In the late Qing Dynasty, Shaanxi civil society organizations often wore Guanshan knives, which were three feet long and two inches wide. They were mainly active in the west of Tongguan and on both sides of the Wei River east of Xi'an. They were often called Guanzhong swordsmen.
The Guanzhong Swordsman is quite famous.
In the Republic of China, all forces were surging and competing in the Central Plains.
Farmers are bankrupt, handicraft workers are unemployed, urban poor and homeless people. Swordsmen who know some kung fu have developed from small groups to gradually forming large gangs. Some of them have guns and powerful swordsmen. In order to gain a good reputation, they directly Tou Guanfu turned into a militia.
In the Central Plains region, warlords have been fighting for years, and bandits are hordes. In order to defend their homes, the down-and-out villagers have to organize the Red Gun Club, the White Gun Club, the Blue Gun Club, the Black Gun Club, and the Yellow Gun Club.
After seven or eight colors were named.
Some people who had studied in private schools for several years and knew a few words thought about it, and Tianmen Society, Sun Zhen Society, Shengdao, and *** came into being.
In the Central Plains, it is gradually said that he who is not a swordsman is not a hero.
The Japanese invaded, and the New Fifth Army was defeated and surrendered to the enemy. The swordsmen and soldiers who were unwilling to be traitors fled.
The defeated soldiers just wanted to find a way to survive, so they built mountains and strongholds, so naturally they had to give them a majestic name. A certain mountain, a certain village, and a certain cave sprung up everywhere like bamboo shoots after a rain.
But God is not open to the problem. There have been severe droughts for several years, and locust plagues have become more frequent.
After the great famine, people gnawed tree barks, ate grass roots, swallowed Guanyin soil, sold their sons and daughters to exchange their sons for food, and the common people were in dire straits.
The Central Plains was suddenly covered with clouds, traitors and bandits were rampant, and the sky became smoky.
It was noon, and a black-clad detective team was pushing bicycles and walking in the ravine leading out of the mountain to the southeast.
Hu Yi was dressed as a traitor, with a shell gun hanging on his shoulder. He was recalling a sentence he heard during the meeting: Killing the enemy and seizing it are the means, and self-reliance in production is the foundation.
The chief's words have profound meaning.
The sources of seizures from the enemy are still ordinary people.
In addition, I also heard a new word: Chinese people!
It is said that this word first came from Sima Qian, China. It means Kyoto.
He is not very interested in culture.
I am not a cultural person myself.
The mountain path leads directly to the mountain pass.
Hidden in the dead grass on the low ridge next to the mountain pass were two soldiers from the fifth division responsible for guarding.
Led by Wang Liujin, who was in charge of practical training, a group of students hid their bicycles in the valley and followed them up the mountain ridge.
The plain under the sun to the east is dilapidated, with a row of blockhouses lined up along the railway line, and the low railway station building vaguely visible.
If it weren't for the Pinghan-Hankou Railway from south to north, people would even think that they were looking at a desert.
Where is the scene of the prosperous Central Plains?
Bringing a group of trainees from the Ninth Battalion for practical training, Company Commander Wang Liujin must be very aggrieved.
Hu Yi looked like a traitor from the detective team, so I respected him.
The problem arises with that girl.
When setting off, Xiao Hongying changed her military uniform into black clothes and black trousers, with a small Tweet Tweet tied on her head.
Wang Liujin asked to maintain the marching formation, but Xiao Hongying said that if the detective team maintained its formation when traveling, could it still be called the detective team?
He wanted to use the march to teach theory, but the students did not need his reminder at all. The leading soldiers were on guard at the rear, and even people were posted on the mountain ridges on both wings in advance.
As for his proposal to sneak through the blockade in the middle of the night when the enemy's defenses were empty, Luo Fugui said that when the 9th Battalion crossed the blockade last month, they directly captured the train station.
They're all old acquaintances, and they've been training for nothing, so let's just be the audience.
The students lay directly on the ridge in a mountain to sleep in the sun.
As an instructor, he was directly reduced to guarding the area with the traffic officer and police station.
The guard post was loyal to its duty, looking through the cracks in the grass to the east, because a group of figures came out of the small town beyond the train station.
After careful confirmation, there were at least thirty people.
The soldier who acted as a secret sentry did not move. After reporting to Captain Wang next to him, he still quietly watched the target approach the mountain pass.
After hearing the news about the situation, the students seemed not nervous at all and slept when they should.
The big dog, who had never been interested in such things, touched the grass and started observing with a telescope.
A group of puppet soldiers came, led by a man in short gray clothes and carrying a knife behind his back.
This guy should be the one who tipped off the puppet troops and led them into the mountains for inspection.
The puppet soldiers didn't notice anything unusual, and they were talking and laughing all the way.
Of course, it’s okay to tell them that there are unusual circumstances.
Now this is the territory of Brigadier Liu Yueting. If those bandits in the mountains know the truth and run away quickly, or cross the border and pay money, those who don't know the truth will face death.
I didn't notice that the mountains seemed to be extremely quiet today, and there was no one around.
That's right, there's no one around.
If it weren't for the imperial army in the north sending a notice of assistance, they wouldn't even be willing to enter the mountain.
After entering the mountain pass, I immediately saw something dazzling.
Several puppet soldiers shouted and ran into the ditch.
I opened the fresh shrub branches and immediately found a row of bicycles lying in the ditch.
The pseudo-platoon leader who was leading the team suddenly stopped, his chin dropped to the ground, he stared at the mountain ridge and blinked hard, raised his hand to rub it, and blinked again.
You read that right, more than twenty detective teams appeared on the low mountain ridge.
Everyone was holding a gun, and the muzzle of the gun was black.
This is not the fucking detective team!
The detective team travels with only shell guns.
There were at least three machine guns above, and the fake platoon leader fell to the ground in a daze.
My jaw dropped to the ground and I couldn't close it at all.
This group of defeated soldiers is a hard-fought son. After the defeated soldiers have fallen into disgrace, he is still a soldier.
The pseudo-platoon leader did not believe that these crooked melons and jujubes adapted from the militia under him had the ability to fight against the defeated soldiers.
He watched as a defeated soldier strode down from a low ridge.
The leading guy looked like a man of five or six, and he was smiling, but the smile was obviously full of surprise: "Hey, when you see this king, why don't you introduce yourself?"
There were more than 30 puppet soldiers in the queue, but no one had the courage to raise a gun.
The pseudo-platoon leader tried his best to twitch the corners of his mouth and lift his chin. He was exhausted and replied: "Your Majesty, I...just came to take a look..."
"Then what did you see?"
The fake platoon leader almost cried: "I... didn't see anything."
"Oh." The king smiled and nodded: "Hey, you're not waiting for me to teach you what to do now, are you?"
If you can be a platoon leader, at least you won't be a fool. He immediately ordered the people around you: "Why are you still standing there, put down your guns."
Then a bear appeared on the mountain ridge and rushed into the valley with a puff of dust.
Without saying anything, he immediately began to raise and lower his hands on the puppet soldiers who had put down their guns, rummaging through their pockets and pinching the corners of their clothes.
After groping up and down, there were a lot of things on the ground.
"Grandma, I'm getting rich." The bear stared at his ugly eyes and laughed with his mouth open.
"Mule, the search is over, what should we do next?" Wang Liujin tried to make himself look more like a defeated soldier.
Luo Fugui turned his head when he heard the sound and found that the instructor didn't seem to know what to do. He smiled smugly: "Hey, the next step is to put one back and let their leader use the money to redeem him."
These words aroused the puppet army, and he gritted his teeth: "Your Majesty, how much do you want? Please give us a price, and we will redeem it ourselves!"
Xiong blinked his eyes and scratched the back of his head: "You pay for it yourself? Do you have money?"
The puppet army stared blankly at the unscrupulous bear for a few seconds, then said bravely: "We have contracted this area, and our company commander will not care about our life or death."
Xiong was stunned for a moment. There were many natural and man-made disasters: "How much money can you pay?"
When the fake platoon leader heard this, you asked for a price, how could I pay you back? I had heard earlier that the defeated soldiers killed people without blinking an eye, but don’t worry about losing all your personal wealth. He knelt down on the spot with a bang, rubbed his eyes and cried to the bear: "We brothers are old and young, so we can gather thousands of dollars." Money, please give me a way to survive."
Wang Liujin’s head is full of black threads. The Eighth Route Army did not take advantage of the masses, but the puppet soldiers might also be the masses after being educated!
You damn mule, what kind of mess are you playing? Doesn’t this discredit the Eighth Route Army?
However, during the inspection, the commander could not reveal the identity of the Eighth Route Army, so he was stunned on the spot for a moment.
Is it the first mission that I, a teacher, lead a team to carry out? Is it to kidnap and extort someone to become a robber?
No, you absolutely can’t do this!
These puppet troops should be handed over to the comrades in the division!
Wang Liujin immediately had an idea.
(End of chapter)
