Zhihua smiled and replied: "However, it should be a great reward. Let's withdraw it and study it carefully!"

Retreat? Meng Youtian scratched his head and said vaguely: "Well, it's time to leave after a break. Maybe Wu Yuancheng's large group of troops are on the way! But, Lao Chen, should we discuss it carefully. The evidence of Wu Yuancheng's collaboration with the enemy and selling the country is conclusive. What Feng Jie means, should the Eighth Route Army not always choose the cheap, and should we do some efforts?"

Chen Zhihua looked at Liu Feng in confusion. After Liu Feng heard Meng Youtian's words, he would be a fool if he didn't climb along the way. She nodded and said, "When we talked about cooperation, we also had the idea of ​​fighting the enemy together, fighting the Japanese and eliminating traitors! Our Jiulong Hall beat the hard-bearing club and gave up the territory to you, and gave you a lot of the captured guns. Now, we have also attacked Wu Yuancheng, who colluded with the Japanese. You Eighth Route Army will not speak nicely, but hide behind and just pick up the cheap ones, right?"

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