It’s a murderous night with a dark moon and high wind.
Setting fire when killing people has two meanings, one is to see clearly, and the other is to destroy the traces of the enemy.
In fact, setting fire has two uses: to lure the tiger away from the mountain and to find grass to scare the snake.
Li Laosi followed the guerrillas who were familiar with the town's environment and got into an abandoned courtyard.
Guessing that the dispersed personnel were in place, Li Laosi lit the match again and lit the firewood piled in the abandoned yard.
Then, the two of them wandered into the darkness outside the ruined courtyard without looking back.
A huge fire suddenly broke out near the backyard of the town hall. He was sleeping on the roof, and the guards at the Jianye Kennel who were sleeping on the roof immediately blew a police whistle from nowhere.
“It’s gone”
Immediately afterwards, a dozen figures hurriedly walked out of the town office compound, panicking and trying to rush into the house next door to the group leader's house to put out the fire.
The puppet soldiers who were coming down from the roof heard the sirens coming from behind the town hall, and raised their heads to look at the blazing fire that reflected the red night sky not far away.
There was a lot of talk, but no one went to put out the fire.
Because they had no idea that the group leader had set up a gentle nest outside the town hall.
Division Jianye took away most of the people, and all the puppet soldiers who stayed in the town took up their duties. The puppet soldiers who were lazy and sleeping also quickly got up and put on their clothes and trousers.
The puppet soldiers responsible for the city's defense hurriedly gathered with guns on their backs, and then were led by officials, carrying pots, pans, brooms, etc., and went to the back of the town hall to help prevent the fire from spreading.
The piercing police whistles outside, the noisy coughing in the alley outside the hospital, and the sound of hurried footsteps immediately alerted the more than 30 detained practitioners.
They all looked up at the window and saw the fiery red light illuminating the sky from the window.
Finally, I heard people shouting for fire everywhere. The leading company commander quickly stopped the grassroots commanders from moving rashly. He got up and went to the window to see the situation.
The students who have been trained by Instructor Hong have already become enlightened, and a few of them are poaching.
At this time, it would not be cost-effective if the turmoil caused the puppet troops guarding the Second Regiment from outside to come to check.
There were two puppet soldiers on guard duty standing by the door. From time to time, they looked towards the distant flames at the back door of the town hall.
Listening to the noise and the clanging of pots and pans coming from the other side of the fire, they murmured to each other and speculated on the cause of the fire.
Suddenly, I saw the platoon leader who was hiding in the yard diagonally opposite with his people coming over. He thought he was worried about something going on here, so he quickly reported: "Report to the platoon leader, everyone in the house is quiet."
"Well," the pseudo-platoon leader said one word through his nose and waved behind him: "You idiot, hurry up and bring everyone out."
Two black figures came from the dark corner of the alley like ghosts, directly following the two puppet soldiers.
The two puppet soldiers walking in front suddenly noticed someone behind them. They thought that they were hiding in the farthest place and there should be no one behind them, so they were about to look back.
He suddenly felt a cold feeling on his neck halfway up, and then something hot was rushing towards the cold place.
The incision where the artery was severed was indeed shining with moonlight, and it looked like something gray, and it seemed that there was some difficulty in breathing.
He wanted to scream, but found a sharp pain in his throat, and his body twitched subconsciously.
It seemed that there was a hot body leaning against him, and then he felt someone supporting his body. The severe pain in his neck made his head tilt to one side involuntarily.
I felt like my body was being carried into the shadow of the wall on the side of the alley where the moonlight could not reach.
Only then did he see his companion who was telling him dirty jokes just now. After the two of them got close together, he finally understood what happened.
He watched the two ghosts in black clothes pull off his rifle and bullet belt, and followed his brother who had just come down from the roof not far away.
The other puppet soldier tilted his head back and looked at the dim shadow. Four ghosts came out and followed the dog brain as he lost consciousness and fell into the boundless darkness.
Only the body was still twitching.
Because the fire lit up the sky, the alley under the moonlight was only a little dim, not completely dark.
From a little further away you still can't see the face clearly.
The gates of some nearby courtyards were left open because the puppet troops who were about to assemble did not bother to close the doors.
The moonlight shines through the gate from the yard, forming an irregular sharp triangle at the door.
The distant noise made this short alley look eerie.
Looking at the two figures carrying spears appearing behind them, there was no difference between gray and black under the moonlight.
The two puppet soldiers didn't pay attention and asked casually: "Hey, why are we gathering at this time and sending them to the military camp?"
The two people at the back were farther away, and even though he knew there would be no answer, he still asked.
The alley is a bit eerie, and the night breeze is cool and seems to carry the smell of blood.
The two black figures at the back tightened the rifle belts with one hand to prevent the rifles from making a collision sound with their bodies, and heard the people in front of them asking questions.
He seemed too lazy to answer, maybe he was still thinking about the answer.
Every time the cloth shoes take a step forward, they will make a soft sound when they hit the ground.
Occasionally there is the sound of pebbles being kicked.
The shadow walking in the darkness remained silent.
The pace is neither fast nor slow, and I don't deliberately speed up the pace. I just keep moving forward.
It seems like a ghost coming out of the graveyard in the dark night
"Wang Sanpao, you idiot, don't pretend to be so."
"What are you pretending to be?" one of the two approaching ghosts asked.
"You are not the third gun, and you are not the second leper either?"
"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable, Lord Tianzun." The other party uttered a verse.
The tone was unfamiliar.
The ghost followed and stopped, turning around in front of the two puppet soldiers who were wary and a little nervous.
"Borrow me a fire." The other party was reluctant, and stretched out the hand holding the rifle strap directly to the neck of the puppet soldier.
Then, the left hand that had been swaying came out like lightning, and the bayonet tip pierced the thin cotton uniform on the abdomen, pushing a dent in the abdomen backward.
Skin elasticity reaches its limit.
The bayonet tip struck again and again, piercing the dirty skin, and the following blade cut through the subcutaneous fat and opened the abdominal muscles.
The handle of the knife was pressed downward, and the tip of the knife was turned upward, pushing the fist-sized heart, which was beating half faster than usual, a distance away, and then coming into contact with the blood inside.
The bayonet of another ghost hand stabbed straight into the spleen from the side of the puppet soldier's back, then rotated ninety degrees with the bayonet.
The movements are neat and there is no tremor at all.
Then he exerted force with his right hand, crushing the throat cartilage of the two puppet soldiers one after another.
One of the voices muttered: "Hey, you said that if you poke that spleen, the enemy will die after counting to fifteen?"
"That's right. It takes exactly the same amount of time as when you cook the lamb's tripe after a dozen or so sounds."
The two ghosts who followed were panting heavily and stripped off all the clothes and equipment on the puppet soldiers.
A low voice muttered: "They must also be commanders who have participated in the Anti-Japanese University studies!"
"How do you know?" A female voice sounded cold.
"Hey, I heard that everyone from the secret service team is here this time?" The voice that spoke with a smile was still very weak.
"Shut up, can you talk nonsense about this?" the female voice warned.
Immediately afterwards.
A figure holding a machine gun began to climb up to the roof, and another black figure who was stepped on his feet grinned and groaned.
The fire in the distance seemed to show no sign of weakening.
Then, a dark figure with a pigtail on his head stepped on the shadow's thigh with his left foot, and then stepped on the shadow's shoulder with his right foot.
The one who got on the roof first leaned out and lay on the roof, stretched out his right hand and pulled his braid to the roof.
Pigtail immediately lay down in front of the edge of the roof, inserted a long magazine into the shell gun, and then inserted the handle of the shell gun into the holster slot.
He put it on his shoulder to try, then put the gun beside him.
The view from the roof is wider, so observation is easier.
His little hand reached into his backpack, took out the small Browning oar with a flower mouth that was captured from the former Commander Gou of the Soil and Water Conservation Corps, and pulled the sleeve with a clatter to load the bullet.
Next to the pigtail.
Shopkeeper Cheng Er, who had just climbed up, took the two rifles off his back, pulled out a shell gun, and lowered the nose of the machine.
(End of chapter)
