Besides, Zhuanshan Leopard led more than 100 men, carrying more than a dozen pack horses and mules, and walked confidently on the rugged mountain road. The pride and satisfaction in my heart cannot be summed up by the word "shuang".
Zhuanshan Bao's real name is Liu Hong, and he was originally a ruffian platoon leader in the Northwest Army. He was captured during the Central Plains War. The National Army discovered that he had many bad habits and sent him back to his hometown of Shaanxi. Go back to your hometown in Shaanxi and live the hard life with your face facing the loess and your back facing the sky? For Liu Hong, who was involved in prostitution and gambling, and usually relied on bullying the people to eat and drink, this was like returning to hell from heaven, and he felt very unwilling.
So he instigated a few scum in the army, and bewitched a group of ignorant subordinates. He broke out in revolt while being escorted, killed a squad of National Army soldiers escorting them, grabbed the gun and fled into the Taihang Mountains. Taking advantage of the failure of the Central Plains War, the Jin army retreated significantly to the Taiyuan front line. Except for the security teams in various counties, there was basically no space for regular troops to be stationed in the entire southeast of Shanxi. They committed crimes continuously and captured several groups of local bandits. In less than two months, Over time, it has developed to a scale of nearly two hundred people today.
Moreover, when he set up an ambush between Jincheng and Gaoping today, he visited many locations and learned that except for the security teams of the two counties, there were no other garrison troops within a hundred miles nearby. When the security team gets the news and dispatches, it will be tomorrow. Besides, with the few broken guns of the security team, whether they dare to come is another matter.
Therefore, Liu Hong lost his guard after the successful robbery and allowed a group of his men to slowly and leisurely move forward on the mountain road like a spring outing.
At this time, a bandit walking behind felt urgent to urinate, so he smiled and said to his companion: "Let's release the water. Good brothers should also release the water together." The other bandit also smiled and nodded in agreement, jokingly saying: "I said old Hui, you didn’t get angry when you saw those girls in front of you, did you? Let the water go to put out the fire? Hahaha!”
The two of them made dirty jokes, walked to a tree, unbuckled their pants, took out the stuff and started peeing. Just when they had finished urinating and were about to tremble, two big men wearing hoods and covered with weeds and leaves suddenly appeared from behind them. Before they could react, two iron gate-like arms strangled their necks. In an instant, he was dragged and disappeared among the trees, leaving only two pools of steaming liquid on the ground...
While walking, Liu Hong suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked back just now and saw that there seemed to be some people missing from the team. Looking back again, I saw that the long and winding marching team really seemed to be missing a tail. I immediately became alert, ready to gather the team and count the number of people. At this moment, a slight "Puff-Puff-Puff" sound suddenly sounded from all around, and in the blink of an eye, more than twenty people in the team fell with a muffled sound.
Liu Hong didn't know what a silencer was. He thought he had encountered a ghost. He was trembling in his heart and didn't come back to his senses. A hole suddenly exploded in the head of a colleague from the Northwest Army next to him. Amidst the flying black and white liquid and minced meat, Liu Hong's shrill and hoarse roar echoed in the mountains: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
It was late, and the mountain road between the woods was crowded with bandits who had lost their vigilance. With no cover, they were living targets. By the time Liu Hong realized that this was an enemy attack, more than fifty people had fallen.
But there is no point in realizing it. The enemies are all in the woods, behind, on the left and on the left. You are in the light and others are in the dark. No one can see who you are shooting with your gun?
Only a few bandits who reacted quickly fired a few shots aimlessly into the woods, and then... Of course, there was nothing more. The bandits who fired were all dead instantly. This time there was the sound of rifles "Bang Bang!", the deafening sound of machine guns, and the crisp "tap-tap-tap" sound of Chicago typewriters. Except for the middle of the team where the hostages were located, they were shot by rifles. The bandits at the base were miserable. They were mowed down by machine guns and Thomson guns. The bandits' cries of fear and despair came from the mountain road.
Liu Hong was finally scared, frightened, trembling, and collapsed. He directly raised his hands and knelt on the ground and cried: "Surrender, grandpas, stop fighting, um, we surrender."
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Zhao Yi's eyes were opened this time. Fighting can still be fought like this, it's just like playing. He only played a small role in tracking the bandits. I'm afraid the benefactor did it deliberately because he wanted to test his abilities. These bandits were walked by people and trampled by mules and horses along the way, so no tracking skills were needed.
What's more, observing the tracking method of this young team led by my benefactor on the mountain road, they are all veterans who walk on mountainous terrain as if they were walking on flat ground. With a random gesture, who moves forward and who moves behind, outflanking, pinching the head and tail, it is as natural as eating and drinking.
What's even more shocking is their fighting methods. Those who can do it secretly will never attack blindly, those who can sneak attack will never attack forcefully, and those who can do it quickly will never be sloppy. His shots are steady, accurate and ruthless, his moves are deadly, and his spears are bloody. This is similar to the assassin's art that I learned since childhood. Not to mention the marksmanship, accuracy, and rate of fire.
When setting off, Zhou Wen installed a silencer on his Colt M1911 pistol and gave it to Zhao Yi for use. But from the beginning to the end of the battle, Zhao Yi, who thought he was a good shot, held the pistol with a large cylinder in the muzzle, as if he was lost, and did not fire a single shot. It's not that he didn't dare to shoot, but that he didn't have a target to shoot at. Those who he could hit were all knocked down before he could take aim. Don't you all have to aim? Zhao Yi said depressedly.
admire! Shock! Open your eyes! This is Zhao Yi's current mood. Dozens of people were all experts. No wonder he was blocked without knowing it that night. It is not unfair to fall into the hands of such a master.
At this time, Liu Hong and more than a dozen surviving bandits were tied up. Zhou Wen stepped forward to untie the two foreigners who were in shock. He only heard the blond female foreigner about forty years old speaking in stuttering Chinese. Thanks. The tears around my eyes are still wet.
The middle-aged foreign man was quite calm and was comforting his wife in a low voice. Zhou Wen heard that he was speaking German. But I was not proficient in German, so I tried to say to them in English: "Can you speak English?" The male foreigner instantly replied in English in surprise: "Thank God, it's great, we can finally communicate."
Suddenly thinking of something, he bowed slightly to Zhou Wen apologetically and said: "Dear Mr. Colonel, please forgive me for being rude. I am a little too excited that we can escape from death. Please allow me to introduce that we are from Germany. This is me." My wife, Catherine, is Mandel Gustav. I am deeply grateful for your life-saving grace. But please believe me, we Germans do not just pay lip service to our gratitude."
