The sudden sound of gunshots startled the group of traitors, and immediately the group of traitors started jumping up and down.
"Someone, hurry up, get the gun!" Boss Huang hurriedly opened his clothes and wanted to pull out the pistol. For some reason, he couldn't open the gun bag even if he died.
"Fuck!" Mr. Huang was so anxious that he almost burst into tears. In desperation, he simply lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead.
The traitors below him wanted to lift the cloth and use their guns to fight back, but before they could load their guns, most of them were knocked down.
Monk Wei held a Boletta submachine gun and poured bullets at the traitors on the road. All the bullets were splashed on the traitors.
Fortunately, Monk Wei knew to leave a few tongues, otherwise these guys on the road would definitely not survive a magazine of bullets.
The three traitors who survived by chance saw that they had no power to fight back, so they gave up resistance and wanted to surrender.
Xizi and Monk Wei easily eliminated this group of traitors.
Monk Wei glanced at Boss Huang who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead.
I have to say that this guy's skill at pretending to be dead was really bad. He just smeared some blood on his face and thought he could get away with it.
Xizi and Monk Wei looked at each other and smiled, then both looked at Boss Huang on the ground.
Monk Wei kicked him lightly and said with a smile: "Hey, get up, don't pretend to be dead. If you pretend to be dead again, don't blame me for being rude."
With that said, Monk Wei held up the bayonet on the 38 cover and gently placed it in the middle of Boss Huang's crotch.
Feeling the cold feeling on Xiao Huang's body, Boss Huang couldn't help but trembled with fright. He immediately got up from the ground and knelt down in front of Monk Wei.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me. I have an old man above me and a young man below me. Dear fellows, please don't shoot." Mr. Huang raised his hands in the air.
"You fucking traitor, shut up!" Xizi raised his gun unceremoniously.
Boletta's wooden gun butt hit Boss Huang hard on the nose.
Boss Huang uttered an ouch, covered his mouth and started wailing.
The other three little traitors didn't want to be beaten like this, so they all silenced their voices and lowered their heads honestly, not daring to make any sound.
Seeing the strange outfits of the two people in front of him, Mr. Huang couldn't help but feel suffocated. Are these fucking human beings?
At this moment, Monk Wei and Xizi were wearing tattered clothes.
Boss Huang was also a little surprised. Why were these two guys in front of him dressed like beggars?
Green and black patterns were also painted on their faces, making it difficult to see their original appearance clearly.
Don't say they are human beings, even if you say they are savages, Boss Huang will believe it.
I haven't heard of any bandits nearby, and the bandits don't have such good guns.
Could it be that the person in front of me is Eighth Route Army?
Boss Huang was shocked and thought to himself that it was bad luck.
How come the Eighth Route Army is the same as Cao Cao? Why are you saying that Cao Cao has arrived?
At this time, Mr. Huang wanted to give himself a big mouth and talked about the Eighth Route Army all the way, but he did not expect that the Eighth Route Army would actually be invited.
Looking at these two guys in front of me, they are definitely not easy to mess with.
Boss Huang endured the pain, his eyes were like radar, scanning Xizi and Monk Wei, his eyes full of doubts.
I’ve never heard of Balu’s outfit...
The clothes that Monk Wei and Xizi wore were naturally auspicious suits, and the patterns painted on their faces were specially made concoctions to prevent mosquito bites.
In addition to preventing insects, it also has a camouflage effect.
How could a traitor like Boss Huang have seen such a forward-looking thing?
Just when Xizi and Monk Wei were paying attention to Boss Huang, there was a dead body behind them. It suddenly got up from the ground and ran away quickly.
Hearing the movement behind her, Xizi turned around quickly. Just as he was about to raise his gun to aim, the Sanba Gaigai in his hand was out of bullets.
Xizi didn't panic, quickly put on the Boletta submachine gun on his back, and took a shot at the traitor.
But it is a pity that the traitor has already run away at this moment, and it is not known whether the bullet has hit him.
"Fuck!" Monk Wei couldn't help but cursed: "This guy runs too fast, like a fucking rabbit."
If a traitor escapes, their traces will most likely be exposed. This matter must be reported to the group leader.
Xizi and Monk Wei escorted the four traitors and found Ding Wei.
Ding Wei was currently busy training the troops and strengthening the combat skills of the soldiers. When he saw Monk Wei and Xizi walking over with a few people in tow.
"What's wrong?" Ding Wei asked.
"When we were conducting latent training, we discovered this group of sneaky guys. They are so thief-minded and must be sent by the Japanese." Monk Wei said with some self-reproach.
"It's a pity that one of the traitors ran too fast and we couldn't catch up."
While speaking, Monk Wei kicked the four traitors in front of him to the ground one by one.
"It's okay." Ding Wei comforted; "Since these guys can touch here, it will be a matter of time before they find our station. You don't have to blame yourself too much."
"Yes!" Monk Wei nodded.
Looking at the familiar attire of these people in front of him, Mr. Huang was so anxious that he almost cried.
On the way, he was still imagining that if he was really a bandit, he might be able to pay for his life, but if he was a bandit, it would be troublesome.
I have long heard that the Eighth Route Army hates evil the most. Being a traitor and hitting the barrel of an Eighth Route Army gun is no different than seeking death.
"Tell me, who sent you here?" Ding Wei said coldly.
"It's too..." Mr. Huang said tremblingly.
"Your mother, you are addicted to being a traitor, aren't you?" Xizi kicked Boss Huang and said.
"Damn it, you look like such a traitor, I want to shoot you!"
As he spoke, Xizi pointed the muzzle of his Boretta submachine gun at the back of Huang's head.
"Devil, devil!" Boss Huang quickly changed his words with a grimace on his face: "Hero, don't point the gun at me, be careful of the gun going off."
"There's so much nonsense!" Ding Wei said sternly: "You can do whatever I ask you. Did the Japanese send you here?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Huang Laoda said continuously: "It was Yu Muling, the old devil, who sent us here to search for traces of your army.
"Dingyang County?" Ding Wei frowned and said, "Fuck you, wherever Dingyang County is, it's not their turn to take care of it."
"Ba Ye, this is the truth. Old Japs Yumuling is worried that we will be recognized." Boss Huang said helplessly.
"That's why he ordered the Imperial Army in each region to switch jurisdictions to conduct searches, and to prohibit local search operations."
"This old devil is very powerful, and he also knows how to avoid striking the enemy off guard." Ding Wei thought to himself.
Hearing Yumuling's name, Ding Wei felt something was wrong: "Yamuling is a colonel, how can he do the things of a major? Don't lie to me, kid!"
"Don't dare, don't dare, Mr. Ba, it seems that the leader of their bullshit brigade said that the former commander Dongye or some other Japanese was not doing well, so he was removed." Boss Huang said cautiously.
"That Japs Tamaki Rei is only temporarily replacing the command of Higashinojima. He will be transferred out of here after the mission is successfully completed."
"Mission, what mission?" Ding Wei said coldly.
"This is the operation that the Japanese are preparing recently. They are planning to find out the traces of the 28th Regiment and the New Regiment, and then launch a large-scale attack against them." Huang Laosan said cautiously.
Ding Wei suddenly became happy. He didn't expect that the 28th Regiment was so famous now that the Japs would actually conduct a military operation against his own troops.
"Captain, our 28th regiment is famous." Monk Wei said happily.
Xizi said disdainfully: "The little devil is quite ambitious, he still wants to eat 28 balls."
…
Hearing the words spoken by the two people in front of him, Mr. Huang looked at Ding Wei in disbelief as if he had been struck by lightning.
Three million alive.
Pooh!
The living leader of the 28th regiment!
Is this unattractive guy the rumored leader of the 28th Regiment?
"You...are you Ding Wei, the leader of the 28th Regiment?" Boss Huang pointed at Ding Wei, and it took him a long time to speak.
"Why, it doesn't look like it?" Ding Wei asked with a smile.
"Boss, look, three million are in the ocean!" One of the traitors looked at Boss Huang, pointed at Ding Wei and said in surprise.
What this traitor said made Ding Wei a little confused.
"Idiot, that's Captain Ding, what three million!" Mr. Huang hit the traitor on the head hard.
The traitor knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he immediately closed his mouth and avoided looking at Ding Wei.
"Wait a minute, what do you mean three million?" Ding Wei frowned.
Boss Huang looked at Ding Wei and said cautiously: "The Japanese have already offered you 3 million yuan for your head.
Whoever can bring your head to the eyes of the Japanese will get three million yuan for himself, plus thirty large yellow croakers if he can catch it alive."
Ding Wei also knew what the big yellow croaker was, it was twelve gold bars.
Three million oceans, thirty large yellow croakers.
Ding Wei never thought that his head would be so valuable. What a big deal that kid had done.
To put it bluntly, Ding Wei has never made things easy for the Japanese since Jizhou, so it is normal for the bounty to increase to this price.
"How many people are the Japanese planning to use to encircle and suppress the 28th Regiment?" Ding Wei asked.
Boss Huang shook his head and said: "I don't know, but there will definitely be many people..."
Seeing Ding Wei's sharp eyes, Boss Huang said anxiously: "I really don't know, we are just a bunch of traitors, and they won't tell us how many troops they have."
As he said that, Boss Huang hurriedly kowtowed: "Eighth Master, Captain Ding, you have a lot of people, please let us go, can you treat us like a fart?"
We will definitely no longer be traitors, and we will join you in fighting the Japanese. I know..."
"Is there an eighty-year-old mother here?" Ding Wei snorted and said disdainfully.
"No, my mother has died long ago." Mr. Huang squeezed out a few drops of cat urine and kowtowed: "My child must have..."
Not understanding what he said, Ding Wei kicked him: "Fuck your mother, if your mother hadn't died, you would have pissed her off to death.
If you want to survive, I'll give you a chance to honestly tell you all the bad things you did, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
"Xizi, monk, take them down and keep them separate. If there is any discrepancy with what they told you, do as you wish and let them remember it for a long time." Ding Wei said coldly.
"Yes!" Monk Wei and Xizi stepped forward to accept the order.
The two of them were like dragging dogs to death, dragging a traitor with one hand and dragging them down.
Zhang Long quickly walked up to Ding Wei and said: "Captain, since there are traitors who can come here, it will be a matter of time before the little devil discovers our traces."
"What are you afraid of? I'm about to find trouble with the Japs. It's fine if they are willing to bring them in, but before that, I have to give some eye drops to the Japs around me." Ding Wei sneered.
The 28th Regiment is no longer the 28th Regiment, and the base area is no longer the same base area.
To put it bluntly, if the 28th Regiment really couldn't stop the Japanese attack, they could still pull into the tunnel.
If the tunnels still fail, they can retreat to the mountains, ambush the Japanese, and engage in jungle warfare. This is the skill of the Eighth Route Army.
Because a traitor escaped, Ding Wei felt that the Japanese would attack at any time. When he started to prepare for war, the entire base immediately became busy.
The soldiers entered the trenches one after another and arrived at their respective fighting positions, ready to welcome the enemy's arrival at any time.
…
Dingyang County, in the garrison headquarters.
Yumuling looked at the four landlord-looking people in front of her with an unkind expression.
They are none other than the family members of the four landlords who were hacked to death by Ding Wei before, and the landlords who were officially blackmailed by Yu Muling.
These guys learned that their father had been hacked by the Eight Route Army, so they came to the door one after another.
Who would have thought that just after a trip to another place, he would come home and find that his father was gone.
They paid money to the Japanese in the city and were willing to cooperate. In fact, they were prepared to pay for their lives and wanted to rely on the Japanese to seek a stable life in order to extract more money.
But who would have known that the four of them's father would actually be killed by the Eighth Route Army, and several of their family's shops would also suffer heavy losses. These four guys were instantly unwilling to do so.
These four people want to join forces to put some pressure on Yumuling, forcing him to find the people who attacked the county town and recover their losses.
"I already know your request. I believe in the strength of the Japanese Empire. Regarding the matter of Dingyang County, I will definitely give you an answer!" Yumu Ling said with an unkind expression.
As she said that, Tamaki Ling waved her hands impatiently, as if to ward off flies, wanting to be chased away by them.
Seeing that Yumuling was on the verge of breaking out, these four landlords did not go too far and said goodbye very wisely.
Seeing the figures of the four landlords disappear from sight, Tamaki Ling slapped the table hard.
If it hadn't been for Hirakata Yongfu's orders, he would have shot these landowners long ago in order to ensure the normal operation of the county and provide tax revenue for the imperial army.
A few Chinese people actually dared to threaten the imperial army at the headquarters. Their conscience was really broken.
However, he could only think about it. It was said that these landowners gave something to Hirakawa Yongfu and actually got involved with the brigade leader.
As a result, the brigade commander personally ordered Tamaki Ling to capture the person who killed their father.
Just as she was thinking about it, Yumuling suddenly heard a report.
"Your Excellency Colonel, the Imperial Alliance Army has an emergency situation that I would like to report to you!" a guard at the door said.
Hearing this, Yumuling's expression became tense and she said urgently: "Quickly, let him in!"
Then, a puppet soldier walked in the door, covering his buttocks and limping.
"What information do you have?" Tamaki Ling tried her best to make her expression look warmer.
"Taijun, we have discovered the Eighth Route Army Station!" the puppet soldier said in a trembling voice.
"Nani, what did you say? Tell me where they are!" Yumuling looked excited and walked quickly to the puppet soldier, put her hands on his shoulders and said.