The gendarmerie was dispatched to block the county gate.
To actually go to the county town to assassinate him, the Eighth Route Army was a little too bold.
This also makes people feel frightened. They must find this group of people and get rid of them, otherwise everyone will feel uneasy and will not be able to sleep peacefully at night.
"Zhang Sang, ask your men to search and find this gang of Eighth Route Army soldiers."
Nobiichiro ordered coldly, gritting his teeth like an angry dog.
Zhang Lanqing nodded and asked his brothers to join the search team and cooperate with the Japanese in searching the city.
It is destined to be an extraordinary night, and no one can rest.
The two brothers Liu Tao and Liu Erdan followed Zhang Lanqing. The three of them left the Huang family yard and strode towards the military camp in the north of the city.
As he walked, he secretly clapped his hands and cheered.
"Tell brothers, keep your eyes open and know what you should do and what you shouldn't do. Although you are eating the devil's rice, don't forget your ancestor's surname."
"Go down and fool around for a while. I have to go back to sleep."
The brothers were called up at night to search the Eighth Route Army. It was so dark in the county town. Where could they search?
The Japanese gendarmerie were in great spirits, and they all got up to work.
Every corner and every corner of the firewood pile was searched, and no corner was spared.
According to this search method, not even an ant can escape. It is only a matter of time before Ma Zilong and others are found.
Unless, unless they have internal agents in the city, they have prepared a hiding place in advance.
In the backyard of Dingxiang Building, not far from the Japanese Gendarmerie, the boss held up a kerosene lamp and opened the cellar in the backyard, asking Ma Zilong and the others to hide in quickly.
The two students are thin and agile. Ma Zilong himself is tall and powerful, with a pair of thick eyebrows that are particularly conspicuous.
He was wearing this gray coarse cloth shirt, and there was no blood on it.
"Shopkeeper Li, what should I do if the Japanese come to search me? Isn't this going to implicate you?"
"My place is hidden. The little devils can't find it. I've wronged the horse captain. Go in and hide from the wind."
No one expected that this group of people would be so bold as to hide in the cellar in the backyard of Dingxiang Building.
There was a lot of excitement in the middle of the night, and by the time Zhang Lanqing came back to sleep, most of the county had been searched.
He personally led a team to search the gendarmerie street.
The brothers held long guns and poked into the corners with bayonets, and even brought in wolves and dogs to cooperate with the search.
"Master Jun, it's impossible for the Eighth Route Army to hide in a painting."
"Nonsense, I suspect that this painting has something to do with the Eighth Route Army. Let me take it back and study it. I will give it to you after I finish the study."
Liu Tao put the ancient painting in his arms, and it became his.
Reasoning with the puppet troops is not an international joke.
As soon as I went out, I bumped into Zhang Lanqing.
Liu Tao immediately smiled flatteringly and brought the good things he grabbed to the group leader to claim credit.
Zhang Lanqing frowned,
"Liu Battalion Commander, we are a serious team. This kind of petty quarrel will never happen again. Send it to my room."
"Okay, I understand, I understand."
Taking a painting is considered a small matter, but does getting a box of small yellow croakers count as a small matter?
The wolf dog suddenly roared into the courtyard,
The sudden change cheered up the puppet army.
"Where is this? Go in and take a look."
The puppet army kicked open the back door, entered a few people first, and met the guys from Dingxiang Tower.
"Don't move. We will search as usual. Everyone should come out and hunker down."
The waiters, cooks, and helpers all stopped what they were doing and squatted in line one by one, holding their heads in their hands and not allowed to whisper.
The wolfdog had a crotch and was panting.
Down in the cellar,
Ma Zilong held his breath, and the two students even took out their pistols.
He stuck to the bottom of the wooden board. As soon as the puppet soldiers lifted the board, he would jump out and fight for his life.
The puppet soldiers armed with guns searched the backyard of Dingxiang House, searched everything in the room and under the bed, but found nothing unusual.
Zhang Lanqing walked in and looked at Shopkeeper Li from Dingxiang Tower.
The old man smiled, but was a little nervous.
"Shopkeeper Li, the food at Dingxiang Restaurant is good, but the taste is just passable."
"If Captain Zhang likes it, it's our blessing. I'll have someone send a table to you later."
Sensible, really sensible, I like sensible people.
"I didn't see any special figures last night, right? The imperial army has offered a reward of 500 yuan for any clues. If you cooperate in catching the Eighth Route Army, you will be rewarded with 10,000 yuan."
Shopkeeper Li shook his head without any hesitation.
"Master Jun, I have a clue. When I got up to pee last night, I saw shopkeeper Li hiding someone in the cellar."
The guy squatting on the ground suddenly opened his mouth to report.
This report made Shopkeeper Li change his expression.
cellar?
Hidden in the cellar?
The puppet soldiers immediately picked up their rifles and became alert.
Zhang Lanqing looked at the waiter who made the noise. This was not the waiter who was scolded by Yang Guanxiong yesterday and almost broke his hand.
He received a severe beating and there are still marks on his face.
The assassination of Yang Guanxiong by the Eighth Route Army was regarded as revenge for him.
How could this kid repay kindness with vengeance and report the Eighth Route Army's whereabouts?
It is basically certain that Ma Zilong and others are hiding in the cellar of Dingxiang Tower.
Zhang Lanqing took out his pistol and called on his brothers to gather around him.
All you need is two grenades, throw them into the cellar, and no matter what kind of immortal you are, you will definitely ascend to heaven.
The people under the cellar were covered in cold sweat, feeling the puppet troops approaching, and even closed their eyes and prepared for a desperate fight.
I saw Zhang Lanqing walking to the cellar.
There is a layer of wooden boards, and Ma Zilong under the board can almost be seen through the gap.
The other party was breathing slightly, holding on to the board with one hand and holding a pistol in the other, ready to die generously.
When I was in the assassination business, I didn't expect to escape unscathed. At worst, I would die and kill a few more traitors.
Zhang Lanqing approached step by step,
The sound of footsteps stepped on people's hearts.
Approaching the cellar entrance, the muzzle of the gun rapped on the wooden board.
But he turned his pistol around, pointed it at the hotel clerk, and shot him twice, one in the head and one in the chest.
"It's nonsense. How can there be eight ways here? This kid is obviously talking nonsense. It's strange that I believe you. Grab him and go to the imperial army to make up for it."
The puppet soldiers cursed, dragged the boy's body, and handed it over to the Japanese.
Shopkeeper Li was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
The three eight-year-olds in the cellar were also frightened into cold sweats.
Ma Zilong still held his breath and waited until the puppet soldiers were far away before letting out a breath.
He was extremely convinced that the leader of the puppet army had discovered him.
He was already prepared to die, and the other party seemed to have spared him.
Two students approached the cellar exit and asked in a low voice: "Master, have the puppet soldiers left?"
"Let's go, we are safe for now."
Ma Zilong leaned against the wall and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The search continued, and a number of suspects were arrested from house to house, but the real culprit was never caught.
People in the county are panicked and the real culprit cannot be found. All traitors must consider their own safety.
I was afraid that one night, the Eighth Route Army's anti-corruption team would come to my door and have my heart ripped out just like Yang Guanxiong.
Zhang Lanqing returned to his residence to sort out the news he got today.
Shopkeeper Li and Ma Zilong of Dingxiang Tower all have eight-way connections.
The eastern Henan area belongs to the Japanese war zone. Compared with sporadic guerrillas, the largest number are puppet troops and Japanese troops.
