The battle was over, as if in a breath.
Captain Sun brought people over to assist Li Si in taking over the convoy after Monk Wei took control of Kamijou Touma.
He felt quite embarrassed, as if he was superfluous, so he came to Liudaogou and lay in wait for a long time, then took over the loot without firing a shot.
Turning to look at the pile of stones.
Could it be...that it's really the Eight Formation Diagram?
Zhuge Kongming’s Eight Formations?
Captain Sun raised his doubts.
Xu San simply explained that this was only useful for special groups of people, and the reason for its success was largely due to luck.
Even when Kamijou was pointed at by three soldiers, he did not forget to point his gun at Seo Sanbaga! Baga screamed and cursed Xu San for being despicable.
Xu San walked over with a riding crop and slapped him in the face, "Your wording is inappropriate. This is called wisdom. It is the wisdom of smart people!"
"Baga, I want to duel with you, Shigeru Miyamoto."
"What did he say?" Monk Wei asked at the side.
"He said he wanted to duel us!"
"Okay, I'll do it!" Monk Wei shook his shoulders, eager to give it a try.
"This bastard killed one of our brothers, I'll do it! I'll convince him to die today." A voice came from the distance, and Xu San saw that it was Lian Wushang.
This guy's ears are so good that he can hear even from such a distance.
This is not to say that Lian Wushang has good ears, but that Lian Wushang has been paying attention to the situation here.
It wasn't until Xu San said that the little devil wanted to duel that he jumped over.
"Brother, give him to me, he killed one of our brothers!" Lian Wushang said to Monk Wei.
Monk Wei didn't care and glanced at Xu San, who nodded.
Only now did Xu San know that the Japanese in front of him was the real culprit who killed that soldier.
He wanted to kill him, but Zhao Gang was watching. He had no choice but to lower his head and fight Lian Wushang and said, "Just be careful not to kill him. Someone is watching here."
"I know, discipline!"
Lian Wushang clenched his fist and jumped over.
When Kamijou saw that the person who was about to duel with him was not Xu San, he shouted angrily again: "Baga, Miyamoto Shigeru, you are not only despicable, but also cowardly. I want to duel with you, not with this dwarf."
"what did he say?"
"To put it simply, he said you were short!"
"Fuck! You are so damn short!"
Nian Wushang, who was already holding back his anger, couldn't hold back anymore when he heard this dwarf. He rushed towards Kamijou and punched him in the thigh.
Snapped!
With just one punch, Kamijou was staggered and took a few steps back.
"Baga! You're despicable, you made a sneak attack!" Kamijou cursed and got out of his stance.
Naturally, Lian Wushang didn't understand what he said, so he stepped on his knees and threatened to cut off his descendants.
The left leg retreated, the right hand pressed down to protect the vital part, and the knife in the left hand went straight to the throat.
Lian Wushang saw the fierceness of the knife coming, so he turned slightly to give way, then reached out with his left hand to clasp Kamijou's wrist and pulled it, stepped back, raised his breath, and twisted his waist.
"ha!"
With a loud roar, Lian Wushang was swatted away like a brick.
Boom~
Kamijou Touma was hit and flew out, flying seven or eight meters away. After landing, he grunted for three or four meters before stopping.
"Is this Tieshanzhuan?"
"Isn't this the Bajiquan move?"
"Isn't Lian Wushang from Emei?"
"His iron mountain support is just a fake. If it were the iron mountain support of Bajiquan, I'm afraid the Japanese would be dead." Li Si explained at the side.
Kamijou was lying on the ground without moving for two or three seconds. Xu San couldn't help but ask, "Is he not dead?"
"Can't die? I'm careful with my actions!" Lian Wushang replied.
Sure enough, Kamijou Touma's thighs twitched twice, then he put his hands on the ground and stood up.
"Wow~"
He spit out a mouthful of blood, took two staggering steps forward, then his feet gave out and he knelt on the ground on one knee.
"Wow~" Another mouthful.
Lian Wushang snorted coldly and lowered his posture: "I'm giving you an advantage."
After spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, Kamijou was no longer as domineering as before, but instead knelt on the ground and gasped for air.
Xu San walked over, squatted down, and looked at him with a smile: "Do you still want to duel?"
"Baga!" Kamijou stared and stopped talking, because he knew that Wanzui Pizi would never be a match for the person in front of him.
"Tie them up. Our Eighth Route Army treats prisoners well." Xu San stood up after saying this.
After a while of commotion, the loot was counted and all the Japs were tied up.
I have to admit that the county brigade collected the loot very quickly.
Although all the items on site could not be taken away by motor vehicles, everything that could be dismantled was dismantled, and even the canvas on the truck was not left behind.
The common people were still at a loss. The fact that the Japanese were replaced by the Eighth Route Army made them feel more at ease. After all, the Eighth Route Army had the best reputation among the many armies.
But three hundred people are not so easy to manage.
They came from different villages, so naturally some recognized this place as Liudaogou, and naturally some wanted to go home.
For a moment, there was chaos.
Although they were honest and courteous in front of the Japanese, it was obvious that when they saw the Eighth Route Army, they let go.
After all, the Eighth Route Army is easy to talk to!
But these people can't just go home now. This is also for their safety and the safety of their families.
The job of appeasing these people naturally fell on Zhao Gang.
As the saying goes, there are specialties in the arts. The more than 300 people really became quiet under Zhao Gang's words. The few people who were the first to make a fuss now also stopped talking obediently.
It seems that he was also foresight in the arrangements made by his superiors.
Seeing that nothing happened on the people's side, Xu San walked over and said, "Comrade Zhao Gang, I will leave the rest of the transfer to you!"
Zhao Gang pinched his throat: "No problem, the superiors have deployed an independent group to cooperate with this operation. They will make a detour in the evening to pull up the Japanese blockade, and then we will wait for an opportunity to penetrate. As for these folks, for the time being, The independent group will take over, collect those who can be collected, and those who cannot be collected, wait for the appropriate time to arrange manpower to send them back to their hometowns."
"With so many villagers to penetrate? Are you sure?" Xu San couldn't help but worry that the common people did not have military literacy. Xu San worried that they could not complete such a highly technical task as inserting defense lines.
"A few days ago, some of our comrades instigated the rebellion of the puppet troops in a stronghold." Zhao Gang told a key piece of information.
Xu San nodded and asked no more questions.
However, Xu San did not expect that the independent group would be cooperating with the mission this time.
Li Yunlong, the son of the plane, I really want to meet him!
But it seems that there is no chance to meet each other, so this time we can only pass by.
Zhao Gang probably took this opportunity to take office directly.
If there is an independent group, Monk Wei will naturally come to mind.
After taking a look at Monk Wei, Xu San thought it would be better to give it back to Li Yunlong!
In this way, the story will return to its original timeline.
"Who is the current leader of the Independent Group?" Xu San asked.
"It's Li Yunlong." Zhao Gang replied.
"Li Yunlong, did you kill the Li Yunlong of the Bantian Alliance?" Monk Wei, who was behind Xu San, suddenly interjected, looking a little excited.
"Yes!" Zhao Gang replied.
"What's wrong, you want to go?" Xu San asked.
Monk Wei hesitated a little and looked at Xu San.
"If you want to go, go and act like a big girl."
"Who is this?" Zhao had been paying attention to this burly bald man just now.
"He is Wei Dayong from the 72nd Division of the Central Army. He ran out of a prisoner-of-war camp after being captured. He has good skills. I picked him up by chance." Xu San gave a brief introduction.
Monk Wei's appearance is quite good, of course in the eyes of soldiers.
Zhao Gang was about to take up the post of the Independent Regiment and had no one under his command. When he met Monk Wei, he was also attracted by his talent, so he started to win over him.
Zhao Gang talked with Monk Wei in detail, but Xu San stopped paying attention and turned to find Li Si.
At about 4:30, the county brigade brought out dry food and gave everyone a full meal.
Xu San could tell that Captain Sun was in quite a lot of pain.
It’s not easy being a guerrilla!
Xu San got cold water while eating the whole-grain pancake, wondering what he should do in the future.
He is a Zhan Wu scumbag. It is impossible to fight head-on. He can only carry out sneak attacks to get some information.
In addition, he made such a big fuss, but the intelligence department found no such person.
Is this the most troublesome thing?
Just thinking about this gives me a huge headache. Fortunately, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so I can give myself some buffering time.
As the parting was about to begin, Xu San took out two boxes of sulfa: "I don't know when we will see each other again this time, so this is a small gift before I leave."
One box was given to Captain Sun, and the other was given to Zhao Gang.
Zhao Gang took the pill box: "Sulfa?"
Xu San nodded.
"Thank you." Zhao Gang refused without any reason and directly packed the medicine box.
Captain Sun, who was standing next to him, did not refuse and also put away the medicine solemnly. Their county brigade also needed it. Then he waved and a soldier from the county brigade ran over.
Captain Sun reached out and took the command knife from the soldier's hand: "I don't have any gifts, so I'll just take this. Unfortunately, it's just a lieutenant's knife, and it doesn't match my brother's military uniform."
The method of distinguishing military ranks on command knives is based on the color of the ribbon on the inside of the tassel. Red represents an assistant officer, gold represents a general, and blue represents a lieutenant.
And the higher the rank of the officer, the more beautiful the pattern on the handle will be.
Xu San smiled and took the command knife: "It's okay, just change the color of the silk thread to the following."
He didn't have the shyness of Chinese people, who had the habit of looking at gifts after receiving them, so he held down the scabbard and pulled the knife out.
Clang~·
Xu San took out the blade and looked at it carefully.
The dense cloud patterns on the blade were very beautiful, and it looked like it had been forged over thousands of times. Looking down, there was a word village engraved on the bottom of the blade.
Couldn't it be the demon sword Muramasa?
However, he turned around and took a look at the sluggish Kamijou, and felt that this kind of cowardly psychopath must not be that high-end.
The word village should be the mark of the knife maker.
Thinking of this, Xu San said to Zhao Gang: "This Japanese captain has a good background. He probably has some background in Japan."
"What do you say?" Zhao Gang asked.
"There are generally two types of Japs command knives, one is standard, and the other is passed down from family or forged by a famous master, and this one may be a family heirloom. Generally, Japs with a background will not use standard command knives, so this It's a devil with a background, well, it's worth a little more and can be sold for a few more oceans."
"I didn't expect there was such a saying." Zhao Gang felt that his knowledge had increased a little.
"By the way, one more thing, I think this is a warning. It's the Chinese New Year, so you have to be on guard against the Japanese's revenge. This revenge may not only be around Ping'an City, but may have a large scope."
Captain Sun heard this and asked hurriedly: "Brother, is there any news?"
Xu San shook his head, "That's not true, but isn't this the most important festival in China? No matter how hard you work, don't you still want to go home and get together?"
"What do you mean brother?"
"Don't gather together if it's not necessary, so as not to endanger the devils."
Xu San's words made sense, but Captain Sun felt very uncomfortable.
It seems that this year is not going well.
The troops and fellow villagers had already assembled. Xu San turned the horse's head, knocked the horse's belly, and drove at a speed of more than ten kilometers per hour in front of everyone.
"Who is that officer?" Monk Wei asked. Although he cooperated with Xu San once, he didn't know his name yet.
"Since you have joined the revolutionary team, you should know not to ask questions that you shouldn't ask." Zhao Gang turned around and said.
As night fell, the first thing Xu San did when he returned to his stronghold was to wash his hair.
Hair wax is really easy to use, as evidenced by the jamming of Monk Wei's gun today, but after the statute of limitations, it will be damn fatal. Chen Changhai lying inside is the best negative example.
