"Forty thousand kilograms of wheat?"

Wang Ye asked, "Where did it come from?"

Pan Ren hurriedly said: "It was recruited from Donghe Township."

Wang Ye was surprised: "The grain collection this year has begun? Isn't it until July?"

"It's early." Pan Ren said with a flattering look on his face, "I received a notice from the superior that the grain collection will be advanced to June this year, and all the grain collection work must be completed before the end of the month."

Before the end of the month? It will be the end of the month in a few days.

Wouldn't it mean that the grain collection work is almost over?

Wang Ye said again: "So, has Heyuan County hoarded a lot of food?"

"That's right, there's no place to let go." Pan Ren said with a flattering look on his face, "It's five million pounds if you want to say less."

Wang Ye calculated that Heyuan County is located in the center of the XZ Basin, and the Fen River flows through the basin. It has been the largest grain-producing area in Shanxi since ancient times.

It is still possible to collect five million kilograms of summer grain.

This is undoubtedly an extremely valuable information. Although their independent group no longer lacks food, who would think there is too much food? Yes?

"Why collect grain in advance?"

Wang Ye said calmly: "What's the reason?"

Pan Ren said: "Master Eighth Master, I really don't know this."

"Hmm?" Wei Dayong stabbed the barrel of the pistol hard.

Pan Ren felt pain, but he didn't dare to shout, so he could only bow his hands and beg for mercy.

"Master Eighth Master, I really don't know that I'm just a small deputy squad leader."

As I was asking, a roar came from the road ahead: "Old Pan?Old Pan?"

Then another loud voice sounded like a broken gong: "You can't be so smoky, right?"

Wei Dayong and Duan Peng's face suddenly changed slightly. Pan Ren was not going out for a long time, and the other puppet troops became suspicious.

Wang Ye winked at Pan Ren. Pan Ren understood it and quickly responded with a loud voice: "Du Lao San, why are you so sad? You can't be so fucking shit."

A burst of hilariousness suddenly sounded on the road.

Seeing that Pan Ren was fine, he stopped waiting for him.

The puppet troops took the grain truck and left first.

Wang Ye asked again: "What's wrong with Heyuan County recently?"

"Abnormal?" Pan Ren thought about it carefully, shook his head, "It seems like everything is normal."

"Really?" Wang Ye said indirectly, "Based on the information we have, the Japanese are preparing to vigorously develop Heyuan County. Think about it carefully."

"Develop Heyuan County?"

"I've never heard of this."

Pan Ren shook his head and said, "But Zheng Bapi has opened two new factories in Heyuan County."

Wang Ye was overjoyed when he heard this. He was so excited that he had no time to find a factory. He was really worried that he would not know where to find a factory. As a result, there were two in Heyuan.

Wang Ye asked calmly: "What factories are the two?"

Pan Renzhi said without hesitation: "A winery and a tobacco factory have just been opened. If the Eighth Master wants to kill a fat pig, I advise you to come back at the end of the year."

Wang Ye said: "Why let's go again at the end of the year?"

Pan Ren said: "Because Zheng Bapi has a very good relationship with Heyuan County Military Police Captain Hirata Ichiro, most of his products are for the Imperial Army, oh no, most of them are for the Japanese."

"And the Japanese usually clear the accounts with Zheng at the end of the year."

"So you can definitely make a lot of money when you come to the end of the year."

"But now, I don't think there will be too much oil to make."

At the end, Pan Ren also gave Wang Ye a flattering smile.

"You are not bad." Wang Ye said, "When we really get some oil and water at the end of the year, we will definitely give you a reward."

Wang Ye did not think Pan Ren would be so stupid that he would report to the Japanese that he was forced to confess. This would not do him any benefit, but necessary deception was still necessary.

We must make Pan Ren believe that the Eighth Route Army will not go to Heyuan until the end of the year.

"I dare not, don't dare." Pan Ren shook his hands and said with a bitter look on his face. "Actually, we are helpless to be a dog for the Japanese. We just make a living. Who in the world can be a dog sincerely, right?"

Wang Ye laughed and signaled Wei Dayong and Duan Peng to put away the shell gun.

"You can leave now." Wang Ye's mouth said, "But remember the rules."

"Remember, remember." Pan Ren said quickly, "When you encounter the Eighth Route Army, the gun is raised high."

"Very good." Wang Ye smiled, "Go back to the team quickly, don't make your people suspicious."

"Eighth Master, then I'll leave, hehe, hehe." Pan Ren walked back dozens of meters until Wang Ye and the others were completely covered by the dense cornfield, and then turned around and ran wildly.

He ran for three miles in one breath before finally catching up with the puppet army.

"Old Pan." The company commander who led the team cursed, "I've been shit for so long."

"Company Commander, I won't come out." Pan Renjue said nothing about being questioned by the Eighth Route Army.

"That must be anger." The company commander smiled, "I will find a kiln sister to defeat the fire at night."

The squad leader of the puppet army next to him smiled lewdly and began to discuss with great enthusiasm. The waist of the water snake was so thin, the skin of the white bone demon was white and tender, and then an elderly puppet army said, "You young people really should try the taste of the millstone, and you can squeeze you dry with just one butt."

Pan Ren was a little lost. It seemed that the puppet army could not do it anymore.

You must think of a way to leave before the end of the year.

Otherwise, my life will not be guaranteed.

...

But Wang Ye and the others took their mounts and returned to Zhaojiayu like flying.

Xing Zhiguo and Zhao Gang are not here. The two are busy recently. Xing Zhiguo is busy surveying the county brigade and all district brigades because the independent regiment is about to be expanded.

Now the independent group is neither short of food nor guns, but only people.

So expansion is a natural thing.

Zhao Gang was busy with combat preparations.

Although Wang Ye vowed that the Japanese would give priority to attacking Chu Yunfei.

But Zhao Gang didn't dare to take it lightly, so he was determined to prepare first.

The work of combat preparation is complicated, and the most important one is to store food.

Not only should the independent group hide its own food, but it also should convince the people to hide the food.

Zhao Gang's main job is to mobilize and persuade the people to hand over the food at home to the Independent Group for unified maintenance, leaving only a few days of food rations at home, so that once the Japanese come, they can be transferred to the tunnel immediately.

However, this job is not easy to do, and Zhao Gang often needs to come forward to guarantee it himself.

Li Yunlong had nothing to do, so he liked to sit with Lao Gou to calculate the family background of the independent group.

When Wang Ye returned to Zhaojiayu, Li Yunlong followed Lao Gou to make accounts in the underground warehouse.

After finishing all the houses, Li Yunlong discovered the problem and cursed Lao Gou with a dark face, "The number is wrong, Lao Gou, have you intercepted it privately again?"

"Captain, why did you wrongly accuse someone?"

Lao Gou was also anxious: "Where did I intercept it?"

Li Yunlong said with a dark face: "Then why doesn't the number match?"

"Which number does not match?" Lao Gou said anxiously, "Which number does not match?"

Li Yunlong pointed to the account book and said, "The Nine One Type Throwing Grenades can be matched by 10,000, this type can be matched by 4,000, this type can be matched by 7.7mm Arisaka Rifle bullets, which is also correct."

He paused and said, "But why is the 6.5mm Arisaka rifle bullet only 300,000 rounds?"

"How many more shots can there be?" Lao Gou said angrily, "Isn't there only 300,000 shots left?"

"Fuck!" Li Yunlong cursed, "There was 270,000 rounds in the ambush in Yelangyu, and the Fourth Brigade of Feiyundu seized another 70,000 rounds. This time, the Japanese who went south to reinforce Taiyuan from Anhua, our independent regiment divided at least 10,000 rounds, and all of them should be 350,000 rounds!"

He paused and said, "Has the remaining 50,000 shots been intercepted by your doggy-daughter?"

"Captain, you have to speak with conscience." Lao Gou said anxiously, "Wild Wolf Valley is mainly a hand-to-hand combat, and basically no bullets are consumed. However, the Fourth Cavalry Brigade of Feiyundu attacked the Japanese, and the Japanese who were blocking the south from the Loessland this time were all routine operations. In the two battles, a total of 60,000 6.5mm Arisaka rifle bullets were sent to individual soldiers. Why don't you ask how many bullets you will get back in the end?"

Li Yunlong said: "Only return 10,000 pieces?"

"It's only 10,000." Lao Gou said, "You can shoot me if you have one more pill."

"Damn, these prodigal sons." Li Yunlong's firepower was instantly transferred from Lao Gou to the entire group of soldiers. "I only had two days of full meals, but I didn't know the southeast, southwest and northeast."

While he was cursing, Wang Ye walked in with a horse lantern.

Wang Ye asked, "Captain, I heard you curse through two levels of authenticity. Who is provoking you again?"

"Who else can you do that group of prodigal sons, and you don't know how to save money at all." Li Yunlong said with a dark face, "I lost more than 50,000 bullets in two battles."
To be continued...