When Yang Xiong arrived at Li Zengbing's house, it was already 1:00 a.m. at night.

The guard who installed the storefront also hid in the corner of the door and took a nap because of his fatigue.

Yang Xiong and his group walked to the gate. The guards squatting at the gate squinted their eyes and asked, "Captain Wang, aren't you guarding at the entrance of the town? Why are you back?"

Before the captain of the escort team standing beside Yang Xiong spoke, two Eighth Route Army soldiers rushed out behind Yang Xiong, holding rifles and pointing at the other party's head.

"We are the Eighth Route Army. If you dare to say another word, you will blow your head directly!" A soldier threatened.

The guards who were squinting their eyes suddenly woke up, and beads of sweat the size of beans also flowed down from their foreheads.

Then he subconsciously threw away his rifle, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, "Master of the Eighth Route Army, I surrender, don't shoot!"

With the help of two surrendered guards, Yang Xiong easily entered the courtyard of Li Zengwen's house, and directly found the barracks where the guards were located, and took out all the weapons and ammunitions placed by the guards in the corner. Then, five people pointed guns at them and got up from the bed with guns, and tied them into rice dumplings with ropes.

Soon, more than a dozen people from all over the Li Zengpeng family were concentrated in the compound.

At the beginning, when he saw that Yang Xiong had only a dozen people, Li Zengbing was very arrogant and shouted that Yang Xiong would let him go, otherwise he would definitely destroy them when the Japanese came back.

Yang Xiong smiled at all these clamors and then ordered his subordinates to lock them up and wait for the public trial meeting tomorrow before dealing with them.

"Deputy Company Commander, we are rich!" As soon as the prisoners were dealt with, a scream rang out in Yang Xiong's ears.

"Grain, a lot of food. We have found several warehouses in the backyard of Li's family, all of which are full of food, rice and white flour, all of which are excellent!"

Not long after, another subordinate came over to report: "Deputy Company Commander, we found the secret room where Li Zengxing hid money, which was filled with silver dollars, as well as small yellow croaker and bullets!"

Soon, the various harvests of the Eighth Route Army at Li Zengfu's house were counted, including 38 small yellow croakers, five large yellow croakers, 19,536 silver dollars, and more than half a pound of gold and silver jewelry! In addition, there are more than 65,000 kilograms of white flour, nearly 20,000 kilograms of rice, and more than 10,000 kilograms of various mixed grains, a total of 10,000 kilograms of 10,000 kilograms of rice in the north.

"A small mayor makes so much money. No wonder the local people hate them to the core. There is a reason!" Yang Xiong couldn't help but sigh.

Deputy instructor Kang Sheng followed and said, "I don't know how much money and money are there. It must have been accumulated by Li Zengbing forcing him to rob the people. Deputy Company Commander Yang and the battalion department have specially ordered to deal with these seizures, asking us to take out a part of it and give it to the people to make up for their losses, and let everyone know our Eighth Route Army. How do you divide it?"

Yang Xiong replied thoughtfully: "It is definitely unrealistic to bring all of the food back!"

"There are less than 300 households in the town. We divide the grain according to the households. Each household has 50 kilograms of coarse grains, 50 kilograms of fine grains, and a total of 100 kilograms of grains. If you save some, you can eat them for nearly two months. There should be no problem in surviving this cold winter!"

"There is definitely no problem!" Kang Sheng said affirmatively.

"Ordinary people will definitely not be able to bear ** grain. Fifty kilograms of refined grain can be replaced with at least one hundred kilograms of coarse grain, which is 150 kilograms, which is definitely enough for two months!"

Yang Xiong continued to add: "It's good enough. It's the most difficult for the people to bear during the winter. I hope the people here will have a little better this year. But there is one thing: the food cannot be divided here, but it must be divided at tomorrow's public trial meeting."

"The people's fear of Li Zengbing and the Japanese have penetrated into their hearts. If there is no benefit, they will definitely not dare to come to the public trial meeting tomorrow, nor will they dare to stand up and report Li Zengbing's evil deeds. But it will be different if there is a benefit. One hundred kilograms of food can save lives at a critical moment, and they will definitely let the people come!"

"Good solution!" Kang Sheng answered with a positive look!

Early the next morning, a good news spread in the town: "The Eighth Route Army held a public trial meeting at the entrance of the town. As long as the people who attended, each family could receive fifty kilograms of white flour and fifty kilograms of coarse grains at the venue."

Because the Japanese and puppet troops and Li Zengbing jointly exploited each other, the lives of the people in Li Gong Town were worse than before. Ordinary people could still have food and clothing. As the weather became colder and colder, the situation was already broken.

If they cannot get emergency assistance in the colder winter, then many people in Ligong Town will definitely be frozen to death throughout the cold winter.

Therefore, facing the temptation of 100 kilograms of life-saving food, although everyone knows that the Eighth Route Army is a unit that fights the Japanese, they may be retaliated by the Japanese when they attend the Eighth Route Army's public trial meeting. However, in order to get life-saving food and prevent their family from starving to death in the cold winter, they finally went there.

Not long after, seven or eight hundred people in the town gathered in the open space at the entrance of the town.

At this time, Yang Xiong had already set up a one-person rostrum in front of everyone. The mayor Li Zengxing and a group of guard team members were all standing on the platform with their hands tied back.

It was not until the deputy instructor Kang Sheng spoke that the people here knew what the public trial meeting was doing.

Seeing Li Zengtang with a arrogant look on the rostrum, everyone hesitated. Yang Xiong's analysis was correct. For more than ten years, the people's fear of Li Zengbing has penetrated into their hearts. Although Li Zengbing is now tied with his hands, no one can guarantee that he will die today. If he doesn't die, will he take revenge on himself in the future. Even if he dies, will his master, the Japanese, come to take revenge on everyone.

Fortunately, Kang Sheng was prepared, and the two soldiers in ordinary people's clothes stood up one after another and instructed the captain of the guard to kill innocent people in the village.

After confirming that the situation was true, Yang Xiong did not say anything, but rewarded the captain of Li Zengbing's guards with a bullet in front of everyone, and killed him with his own hands!

"Good killing, Zhang Dehui is so damn bad, he should have died long ago!"

"Ying'er, Zhang Dehui is dead. The Eighth Route Army has avenged you, you can rest in peace!"

Soon, all kinds of cheers came from the people, and several people even knelt on the ground and kowtowed towards the rostrum. If nothing unexpected happened, their family must have died at the hands of the captain of the guard team. Now Zhang Dehui was killed by the Eighth Route Army, and kowtowed to express his gratitude to the Eighth Route Army.

At this time, the atmosphere of the entire public trial meeting was truly mobilized. Seeing that the Eighth Route Army had really killed people, the people below did not hesitate and immediately listed the crimes committed by Li Zengwen and his escort team.

In the end, Li Zengbing, his two sons, and eight subordinates all met the standard of shooting.

Without saying a word, Yang Xiong, except for Li Zengbing who cut off his head with a big knife, was killed without a complete body, and everyone else was shot.

After a crisp gunfire, the people were directly excited. Under Kang Sheng's guidance, they raised their fists and shouted: "Long live the Eighth Route Army!"

The warm atmosphere lasted for a minute before calming down, and Yang Xiong also stood up at this time.

"My fellow villagers, in order to make up for everyone's losses, our Eighth Route Army decided to take out some grain from the property of Li Zengbing's family and give it to everyone for free, each household had 50 kilograms of coarse grain and 50 kilograms of white flour. In addition, a family member died tragically at the hands of the Li family, and each household gave an extra 100 kilograms of white flour!"

"In addition, our Eighth Route Army is a unit that fights the Japanese and is now recruiting troops to expand the army. Those who are willing to join our Eighth Route Army will give his family a hundred kilograms of white flour and three pieces of ocean as a settlement fee!"

"The predecessor of our Eighth Route Army was the Red Army. In our Eighth Route Army officers and soldiers were equal. If anyone wants to fight the Japanese, welcome to join our Eighth Route Army!"

"Finally, I want to warn some of the speculators among you that our Eighth Route Army cannot be permanently located here. If someone joins the Japanese and traitors to retaliate against the families of our Eighth Route Army soldiers, no matter who he is, our Eighth Route Army will find him and shoot him in the name of a traitor!"

"Don't doubt the strength of my Eighth Route Army. After all, the Japanese cannot let you live in their military camp. As long as we send one or two masters here, we can kill you. Of course, even if we hide in the Japanese military camp, we have a way to shoot him. We are not afraid of Japanese, let alone the traitors who work hard for the Japanese!"
Chapter completed!