Night fell again, and a new moon, curved like a sickle, hung obliquely in the sky, exuding a cold light that didn't seem like a summer night.
The roofs are uneven, scattered against the backdrop of the crescent moon, like dark silhouettes. This is a dark city under the night sky. There is no difference between sleep and death under the night sky; it is equally quiet.
A figure walked out of the dark alley, stopped at the quiet street corner and looked around, as if he was hesitating about the next direction. Then the light of a match suddenly flashed, lighting the cigarette he was holding and also making his outline unevenly clear. The black brim of the police hat, the white collar badge, and the face of Li Weiba, who was worried. After the match went out, he fell into obscurity again, and the cigarette butt was still flashing red.
It seemed as if someone was observing all this in the darkness. Soon a figure appeared on the other side of the street, approaching like a ghost and stopping beside the police officer.
"We want to take action tonight. What's the situation in the detective team?"
The cigarette butt lit up: "Cancel the plan, wait a little longer."
"Cancel?"
"Yes. Cancel."
"We were ordered to rescue him and we don't want to delay any longer."
"It seems that my second brother has his own plans, and I don't want to disrupt his arrangements at this time."
"But… "
"No buts. If it weren't for my second brother, I wouldn't want to have anything to do with you. After this incident, I hope you won't harass me anymore!"
The light from the cigarette butt was suddenly thrown to the ground and became dimmer and dimmer.
…
It was one of the countless simple houses, with the light of an oil lamp still on in the house.
A figure stalked into the yard carrying a heavy sack. Soon the door opened and he was dragged into the house.
The sack was placed on the floor of the room and then cut open with a kitchen knife, revealing eight box guns, a machine gun, and boxes of bullet packaging. Some of the packaging had cracked, and the spilled bullets shone brightly in the light.
Wang Xiaosan glanced at Tian Sanqi and said, "See? This is the 9th Company's 'Bayonet Fighting'!"
"Childish!" Tian Sanqi answered with these two words, but his eyes could not leave the metallic luster of the machine gun. He tried to use his self-esteem to control his saliva and swallow it, and stay calm.
Tang Dagou bent down and picked up a revolver to test it. He was so calm that no one knew what he was thinking.
Chen Chong continued to be in a daze. At this moment, he finally felt like a soldier of the Ninth Company. He remembered all the figures in the Ku Shui Creek. He was no longer just an ordinary person in the Ninth Company, even though he looked like an ordinary person.
The loser finally began to get nervous. There was no turning back. He was in the enemy city. If a gun was fired, could he still be alive? It was useless to pretend to be dead no matter how good his acting skills were, right? A bunch of psychos! He would rather the sacks were filled with sickles and pickaxes. His breathing rate was a little high. He subconsciously looked at the ear next to him and asked, "Are you scared?"
Yi Er's eyes kept moving between each gun. He seemed to be in panic and at a loss. He answered absentmindedly, "I'm afraid the gun won't go off. Sometimes the gun just doesn't go off."
Xiao Hongying came over at last, grabbed the machine gun, held it in front of her and compared it, then stuffed it to Wang Xiaosan: "Don't just stand there, share it! Leave one for me. We'll start at midnight. Tian Sanqi, you take Chen Chong and Xiao Jia, one team; Da Gou, you take Waste and Yizi, the second team; I'll take Wang Xiaosan and Shazi, the third team."
For some reason, Tian Sanqi and Tang Dagou's eyes finally met unconsciously, one was looking down on them, the other was mocking and looking down on them. I thought these two powerful people should give some advice at this time, but they just looked at each other for no reason. Chen Chong had to say to Xiao Hongying: "Girl, don't we have to make a plan? Are we going to attack directly with a squad? This is in the city, it's different from the battlefield!"
"How is the city? How is the police force? Fox alone was the one who gave it a try! It's dark and gloomy. The more complicated it is, the more troublesome it is. The simpler it is, the fewer things there are to deal with. You all know the situation in the police force. The police force is even less than usual. This time we will act like soldiers instead of thieves and fight as we are best. Group one and group two will take turns. One line will rush into the prison while group three will block the gate to prevent reinforcements. If you don't want the three of us to die too quickly, you should be more efficient and release the prisoners sooner so that the world can be in chaos sooner!"
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Outside the west gate of Meixian, two miles away, the new moon is not as bright as the full moon. You can distinguish between heaven and earth, but you can't see clearly the pitch-black surroundings.
There is a whole battalion of the Eighth Route Army hidden here. Gao Yidao is worthy of being the first general of the independent regiment. Those who like to attack are good at stealing. Although it is composed of three teams, they have already had many love and hatred with each other, and they have tacit understanding and experience. The command feels not much different from being in the same battalion.
This was the last destination in the plan. Wang Peng and Qin You were terrified along the way. On the road to the south, the Japanese and puppet troops passed by in rows, while they were coming north through the fields parallel to the road. What they were afraid of was not that they would miss the enemy from the opposite direction, but the scale of the enemy's mobilization, which was almost out in full force. However, Gao Yidao was so proud of this that he almost thought of himself as the regiment commander!
A soldier's figure vaguely ran out of the dark grass and whispered to Wang Peng: After the enemy had passed, two ditches had been dug halfway on the road leading to Xinglong Town. The enemy no longer had two hours to return for reinforcements, and they had to walk half the distance.
Another soldier appeared out of the dark bushes and reported to Qin You in a low voice: the telephone poles between the county seat and Xinglong Town had just been cut off by a few hundred meters, and Li Xiang was leading his men back and was about to arrive.
Qin You and Wang Peng met in the dark, looked up at the starry sky, and it was almost midnight, so they went to see "Captain Gao" together.
Captain Gao was lying on his stomach in an open space among the pitch-black grass, with a Japanese military raincoat covering his head. Several soldiers surrounded him on both sides, taking care of the edges of the raincoat for fear that light would leak through the gaps. He didn't dare to make a sound because his legs were numb from squatting.
He spent an hour looking at the map. Why? Because Captain Gao now had a flashlight. He was not looking at the map. He was enjoying the light of the flashlight under his raincoat. He didn't understand why the light was brighter than an oil lamp, why it formed a circle wherever it shone, and why it didn't burn his hands or clothes. He shook it and the more he shook it, the more intoxicated he became. It was like a bug crawling slowly on the map. He felt that he was not only the most awesome battalion commander, but also the most sci-fi battalion commander. Sooner or later, he would lead the entire battalion to conquer the world, because the political commissar had said: This world is a ball!
"Gao Yidao, isn't it time to return the flashlight to me? That thing won't stay lit forever! The batteries are very expensive!"
Gao Yidao's dream of conquering the world was shattered by Qin You's voice. He crawled out reluctantly. Without mentioning the flashlight, he asked directly, "Have you finished your work? It's midnight, right? According to the agreement, gunshots should be heard in the city. Now... arrange the orders!"
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In the county town, at the police station, at the corner of the outer wall of the gate, Tian Sanqi shrank his head back into the darkness, pulled the trigger and turned off the safety. Behind him, there were two figures standing side by side against the wall. They were Chen Chong and Xiao Jia, panting.
Chen Chong lowered his voice and asked, "Who will take care of the gate? Have you told me? Should we go through the main gate or climb over the wall?"
Tian Sanqi remained silent.
Xiaojia suddenly asked irrelevantly: "Why do you still call me Xiaojia? Don't the Ninth Company like to call me by nicknames?"
Tian Sanqi and Chen Chong said almost in unison: "You don't deserve it!"
Xiaojia was silent. He clenched the revolver in his hand and then let it go, and clenched it again and again. His palms were already sweaty.
Ten seconds later, Tian Sanqi could no longer hold back and said, "I'm going to get the guard. You two should move away and don't get too close to me!"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound like popping beans!
Wang Xiaosan was standing outside the police station gate, holding his MP18 machine gun and firing wildly at the wooden single-person gate guard booth while walking towards the gate. Two other figures rushed out of the darkness behind him, and the short man in black shouted, "After you enter, follow me to attack the building!"
Although he couldn't see clearly, he could hear clearly that the gate was being beaten into a sieve. Maybe the guard was sleeping inside. Tian Sanqi was speechless. The plan was so simple, so simple that he didn't even have to find a gate!
Let's go! One go! He rushed out of the corner and rushed towards the police station gate. Chen Chong then jumped out behind Tian Sanqi and ran after him. Xiaojia was the last to get out of the corner. His movements were stiff and he used too much force. He slipped and stumbled a few steps before finally falling down...