"Who are you from? How come you are mixed in among the common people?" Faced with the muzzles of more than a dozen black guns, Second Lieutenant Liu Yang was staring at him in a panic. He could see that these guys jumped out of the two trucks.
He was not a good person, and the murderous aura in his body made him tremble with fear. He should never have led his soldiers to attack these two trucks. If not, he would not have been surrounded by them.
"Don't shoot, brother Hou Shengjun of the 18th Division of the 78th Army, which army are you from?" Second Lieutenant **, who was pointed at by a gun, spread his hands and spoke with a Hunan accent that was in line with his title of the 18th Division.
Who doesn’t know that the commander of the 18th Division, Zhu Yaohua, is from Changsha, Hunan. Hearing that he is from the 18th Division, Niu Wazi and several soldiers standing on the wings lowered their guns, but there was no order from Xie Bo or Liu Yangyang.
Their guns were still pointed at Hou Shengjun and his dozen soldiers, intentionally or unintentionally.
"The Eighteenth Division?" A trace of doubt flashed in Xie Bo's eyes in the carriage. The troops of the Eighteenth Division should be stationed in Dachang. This is Qiandeng Town near Suzhou. What are the people of the Eighteenth Division doing here?
?Xie Bo coughed twice, and Liu Yangyang, who was standing against the tailgate of the carriage, leaned back slightly and leaned against the carriage board so that he could hear what Xie Bo said.
"You ask them, aren't the 18th Division stationed in Baoshan? Why did they come here?" Xie Bo is a smart man. He commanded the Second Company to fight with the Japanese troops who had infiltrated into the city in Shanghai for several days, and disguised themselves as Japanese troops.
The incident of ** has always been brooding on his mind. If the Japanese army had not disguised themselves as ** to participate in the war, his brothers would not have suffered so many casualties. This is already Qiandeng Town, close to Suzhou, and the one Xie Bo and the others saw the most along the way was
Refugees and women in military uniforms only appeared sporadically and they were all in a hurry. How could there be guys like these guys hanging out among the refugees.
Liu Yangyang is arrogant, but that does not mean that he is not smart enough. When Xie Bo said this, Liu Yangyang already understood the general meaning. There is something wrong with this group of guys. "We are from the Security Corps, escorting the wounded to Suzhou."
Liu Yangyang took two steps forward with a smile, reached into his pocket and took out a box of crumpled cigarettes to distribute to the group of people. The dozen Japanese soldiers who were fighting against Niu Wazi and the others took a peek at the second lieutenant.
Then he took the cigarette from Liu Yangyang, but no one lit the cigarette immediately.
"Hey, I remembered. Aren't your Eighteenth Division stationed in the direction of Baoshan? Why did you come to Qiandeng Town? This direction is wrong?" Liu Yangyang put the remaining cigarettes into his pocket, and suddenly
Suddenly enlightened, he patted his forehead, and while chatting with the second lieutenant, he took out a match and helped the second lieutenant light his cigarette.
"Brother, you must have remembered wrongly. Our 18th Division is stationed in Dachang, and we were sent by the division headquarters to do reconnaissance and search." The second lieutenant put out his cigarette seemingly displeased, and rolled his eyes at Liu Yangyang.
Liu Yangyang, who was stunned for a moment, was not angry. Instead, he nodded in agreement with a smile on his face, saying that he had remembered it wrong. "Since you are escorting the wounded to Suzhou, we will leave first. Everyone in front of us is being blocked."
We have searched and it is safe. You can safely go to Suzhou to resettle the wounded."
The second lieutenant's words made Liu Yangyang's eyes flash with a stern expression. When he met them just now, these guys were walking in the direction of Suzhou among the refugees. Why did they say they were going back to Dachang now? It seems that they really have a problem.
. Then when he had the opportunity to turn around, Liu Yangyang winked at Niu Wazi and the others who jumped out of the car, then turned around and said with a smile, "Since we met, it's fate. We don't have anything good. There are some cans, biscuits and so on in the car.
It's still a long way from here to the main venue, so I'll bring you some food so you can eat on the way, brothers."
"Hey, you guys, throw some cans and biscuits over here and give them to the brothers of the Eighteenth Division to eat on the road." Regardless of the second lieutenant's refusal, Liu Yangyang turned around and opened the tarp like a hospitable host.
He shouted into the carriage, "You're looking for death. Damn it, you've become my prisoner and you're still so dishonest. I'll kill you little brat now." Liu Yangyang didn't wait for the canned food and wine.
Biscuit, but was hit hard on the forehead by a head that suddenly popped out from the carriage. Liu Yangyang, who was not paying attention to the second lieutenant standing next to him, endured the pain, pulled out the shell gun from his waist and cursed sharply.
"Baga" Liu Yangyang was hit and took a few steps back. Second Lieutenant ** standing next to him suddenly brightened up. The head that popped out of the carriage was a living person, tied up with a rope. Before Liu could wait,
The goat was loaded with bullets, and the young man tied with the rope started to curse. The second lieutenant who deliberately refused Liu Yang to get food for them was stunned. The young man tied with the rope spoke Japanese, and it was
Standard Kyoto accent.
"Damn, it's really unlucky, Niu Wazi, go up and look at him." Liu Yangyang took aim at the shell gun in his hand for a long time, but in the end he didn't fire. He just rubbed his forehead and asked Niu Wazi to climb into the carriage and hold down the quilt.
The man tied with a rope. "The brothers of the 18th Division are laughing. This guy is a Japanese soldier wearing a Japanese military uniform who we captured. We killed a dozen of the people with him, and only this guy is left."
One of them is still useful. The superiors asked us to send the wounded to Suzhou together, telling them what kind of messenger this guy was. There were quite a few pieces of paper in the bag, but none of us recognized the crooked characters."
"This guy is a messenger of the Japanese army? Then brother, you have done a great service. Intercepting intelligence is not a small matter. No wonder you let him mix with the wounded and send him to Suzhou. The higher-ups must want to interrogate the situation." He looked eager.
Second Lieutenant ** kept complimenting Liu Yangyang, who also showed a proud face. Liu Yangyang and his truck were parked on the side of the road. When the two sides were exchanging greetings, they could see that the passing refugees had thinned out a lot. Waiting for
When Niu Wazi tied up the "Japanese military messenger" and jumped out of the truck again, the nearest refugee was already 50 meters away.
"Brother, I really envy you, brother. We have been searching this area for two days and haven't even seen a shadow of a Japanese soldier. It's your good luck." The second lieutenant put his arm around Liu Yangyang's shoulders.
While chatting with each other, little did he know that his free left hand was making vague gestures. Damn it, I knew you had a problem. After receiving the look from Niu Wazi, Liu Yangyang looked confused when the second lieutenant put his arm around his shoulders.
Instead, they chatted with him and ignored the dozen or so "Eighteenth Division" soldiers who were vaguely surrounding them.
He signaled his three soldiers to take the cans and biscuits handed over by Niu Wazi, and exchanged greetings with Liu Yangyang. Second Lieutenant **, who had finished smoking a cigarette, seemed to want to withdraw and leave, but his left hand was already on the bayonet at his waist.
Enter. "Hey, you want to take action now?" Liu Yangyang stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the second lieutenant's right hand on his shoulder. He bent his left elbow and struck the second lieutenant's ribs hard. "Uh," he suddenly suffered.
The second lieutenant cried out in pain when he was hit hard. Before he could react, Liu Yangyang turned around and took a step forward. There was a squeaking sound, and the second lieutenant's right hand was already hanging down limply.
Liu Yangyang's movements were so fast that before the soldiers of the 18th Division could react, he had already broken off the second lieutenant's right arm. "Do it!" Liu Yangyang shouted and squatted down.
Niu Wazi and the others were also squatting down with them. "Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah!" Just as Liu Yangyang shouted and squatted down, he stretched out a few arms from the carriage covered with a tarpaulin.
No less than four shell guns were spitting out bullets, targeting the soldiers who called themselves the Eighteenth Division.
The shell gun also has a resounding name in China - speed machine. This Mauser shell gun has a speed adjustment gear. It can be fired single or continuously like a submachine gun. After being installed on a wooden gun box, it can even
When used as rifles or submachine guns. The men of the 18th Division all used rifles. Their position was only a few meters away from the truck. They were shot at by four repeating shell guns at such a close distance. They didn't even have a chance to pick up their rifles and fire.
"Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap." The hot bullet casings jumped out of the carriage with the sound of gunfire. The soldiers of the 18th Division who were shot at almost didn't even fight back, and were knocked to the ground by the hail of bullets.
"Tell me, who are you?" The second lieutenant officer who had broken his right hand and was hit hard on the ribs by Liu Yangyang curled up like a shrimp. However, Liu Yangyang didn't care so much and directly reached out and grabbed the hair and lifted the second lieutenant up.
Severely cross-examined. Facing Liu Yangyang's questioning, the severely injured second lieutenant kept silent and even closed his eyes. He looked like he was at the mercy of others. Little did he know that his reaction made Xie Bo feel confident in his heart.
of doubt.
"Are you the Japanese army? Tell me your unit number?" A young man with a Japanese Kyoto accent appeared next to Liu Yangyang. It was Tang Cheng, and he was also the "Japanese army messenger" who was tied with a rope and nailed to Liu Yangyang's head just now.
Among the people in the second company, only Tang Cheng can speak Japanese. Pretending to be Japanese prisoners was Xie Bo's improvised plan. If these people from the 18th Division were not Japanese in disguise, then they would definitely not sit back and watch their messengers
Being taken away, the result of the test was just as Xie Bo suspected, these guys couldn't wait to grab this fake Tangcheng.
"Aren't you Japanese?" The second lieutenant who was choked by Liu Yangyang opened his eyes and stared at Tangcheng, "Baga, you Chinese people are so bad, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you
I'm going to kill you." The second lieutenant who was strangled by the neck struggled desperately. After Liu Yangyang hit his neck with the handle of his gun and knocked him unconscious, he finally calmed down.
"Both the dead and those who are not dead will be loaded into vehicles and taken away. We will interrogate them carefully when we get to the place. This is not a place to stay for a long time." The burst of gunfire just now made the refugees who appeared before and after look strange. Liu Yangyang grabbed the unconscious man.
The Japanese soldiers were thrown into the carriage, urging Niu Wazi and the others to clean the battlefield and cover up traces. If there were Japanese soldiers among the refugees, they would definitely become the targets of the Japanese soldiers if they were exposed in the open. The best way is to leave first.