When it dawned the next day, a long team of two thousand people dragged out on the road and set off for Tianjin.
And this team is also the team of traitors.
To say that there are as many as two thousand teams, it is definitely rare in normal times.
Ma Guang led their "company" and walked among them. Look at his walking posture, which in Northeastern dialect is called "shaking** and wandering**". Hey, look at how awesome he is!
Wang Laomaohou saw that Shan Qian Chuan'er was also walking among them. Qian Chuan'er had rushed back last night after delivering a letter to Shang Zhen. Occasionally, the three of them would exchange glances with each other, disapprovingly.
This is just a bunch of rabble, so what can we do if we have more troops?
The clothes they wear come in all colors, some look like beards coming down from the mountains, some look like people selling Dali Pills on the street, and most of them look like hooligans taking to the streets to fight in groups.
And the weapons they hold in their hands also have all kinds of weapons.
Those like Ma Guang who have twenty or thirty spears in their hands are considered good, but more people have only knives and spears in their hands.
As regular troops, Mr. Wang and the others were full of disdain for these people in their hearts, but those people felt that they were so awesome!
How many real gangsters fight based on their real skills? That's not just relying on the strength of the crowd. This time, it can be said that the largest group of gangsters in Tianjin's history took to the streets to fight, and they were fighting with the Tianjin police. Of course they felt that their group was so powerful that they could fight with them. Goodbye to the policemen of Tianjin Wei!
And even though they are all Chinese, they are really a bunch of scum!
What sense of family and country do they have? All they think about is that "a man cannot be rich without external wealth, and a horse cannot be fat without night grass." They are all holding on to this dream, imagining that they can do whatever they want after occupying Tianjin Wei!
In their situation, it is like prisoners in prison rioting and taking to the streets. When all the scum are mixed together, it is also a huge force!
"What are you doing, Brother Wang? It's not a bad idea to follow me, Ma Guang, right?" In the marching team, Ma Guang found Mr. Wang again and started chatting.
And there was a sense of complacency in his expression when he spoke, and it also seemed like our team was powerful.
Wang Lao Mao glanced at the smug Ma Guang but just said "hehe".
When Ma Guang saw that Mr. Wang was silent, he thought that Mr. Wang was overwhelmed by the momentum of their team of thousands of people, so he started to brag again: "When we make the decision on the Tianjin Wei ground in the future, brother You haven’t married a wife yet, why don’t you marry a wife too!”
Mr. Wang was stunned and thought to himself, you are a bitch, do you know how to chat? What the hell do you care about whether I have a wife or not?
"Hey!" Ma Guang just finished saying this, but he patted his bare forehead again, "Look, why am I asking this? Even if the old man has a wife, we can be like those rich people in the future. That’s what people say about a house with two, three and four bedrooms!”
Is this this kid's life ideal? Old Man Wang wanted to laugh, but when he thought about it, what man didn't want three wives and six concubines, but he didn't know if his waist would work.
"Old man, I think you are someone who has worked hard in the world of martial arts. You may not be used to having a family. When you and I, Ma Guang, become famous, we won't get a wife. We can just hang out in Tianjin Wei's brothels!" Seeing that Mr. Wang didn't respond, Ma Guang boasted again.
But at this time, Wang Laomao stretched out his hand towards Ma Guang and waved it gently.
"Brother, what do you mean? I know it with five fingers. Do you plan to marry a fifth-room wife or visit five brothels?" Ma Guang smiled.
But at this time, Mr. Wang's expression changed. He glanced forward, backward, left, and right, and all he saw were Ma Guang's people, so he leaned toward Ma Guang's ear and said, "I asked, are we going too far?" Are you here? Aren't you afraid of death? Can you guarantee that Tianjin Guard policemen don't have machine guns?"
Just these three questions from Mr. Wang made Ma Guang's expression change.
Even though Ma Guang talks in a flashy way on the surface, he doesn't have his own Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, and he's not stupid.
The reason why Ma Guang kept getting close to Wang Lao Mao was because he fell in love with Wang Lao Mao's marksmanship. He knew that Wang Lao Mao's marksmanship could save his life at critical moments.
And how could Mr. Wang not see his true heart?
"I'm just thinking about it, brother, what do you think we should do?" Ma Guang lowered his voice and asked Mr. Wang.
Mr. Wang pretended to be profound and smiled, and then he whispered a jingle. The jingle was as if he was a semi-immortal in front of the temple who specializes in reading fortunes and making predictions: "How can people wander around in the world?" Don’t get stabbed? If you want to avoid getting stabbed, don’t move forward!”
"Brother, that's what I meant!" Ma Guang agreed in a low voice, and then he turned around and murmured to his confidants.
After a while, someone in Ma Guang's team suddenly fell to the ground.
No one could figure out what was going on, so the people in Ma Guang's team naturally stopped and carried the man to the roadside for treatment.
Later, someone asked them what happened, and they naturally had their own explanation.
And when they "rescued" the fallen man, more than half of the long queue had passed!
During this process, Wang Laomao and Hou Kanshan were actively rescuing, but Qian Chuan'er pretended to run to the side to relieve himself and looked behind him.
When Ma Guang's team started marching again, Wang Laomao looked at Qian Chuan'er while others were not paying attention, and Qian Chuan'er nodded slightly.
So there was nothing to say next, and a group of rabble marched towards Tianjin Wei in a mighty manner.
But just as they approached the suburbs, gunshots were heard in front.
With the sound of gunshots, this improvised team naturally stopped. Look at everyone walking, as if they were two to five hundred and eighty thousand, but who is going to rush forward in a real life-or-death situation?
Especially for a team like Ma Guang, what kind of combat effectiveness can they have after just gathering together? Even if someone from behind urges them to rush forward, they will never move.
At this time, they saw someone appear behind them, the organizer of the team.
But at Ma Guang's level, they didn't know who the organizer was, and they only guessed that the group should have some relationship with the Japanese.
After all, it was that group that sent dozens of people rushing forward with rifles in their hands.
But there was an open space in front of them, and those dozens of people had just ran to the open space, and the gun on the opposite side rang out again, but this time it was not a rifle, but a machine gun.
"Thud, tut, tug", a bullet hit the front of the dozens of charging people. Those dozens of people either lay on the ground, or turned around and ran back.
The bullet didn't hit anyone, but it was just a warning shot.
But at this time, the person who was lying on the ground saw that the people who were running back were not using machine guns to shoot him, and that the person who was running back was okay, so he quickly got up, turned around and ran back.
There were indeed police officers in the village at the end of the road, but it was unclear how many people there were.
This time, this team of traitors marched towards Tianjin Wei with great momentum. How could the police not get the information?
For a while, the enemy and ourselves faced off like this.
Mr. Wang, who was holding a rifle in his hand, watched from a distance, and sometimes looked back. After exchanging glances with Hou Kanshan and Qian Chuan'er, he nodded lightly.
They are not interested in these rabble, even if there are thousands of people. What they care about is only the organizer of this rabble.
There was no way to keep going like this. Finally, another group of people from the group of organizers came, and dozens of them rushed forward under the cover of two machine guns.
But this was another gunshot from the opposite side. It didn't sound like the gunfire from the opposite side had been fired a few times before the machine gun on their end was silenced.
People who were near the machine gun saw that the machine gunner was shot in the head and fell to the ground.
At the same time, the sound of machine guns on the opposite side rang out, and the continuous "chunk" short shots hit the people who were rushing forward, and four or five more were knocked to the ground.
"There is only one machine gun on the opposite side. What are you afraid of them doing? Charge forward! Each person will be rewarded with 50 yuan!" someone shouted from behind.
Under the man's shout, the man who was lying on the ground rushed forward again. The gunshots from the opposite side were still ringing chaotically, and the man's skills also increased, and the charging man fell down again. A few of them were killed, and just when the remaining traitors were about to retreat, the gunfire from the opposite side stopped!
"Go up, I'm just saying there aren't many of them, right?" an organizer shouted from behind.
