Chapter 88

Hu Hao continued driving, "Sergeant, look at that car. Why is it all covered with 'Eighth Route Army'? Are they our people?" a soldier asked, nudging the person still sleeping with his leg.

"Where? Let me see!" The sergeant quickly leaned over to look and said, "This style is very familiar! It can't be Er Lengzi! Didn't Er Lengzi go to the armory?"

"It's him, right? Can you be sure, Sergeant? If it's not him, should we report it?" the soldier asked.

"Report what? It doesn't matter. Just one person driving a car, what can happen!" the sergeant said, then continued watching the car on the road. "It must be Er Lengzi, no one else would do this! Look, there's blood on those motorcycles! It must be that Er Lengzi who took them from the Japanese. But why did he come this way? Isn't the other county closer to him?" the sergeant said.

Hu Hao didn't care about these things. He knew there were definitely Eighth Route Army lookouts nearby, but it didn't matter. Since he was also part of the Eighth Route Army and his car was marked as such, they shouldn't shoot, right? Hu Hao drove back comfortably.

But the Japanese side was in chaos. The checkpoint called to report that someone had rushed through, using a car from the current military camp. The Japanese command staff quickly checked and found that a car and a driver were indeed missing. After confirming, they hurried to report to the highest commander, Lieutenant Colonel Miyamoto, but the guard wouldn't let them in.

"Sorry, Lieutenant, the company commander is resting. Please don't disturb him. You know the consequences of disturbing Lieutenant Colonel Miyamoto's rest!" the guard said. Miyamoto had no other faults except for his love of sleep. If anyone disturbed his sleep, he would fight to the death!

"Baka, what time is it now? It's almost 8 o'clock. Normally, Miyamoto would have been up by now. A car and a driver are missing from the camp. Are you responsible for this? Move aside quickly!" the lieutenant said, with several other Japanese officers following behind.

The guard thought for a moment. Indeed, normally Lieutenant Colonel Miyamoto would have been up by now. After hesitating, he opened the door and let the staff in. As soon as they entered, they noticed something was wrong. The Japanese flag hanging on the office wall was gone, and the desk was in a mess, clearly indicating someone had been there. When they saw the door to the room was open, they were all shocked and rushed in. Inside, they found Miyamoto lying on the bed, his neck and face covered in blood. The lieutenant went over to check and found that Miyamoto was dead.

"Baka!" The lieutenant turned and slapped the guard across the face.

"Hai," the guard didn't dare to speak, standing there and letting the lieutenant hit him. After all, they were the guards! The lieutenant hit for a while and then quickly said, "Send a report to the commander in Taiyuan. Say that Lieutenant Colonel Miyamoto has been assassinated and request instructions!"

"Hai!" A lieutenant quickly responded and hurried out. The lieutenant said, "Such a small county, how many brave Japanese soldiers have died here? In less than a year, three city commanders have been killed! It seems the Eighth Route Army we face is indeed formidable!"

Hu Hao didn't care about these things. He had already arrived at the local villager's house. After getting there, Hu Hao and two others went to return the clothes the villager had lent him.

"Villager, villager!" Hu Hao called out at the gate.

"Ah! You, you are the soldier from yesterday!" the villager came out, seeing Hu Hao in a Japanese uniform and asked uncertainly.

"Yes, I'm here to return your clothes. I changed into this uniform last night when I killed the Japanese. My clothes are still with you, right?" Hu Hao explained quickly.

"Yes, yes, come in quickly," the villager hurriedly opened the gate and let Hu Hao in. After Hu Hao entered the house, the villager quickly brought out his clothes. Hu Hao put them on, feeling it was safer to wear Eighth Route Army clothes here. Otherwise, he might not know how he would die. After changing, Hu Hao took out two silver dollars from the Japanese uniform and handed them to the villager.

"What is this?" the villager asked, puzzled.

"Hehe, villager, do you have any food? I haven't had breakfast," Hu Hao said quickly.

"Yes, but keep the money. I can't take money for food. I'll go get it for you," the villager said, pushing the money back into Hu Hao's hand and going to get the food. After bringing it out, Hu Hao started eating. The food was steamed buns. After finishing, Hu Hao said to the villager, "Thank you, villager. If you need anything in the future, you can find me. My name is Hu Hao, but they call me Er Lengzi. Just say you're looking for Er Lengzi!" Hu Hao said, secretly putting the silver dollars under the bowl, then said, "Villager, I have to go. Thank you!" After Hu Hao left, he started the car and drove off. The villager only returned to his house after Hu Hao was long gone, and when he picked up the bowl, he saw the two silver dollars. He quickly went out, but Hu Hao's car was already far away.

"Ah! This Eighth Route Army, so honest! Eating a meal and still giving money, and so much! It's enough for me to live for a year!" the villager said, shaking his head and returning to his house.

Now, Hu Hao was full and satisfied. He held the steering wheel with one hand and held a cigarette in the other, smoking through the car window. He hummed a tune, not even knowing what song it was, and drove towards the armory.

It was almost 9 o'clock when Hu Hao entered the forest road leading to the armory. The road was very bumpy, and Hu Hao didn't dare to drive fast!

"Who built this road? It's all shoddy work. They didn't even fill the potholes! Driving is so difficult. I had a hard time stealing this car and bringing it back!" Hu Hao cursed as he got out of the car, seeing the front wheel stuck in a large pothole. After placing many stones under the wheel, he got back in and continued driving, but now he didn't dare to hold the steering wheel with one hand. It was too dangerous on this road!

Hu Hao drove slowly, and not far ahead, Wang, the factory manager, and his team, who were heading to the armory, heard the car and quickly found a place to hide. This road had never seen a car before; the ammunition was always transported by horse or ox-drawn carts. They didn't know if the car was friend or foe, so they quickly hid on higher ground to see who was driving.

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