Are you a spy? Killing the enemy is too cruel.

Chapter 554: Difficult Guerrilla

"Commander Ye, do you really want to take the risk and go into the city? The enemy's inspections in Zhengzhou are extremely strict right now!"

Zheng Yi added:

"Two days ago, one of our contact points was discovered by Japanese spies. A fierce battle broke out and many of our veteran party members were killed. Now the Japanese are conducting a massive hunt for them, and many of our comrades who were hiding have gone silent."

Ye Feng said, would it be difficult for me, a super agent, to sneak into the city of Zhengzhou?

Afterwards, both parties confirmed the time, location, code and other information for tomorrow's meeting.

After both sides said goodbye, Ye Feng and his companions also left to the west to meet the 800-man guerrillas.

In a very remote mountain village, Ye Feng discovered the whereabouts of the guerrillas.

“As expected of the veterans who have experienced the brutal war with blood and flesh and finally survived, even if they are resting on the spot, they still dispatched soldiers to arrange triple-range sentries.” Song Yu said with emotion.

"who!"

As soon as Ye Feng appeared, the four guerrilla fighters immediately stood on full alert, with their guns raised, ready to shoot at any time.

These are the sentries in the open, and there are also secret sentries in the dark.

Through the spy map scanning system, Ye Feng could clearly see that there were three guns in the dark, pointing at him in different directions.

"Shanghai Independent Reorganized Division Commander Ye Feng wants to see your guerrilla leader Comrade Chen Chao."

After Ye Feng explained his purpose, the expressions of the four people opposite him obviously changed.

"Are you Ye Feng? Do you have any proof?" a soldier asked.

Ye Feng smiled faintly and said, "You have a newspaper in your hand, right? You should have heard about my deeds, right?"

In this era, Ye Feng really has nothing to prove his identity.

Officer ID?

He doesn't have that thing either!

Rank? Insignia? Divisional uniform?

Ye Feng had none of these. Only the Shancheng troops would frequently award those medals and honors.

"You, are you really the nationally famous Commander Ye?" a guerrilla fighter asked in surprise.

Not long after, Chen Chao arrived with a platoon of soldiers. The liaison officer took out a document to confirm their identities. After the two sides exchanged greetings, Ye Feng followed Chen Chao into the guerrilla camp. However, after arriving, the scene in front of him shocked Ye Feng deeply. This did not look like a military camp at all, but rather a refugee camp.

Many wounded soldiers had festering wounds due to lack of timely treatment, and the air was filled with the smell of decay.

There were a dozen or so simple thatched houses, crooked wooden walls, a few rusty iron pots, and some mud-stained bags filled with blackened rice and flour, and obviously expired seasonings.

There was no meat, only some withered wild vegetables.

Looking at the soldiers around him, they all looked pale and thin, and it was obvious that they were malnourished.

Ye Feng did not expect that the guerrillas' living conditions would be so bad.

The houses they live in cannot shelter them from the wind and rain, the food they eat is bland, they have no warm clothes, and no medicine to treat their illnesses.

They look even worse than the ancient savages!

"Captain Chen, you guys have worked hard!" Ye Feng was filled with emotion.

Chen Chao was open-minded and said indifferently:

"Commander Ye, to be honest, our conditions are pretty good now. We barely have a place to stay. If it were last year, we would have been surrounded and hunted by the Japanese devils. At that time, we would have been left with nowhere to go. Now, at least we won't be frozen to death or starved to death."

Chen Chao was not wrong. In this war-torn age where life was worthless, it was already very difficult to survive.

As long as you don't die, what else can you ask for?

Soon after, the news of Ye Feng's arrival at the camp spread, and many soldiers gathered around, all wanting to see the underground party hero who, in their minds, had killed the Japanese and made them flee in panic.

"Master Ye, he is so young!"

"Didn't the newspaper say that? Commander Ye is only in his twenties, in the prime of his youth. I never thought that such a famous figure would appear in the history of our party organization."

"It is said that the party's armed forces led by Division Commander Ye have successively recovered Shanghai, Jiangsu, and Anhui, and are now in the Central Plains. Could they be preparing to fight a Central Plains campaign?"

"It's possible. The Japanese are no longer at their peak. Hundreds of thousands of people have died and they are short of troops. This is a good opportunity for us to counterattack."

"The Central Plains War? I'm really looking forward to it!"

"As long as we drive the Japanese out of the Central Plains, we won't have to hide from place to place like this anymore."

"Damn it, I've long wanted to find a good house, have a good meal, and have a good sleep."

"Don't worry, once we drive the Japanese away, good days will come."

……

Listening to the soldiers' discussion, Ye Feng smiled and said, "The good day you want doesn't have to come later. Tonight can be a good day."

A soldier asked curiously, "Commander Ye, what do you mean by this?"

Ye Feng said, "Tonight, let everyone eat white flour buns and drink hot mutton soup. Is this a good day?"

For a moment, the whole place fell silent, and many soldiers were already swallowing their saliva.

White flour buns? Mutton soup?

This is something they only dream of!

Ye Feng said to the people from Song Yu, "Take some money and go to the surrounding rural markets to buy a lot of rice and flour. Buy ten sheep and bring them back to slaughter. Oh, and make some snacks to improve everyone's meals."

Ye Feng took out some Yuan Datou coins and a few small yellow croakers from his pocket and handed them to the clerk Zhang Ye.

In addition to storing a large number of weapons, guns, ammunition, shells, medical equipment, medicines, clothes, shoes, hats and other supplies, the black storage space on Ye Feng's body also contains a lot of food such as flour, rice, bacon, etc.

However, Ye Feng was planning to take these foods to the Yan'an headquarters, so in order to improve the meals for the guerrilla fighters, he had to purchase them locally.

This is Zhengzhou, the provincial capital of Central China. You can still buy supplies in some markets around it.

"Commander Ye, on behalf of all the soldiers, I would like to thank you for your kindness this time." Chen Chao said gratefully.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "These are all captured from the Japanese warehouse. We are using the enemy's things to improve our own food." Then he took out ten small yellow croakers from his backpack, handed them over and said, "Captain Chen, this is a little gift from me. Only when you are full and strong can you fight the devils. Don't refuse. Anyway, these are all captured from the Japanese."

Chen Chao did not hesitate and accepted it generously.

Afterwards, Ye Feng took out twenty boxes of medical treatment medicines from his backpack, including penicillin and penicillin.

Looking at the boxes of Western medicines, Chen Chao's eyes widened and his breathing became extremely rapid, "Commander Ye, these, are you going to give them to us too?" When he saw the golden little yellow croaker, Chen Chao's expression was not excited, but when he saw these medicines, he couldn't hold back.

In times of war, these scarce medicines are more valuable than gold.

Ye Feng said, "Many soldiers' wounds have become inflamed and festering. If they are not treated in time, they will be disabled at best and their lives at worst. Let's quickly ask the medical staff in the team to give the soldiers injections to treat their diseases!"

Chen Chao took the boxes of precious medicines and held them in his arms. He was obviously a dark-skinned tough guy, but at this moment, tears welled up in his eyes. "Commander Ye, on behalf of all the guerrilla fighters in the Chen Dynasty, thank you, thank you, thank you..."

It can be seen that he is an excellent cadre commander who can share weal and woe with his subordinates.

Night falls.

Inside and outside the guerrilla camp, there was a bustling and noisy scene, with a festive atmosphere like that of the New Year.

For the fighters who have been fighting guerrilla warfare in the mountains all year round, today's dinner is particularly rich.

There are large steamed buns, hot mutton soup, and many other roast chicken and duck dishes. It can be said that the food is better than that during the Chinese New Year.