Two hundred and seventy. The Devil's Nest Takes People (2)
The defense on the fourth floor was very strict, with an iron door closing the entrance to the stairs, and a large iron lock hanging on it.
Luda smashed the iron lock with an axe and pushed open the iron door. The two guards ran over with guns when they heard the sound. Seeing that it was a firefighter, he relaxed his vigilance and pointed the gun at them and shouted loudly: "The prison is in a heavy place,
No entry!"
They spoke Japanese, and Luda heard it inexplicably. The big hand holding the fire axe, veins swelled up, and his eyes dripped around, just looking for an opportunity to start.
Jiang Hailong was pointed at by a gun, raised his hands high, and in desperation, he said in Japanese: "Don't shoot, the fire has spread. The commander ordered us to go upstairs to save people. You can call to verify."
A guard rushed to the telephone like a conditioned reflex, picked up the microphone and called: "Moxi, Moxi!" It was naturally quiet inside, and the telephone line had long been cut off by Wang Dali and the others.
Another guard was holding a gun, how could this firefighter speak so fluently? Jiang Hailong smiled and took a step forward. Suddenly, a small wrist wrapped around his wrist and grabbed his hand holding the gun, and the Japanese guards followed the stairs from four.
When the building rolled to the third floor, Wang Dali and Wu Qiang pounced on them like hungry tigers, killing the Japanese who had fallen to death.
The Japanese who was on the phone were caught by Luda's eagle, and they grabbed their necks and kowtowed to the phone table like a chicken. After a few thumps, they lost their rest.
Two prison guards found Lu Da who was committing an attack and quickly loaded the bullet, but before he could shoot, Jiang Hailong flew over with a fire axe, a Japanese man was embedded in his chest with a sharp axe and fell on the other one.
Ruda jumped over quickly and put on a few axes.
Jiang Hailong and Lu Da split the door of the cell with fire axes to find someone. When Jiang Hailong split the third door, he saw Zhou Jun sitting in the corner looking at himself wearing a fire uniform in a daze, and quickly lifted off his protective hat and asked: "You
Can you still leave by yourself?"
Zhou Jun heard the familiar voice, saw the person coming clearly, jumped up from the ground, and said in surprise: "I'm fine, I didn't expect Brother Jiang to be really here!"
Time is tight, Jiang Hailong is too lazy to answer, throwing out a set of fire uniforms he brought to change them and dragging him out of the cell. Lu Da is still chopping the door at this time. Zhou Jun shouted: "Go away, here is only closed now.
I'm alone."
Wang Dali and Wu Qiang saw them running past, and there was a man in fire uniform between them. They knew that the task was done, so they didn't bother to say hello to Zhou Jun who had just rescued and continued to do their own things. They threw a few of them along the way.
A kerosene bottle was ignited with a match. When the five people rushed out of the first floor, they looked like they were forced out by a fire.
The fire in the building became more and more intense, but the water gun stopped flowing at a critical moment. Wu Qiang, who was wearing a fire suit, shouted: "There is no water in the car, there is a fire hydrant nearby, take us there!"
Two Japanese who could understand Chinese volunteered and ran towards the gate with gestures.
Zhou Jun was caught in the firefighter and climbed onto the fire truck. The fire truck rushed out of the gate with a roar. A Japanese agent leading the way could not dodge and screamed and was run over by the wheel.
Liang Xiaodong and his team members took advantage of the chaos to slip away from the back door of the burned kitchen.
Zhang Shun, who was covering the roof of the opposite building with a sniper rifle, saw that everyone was in a hurry and was unwilling to stay on the cold roof for a long time before evacuating silently. He aimed at Takakura, who was commanding the fire in the yard, and pulled the trigger.
Maybe Takakura should not die for the time being. The Japanese agent who ran back from the gate suddenly grabbed him and reported loudly: "The fire truck drove away, and one of them was crushed to death..." Before he finished speaking, his head burst,
The plasma splattered all over Takakura. The scene was in a panic and it was hard to tell which direction the bullets came from.
Takakura was stunned for a while, and after he woke up, he immediately ordered a group of people to chase the fire truck, and a group of people rushed into the building. This sudden fire was rescued by these firefighters and became more and more prosperous. Now the fire truck has run away, his own
No one escaped from the building. He felt something was wrong, but unfortunately it was too late.
The Japanese military police captain had already received a report of a fire in the Special High School Division. He thought at the time: "The military police are not fire brigades. Although they have the responsibility to protect the agents, they have no obligation to put out the fire for them." He disagreed and did not move.
Gaoke and the gendarmerie are affiliated with different departments and sometimes they don’t buy each other.
Soon, the commander of the military police received another report that a fire truck was stolen. He thought about the two things together, and soon thought that things were extraordinary. He immediately summoned people and led the team to the headquarters of the Special High School Course.
As soon as the military police team left the gate, they were immediately caught fire from a dozen submachine guns of Liang Xiaodong who were ambushing the opposite stairs. They immediately knocked down. Before the Japanese could figure out the situation, they threw more than a dozen grenades upstairs, and the smoke was blown up.
More than a dozen military policemen were injured and killed. The military police captain's face was cut by shrapnel, and blood was dripping, almost killing his life.
Pedestrians fled in all directions on the street, and many stalls were squeezed over. The howlings of wounded soldiers, the crying of pedestrians, and the explosion of grenades were in chaos. The puppet military police drove a police car and roared to meet with the military police.
Passers-by rushed into the opposite building carefully and found no enemy figure. Liang Xiaodong's team members in plain clothes had mixed up with the common people and fled.
After more than half an hour, the police and military police organized good men to arrive at the headquarters of the Special High School Class. More than 20 corpses of Japanese agents who were cut into blood or burned out of recognition were placed in the yard. A group of Shanshan's belated real
The firefighters were working hard to put out the fire. Takakura stood in the yard with a pale face. He couldn't get angry at the military captain and slapped the puppet military police chief who was panting.
After asking about the situation, the military captain ordered the whole city to pursue the stolen fire trucks, attackers and fugitives Zhou Jun.
At this time, Jiang Hailong had driven the fire truck to sound a shrill fire alarm horn as planned and rushed out of the south gate of the province's capital. The puppet army standing guard knew that it was a waste of time to be killed by the fire truck on duty, so he hid far away from the car
Two Japanese sentries wanted to stop the car and interrogate it. Jiang Hailong kicked the accelerator and the powerful fire truck knocked the Japanese and the guns away.
The Japanese puppet army at the gate of the city organized a convoy to chase them out of the city, and the fire trucks had been driven more than ten miles away.
The spy lurking in the suburbs lined up after Jiang Hailong's car passed by and quickly buried landmines on the road.
When the Japanese and puppet military convoy passed by, they were blown up and overturned. Before they could come back to their senses, bullets and grenades on the mountain hit like storm. The puppet army retreated with a gust of wind, and the Japanese supervised war swept several times with machine guns.
The people and puppet troops dared not speak out, so they had to lie down and stop running away. The surviving Japanese puppet troops hid behind the bombed cars, fighting back and calling for reinforcements, and they dared not continue to move forward.
When the military police and the large puppet police arrived after hearing the news, the agile spy platoon soldiers sank into the mountains like arrows and disappeared.