"Brother!" Shitou, Heiwa and Long Jie said in unison.
Ma Xingkong smiled slightly: "Okay, you guys came just in time! Kill all these idiots and don't let any of them escape!"
Asahara Mahara pinched Ma Xingkong's collar hard to stop Ma Xingkong from talking anymore. Ma Xingkong was strangled and coughed repeatedly. Asahara Mahara said: "How about I replace those wounded with him?"
Bai Mao Xiong and Liu Wu looked at each other and then at Ma Xingkong. Bai Mao Xiong said: "You are exchanging one person for so many wounded soldiers. This is not a worthwhile deal. Brothers, do it!"
When the white-haired bear called out to take action, Asahara Maara put the pistol on Ma Xingkong's head and shouted loudly: "If you take action, I will take action too! Let him be buried with my soldiers!"
The two sides suddenly fell into a stalemate. Asahara Maara hid behind Ma Xingkong and quietly looked at the group of angry-looking people on the opposite side for a long time. The first person who couldn't help it was the white-haired bear. He stamped his feet and asked Liu Wudao:
"What to do?"
Hei Wa said: "What else can we do? Change it, my eldest brother is in my hands!"
The white-haired bear shouted loudly: "Little Japan! Listen carefully, we agree to the exchange, let my brother go quickly!"
Asahara Maara took a deep breath, stretched out his head from behind Ma Xingkong and shouted: "You guys, first, release my soldiers!"
The white-haired bear waved his hand, and the executioners put the machetes behind their backs, picked up the Japanese soldiers one by one, and walked to the front of the team. There were seven people in total, and the most seriously injured one would definitely not survive.
His intestines were leaking out. The most serious thing was that he had two holes in his legs and could not walk.
The white-haired bear shouted: "Let him go!"
"Send my people here first!" Asahara Maara was still very wary.
"This won't work!" Shitou immediately disagreed: "I released your people, what if you don't release mine? Let's release them together!"
When things got to this point, Asahara Maara still threatened Ma Xingkong's life and always insisted on letting him go first. Just when the two sides were talking about each other and didn't want to give in, a figure suddenly emerged from everyone's eyes.
He jumped out from behind and quickly passed in front of the group of Japanese soldiers in the front row.
Zou Kai put the bloody dagger back into his waist with an expressionless face and stood aside quietly. Everyone was stunned. The few men guarding the Japanese soldiers felt that the Japanese in their hands suddenly became heavy.
They all fell down. When everyone reacted, the eyes of the seven Japanese soldiers were full of fear. A trace of blood was pouring out from their necks.
"Baga!" Asahara Maara pulled the trigger in his hand with trembling hands.
Ma Xingkong heard the sound of gears and various mechanical parts rubbing against each other in the short gun in Asahara's hand. He suddenly tilted his neck back. The back of his head hit Asahara's nose hard. At this moment, "
Bang!" There was a gunshot, and a bullet with sparks grazed Ma Xingkong's forehead and flew into the sky. The violently burning gunpowder burned a piece of Ma Xingkong's head, and a faint stench emitted from the air.
Asahara Mahara felt his nose was sore, and his whole body felt extremely uncomfortable. He hurriedly reached out to cover his nose, and Ma Xingkong took the opportunity to lie down.
"Hit me!" Just when Asahara Maara saw the blood flowing from his nose in his hand, it was as if someone had hit him hard several times with a heavy fist. His whole body flew out involuntarily.
Hei Wa and Long Jie took the lead, shooting and rushing to Ma Xingkong's side. The white bear fired two guns in succession, causing the Japanese to run away with their heads in their arms: "Hit me hard, don't let any of them escape!"
Although Asahara Maara is only a squadron leader, he has the rank of major. According to the establishment of the Japanese army, a squadron only has more than 300 people, and the squadron leader is at most a captain. Asahara Maara's squadron not only has everything of a regular squadron, but also
It also included an artillery squadron, with a number of about 400 people. This squadron made great achievements in the Korean War, but unexpectedly fell into Yingchou Stream.
After a random shooting, none of the remaining Japanese soldiers escaped the net, and they all turned into corpses. Hei Wa and Long Jie helped Ma Xingkong up from the ground and asked hurriedly: "Brother, are you okay?" They turned their heads just in time.
Seeing Zou Kai, Hei Wa said angrily: "Do you want to kill my elder brother and do such a thing? Look, they are all burnt!"
Ma Xingkong touched his burnt hair and patted Zou Kai on the shoulder: "He is indeed a killer. He strikes swiftly. This is how he treats the Japanese. Even if he deserves my life, at least seven Japanese will be buried with me.
Die without complaining!"
In the battle of Yingchoujian, Ma Xingkong relied on the favorable terrain and fought with more than 400 Japanese troops for an afternoon. Bai Maoxiong led the brigade to arrive and wiped out the Japanese troops. It can be regarded as a great victory. All the dead brothers rushed to the mountain and moved them down.
, one by one wiped the dirt off their faces. This time, it was a big blow to Heixiazigou. The team that had just been formed was reduced by nearly one-third. Fortunately, Ma Xingkong and Mu Yunchen
Nothing serious.
Looking at the body lying on the ground, Liu Wu asked: "Brother, how should I deal with it?"
Ma Xingkong squinted his eyes: "Carry it back to the mountain, ask Mr. Feng Shui to find a good place, and bury it properly. The money will be given to their families. These are heroes, and we cannot let them die in peace!"
"What should the Japanese do?" Long Jie asked.
"Take off your clothes and expose your corpse in the wilderness! Let them know the consequences of opposing us on our territory!" Ma Xingkong said angrily.
That night, a celebration party was held in Heixiazigou. A small victory made these bandits who had no idea what the country was, feel the meaning of life. From this moment on, they were no longer bandits, but fighting for national justice.
warrior.
The battle at Yingchoujian lasted for a whole afternoon, and of course Changchun City also received the news. Wang Xingyan originally hoped that Wang Laizi could send troops to take a look. Wang Laizi smiled: "What are you looking at? In the Northeast, there are still people who can compete with the Japanese.
Are you human? Even the young marshal has run away. There is only one way to die if you go against the Japanese!"
In the evening, the news came from Yingchoujian. Wang Laizi's hand was shaking when he touched the mahjong. He grabbed the collar of the person who reported the news and pulled it to him: "Say it again? They are all dead? How is that possible?"
The stench from Wang Laizi's mouth made the reporter feel sick, and he said tremblingly: "They are all dead. Their clothes were stripped off and thrown into the Yingchou Stream. A large group of evil wolves are eating the corpses. The scene is terrifying.
Extremely!"
"Hurry! Hurry!" Wang Laizi stood up, limped out of the door, and led Huang Weida to visit Wang Xingyan's home in a hurry. Wang Xingyan fell asleep in surprise, and Wang Laizi kicked open the door and said in a hurry: "Something big has happened.
, It’s a big deal! Hurry up and go to Yingchou Stream with me!”