under fire

"It's really boring."

  boom.

A bullet passed over the fleeing group of people on the cart.

"Tang Dagou, I *your grandma."

Behind the handsome man, there were more than a dozen police officers in black, holding rifles and shouting.

Behind them, three Japanese soldiers were sitting on a swaying motorcycle with a shiny Czech light machine gun mounted on the bed. The small man in the bed was pulling the bolt deftly to check the light machine gun.

In the truck bed, three spare magazines were laid out in a row.

  Behind the motorcycle, three policemen in black, carrying rifles and bags, were happily helping the lady push the motorcycle.

"Oh, why doesn't this thing obey my orders?"

  The Japanese soldier sitting in the back seat of the driver was wiping the bloodstains that had not been cleaned up earlier with a towel.

The chasing and fleeing teams soon left the small street behind the hospital, turned into an alley and disappeared.

  The soldiers of the county brigade, who were lying in ambush in the alley, were stunned. They were holding swords, spears, muskets, and rifles.

A few minutes later, two police officers came out of a shop at the east corner.

He happened to run into a scout from the county brigade who came out of an alley and ran towards the back door of the hospital.

"Stop, put down your gun immediately or I'll shoot you to death!" The old policeman raised his gun, and the young policeman blew the whistle hanging around his neck.

The scout was stunned for a moment. He had noticed two police officers coming over, but he had not gone to eliminate the hidden danger in order to avoid alerting the enemy. He did not expect that the two black dogs would dare to come out. He quickly threw the single gun in his hand to the ground, and was ecstatic in his heart, "Don't shoot, I surrender."

"This is outrageous. How dare someone openly carry a weapon in the county in broad daylight." The young police officer quickly stepped forward, took out handcuffs and prepared to take the man down first.

He glanced at the alley out of habit and suddenly stopped.

Then, he raised the Gong-made Mauser pistol in his hand above his head.

In the alley, there were more than ten people in gray clothes and gray jackets, holding more than ten black gun muzzles in their hands, flashing deep cold light.

With the breath of death.

"Surrender your guns and you won't be killed!" A figure with clothes full of patches smiled happily.

  As soon as the operation started, the two police officers delivered two revolvers, which was a good start.

A hurried figure ran down the street.

Another hurried figure.

Another hurried figure.

The footsteps soon became one after another, and the back door of the hospital went from quiet to noisy.

"Comrades, hurry up! Move whatever you see." The county captain, whose body was covered with patches, stood at the back door of the hospital, waving his arms with a look of joy on his face.

The corridor on the second floor of the hospital.

The middle-aged man saw the ward full of corpses and rubbed his hands and cried out: "Oh my God, how can they do this? This is a serious violation of discipline."

The county captain who followed into the corridor was furious: "Secretary Zhao, there are still people alive in the hospital. You can't show up in public in front of them."

"If we dare not even show our faces in front of the enemy, it means that our propaganda work is not done well." Secretary Zhao's face turned pale.

"Don't be like that. Take a closer look at the loincloths of these corpses. The dead are all Japanese soldiers who were treated for their injuries in the hospital."

"But we in the Eighth Route Army don't kill prisoners."

  "The higher-ups must be mentally ill, that's why they came up with such a crappy rule," the county captain muttered quietly, not caring at all. After the Japanese captured the Eighth Route Army soldiers, didn't they kill enough?

There are some things that can be done but cannot be said. Suddenly I thought of something and quickly added: "When I came here, I heard from the soldiers that it was the Autonomous Army, not the Eighth Route Army, that reinforced and recruited Wang Shun."

Secretary Zhao was not stupid. He looked up and exchanged glances with the county captain, "What you said seems to make sense."

The county captain quickly leaned over to Secretary Zhao's ear and said, "I think we can recruit a team."

"The troops incorporated by the Eighth Route Army are the Eighth Route Army, but these from the county police force are not counted for the time being." Secretary Zhao looked at the police officers squatting in a row with their hands tied behind their backs in the yard downstairs, and his heart began to stir.

The captured police captain happened to hear the second half of the conversation between the two people who were walking down the stairs. When he saw the middle-aged man's sharp eyes scanning left and right, he wondered if the Eighth Route Army would be shot?

The squad leader was terrified, and quickly looked up to the Eighth Route Army upstairs to beg for mercy: "I have an 80-year-old mother at home, and children to take care of. I beg the commander to have mercy on me. I am willing to join the Eighth Route Army and serve you without hesitation."

The main entrance of the hospital is located on West Street.

Some people were running home in a hurry, while others were running towards the place where the gunshots were heard to watch the excitement.

Maybe it was because the gunfire in the city stopped after a few shots.

The desire to watch the fun remains unabated.

No one noticed that several figures appeared in an alley about 200 meters west of the hospital gate. Then, a cart covered with white cloth carrying a dead body turned out of the alley and squeaked towards the main street of the west gate of the county town.

The cart soon merged into the crowd of people coming and going.

Then it continued to squeak slowly towards the west.

  Not long after, another one came out.

In the past few days, there has been an endless stream of trucks carrying dead bodies in the county town, but it has not attracted much attention.

In the alley, Da Gou looked at Li Laosi who was riding on the motorcycle and said, "Get out of the way. I'll do it."

Li Laosi blushed: "Why can't this thing catch fire?"

"I told you to learn, but you were lazy," he said and pulled the red-faced Li Laosi off the motorcycle.

Dagou sat in the driver's seat, took out the key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock. He stepped on the starter lever twice and the engine started to roar. Dagou grinned at Li Laosi next to him: "Damn, don't you know this thing has a key?"

"Daoye Tang Dagou sends his regards to your eighteen generations of ancestors, Wuliang Tianzun." Li Laosi's face turned black, and he angrily pulled Xiao Hongying out of the truck bed, saying, "You clearly knew it, but you deliberately laughed at me."

Xiao Hongying felt a little regretful, but she didn't insist on sitting in the truck bed. Sitting in this thing would make her too conspicuous. She looked at Li Laosi who jumped in and fiddled with the Czech light machine gun without a fixed tripod and said, "I'll go through the alley and meet up at the city gate later!"

Li Laosi ordered the fake police officers behind him: "Take good care of the girl and make sure she is safe."

soon.

A motorcycle rumbled out of the alley and onto West Street.

The policeman on the motorcycle had a face so dirty that it was hard to look at. There was a lady sitting behind him.

There was a light machine gun mounted on the truck bed and the police officer at the back looked nervous.

Passerby A, who was craning his neck to see the hustle and bustle in the direction of the hospital, turned around and said, "Hey, the county police and the imperial army have been dispatched. I wonder who will be in trouble next."

Passerby B: "Just focus on watching the fun and don't mind your own business."

"The world is going downhill. The police are hanging out with the Japanese."

"That's not right. There were gunshots at the hospital. Why did they run west?"

"Maybe he went to the city gate to ask for help."

"They have machine guns. Should we find a good spot to watch the fun?"

"Yes, on the roof."

Behind the second-floor window of a certain compound.

The Sten submachine gun and machine gun rattled as bullets were loaded.

"Commander, I think the Eighth Route Army has taken action."

Qi Zixiu, who was sitting behind the table, kept tapping the tabletop with his fingers: "Haha, they are causing trouble right under my nose. The Eighth Route Army is becoming more and more rampant now."

His adjutant said calmly, "If the Eighth Route Army dares to cause trouble in our territory, I will immediately dispatch the security team to beat them all into a hornet's nest!"

Qi Zixiu raised his hand and shook it: "The Japanese called to transfer my Third Brigade to the east of the county to set up a defense line. It is obvious that they are here to deal with the Eighth Route Army that attacked the Japanese mopping-up team. This shows that there are more than just these Eighth Route Army soldiers coming!"

The young staff officer beside him nodded: "That's right, Lin came to see the commander today, and it's obvious that he has bad intentions. This matter is not that simple."

Young adjutant: "Commander, do you want to call and call the fourth brother's special forces regiment to come to the city to defend the king?"

"To serve the king?" Qi Zixiu was a little amused: "Adjutant Wang, you have been following me for so many years, can you use your brain a little more?"

"Hey, Commander, if you tell me to attack from the east, I will never attack from the west. Using your brain is what a staff officer should do." He then smiled at the staff officer next to him: "Staff Officer Wu, don't you agree?"

Staff Officer Wu, who was sitting next to him, was calm and composed. "The Eighth Route Army made this move to steal the medicine from the county hospital, but the medicine they are using is for the common people in our territory. Commander, do you think we should do them a favor?"

Adjutant Wang was anxious: "But in the future, the common people will listen to the Eighth Route Army."

"This is a bit troublesome, but the Eighth Route Army can win people's hearts, so why can't we do it?" Qi Zixiu said, then turned to Adjutant Wang and ordered: "Arrange a few people to follow the Eighth Route Army and see how they treat the people, and do the same to them!"

Adjutant Wang was about to cry: "The Eighth Route Army builds houses for the people, fetches water, and plants crops to win their hearts. I can rob people on the road, steal money and women, but I really can't do the Eighth Route Army's work of winning people's hearts."

Qi Zixiu showed a look of disappointment on his face: "You idiot, I have money, food, medicine and guns, you should ask the Autonomous Army's special commissioner to kill Lao Jiu." (End of this chapter)