Wu'an County is located between HD and Wei County in the southeast.
The county town is densely packed with high and low houses.
The two streets run north and south through the city wall and cross in the middle of the county.
Around the county town, there are areas of water in the east and west.
I had already received news that the Eighth Route Army had attacked the railway. Fortunately, it was far away from the railway.
After the puppet troops in the city were mobilized, the quiet county strengthened its defense.
The city gate was shrouded in wisps of mist.
Puppet troops were stationed at the four city gates. Seeing the imperial army chirping on the opposite side of the suspension bridge, the puppet platoon leader quickly ordered his men to lower the suspension bridge.
Cheng'an County is located between Wei County and HD. People from the Autonomous Army have often come to HD in the past year. It is not surprising that such a team appears.
The pseudo-platoon leader suddenly remembered that according to the regulations of defending the city, he had to ask the other party for their serial number and password.
As a result, I yelled a few words, but the Taijun on the other side of the moat-turned-blockade ditch couldn't understand him at all.
The imperial troops behind the Taijun were looking at the wall with winks, as if they were pretending to be weird and deliberately not talking to each other.
Looking at the team on the other side of the blockade ditch, many of them were still wet.
There is also the hill-like Imperial Army. It is absolutely impossible for the Eighth Route Army to have such a fat person.
Because all the eight people he had seen were as thin as a stick. Without exception.
boom.
The suspension bridge hit the opposite side of the blockade, splashing mud.
The fake platoon leader didn't feel anything wrong. He was obviously exhausted from marching in the mud.
Waiting for Taijun with a tortoise box hanging in his waist, he walked from the suspension bridge to the fake platoon leader. The fake platoon leader quickly saluted Taijun: "Hello, Taijun!"
Taijun, who wore military shoes and white gloves stained with mud, smiled and stretched out his hand to adjust the military uniform of the fake platoon leader.
Finally, she patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work."
The pseudo-platoon leader stood with his back straighter and his chest as high as that of a big girl.
With this slap on the shoulder, he felt that the ancestral grave must be emitting green smoke, and his body bones became ten kilograms lighter.
The brothers from the Royal Association Army behind were carrying wet rifles. Everyone who walked by the pseudo-platoon leader patted him on the shoulder.
The muddy cloth shoes made a squeaking sound when walking on the muddy and wet stone streets.
The fake platoon leader was a little unhappy. Damn it, is a big-headed soldier worthy of patting this platoon leader on the shoulder?
Until a civilian with his hands tied behind his back stretched out his hand to take a picture, the fake platoon leader quickly glared: "Hey, you mother dare to take a picture of me?"
"Uh, I thought I had to tap you on the shoulder to get into town."
The pseudo platoon leader was a little confused
Aren’t the hands of these captured people tied behind their backs?
This one has three hands?
"Hey, stop, where are you?"
"What?" Li Laosan suddenly stopped and stared at the pseudo-platoon leader: "What are you calling Mr. Dao for?"
The pseudo-platoon leader felt dazzled by what he saw. Aren't this guy's hands tied behind his back?
This is incredible
They were tied up behind their backs! All of them are holding ropes in their hands, the ropes that tie their arms behind their backs.
What's going on?
"Hey, if you don't want Master Dao to be saved, don't scream!" Li Laosi raised the shell gun in his hand!
Pedestrians walking out of the city, through the fog on the street, noticed that there seemed to be a figure moving at the end of the city gate tower.
"Hey! Which unit are you from? What are you doing up here on the tower?" The loud voice of the puppet troops on the tower floated over the tower.
After a moment of silence.
Bang. A dull sound of tearing the air broke the silence of the tower.
The bullet penetrated the chest of the puppet soldier, bringing out a rain of blood and flying into the distance without losing its momentum.
The Japanese were not completely assured of the defense of the county. They would send a squad to garrison the city wall every day to urge the Imperial Army to guard the county.
No one knew that more than a dozen Japanese soldiers had all died on the tower.
Guarding the city tower every day, the county has been safe for nearly a year since the establishment of the Autonomous Army.
The Japanese were no longer interested in watching the scenery from the tower every day.
I only occasionally go out of the city to find flower girls. It rains heavily and the roads are muddy.
The Japs were all sitting in the city gate building reading letters from home that had been sent a few days ago.
To comfort the lonely homesickness.
No one would have thought that death has arrived.
Before they could react, a bayonet stabbed at them.
The Japanese immediately planned to resist, but it was too late to grab them.
The Japs in the garrison were originally a second-rate Japs force. Many of them were only sixteen or seventeen years old and less than 1.5 meters tall.
Working together, they are no match for the commandos led by Li Laosan selected by Madman Yang.
But he did not kill the puppet soldiers who had already raised their hands on the tower: "Don't move, anyone who moves will be killed!"
The sudden sound of gunfire caused the people waiting at the base of the city wall to make a sudden noise and look up.
There is sky above the high city wall, and nothing can be seen.
"There's a fire!" a voice shouted arrogantly and proudly from the tower towards the city.
The four- to five-meter-wide city gate is not very big, and the shopkeepers on both sides of East Street in the city are not even in the mood to come out and take a look.
What should I do? Keep busy.
There were seven or eight puppet troops squatting beside the suspension bridge outside the city. The puppet platoon leader clearly explained the troop arrangements of the Japanese and puppet troops in the city.
Saw the team entering the county seat.
Finally mustered up the courage: "Hey, Master Ba, we all have proof of our intention to fight the war."
"All of them? Show it to Mr. Ba." A militiaman poked the fake platoon leader in the shoulder with the muzzle of his rifle.
East Main Street.
Madman Yang led his team directly into the county seat.
Wen Wuquan next to him muttered: "Hey, Captain Yang, how come this damn county seems to be undefended?"
"Stop talking!" Madman Yang looked intently.
People in the shops on both sides of the street were talking a lot: "I don't know where they got these coolies from."
"They are all men. I don't know which village's women have suffered again."
"This world is very strange. It has been dry for so long, and then suddenly there is such a heavy rain. When the roads dry up tomorrow, I have to go back to the countryside to see the crops."
Several detective team members in black were sitting on the second floor of a restaurant on the street, looking at the Imperial Army and the Imperial Alliance Army on the street.
Then followed a long line of ordinary people.
A traitor with sharp eyes said: "Hey, what are those mud-legged people doing?"
Another fat traitor followed him to the window, took a look and immediately shouted: "They seem to be untying the ropes on their arms?"
"What do you mean? These mud-legged people want to run away?"
"No, they are a group!"
"A group of people?" The traitor was a little confused.
"It's the Eighth Route Army!" The fat traitor's face changed drastically. He then pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the imperial army in front. He hesitated for a moment. If he shot the wrong gun, there would be no good results!
Raise the muzzle.
bang bang
He fired a shot directly into the sky.
The soldiers following Crazy Yang have been guarding both sides of the street.
When he saw the traitor pull out a gun, he noticed what he was doing. He immediately raised his rifle and aimed at the traitor's head, shooting almost at the same time as the fat traitor.
The fat traitor tilted his body and fell into the second floor of the restaurant.
Follow the two trio of warriors into the restaurant.
Someone immediately filled the position, and there was no confusion in the marching team.
Continue to the county office.
The Japanese Gendarmerie was stationed at the county office, and a Japanese squadron was originally stationed in the military camp next to it.
(End of chapter)
