For the sake of privacy and safety, Shanzi decided to evacuate the task force from the county in time, regardless of the fatigue of the long distance.
After leaving the Xianghe Hotel, the task force followed the route they came from and headed west.
After turning into the alley for a while, the sound of footsteps came from the front. Judging from the sound, there were at least ten people walking wearing leather shoes.
Everyone on the team could guess that this was a Japanese patrol.
Ordinarily, when encountering an enemy situation, the task force should immediately change directions to avoid the Japanese patrols. However, Shanzi ordered the team members to fasten the luggage on their backs and hide close to the wall.
Vice-captain Zhao Danian felt something was wrong and reminded Shanzi to evacuate the scene quickly.
Shanzi said that it was too shameful to go home empty-handed to meet the folks, so he just wanted to get some gifts to take back.
Zhao Danian suddenly understood that Shanzi was trying to pull the strings and attack the Japanese patrol.
Thinking of this, Zhao Danian once again reminded Shanzi not to forget the detachment leader's instructions not to take any action against the Japanese army before the independent battalion was established.
Shanzi sneered and replied: "The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. I have the final say on my territory."
Zhao Danian was so choked up by his words that he stared at him and couldn't catch his breath for a long time.
After holding their breath and waiting for a while, the patrol came to the front of Shanzi. The leader vaguely noticed a row of strange black shadows under the wall.
He hurriedly turned on the flashlight, but before the vanguard could see Shanzi's face clearly, the ten team members jumped up and suddenly disappeared.
After flying a few meters in the air, Shanzi kicked his feet sideways. The Japanese at the end let out an oh-oh sound and lay on the ground bleeding from his mouth and nose.
As soon as his toes touched the ground, Shanzi hit a high position and then swept his legs. At the end, the second Japanese swayed three times and fell down in a daze.
Based on his feeling, the second Japs who were knocked down still had some mobility and could at least lie on the ground and shoot. So Shanzi followed closely and hit the opponent's heart with his right foot like a huge boulder.
The kicked devil raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, which dyed most of his head red.
Almost at the moment Shanzi took action, the other team members used their hands and feet at the same time to attack their chosen targets.
There was a crackling fight and a series of groans and chants. Twelve Japs lay scattered on the ground like bundles of firewood.
Just as he was about to pack up his guns, he suddenly heard a crash under the wall. Following the sound, he saw a Japanese man lying on his back, struggling to pull the bolt of the gun. He only had to push forward to pull the trigger.
With quick hands and eyes, Xiaolong rushed over, quickly grabbed the thirty-eight spear, turned the muzzle of the gun and stabbed it down with a slash. The Japanese kicked his legs, and his eyeballs were round and bulging out of their sockets like copper bells.
After packing up the guns and ammunition, Shanzi said that he would leave only a pair of shorts for the Japanese and take everything else away for later use.
After a while, a bright white color appeared in the dark alley.
After walking more than ten meters, Shanzi had a sudden impulse and ordered all the team members to return.
Zhao Danian became more and more depressed and asked Shanzi what he wanted to do.
Shanzi smiled and replied: "People in the Ming Dynasty don't do secret things. We can't let the little devils die in an unknown way. Go back and leave a mark for them."
Returning to the assassination site, Shanzi instructed the team members to write the words "Wind and Thunder Task Force" on each Japanese corpse with bloody fingers.
A few minutes later, Shanzi turned on the flashlight. At this time, it seemed that more than a dozen white corpses reflected red handwriting, which was a beautiful landscape.
After another ten minutes, the task force crossed the wall and left the city.
When they reached a mountain forest, Shanzi ordered the team members to spend the night there.