Chinese website, providing you with high-speed text first release. He reached out to turn up the lantern on the table, then grabbed a Japanese non-commissioned officer's saber, also known as a sergeant's saber, and placed it horizontally in front of him. He pulled out half of the blade. The light was warm, but the blade was cold. The puppet army platoon leader by the wall shrank his neck and looked down at the ground, his heart beating wildly. This Eighth Route Army officer had no expression on his face, which made him look even more murderous.
Clang—half of the blade was sheathed again, and the puppet army platoon leader finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he was heard asking, "How many instructors are there here?"
Without hesitation, he answered: "Two."
"Where's the other one?"
"He died a while ago, in the village of Qietou."
"Which unit do the puppet troops at Lushuipu and Luoye Village artillery tower belong to?"
“They came from the county.”
"Are there any of your acquaintances?"
"No." Inadvertently sensing the other party's sudden cold breath, the puppet army platoon leader quickly emphasized: "Really, really. We have always been responsible for the assistance and support of the surrounding areas, and we don't have much contact with the county."
With a clang, Cao Changdao was thrown on the table. Hu Yi, who was sitting behind the table, began to look around. His eyes finally fell on the leather bag hanging next to the cabinet. He reached out to take it and flipped through it casually. A map was taken out and unfolded. It was a map of Meixian area, with various annotations on it drawn by the owner of the map himself in red and blue pencils.
"Clear the table for me." He stared at the map in his hand and gave orders without looking up.
The puppet army platoon leader hurried to the desk, took away the cups, plates and empty cans, pushed the Cao Changdao to the side of the desk next to the lamp, and finally wiped the desk with his sleeve. Seeing Hu Yi spread the map on the table and continued to read it, he wanted to turn around, but was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he added: "Sir, let me pour you a glass of water."
"Yeah." He answered without looking up.
I took a general look at the map. It was drawn in great detail, but unfortunately it lacked key deployment information. Either the Japanese were not of high enough rank, or the Hekouying was not of high enough grade. However, this map was still good, and seemed to be better than the one in the regiment commander's hand. As the platoon leader of the ninth platoon, what else could I be dissatisfied with? I took it.
The map was folded, and a cup of hot water was carefully brought to the table by the puppet army platoon leader. At this time, a pair of braids swayed in through the open door.
The puppet army platoon leader was stunned on the spot. A girl, Eighth Route Army! He suddenly remembered the ghost nursery rhyme outside the gate and subconsciously asked, "That... was it you who sang it?"
A pair of beautiful eyes blinked blankly at the puppet army platoon leader in the light, and suddenly a confused look appeared, and he asked puzzledly: "What am I singing?"
"Is that the nursery rhyme we heard in the wild?"
The girl suddenly showed a look of fear, and her fists were clenched around her collar nervously: "Oh my God! You heard it too? I thought I heard it wrong... Turns out you also... Ah!" A girl's terrified scream suddenly rang out in the room.
Then a potato-like figure rushed into the door with a swish, staring straight at the puppet army platoon leader without saying a word, and at the same time pulled out the bayonet hanging on his waist with his right hand, scaring the puppet army platoon leader so much that he fell to the ground on the spot, rolling and crawling backwards to hide.
"Stop talking nonsense." Hu Yi stopped Wu Shitou and glanced at Hongying at the same time.
"Uh - I forgot the idiot was at the door." Hongying scratched the back of her head awkwardly while shaking her braids. She wanted to take the opportunity to continue her performance, but the idiot ruined her mood. She felt very unfulfilled.
The puppet army platoon leader's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. What kind of people are these
Pulling open the drawer, Hu Yi's eyes were fixed on a leather box. The shape of it indicated that... this was something he hadn't touched for a long time. He opened it and found a 13-year-old six-fold telescope, with a thin hanging strap, black paint, and a copper mirror body. Just holding it in his hand, he seemed to have seen a limited distance.
"Hey! What is this?" Hongying, who was rummaging through the cabinet nearby, threw down the can in her hand, took out a metal object, and looked curiously with her big eyes.
It is a flat iron box about twelve centimeters high and six centimeters wide with a small cylindrical protrusion on one end. It looks like a flat metal wine jug, almost exactly the same, but the spout is covered with glass.
Upon hearing the sound, Hu Yi put down the telescope in his hand and looked at what the maid was holding. He thought it was a wine jug or a snuff bottle, but he was not sure for a moment.
The puppet army platoon leader quickly explained: "This is a flashlight."
"What is a flashlight?" Hongying didn't understand.
Hu was surprised. He had seen flashlights before, but they were all cylindrical. How could there be one like this
The puppet army platoon leader came up to Hongying and pointed at an inconspicuous switch: "You will understand when you turn it on."
A beam of light lit up, and a pair of big eyes immediately flashed with excitement: "Fox, you are not allowed to snatch this from me, okay?"
"… "
More than 20 puppet soldiers were stripped of their guns by a group of soldiers, searched one by one, and then lined up on the playground. The Japanese instructor was tied up like a dumpling and lay in front of the puppet army team trying to struggle. Four soldiers stood at the four corners with torches, the torches were burning and making a constant sizzling sound. Shi Cheng and three other soldiers were leisurely walking in front of the team with Type 38 rifles with bayonets hanging on them, and the bayonets were shining brightly in the light of the fire.
Liu Jianqiang excitedly took back his Mauser pistol from the soldiers of the second squad. This time he was not worried about the weapon problem. Although it was not as good as the Type 38 rifles with box guns of the first squad, he was still happy. The five soldiers under him were picking and choosing among the dozen rifles handed over by the puppet army.
As he watched, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Liu Jianqiang began to wonder: Why didn't Ma Liang bring his men to rob? Has he become more aware? Impossible!
He looked around and saw that apart from the light on in the instructor's room of Class Nine, there seemed to be flickering light in another room in the distance. So he stopped watching his men busy and walked towards that place.
Pushing open the door, there were two lanterns in the room. All of Ma Liang's third squad were there. Some were shoving grenades into their pockets, while others were shoveling bullets into their bags. There were more than a dozen ammunition boxes and several gun boxes, all of which were opened. Liu Jianqiang was dumbfounded. Ma Liang, the shameless man, led his third squad straight to the ammunition depot.
"Ma Liang, your son..."
Ma Liang didn't even raise his head: "What are you talking about? Why don't you ask your people to come and take it! Even though it's not a lot, our four classes may not be able to take it all away."
Liu Jianqiang finally came to his senses and was about to turn around when Xu appeared at the door: "The platoon leader notified all squad leaders to report to him immediately."
…
Shi Cheng was the first to arrive at the door, carrying a rifle. Wu Shitou was escorting the puppet army platoon leader out to the playground. He stepped into the room and saw the girl squatting by the cabinet door on the side of the desk, picking through a mess of cans, boxes, and other things. She didn't have time to look up and stood in front of the desk: "Platoon leader, what's the matter?"
Hu Yi, who was sitting behind the table, kept fiddling with the telescope in his hand and said, "Go find a room to lock up those prisoners later."
"OK."
At this time Liu Jianqiang and Ma Liang came in. Ma Liang's pockets were bulging with money, while Liu Jianqiang looked like he had nothing to lose.
"Did you go to the ammunition depot?" Hu Yi asked Ma Liang.
"I asked the third squad to load them. Not too many. There are only two types of bullets, both 79.9mm. There are dozens of guns, all of different qualities, and some grenades."
"Don't pretend yet. I'll have your men bring out a box of grenades later."
"Then I will..." Ma Liang prepared to turn around and go back to the third shift.
"I'll talk to you later."
At this time, Luo Fugui walked in, still chewing something in his mouth, and asked vaguely while chewing: "Are you leaving?"
"Where have you been?" Hu Yi had already guessed the answer by looking at his mouth, but still asked.
He forced himself to swallow the food in his mouth, then said, "Well... Li Xiang was so hungry that he had a headache. I couldn't bear to see it, so I took him to the kitchen." After he finished speaking, he inadvertently saw the cans of food all over the floor next to the girl. His eyes widened on the spot. Damn it, he's at a loss!
"I called you here to arrange combat missions."
The four squad leaders were stunned.
"Since we got in without firing a gun, we can make this a bigger deal and set up an ambush. The ambush site is here, and the target is the puppet army that returns first. The first and second squads will form a group, Shi Cheng will be in charge, and we will ambush on the side of the gate; the third and ninth squads will form a group, I will be in charge, and we will head towards the gate. We will use machine guns as signals and grenades as the main weapons, and we will try to solve the problem in one shot. Do you understand?"
Not expecting another fight, the four squad leaders lowered their heads in unison.
"Also, Ma Liang has a runny nose. You two should change your clothes and stand guard at the gate."
"ah?"
"What? We need to raise the barricades to welcome the returning team in. After the fight in the courtyard, you two must be careful not to face the firepower of the third and ninth squads, and at the same time block the escaped enemies outside the door. Hu Yi was worried about leaving this kind of thing to ordinary soldiers. Liu Jianqiang and Ma Liang, one brave and the other clever, had accumulated enough experience when they were in the ninth squad, so the chance of being exposed was the lowest, so this arrangement was made.
The enemy is the puppet army. They are prepared to fight the unprepared, and their elite soldiers to fight the tired soldiers. The ambush is in your own yard. In this situation, Hu Yi would dare to fight even if two companies of puppet soldiers came back together, let alone one company. After all, you have prepared all the ammunition and grenades.
…
It was almost dawn when a team appeared. They were the ones going to reinforce Lushuipu.
After they arrived at the artillery tower, they confirmed that the Eighth Route Army had retreated, so they cleaned up the battlefield, took a rest, and then started to wander towards Hekouying.
On the way there and back, I strolled around for half the night without doing anything. I was sleepy and tired, and complained all the way back. I didn't feel better until I saw the gate of Hekouying. I was looking forward to resting and sleeping, and I even couldn't help but speed up, relaxing and running towards the end.
The puppet soldiers who usually stood guard at the gate were lazy and only lit bonfires on one side of the gate. Today, they lit bonfires on both sides, making the gate brightly lit, but no one noticed this detailed change.
The two puppet soldiers lifted the barricades early without waiting for the troops to reach the gate, and then waited quietly inside the gate, but no one cared about why these two gatekeepers were so shy.
The team started to enter the gate in a rush. The first one to enter felt a bit uncomfortable. Because there were several torches inside the gate, the area within a few dozen meters was bright. This situation was incomprehensible. It wasn't the imperial army coming to inspect, and it wasn't the New Year. Who were they showing off to? Why were these guys who stayed behind so diligent
I was puzzled, but the team was still moving forward. If I stopped and blocked the way, I would be scolded. So I just lit it up. Torches were cheap anyway. At least it made me feel good to see the bright lights.
The last puppet soldier ran into the gate, and the two guards put up the barricades to block the gate again. However, they seemed to have lost their minds and blocked themselves outside the gate. Unfortunately, no one could see it.
Suddenly, the sound of machine gun fire was heard. From the front, outside the range of the torch light, tongues of fire seemed to flash in the middle of the playground.
Suddenly, I was confused. I thought it was hallucination or tinnitus caused by fatigue. I saw someone fall down, someone shouting, and the whole team panicking. Then I realized that I should hurry up and do something. Either take off the gun behind you, or lie on the ground quickly. Of course, the latter is the correct option.
But just as they were about to lie down, there was a sudden clanging and banging sound. Some people were knocked down on the spot, while others screamed in pain. They forgot to lie down and could only stare at the smoking grenades spinning around their feet. The bright torches illuminated them, and they could see them clearly, but they could not see who threw them.
Suddenly, the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning, as if I was flying in the air. I could not hear any sound and only saw flashes in front of my eyes. The light was brighter than a torch, so bright that it was blinding and made my scalp numb. Each time it was bright for only a moment before returning to darkness.
Boom, boom, boom, boom... The victim couldn't hear it, but the suspect in the dark was shaken so much that he had to grimace and cover his ears.
The entire camp was shaking. The flashes of light from the explosions penetrated the windows again and again, illuminating an office desk in the room. The Cao's long knife on the desk jumped again and again, gradually sliding to the edge of the desk, and finally fell off the desk...