The puppet soldiers by the suspension bridge noticed that most of the military uniforms in the team were stained with blood, and they were carrying more than 20 stretchers: "Are there many casualties?"
Ma Liang: "Yeah, I didn't expect the Eighth Route Army to be so powerful!"
Followed by Tang Dagou who was yawning, they took the lead to cross the suspension bridge and went straight into the turret.
not long time.
A squad of puppet soldiers in the blockhouse, including those who were sleeping, were gathered in the open space outside the blockhouse.
Luo Fugui followed him into the gun tower, and after a while, he got out of the gun tower and walked straight towards the group of puppet soldiers.
He reached out and pinched the neck of a puppet soldier.
The puppet soldier's feet softened: "Eighth Master... spare your life!"
Luo Fugui entered the blockhouse holding the puppet soldier's collar, which had wet his pants.
The puppet soldier looked at the broad-browed Imperial Army soldiers sitting behind the table on the Datong bunk bed, holding a bayonet in his hand with an expressionless face, and his heart jumped: "Baye, spare your life..."
Next to him, Ma Liang raised his right hand holding the pen and pointed at the noodle bench opposite the table built with ammunition boxes: "Don't be nervous, sit down!"
The puppet soldiers are crying, can I not be nervous? Regardless of the discomfort caused by the wet crotch, he shivered and sat down cautiously.
"Name? Where is your home?"
The puppet army trembled: "Little Zhao Dahu... Zhaojiazhuang..."
"Tell me what you know about everyone in the blockhouse..." Ma Liang paused for a moment before speaking kindly, and then sincerely suggested: "I will ask you one by one. I advise you? It's best not to lie!"
The puppet army's legs were like sifting through chaff: "Eighth Master, brother knows everything, for God's sake, this thief, if he really can't survive, who would want to embarrass his ancestors?"
Half an hour later.
The details of the eleven puppet prisoners guarding the gun tower were clearly revealed by Ma Liang and Zhao Tie.
The squad leader and deputy squad leader of the puppet army are absolutely committing heinous crimes, bullying men and dominating women!
He was directly sentenced to death by Zhao Tie. . .
A soldier covered in blood was trampling the soil on the pit where the two corpses were buried, while complaining: "None of these puppet army officials are good!"
"That's right, a guy who can attack ordinary people deserves to die!" The soldier holding a gun next to him said bitterly.
"Do I think we should give them a chance?" Ma Liang looked at the remaining puppet soldiers beside him and raised his head to ask Zhao Tie.
"Then who gave the dead villagers a chance to kill our underground workers?" Zhao Tie glanced at the puppet soldiers and couldn't help but sneered.
Ma Liang seemed a little unsure: "They were also forced by the Japanese. Besides, we, the Eighth Route Army, give priority to prisoners!"
Zhao Tie sarcastically said: "Then tell me, how can we give him preferential treatment? Let him go and report our whereabouts to the Japanese?"
Ma Liang frowned: "Anyway, it's wrong for you to kill prisoners."
Zhao Tie asked back: "Which of your eyes saw me killing the prisoner? I am pronouncing a sentence. Do you understand the sentence?"
Ma Liang asked deliberately: "What qualifications do you have to pronounce a sentence?"
Zhao Tieyi said sternly: "Hey, anyone who doesn't have proof of returning to fight will be sentenced to death!"
Tang Dagou leaned on the mound outside the turret to bask in the sun, half-opening his eyes: "What a good verdict. These guys used to be bandits. There is no use keeping them. Just kill them all."
There were nine puppet soldiers left. Listening to the conversation between the three, their faces were as white as paper. One of them quickly trembled and begged for mercy: "That eighth master, please spare his life. Although the younger one became a puppet soldier, he usually burns incense and prays to Buddha every day, and sometimes helps fellow villagers." Let’s dig and hoe the ground!”
Ma Liang took a look at the book in his hand and nodded: "Your performance is not bad, but I can't let you go now. This matter is not easy to handle!"
The puppet soldier gritted his teeth and said, "Master Ba, I'm willing to do whatever it takes!"
Zhao Tie nodded: "Anyway? Then I can spare your life!"
Several puppet soldiers nearby panicked: "Eighth Master, we are all willing to do whatever it takes. If this shabby puppet soldier is poked in the back by the villagers every day, I won't do it anymore! I will join the Eighth Route Army today!"
Ma Liang thought for a while: "Hey, I'm not afraid of you going back on your word. If you are willing to change your mind, come here and have your fingerprints pressed."
The remaining nine puppet troops unanimously expressed their willingness to surrender to the Eighth Route Army. They had to save their lives first.
It didn't take long, and a group of puppet soldiers with different expressions on their faces rubbed their hands. Although their fate was unknown, at least they didn't have to worry about being stabbed to death with bayonets.
Be determined.
"Brother, those puppet troops have agreed to join the Eighth Route Army."
Hu Yi took his eyes back from the map and nodded: "Now let's arrange for everyone to have food. Later, let the puppet troops lead the way and seize all the nearby artillery towers!"
"Yes!" Ma Liang immediately came out to deliver the order.
There were too many people to fit in the turret, so a circle of soldiers sat basking in the sun on the top floor of the turret.
The weather was too cold, so Zhao Tie simply led a company of more than 30 soldiers down to the blockade ditch to light a bonfire and sleep.
The sun is at midday, and it is nearly noon.
A group of detectives who followed the puppet army's raids came from the west with seven or eight suspects in custody, apparently preparing to deliver them to the county seat.
"Report, someone is coming from the west!" the observation post roared.
A group of heads immediately appeared on the top of the turret, looking to the west.
"Hurry up and put your head back!" Ma Liang hurriedly ran to the top of the turret.
"Twenty-two!" Ma Liang shouted to the tower below after looking through the binoculars for a long time.
After yelling, he ran directly under the turret.
In the blocked ditch next to the suspension bridge, dozens of sleeping puppet soldiers who heard Ma Liang's roar left the bonfire and hurriedly climbed up.
The turret was too small to hold as many people as the first and second companies, not to mention the wounded who needed to rest.
Cursing loudly, I wanted to squeeze to the suspension bridge to go on duty.
Not much effort.
The detective team driving a donkey cart came to the suspension bridge from the west in a dusty way.
With a smile on his face, Ma Liang looked at the detective team member who arrived first and looked like the leader and asked, "How is the situation in the west?"
The detective team member quickly replied: "The Eighth Route Army troops ran to the west, and the imperial army is mobilizing manpower to pursue them."
"You have gained a lot!" Ma Liang said, letting the team behind the traitor pass.
"No matter where, we have arrested seven suspects, and your share will be indispensable. Uh, why didn't I see you, Squad Leader Liu?" The leading traitor said as he took out a pack of cigarettes, shook out one and handed it to Ma Liang.
Ma Liang took the cigarette smoothly: "The squad leader worked all night yesterday and went to bed!"
"Brother, you seem to be new here, right? Why haven't I seen you before?"
"I just got here today, of course you haven't seen me."
"Uh, brother, you see it's getting late now, why don't you arrange a lunch for the brothers?"
Ma Liang sighed: "Okay, come here first, and I will make arrangements for you."
The detective team member immediately showed his thumbs up: "Good brothers, let's make a fortune together from now on!"
"That's not necessary. Just don't forget your brothers when you get rich."
The traitor saw that there seemed to be a lot of people around the blockhouse, and he was a little confused: "Hey, don't you only have one class here? Why are there so many people today?"
"A team of friendly troops from the county have just arrived." Ma Liang looked at the short-lived guy with a calm face.
The traitor was a little envious: "Change the defense? It's better for you, the Imperial Alliance Army. Unlike us, the raiding and reconnaissance team is short of manpower this time and has to run with the Imperial Army day and night." This guy sounded like he was complaining, but in fact, his face But he was very proud, and it seemed that he had made a lot of money.
A group of about twenty people sat in a circle in the small square outside the blockhouse, surrounded by a large group of puppet soldiers watching the fun.
Tang Dagou stood by the suspension bridge, looking like a ruffian, with his head drooped and a face that had not been washed for eight hundred years, which made the last detective team member who came over feel terrified.
"What are you looking at? Is there anything wrong with my face?"
The big dog stared at the angry traitor carefully with his eyes widened: "Hey, hey, no... Just wait a minute."
The traitor was stunned for a moment: "Crazy!"
