"We really want to fight Taiyuan?"

"certainly!"

“Do we have that many people?”

"Yes, I have!"

"Do we have that many guns?"

"Yes, I have!"

Yang Yue said no restraint and bragged without making drafts.

Anyway, bragging is not illegal these days. I will give them a few injections of chicken blood first. I must be energetic.

"No way? We have so many people?" Xiao Song expressed doubts.

"Can you use a gun?" Yang Yue turned to look at him.

"Yes." Xiao Song answered hurriedly.

"What gun will you use?" Yang Yue asked.

"Mauser."

"good!"

Yang Yue took out a wrench gun and gave it to the other party.

Xiao Song took the shell gun in confusion.

It turned out that it was loaded and filled with bullets.

Twenty sounds, twenty sounds, it is said to be twenty sounds. In fact, most magazines are made of ten bullets.

"This is a mirror box!" Xiao Song subconsciously said to himself.

"Yes!" Yang Yue nodded.

In China at that time, there were many models of the wrench gun.

There are at least thirty domestic imitation arsenals, and each of them produces almost differently.

The mirror box is the one with the highest quality craftsmanship. It is imported from the original. The surface is very smooth. It can be inserted into the waist of the pants, and it is very convenient to insert and unplug.

"Which unit did you belong to?"

"The 686th Regiment of the 343 Brigade."

"Who is your leader?"

"Yang Dezhi."

"Where is the brigade commander?"

"Chen Guang."

Yang Yue tilted his head and thought for a while, it seemed that there was no problem.

It seems that Xiao Song is still a bit cultural. At least, he can remember the names of leaders at all levels. This is already amazing.

It should be noted that most of the Eighth Route Army soldiers at that time could not read half of the big characters before joining the army. How many could remember the names of others?

Of course, it is also possible that Xiao Song is simply a spy from the Japanese invaders.

You said, except for the Japanese spies, who else would remember so clearly? Humph, keep suspicious...

Hong Kong Zhen, Yang Yue now looks like a spy from the Japanese invaders...

"How many people are there in the mass pit?" Yang Yue asked.

"I don't know." Wang Jicheng said slowly, "We don't contact them normally."

"Why are you in touch now?"

"We want to organize riots in the mine and cooperate with the Eighth Route Army to attack."

"oh……"

Yang Yue nodded.

Organizing workers' riots? This is the best thing for the underground party.

If it is well organized, it can indeed cause chaos within the Jingxing Coal Mine. The Japanese are bothered with internal and external troubles, and they probably have the only way to escape in the end.

good!

Help them.

"You go and contact the people inside." Yang Yue said calmly, "Xiao Song, stay."

"I..." Xiao Song wanted to speak but stopped. In the end, he agreed.

Yang Yue looked at him with a squinted eye.

Just wait for Xiao Song to draw his gun.

If this guy is a spy from the Japanese invaders, he will definitely find a way to inform him.

For example, if you have diarrhea, you have to go to the toilet...

But Xiao Song stood stupidly and did not say that he was going out.

"Let's go!"

Wang Jicheng took people to go to the mass grave.

Yang Yue doesn't want to go in.

He was still afraid to see the bones.

To be honest, his psychological endurance may not be as strong as he imagined.

In the end, I'm still afraid of ghosts...

"etc!"

Suddenly, Yang Yue said.

Wang Jicheng and others hurriedly turned around and looked at him in confusion.

"There are traitors in your team." Yang Yue said coldly, "Now, the Japanese are surrounded by a large number of people."

"Ah?" Wang Jicheng was shocked and subconsciously looked at his subordinates.

Yang Yue also looked at Xiao Song coldly.

He felt that Xiao Song was the most like a spy from the Japanese invaders.

As long as Xiao Song pulls out his gun...

hey-hey!

Suddenly, a man with an inconspicuous appearance raised his shell gun and was about to shoot at Wang Jicheng.

Wang Jicheng's face turned pale.

Damn it!

There is really a traitor!

It's really the person around you!

He wanted to raise his gun to fight back, but it was too late.

Bang!

The gunshots.

Someone fell down.

Not Wang Jicheng, but the one who wants to shoot.

Yang Yue took back the shell gun.

joke.

In front of me, do you want to shoot?

"Ding Dong!"

"You kill one of the Japanese invaders at close range."

"You get a regular reward: a domestic 81-1 assault rifle."

"You get 300 points."

Very good, it was indeed a spy from the Japanese invaders.

By the way, the Japanese invaders lurking is too successful.

They actually lurked into the underground party and were not discovered.

Looking at Xiao Song with a squinted eyes...
To be continued...