Fengtian, in front of the Fengtian garrison of the Kwantung Army.
Two Japanese soldiers stood with guns, and they poked there motionlessly, standing like wooden stakes, watching the people coming and going.
There were people coming and going at the gate, and there were indeed many people coming and going.
In addition to the Japanese, those who can enter and exit here are puppet officers wearing puppet army uniforms, puppet policemen wearing black and white roads and detective teams wearing plainclothes.
He Xuezhang walked out of the gate of the garrison wearing shiny horse boots, stood on the steps and looked around. After confirming that everything was calm, he then walked towards his war horse not far away.
There, forty or fifty soldiers from the security army were waiting patiently. These people were his confidants and close friends, and the ones he believed the most.
At that time, there was no shortage of traitors, especially after the Japanese occupied the three northeastern provinces, some people were willing to recognize the thief as their fathers and became lackeys for the Japanese in a noble way.
Just because the Japanese occupied Fengtian for less than a year or two, there was a brigade of the puppet army under their command, and in addition, there were a large number of puppet policemen, commonly known as Black Dogzi.
The puppet army was nicknamed by the Chinese people and a manifestation of hatred for them. In fact, the Japanese called them the Joint Prevention and Security Army of the Three East Provinces, referred to as the "Public Security Army".
A brigade here in Fengtian, whose brigade commander was named He Xuezhang, nicknamed "He Hei Shou". He was once a famous bandit in Fengtian Province. He was full of sins and murdered people. Even if a child heard about his name, he would be
I was so scared that I dared not cry.
When the Northeast Army was there, he had encircled and suppressed him several times. The most powerful time, the Ninth Brigade sent a regiment to the mountains to encircle him. That time, he almost wiped out He Xuezhang's team, and in the end only a dozen people escaped from the siege.
Since then, He Xuezhang has disappeared, and there has been no news about him for at least two or three years. However, no one expected that when the Japanese occupied the three northeastern provinces, the infamous bandit leader actually transformed into a public security army, Fengtian.
The brigade commander of the First Brigade was a lackey for the Japanese.
Since then, the people have suffered. This bastard has become more and more harmful to the people. Almost all the villagers from all over the countryside and five miles have been harmed by him, and they have long hated him to the core.
However, after hatred, people have no way to use this bad thing. Maybe he has done too many bad things, so people are very cautious and their whereabouts are erratic. Even if they come out, they will lead a large team, so they want to kill him.
Very difficult.
He Xuezhang looked in a good mood today, with a smile on his face and a small song in his mouth, and walked towards his team.
The suggestion he made to the Japanese just now was recognized by the Japanese, and the garrison captain Senda also praised him specifically, which surprised him and was grateful, and he wanted to lie on the ground and lick the Japanese boots.
He Xuezhang has no idea of family and country. In his mind, whoever makes him benefit is his backer. He is already a mother who has milk, right?
"Brig Commander, where are we going? Why don't we go to Tianxiang Tower for a walk?" A boy dressed in an adjutant saw that his brigade commander had come over, hurriedly handed him the horse whip, then reached out and pulled the war horse with his face.
With a wretched smile, "I heard from the old madam that there are a few good people coming recently, why don't you go and try it?"
He Xuezhang waved his hand impatiently, "If you don't go, don't go, I'm feeling uncomfortable recently and I don't have that intention."
After rejecting the adjutant's proposal, He Xuezhang seemed to remember something. One of his feet had already stepped into the stirrups. He stopped at this time and turned around to look at him, "By the way, Dog Zuozi, you said Guandong
The guy named Liang San in Shan is here, where is he now?"
The adjutant Gou Shengzi thought for a while and then said, "I arranged him in the brigade headquarters. The old guy said he had to see you, otherwise he would not leave."
"Okay, then let's go over and see him. After all, this is my brother-in-law." He Xuezhang shouted, turned over and walked towards the city gate with dozens of subordinates calling in front of him and behind him.
The garrison's garrison was located in the east of the city, while He Xuezhang's garrison was located in the south of the city. He needed to leave the city from the south gate, so he led his people to the cross street.
Fengtian City was not very big, so I quickly arrived near Cross Street and turned to the street leading to the South Gate.
He Xuezhang rode on his black Eastern horse, holding the oriental knife given to him by the Japanese in one hand, and gently shaking the horse whip with the other hand, leisurely looking at the surrounding scenery.
After the Japanese occupied Fengtian, people were afraid at first, but later they saw that the Japanese did not act particularly fiercely, so they felt at ease, so Fengtian's economy flourished again.
On both sides of the Cross Street, there are stalls selling things, all kinds of things, making the eyes full of men, shouting one after another, which is particularly lively.
He Xuezhang was walking along the street when suddenly a wheelbarrow came in front of him. The one who was pushing the cart was a dark man in his forties. The small cart seemed to be loaded with mung beans, and the wheelbarrow was creaking and creaking.
The wheelbarrow was getting closer and closer, and He Xuezhang didn't take it seriously. He continued to walk forward, intending to cross with the other party.
At this moment, the person pushing the cart seemed to want to give in to the side, but he was a little anxious, but he fell to the ground with a thud.
The wheelbarrow fell to the ground, and the pockets of the mung beans on the car were all opened. Now all the mung beans spilled out and were scattered everywhere.
He Xuezhang frowned and glanced at the cart. Seeing that he hurriedly picked up the mung beans on the ground with his hands and put them in his pocket. However, there were too many mung beans spilling on the ground, and it was impossible to collect them in a short time.
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Seeing that the vendor did not block his way, He Xuezhang ignored it and continued to walk forward and passed by the wheelbarrow.
Just as the two passed by, the middle-aged man squatting on the ground holding mung beans, his head lowered slightly, and a light flashed in his eyes. He held a bunch of mung beans in both hands, and it seemed that he was planning to turn around and put it in.
In his pocket, he suddenly raised his hand and sprinkled at the security soldiers opposite him.
Unpredictable, mung beans hit people in the face, causing them to close their eyes slightly.
Brush———The big man selling mung beans reached out and pulled out a pistol from the mung bean pocket of the wheelbarrow, raised his head and pointed at He Xuezhang on the opposite side, pulling the trigger.
A shrill bullet resounded throughout the streets, and the man fired four or five bullets in one breath. It seemed that he didn't want He Xuezhang to live.
What he didn't expect was that while he pulled out his gun, He Xuezhang had already jumped up from the war horse and jumped out towards the stall next to him.
He Xuezhang was a famous bandit leader in Fengtian Province at the time. He was not only scheming, cunning, but also extraordinary skills and extremely alert, and always had three points of vigilance.
Although the sneak attack of selling mung beans was suddenly, He Xuezhang was wary of it at some point, so he could avoid it in time when the other party took action.
A bullet hit the big dark horse's forehead, killing it immediately, but the rest of the bullets fell into nothing and all hit the sky.
He Xuezhang rolled behind a grocery stall, pulled out his pistol with his hand, and his beards were shaking, "Hehe, boy wants to kill me, you are still tender."
The big man who sold mung beans failed a few shots and knew that things were not good. He turned around and rushed behind the pillar next to him. It seemed that he had already prepared.
At the same time, more than a dozen people of costumes appeared on both ends of the street, each holding a gun and shooting at the thirty or forty people brought by He Xuezhang.
Although he was caught off guard, several of them were injured, the soldiers of the Public Security Army quickly calmed down. They each looked for hidden places and began to raise their guns to shoot.
For a moment, the two sides shot against each other across the street, and no one could do anything to each other for the time being.
The mung bean seller flew away the felt hat on his head, revealing a young face below. It turned out that he was just a young man pretending to be, and then he raised his gun and wanted to chase He Xuezhang.
One hand hurriedly grabbed him, and then the roaring voice rang out, "Young Master Zhou, go quickly, the assassination failed."
The man who was called Young Master Zhou seemed a little unwilling to accept it. He held up his gun and kept shooting at the place where He Xuezhang was hiding, but he couldn't hit him at all.
He Xuezhang hid behind the grocery stall, holding a pistol in his hand, as if in a casual manner, but a ferocious smile appeared on his face, "Since you are here, you still want to leave, what is the one who is me, the vegetable market?"
At this time, the unique whistle of Japanese soldiers was sounded in the distance, and the sirens from the police station, as if the enemy's reinforcements had been reached.
The young man, who was called Young Master Zhou, also knew that he had no chance to kill He Xuezhang, so he cursed fiercely, followed the man who was pulling him and ran away.
The rest of the people who emerged were shooting and retreating, and soon got into the alley and disappeared.
At this time, the young man, Young Master Zhou and the big man, also rushed to the entrance of the alley and were about to drill into it, but a gunshot came from behind.
The big man beside Young Master Zhou staggered, then fell to the ground, and a bullet hole suddenly appeared on his left leg, and blood sprayed out.
"Uncle Wang, you are injured." Young Master Zhou also stopped. After seeing the grocery stall, He Xuezhang slowly stood up. The pistol in his hand was still emitting blue smoke. He immediately knew that he was firing.
Uncle Wang, who was lying on the ground, pushed Master Zhou and pushed him into the alley, shouting hoarsely, "Master Zhou, go quickly, don't forget what I said to you."
"Uncle Wang!" Young Master Zhou was hesitating and didn't want to leave, but found that the shadow of a pseudo-police had appeared on the street, so he had to turn around and run away.
Uncle Wang struggled to stand up from the ground, flew in the corner with his gun, and shot outside, hoping to delay more time.
But when He Xuezhang raised his hand, several blood flowers burst out from Uncle Wang's body, and then he fell down softly.