under fire

The sound of a gunshot means that the enemy has been alarmed.

After gunshots were heard at the back door of the county hospital, gunshots followed from several other directions in the county.

Obviously, the people who acted separately were creating chaos in the county town as planned.

There are few pedestrians on the small street under the sun.

Very quiet.

For a long time after the gunshots, no county police officers or security guards were seen.

The detectives, who usually swarmed over when they heard news, didn't see it.

In the end, there was not even a single passerby.

All this is not because the county police force did not respond, but because some people did not put in enough effort.

Far away on the street corner.

Two patrolmen who had rushed over after hearing the gunshots were now hiding in a shop.

Two fleeing passers-by were pulled from the street and roughly asked about the situation: someone attacked the Imperial Army motorcycle at the back door of the hospital.

  It is said that there are dozens of them.

The young police officer said sternly, "Brother, the Imperial Army was attacked. This is a big deal."

The old police officer curled his lips and said, "Why should we be nervous? It's just a few dead ladies. We can find a few scapegoats from the death row and be done with it."

"Also, there are brothers from our squad stationed in the hospital, but they haven't made any movement yet. Should we go over and take a look?"

"Why are you so anxious?" The old police officer shook his head. "You already know that one of our squad members is silent. Would it be any use for the two of us to go over there?"

“Maintaining law and order is our responsibility”

"Gunshot has no eyes. These days, saving your own life is the most important thing."

“I always feel embarrassed”

"What did I always teach you? Stay calm when things get tough!"

"Maybe something really happened to our brothers." The young police officer frowned. "The gunshots have been going on for so long, but we haven't seen any of our people come out."

A bad idea suddenly came to the old policeman's mind. It had long been rumored that some members of the police force were secretly communicating with the National Army's Rangers.

"There are gunshots everywhere in the city now. We can't just wait here." The young police officer held his rifle and prepared to leave the shop.

The old police officer grabbed him and said, "You know there are gunshots everywhere. It's better to have less trouble than more."

The back door of the hospital.

People carrying boxes and backpacks kept coming out of the yard.

The middle-aged man anxiously pulled Wang Shun aside and whispered, "Are you saying that the Autonomous Army Guard Battalion was the one that rescued you?"

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".My last name is Zhao. I will arrange for someone to establish a secret contact with you someday."

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"One of the police officers guarding the back door is one of ours"

"." Wang Shun, who had been responding vaguely to the other party's questions, seized this opportunity, turned around and shouted to Mr. Li in the courtyard.

Soon, the police accomplice who had been disarmed, had his hands tied behind his back, had his mouth gagged, and had been stripped down to his underwear was dragged out through the back door by Li Laosi. The special forces platoon soldiers who were guarding the middle-aged man quickly stepped forward to untie the police accomplice.

The police officer rubbed his arm and looked at the large group of people outside. The only person he knew was a soldier from the special forces platoon. He quickly asked, "We had agreed to cooperate inside and outside, so why did they tie me up as soon as they came in?"

The soldier was unaware of this and thought: "Maybe it's to cover up your identity as you continue to hide."

"But why shoot? Wouldn't it be better to complete the mission quietly?"

"It wasn't us who fired the gun. Uh, that guy fired the gun." Xiao Hongying, who was shouting at two young men to wipe the blood off the motorcycle, pouted and said, "It was someone from Wang Shun's army."

"Wang Shun? Did the superiors recruit Wang Shun's troops?"

"I don't know either." The soldier shook his head after looking at Secretary Zhao who was still communicating with Wang Shun in the backyard.

"Oh, that's too reckless. There are guards stationed in the county, Japanese military police, police officers, and detective teams. Firing a gun at this time will alert the enemy and cause a big disaster."

"What's the big deal?" Hearing the conversation between the two, Xiao Hongying turned around, took out a candied haws and bit one: "We'll hire a few doctors, what's the big deal?"

  Isn't this right?

I just heard the middle-aged man ask Wang Shunbu to release him.

  Was it just a coincidence that Wang Shun brought people to the hospital to work?

In other words, they didn't know the county brigade was going to rob the hospital.

The police officer was speechless for a moment: "You only have so many people. If you open fire and attract the enemy, everyone will be surrounded and the consequences will be serious."

Seeing people carrying large and small bags on their backs walking out of the yard, the middle-aged man held Wang Shun's hand and said anxiously: "The gunshots must have attracted the enemy. You guys should leave quickly. We will provide cover for you."

"Well, all the police officers and the Japanese in the yard have been tied up. If you want to get the medicine, you have to be quick."

"Okay, we are friends from now on. If you encounter any trouble, you can come to me directly."

"Then I have to thank you? What's your name?" Seeing Xiao Hongying glaring and frowning, Wang Shun looked nervous, afraid that he would say something wrong.

The special forces platoon soldiers looked at Xiao Hongying's twenty-shot box gun with envy and said, "If you didn't shoot those two devils to death, we could have killed them without anyone noticing."

Xiao Hongying had already determined the identity of this person from the conversation between the middle-aged man and Wang Shun, and asked casually: "Hey, which department are you from?"

The soldier hesitated for a moment. Secretary Zhao had already revealed his identity to Wang Shun, so he immediately stood at attention and saluted proudly: "We are the Guanxian County Battalion of the Luxi Division of the Eighth Route Army! I am the squad leader of the special agent platoon!"

"Special Agents Platoon? Good, not bad. You seem to be quite energetic. Just now, you said you were also going to seize the hospital?"

"Hey, that's not robbery."

"He clearly said 'robbery' just now!" Xiao Hongying raised her finger and pointed at the police officer who had just come out.

"Well, we just plan to get some medicine from the county hospital."

"Medicine?" Xiao Hongying rolled her eyes and whispered to the big dog, who was dressed in a black dog-skin and black wide-brimmed hat as a police officer and was looking left and right while holding the horse four-ring: "Big dog, leave some for them."

After saying that, he thought for a moment, then he took down the twenty-shot original Mauser pistol that was on the waist of the big dog who was holding up the shiny Ma Sihuan and threw it to the spy platoon leader: "I'll give it to you as a gift. My last name is Su, Su Hongying."

At this point, a soldier carrying a Japanese doctor came out of the yard. Xiao Hongying quickly gestured to the soldier standing in the distance to support them.

Soon, at the entrance of an alley in the small street, two or three unidentified men in gray clothes appeared.

Then nine people came out pushing three carts.

Finally getting rid of that Eighth Route Army secretary named Zhao, and blatantly making a big fortune in the county, Wang Shun was very excited. He shouted at his men to throw the Japanese doctor who had been knocked unconscious, gagged, and changed into a hospital gown onto the cart.

Soon, the team pushing the carts left the back door of the hospital and began to trot westward.

  The pace was so fast that it seemed as if they were dragging a sick and dead person to be reincarnated.

On the street, a police officer in black uniform, looking very decent, was looking left and right with his rifle tilted at his side. When he saw the cart team going away, he immediately took steps and slowly followed not far behind.

Occasionally, he would blow the whistle in his mouth, biting the whistle and yelling: "Where the hell are you running to?" (End of this chapter)