under fire

Chapter 1643 The Japanese are not idle either

There have always been rules for guarding the city: do not open the city gate in the middle of the night.

There have been a few light rains recently, and the moat, which had been dry for over a year, has accumulated a lot of water.

The puppet troops on the city gate tower pointed their searchlights at the team on the other side of the moat.

They yelled at each other to confirm that the leader was indeed the brother who had gone out to conduct a reconnaissance on the outside.

The pseudo platoon leader was awakened from his sleep. After confirming that it was his own people outside the city, he cursed and ordered his night shift leader to lead seven or eight people to the city gate to open the door.

The ruffian and fake platoon leader didn't take to heart the principle of "Don't open the door at midnight" passed down from his ancestors... He just came out of the mountains not long ago, how could he know?

The pseudo-squad leader and others worked hard for a long time, finally opened the city gate, and then untied the rope and lowered the suspension bridge.

The suspension bridge, which had not been used for a long time, was creaking everywhere, making people worried that the ropes pulling the suspension bridge might break at any time.

The pseudo-squad leader on night duty smiled and walked up to the pseudo-platoon leader, but he didn't catch anything. Instead, he saw the guy with a stinky face on his face and immediately shouted: "Wang Goucheng, give me a hard time."

"Get out of here you idiot..." Platoon leader Gou Sheng, the captive king who was walking at the front, felt a stab from behind him with a bayonet and almost peed in fear.

The pseudo-squad leader seemed to have no interest in talking to him when he saw Wang Goucheng continuing to make a bad face. This bastard platoon leader was making a big show. Although he was a lower-level city guard squad leader, there was not much difference in their positions: " If you enter the city now, our platoon leader will open the door for you at the risk of being punished."

"Your mother talks so much nonsense..." The person behind Wang Goucheng suddenly muttered.

With the searchlight shining on the city gate, the pseudo-squad leader finally realized something was wrong and asked, "Didn't Wang Gou Sheng Si'er go out with you? Hey, who are you?"

Ma Liang, who was walking in third place, took two quick steps forward, forced a smile, shook out a cigarette and handed it over: "We are sent by the Imperial Army stationed in Tangyin."

"Uh," the pseudo-squad leader immediately thought, shouldn't Wang Goucheng be leading the way for these guys?

"We have brought important information. If there is any delay, be careful of the head on your neck!" Ma Liang was anxious. The battle at the east gate would start soon.

The pseudo-squad leader didn't pay attention to the big beads of sweat on Wang Goucheng's forehead. Hearing Ma Liang's words, he turned around and walked into the city gate without any hesitation. He cursed and muttered as he walked: "What the hell, isn't it because you surrendered to the Japanese earlier than I did?" What are you pretending to be?"

Deep in the green gauze tent.

From time to time there were shouts.

A small open space.

There are more than ten double tents.

The fire was blazing in the marching stove, which was level with the ground.

The marching pot beeped.

On the open ground.

There are more than ten people wearing naked clothes and wearing "Bojuan" written on their heads for victory.

Judging from the situation, it should be a group of Japs who got up early and went for morning exercises.

Do a squat.

Someone slashed with a knife.

Or catch your opponent holding a bayonet and practice close combat in slow motion.

The chaos is as noisy as crows.

Strangely, no one spoke bird language.

Even falling to the ground and crying out in pain is Chinese.

"Let's eat!" As a voice in completely local dialect yelled from the marching stove, the morning training team began to pack up.

After a while, the lunch boxes jingled, and then there was the sound of grunting while eating porridge in the queue.

After a short time, several figures entered the open space one after another from the gaps in the green gauze tent.

"Report, alert a group with no abnormalities"

"Report, there are no abnormalities in the second alert team."

"Hurry up and eat!" A young man who was eating waved his hand.

"Captain Jing, I have a hunch that the Eighth Route Army that attacked Wucheng County and ambush the Handcheng Armored Regiment should be nearby." A middle-aged man shook his head and muttered to the young man.

"Is there any new news from the second team?" Captain Jing ignored the middle-aged man, handed the empty lunch box to the assistant squatting next to him, and stood up to get dressed.

"Not yet!" the assistant replied hastily.

"It's still five minutes to five o'clock. Turn on the phone as required and send a report to the pig's nest. Receive the latest news."

"Hai." The middle-aged man next to him answered.

Bang...a loud slap fell on the face of the middle-aged man who responded.

"Damn! You must speak Chinese at all times!" The young man warned in a serious tone: "Understood?"

"Yes!" The middle-aged man bent down and followed the assistant. Yang Chengzhi did not cross the canal with Liu Yuanqing.

In the green gauze tent, black clothes, black trousers, black hats, and bicycles formed a circle.

It looks like the traitors from the detective team are getting together to share their dirty laundry...

After a while of muttering.

"Work." Yang Chengzhi finished his words and waved to a group of men in black next to him.

Following that, the team quickly dispersed in groups of three and carefully entered the open space deep in the green gauze tent.

If the well team who had just finished breakfast knew about this situation, they would probably be furious.

Four groups were arranged to guard the perimeter last night.

There are still people who dare to sneak in next to me!

It's not his fault, it's just that he was unlucky enough to meet a madman who knew the code of conduct of Ttech very well.

There are rigid rules for the Japanese camping at night. For example, the location and distance of the sentry post in the dense forest should be roughly the same as the distance from the nearby warning position to maintain mutual communication.

In other words, the guard post was only fifty meters away from the campsite.

The Japanese who had just changed sentries looked at the detective team members who suddenly appeared, and were so surprised that they were speechless for a moment.

Not all the Japanese special police are soldiers.

These two men were just on temporary duty before departure, and were already accustomed to the detective team members always bowing their heads in front of them.

This time when we came out to investigate, we did bring some Chinese people who had defected to the imperial army.

The people camping here were the command team and did not participate in actual operations, so they did not bring the reconnaissance teams with them.

Although I felt something was wrong, I didn’t think much about it for a short time.

He just raised his arms to teach the detective team member standing opposite him...

Suddenly I felt a heavy blow on my back.

Subconsciously turning his head, in addition to the guy standing in front of him, two ghostly men in black appeared behind him at some point.

Subconsciously, he prepared to shout loudly, only to realize that at some point, a big hand had already tightened around his throat.

He fell forward with a thud and fell to the ground, his mouth and nose pressed directly into the soil, and there was an evil ghost pressing on him.

Then he struggled to turn sideways, and suddenly found that there seemed to be half of a very familiar imperial bayonet on his chest...

The part of the blade that sticks out from the body is completely black.

It just happened to have a hint of red.

I could see it because the evil spirit that emerged from the sorghum bushes suddenly turned on the flashlight.

The pain finally reached his brain, and there was a buzzing and crackling sound in his head, followed by twitching all over his body.

The ears, nose, mouth, and eyes began to ooze out...blood gushed out.

I even saw that the companion next to me must have had his tongue scratched!

My vision finally went dark, and my head hit the ground.

Li Laosan pinched the neck of the Japanese who was pinned under him with one hand, turned to Madman Yang and grinned: "Hey, Master Tao personally caught you alive."

Using the flashlight, Madman Yang didn't reply. He squatted down and stretched out his right hand, directly pulling the devil's ear that Li Laosan was pressing, turning the guy's face over, shining the light of the flashlight on a document swinging in his left hand, and speaking directly like a bird. Question: "Who are you, who dare to pretend to be imperial police officers?"

His ears were almost torn off. As he turned his head, he felt the hand around his neck loosen a little. With the flashlight light, he could barely see clearly the documents shaking in the hands of the dirty detective team member squatting next to him.

Does the other party speak bird language?

A dignified imperial special police officer was actually considered to be impersonating a police officer?

Then...the other party should be one of our own.

Immediately he was about to scold Myna with a black face, but suddenly he remembered how he was dressed at this time.

He quickly explained at the top of his lungs: "Don't get me wrong, I also have documents on me."

"Misunderstanding? We have received news that the Eighth Route Army is pretending to be imperial soldiers and police officers operating in this area. Is it you?" Crazy Yang can speak the language of birds very fluently.

"Eight. I'm the North Special Police. Have you ever heard of the North Special Police?" Hearing Madman Yang keep talking in bird language, and thinking that his status was low, the Japs immediately felt emboldened, and what he said next was in Chinese again: "Let me go quickly. !”

But he said this to Li Laosan who was holding him down.

"Let...let go...you?" He was originally bored because he couldn't understand the bird's language, so he grunted, and Li Laosan, who was swallowing his saliva, tightened his hands and almost crushed the guy's throat.

"Beijing Special Police?" Madman Yang took out his shell gun, lowered the muzzle of the gun to the Japs head and continued to whisper: "I didn't hear that."

"You always know the Gendarmerie, the Gendarmerie, right? We are more advanced than the Gendarmerie." Who wouldn't be nervous with a gun on his forehead? The Japanese began to speak bird language.

"What are you doing here?" Crazy Yang continued.

Feeling the thumb and index and middle fingers at the Adam's apple loosen and tighten, in order to prove his identity as the Taijun as soon as possible, the Japs simply risked their lives and told the truth: "Trace the Tuba Road group that attacked the Imperial Army's armored convoy."

"In order to confirm your identity, please explain in detail." Madman Yang's voice became slightly softer.