A Japanese man hurried out of the entrance of the Xibian Village and came to the squadron leader to report the situation.

The puppet army's casualties were meaningless. The Imperial Army had nearly 20 casualties. The team leader was reimbursed and a hole was broken in the west courtyard wall. In addition, that courtyard was still a large courtyard.

The squadron leader became angry on the spot, and a pig's face turned into pig's liver. He ordered on the spot: "The people who besieged the compound retreated to a safe range, and the mortars were ready to open fire." Then he waved to a small team of Japanese soldiers on standby nearby, and walked towards the village, preparing to command in person.

"Wait." The military police captain who shouldn't have appeared here suddenly spoke.

The Japanese squadron leader stopped and turned around in confusion. The military captain kept holding a saber and looked at the village with a serious expression, only adding: "Let's talk about it later."

It was strange enough that the military police captain came out of the county town and ran here to watch the battle. Now he suddenly spoke to stop the action. Is he trying to interfere in command? The Japanese squadron leader was very unhappy, but he did not dare to disobey. He wanted to ask for reasons, but looking at the captain's typical military police style, Yu Qian said nothing and sniffed on the side.

Not long after, another Japanese man hurried out of the village. He was the one who fired the gun at the gate of the courtyard and ran to the front of the military police captain. He said nothing, but only kept his attentive posture and focused his head on the captain.

The military captain finally relaxed a little, and turned to look at the squadron leader: "I want to keep them alive, I want to leave."

"who?"

"Those Eighth Route Army in the village."

The squadron leader's face instantly turned from black to green, and he looked at the captain without saying anything.

"I will go back to explain where the master is. Now I want you to execute the order." The military captain was stern and his tone was unquestionable.

The detective captain assisted the nearby Imperial Army and the puppet army to finish the identification of the villagers. He went to the squadron leader to report on his work. He turned around and found that there were two tricycles parked by the roadside. An officer was about to step into the motorcycle seat, and it seemed that he was about to leave.

The Captain of Detective was stunned. Why did his immediate boss come here? He quickly ran over and bowed to the military police captain at a temperature of more than 90 degrees on the spot.

The captain looked at the detective captain with a flattering smile expressionlessly and asked, "I heard that these Eighth Route Army members were discovered and held back?"

The captain of the detective team raised his eyebrows: "Taijun, I am about to report to you. In the county, I caught a big fish, their No. 3. He successfully convinced him with the power of the imperial army, and then followed the clues. Unexpectedly, even the Eighth Route Army was caught... Later, I charged forward and led my men to chase and fight all the way..."

"Why don't you report in advance?" The Japanese captain coldly interrupted the detective captain's mouth.

"Ah? That's what I am..." He realized that the captain's face was wrong, and quickly stopped his mouth with his eyes in his eyes.

"You almost ruined my sheep head plan, and I almost wanted to kill you. Since you want to make meritorious service, then take your waste to fight the Eighth Route Army." Then the military police captain sitting in the car set his face straight and stopped looking at the Captain Detective Army. With a wave of hand, two tricycles drove away along the path. A strong blue smoke rushed out of the exhaust pipe made the Captain Detective Army slapped his nose straight and couldn't open his eyes.

The sun is at the middle of the sky, and it is almost noon.

The thick smoke in Xiaojiao Village has faded, and the fire in the courtyard is gradually extinguishing.

On the small road outside the village, three people stood side by side, looking at the village blankly. They didn't feel panic at all, nor did they feel that the weather was too hot, even though they were sweating on their faces.

In the middle was standing, the Japanese squadron leader slashing his legs horizontally, his hands behind his back, his face green, and he looked like he was suffering from great revenge and dignity.

Don't understand ten thousand people who don't understand should be swords and guns in front of the imperial soldiers. Do the perverts of the military police use the battlefield as a stage? Shame is to beat them, but not hurt them; to let them go, but not let them go directly. Is this still a battle? A great humiliation of shame

The Captain of Detective was standing on the right, and his standing posture seemed to be hunched over, with his eyebrows drooping, his face full of black lines.

I don't understand what the sheep head plan is? Can it be eaten? I worked hard and worked hard for so many days, but I didn't even get a fake smile, and I almost got killed. Who is this for? I thought I was going to make the greatest contribution in my life, but now I have to eat it if I lose my teeth.

Standing on the left was the puppet army battalion commander, but he put on a leisurely resting position, hugging his arms in front of his chest, his expression was quite complicated, neither good-looking nor ugly.

It’s rare to understand that there is a wise man in the Imperial Army who will defeat others without fighting. Is this the best strategy? Of course, the current situation is a bit inconsistent with this statement. Unfortunately, my level is limited and I can only know this one word. It’s okay, no matter how bad it is, it’s right not to fight anyway. Those people in the Imperial Army have just been in, and the squadron leader’s face is so green. My brother is already fifty years old. Do you dare to fart?

The most unlucky ones are the Japanese who are responsible for mortars. They are ready for everything long. They squat under the sun and are waiting for the battle. They hold the shells and wait to fill them in the muzzle. They have not received any orders until now. Their legs hurt and their arms are sore and their heads are sweating. Is this a forgotten corner? Is it a forgotten corner? I have been preparing for shooting and ready for shooting. I have been preparing for shooting for an hour. I have been preparing for an hour. I have been posing and not talking about fighting. What does it mean?

Seeing that his subordinates could not stand it anymore, the artillery head ran behind the squadron leader and asked for instructions again, but the order he received was to ask the mortar to return to the county town directly.

If they don't let them die, would they dare to use mortars? Since they can't be used, then Yu Wu is behind him? If the Eighth Route Army in the village accidentally saw this, and brought the mortars and didn't greet them, would it be revealed? Isn't it embarrassing to throw them away? Yu Qian will go back first and pretend that it didn't bring it. So the two mortar teams that were temporarily strengthened were tidied up and removed.

The puppet army battalion commander asked the question to the green-faced Japanese squadron leader: "Taijun, it's getting late, you see... should you arrange it first? Or let the brothers have lunch first?"

The squadron leader sighed and said in stiff Chinese: "The Eighth Route... wait until it gets dark... breaks through. It must be north, so... it gets dark... the Eighth Route should first hit the south. Understand?"

The puppet army battalion commander immediately showed a look: "What Taijun said is that we will surround him in three directions, south and west, and deal with it until dark, so that they can run away by themselves.

The captain of the detective team on the other side curled his lips: "Battleman Wu, I ask you to think it clearly before you can say it is okay? Originally, the Eighth Route Army wanted to run north, so that you could make such an arrangement. There was no one in the north. Who would dare to run north if anyone was more careful? If they didn't run north then, would Taijun still know where they were going? Isn't it completely messed up? What should I do if I accidentally blocked them?"

Captain Wu disagreed and said, "So what? At worst, let's turn around and run away. You are worried about it again. Just based on your speed this morning, you will be exhausted and you will not be able to catch up with you."

"Hey, how are you talking? I was..."

The Japanese squadron leader patted the Detective Captain's shoulder on the spot: "It makes sense that you are right. Order: Detective Captain, north of the courtyard. Battalion Commander Wu, east, south, west. Outside the Imperial Army Village."

The captain of the detective team shivered on the spot: "Taijun, now our detective team... is only a dozen left, let's talk about it..."

The squadron leader raised his hand and signaled him to shut up. Then he pointed his chest with a cold face and said, "You cause it, you end it."

The puppet army battalion commander made the lip lip to the detective captain, but did not make a sound.

In Xiaojiao Village, in an inconspicuous yard near the courtyard.

Ma Liang slid into a gap on the wall and looked around nervously, and muttered to the yard behind him, "Brother, why do I think it's so strange? It's been so long and there's no movement at all, isn't that right?"

Hu Yi bent one leg and sat in the shade of the corner of the wall. His rifle leaned against his shoulder and rubbed his temples desperately with both hands. The headache has not stopped yet, making the scenery in his eyes a little light, accompanied by a slight trance, as if he is on the verge of being lost.

Trying to force yourself to keep your attention, you can't make old problems in this situation anyway. This damn feeling is too uncomfortable. Although I am unwilling to speak in this state, in order to keep awake, I still answered Ma Liang's question: "They are going to have lunch." This sentence has not been thought about at all, but just said it casually.

"Brother, there is a water tank in the room, why don't you go and wash your face."

After throwing grenades and grenades against each other, Ma Liang noticed that Hu Yi was in a bad condition and was worried that he would have that strange old problem.

"I'm fine, I'm just having a headache."

Although he said this, Hu Yi stood up and walked into the room. After pouring cold water on his face, it seemed that he became much clearer.

On the other side of the yard, Luo Fugui, who was sitting beside the wall, hugged the machine gun and asked Wu Shitou boredly: "Idiot, do you have no idea? Why don't you know how scared?"

"I have it."

"What's there?"

“I think.”

"What do you think?"

"Girl."

"That illegitimate thing hits you every day, do you still miss her?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Grandma, you said you are a slut, I have never hit you, why don't you miss me?"

Wu Shitou looked at Luo Fugui for a while, and gave the final answer dullly: "She looks like my mother."

"..." The bored Luo Fugui was finally speechless. He was so idle that he felt so idle.

After answering the command in a low voice, Liu Jianqiang first handed the eight 38 large closures tied together into the hole under the wall of the courtyard, and waited for the people inside to help pull them in, and then crawled in.

Shi Cheng had already heard the news and ran towards here: "How are you?"

"It's okay." Liu Jianqiang got into the yard, and he didn't even bother to slap the dust on his body, so he asked Shi Cheng directly: "Where are you?"

"One died, one seriously injured, two slightly injured. They were all because of that explosion."

"The platoon leader asked you to use this. You don't want the 79th rifle. Put all the pointed 79th bullets together. I'll take them out to give them to the machine gun." Liu Jianqiang said, took off several bullet boxes cross-body, and then removed the eight sheathed bayonets hanging behind his waist and placed them on the ground.

Shi Cheng nodded: "The platoon leader...what should he do if he didn't say anything about the next step?"

"I didn't say it. He only asked me to bring you four words: Very good. Anti-cannon."

Shi Cheng didn't say anything more.

Embers are burning and smoke is lingering. In fact, this is a very bright noon sky. Unfortunately, people who can't see their fate clearly cannot see it. They are ready to sacrifice their lives tenaciously.
Chapter completed!