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Chapter 1140: What level do you dare to talk to me like this?

While Xu Enzeng transformed into a ball and launched a savage charge, the Shannan guerrilla soldiers were ready for a counterattack.

Everyone quickly turned off the safety of their guns, stood up, took out bayonets from their waists and installed them on the bayonet holders. Those who did not have bayonets also took out large knives, red-tassel guns and other cold weapons.

It is normal for guerrillas to defeat the masses with a small number.

If we don’t have advanced weapons, can we just be obedient citizens of the Japanese army? Of course it’s impossible!

Cui Hongyong also installed the bayonet, put his feet in a T shape, pulled the gun bolt with his right hand, turned to his left point and nodded, then jumped out with a roar, leading the way.

This is the biggest difference between the Eighth Route Army and the Guo Army. The officers took the lead in charging, instead of hiding behind and shouting at the brothers to charge me, ready to run away at any time.

In the eyes of everyone, Cui Hongyong was like a tiger descending from the mountain, quickly rushing into the middle of the Japanese and stabbing an enemy in the abdomen with his bayonet.

The Japs had no time to react before he was pierced by a knife. His face, which was full of stern expressions, instantly became distorted, and the Sanba Gai in his hand fell to the ground.

Once the move was successful, Cui Hongyong did not let the opponent go easily. When he pulled out the bayonet, he pressed down his right hand and raised his left wrist slightly. The entire bayonet was pulled out diagonally, and a foot-long wound appeared on the Japanese's body.

With such a serious injury, in today's era, it can basically be declared a meal, and there is no need for rescue at all.

Looking at Cui Hongyong who was looking for the second target, Zuo Zhong's eyes were deep. The next moment he took out his gun and rushed out of the position, aiming at a Japanese and firing decisively without any moral ethics.

With a bang, the bullet made a big hole in the target's forehead. Bushido was obviously no match for the powerful Colt automatic pistol bullet.

Zuo Zhong held a gun with both hands and fired his bow from left to right. From time to time, enemies were hit and fell. The little agents were afraid that something might happen to him, so they quickly followed him to cover and quickly opened a gap.

But there were too many Japs. If one was killed, more Japs would swarm in.

Human life has become the least valuable thing at this moment.

Both sides were furious, using bayonets, machetes, and even the most primitive means of teeth and fists to fight each other, and the battle entered a white-hot state.

Perhaps aware of Zuo Zhong's important identity, Japanese soldiers kept coming around, trying to capture this heavily protected Fruit Party official alive.

Faced with a tidal wave of enemies, even with the desperate protection of the little spies, Zuo Zhong still had several deep or shallow wounds on his arms and sides. Fortunately, they were not serious and did not affect the battle.

"boom!"

A gunshot sounded from a distance. Zuo Zhong gasped, holding a broken rifle to support the ground, and looked up in the direction of the gunshot.

Next to a big tree dozens of meters away, Xu Enzeng was hurriedly patting his body, as if checking whether he had been shot. Not far away, a Japs fell slowly from behind the tree.

Gan! Not even dead?

It's true that good people don't live long, but disasters last for thousands of years. He didn't know who fired the shot, so Zuo Zhong spat hard.

A cunning Japanese saw an opportunity to take advantage of him, bent down and rushed out, raised his bayonet and stabbed him in the back silently, with a look of madness on his face.

Since we can't capture this Republic man alive, let's kill him. The Japs showed a fierce look in their eyes and quickened their pace again.

After dealing with the enemy on the right wing, Gui Youguang, who came with people to support him, happened to see this scene and raised his gun without hesitation, instead of giving a warning, because no matter how quick the warning was, bullets would not be effective.

"piu~~"

Another gunshot sounded in the distance, and the Japanese who attacked Zuo Zhong fell to the ground with a plop. Looking at the enemy so close, his eyes widened in despair and full of unwillingness.

Soon, countless bullets were fired from all directions, killing the Japanese one by one. The sound of gunshots came from far and near, and the sound of a large number of people running became increasingly clear.

"Team leader, are you okay?"

Before he could shoot, Gui Youguang ran to Zuo Zhong with a gun and asked anxiously, his vigilant eyes constantly scanning the battlefield.

"Huh, it's okay."

Zuo Zhong covered the wound on his arm and shook his head. He was really careless this time. Who would have thought that the Japanese attached so much importance to the condolence team that they sent so many troops.

If they hadn't happened to encounter the guerrillas, relying solely on the military escort team, not only would the safety of Mr. Chen and others not be guaranteed, but they themselves would also be in trouble.

While the two were talking, Cui Hong, whose face was covered with blood, kicked an enemy who was stabbed to death with a bayonet away. He listened carefully and then shouted excitedly to everyone.

"The troops are coming, comrades, kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

Hearing these words, the exhausted guerrillas cheered up. Facing the disorganized Japanese, they raised their weapons and shouted angrily.

Zuo Zhong also laughed. The Eighth Route Army was much more reliable than the police in later movies and TV dramas. At least they didn't wait until they were dead before they came.

"Baga! Retreat, retreat quickly."

The Japanese commander knew that nothing could be done. If this continued, the entire army would probably be annihilated. He didn't care about the mission, so he hurriedly ordered an evacuation.

It's just that the two sides are already fighting each other. It's not that easy to leave.

Without Zuo Zhong and Cui Hong's orders, the agents and guerrillas desperately bit the enemy and did not give the opponent a chance to escape.

In today's battle, so many brothers (comrades) died. Even if they bite them with their teeth, they will keep all the Japanese behind.

Reinforcements arrived faster than expected. In just a moment, countless soldiers wearing gray-blue military uniforms appeared in the darkness, and shouts of surrendering their guns and not killing them rang through the night sky.

"铳を肖し出せばkillさない"

It's a pity that the current Japs are not the cannon fodder they used after 43 years. They have been completely brainwashed. Even if they are completely at a disadvantage, no one chooses to surrender and continues to resist stubbornly.

What's more, some held grenades and threw themselves at the reinforcements beside them, shouting nonsense words such as "Long live the locusts" in an attempt to kill them all, which shows the depth of the poison of militarism.

Naturally, the Eighth Route Army would not be polite to such a stubborn and unknown enemy. The soldiers pulled the triggers one after another, and the gunfire became intensive again.

A few minutes later, the nameless hillside was surrounded by densely packed corpses, including Japanese, guerrillas and spies.

After this battle, half of Juntong's escorts were killed or injured, making it the most casualty operation since the establishment of Juntong.

More than twenty elite agents who spent huge amounts of training funds died in the northwest. They should have played a greater role, at least they should not have faced off against the Japanese on the frontal battlefield.

Zuo Zhong listened to the reports of Gui Youguang and Wu Chunyang with a gloomy expression. Finally he pulled out his gun, walked up to a Japanese soldier whose hands and feet were injured and couldn't move, and pulled the hammer.     “Stop!”

"bang bang bang"

Someone in the reinforcements shouted, but the answer was a few crisp gunshots, and several blood holes suddenly appeared in the Japanese's chest, and he could not survive in front of him.

Seeing the actions of the deputy director, the angry little agent followed suit, using guns or daggers to kill all the injured Japanese, leaving only a few prisoners stunned by grenades.

"Stop it, don't kill prisoners, do you still have discipline?"

The person who called out before spoke again, his voice was sharp and a bit pretentious, which was annoying to hear.

Immediately afterwards, an Eighth Route cadre wearing black-rimmed glasses and a pen in his jacket pocket walked out of the crowd, walked up to Zuo Zhong and spoke righteously.

"Don't you know that we need to treat prisoners better? Hand over your gun quickly."

(Don’t rush to scold me, just read it patiently. It’s not a poisonous point. I don’t want to explain it, but recently someone has taken the lead in the comment area, this book and other books.)

Zuo Zhong slowly took out his handkerchief, wiped the blood on his face, glanced sideways at the other party, and reported the military rank of his fake identity.

"I am Colonel Quan Xu of the Military Commission of the National Government. What is your rank? How dare you talk to me like this, okay? Let me ask you, what is your rank!"

Following his angry shout, the visitor was frightened and took two steps back. He hesitated and did not dare to answer, and it was difficult to answer.

The government only gave the underground party a total of three divisions, and it was even stingier in terms of military ranks. The entire Eighth Route Army had one lieutenant general, nine lieutenant generals, and nineteen major generals.

Based on Zuo Zhong's true military rank, if he were placed in the northwest, he would be able to sit on the same level as the brigade commander, the brigade commander who is the most beautiful young man from ten miles and eight villages and who is the king of heaven.

Therefore, a guy who appeared out of nowhere and asked him to hand over his gun was completely unbelievable. To put it bluntly, there were no more than 10 people in the entire border area who were qualified to do this.

It is related to the dignity of the government. Zuo Zong must submit to weakness. What awaits him when he returns to the mountain city is dismissal and investigation. Someone will never use a person who bows to the underground party as a confidant.

Face issues are sometimes more important than anything else.

After the caller took two steps back, he seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate. He felt ashamed and angry, and loudly ordered the surrounding soldiers to arrest him.

As soon as these words came out, the agents couldn't bear it anymore. They raised their guns as quickly as possible and blocked Zuo Zhong's body with their bodies.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers didn't care about colonels or lieutenant colonels. Upon seeing this, they subconsciously raised their guns. The two sides fell into a confrontation, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Mr. Chen and others looked at this scene dumbfounded, wondering what was going on. Wasn't it just killing a few Japanese? Why did it lead to a war?

The Shannan guerrillas who had just fought side by side with the spies were in a dilemma. Cui Hongyong and the man with a Chinese character looked at each other. This matter needed to be decided by the superiors. It was not their decision, so they simply remained silent.

Just when things were taking a turn for the worst, a figure strode over. This person was none other than the Deputy Minister of Social Affairs of the Border Region who had appeared at the scene of the convoy attack.

The deputy minister first looked at the corpse of the Japanese on the ground, and then at the Eighth Route cadre whose face turned red. He motioned for all the people on his side to put down their guns, turned around, stretched out his hand towards Zuo Zhong and smiled.

"Hello, Team Leader Xu of the Attendant's Room, welcome you and the condolences group to the border area. My name is Lao Li, and I have been sent by my superiors to greet you.

The person just now was Officer Zhu from the Enemy Industry Department in our border area. It was his mission to prevent the killing of prisoners. It was all for the sake of work. Please understand, Team Leader Xu. "

The Enemy Work Department, the full name is the Enemy Work Department.

It is a specialized department responsible for carrying out enemy work, winning over and dismantling enemy forces, and together with the Ministry of Social Affairs and the Ministry of Urban Industry, it forms the underground party's intelligence system.

Among them, the Ministry of Social Affairs targets social celebrities and upper-level enemy personnel, and is responsible for counter-intelligence work.

The Ministry of Urban Industry develops the party's intelligence organization in front of ordinary citizens, students, workers, etc.

The main tasks of the Enemy Industry Department are to instigate rebellion against the Japanese and puppet troops, obtain military intelligence, and strengthen their own strength.

Zuo Zhong quickly recalled the information from the enemy's Ministry of Industry in his mind. He first solemnly expressed his gratitude to "Old Li", and then snorted coldly at the so-called Officer Zhu, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"In this situation, we are unable to treat the wounded at all. Giving them a happy life can be regarded as helping others. For interrogation, the few unconscious prisoners are enough.

Just for this trivial matter, you went to such great lengths to go to war and even drew your guns on us. Those who didn't know it thought you had become allies with the Japanese and wanted to cause trouble.

Also, the military discipline of your army is too lax. A small officer, as big as a sesame seed and a mung bean, dares to talk to a superior officer like this. Is there any sense of superiority and inferiority? "

As he spoke, he pressed his hand downwards and ordered Gui Youguang and others to put down their guns. He said harsh words, but this was necessary to disguise, but if you wanted to, just put it down.

"Haha, there is no distinction between high and low in life-saving work, but the division of labor is different, are you right, Team Leader Xu?"

The deputy minister, who calls himself Lao Li, looks calm in the face of the criticism and calmly rejects the words. Guo Dang also prides himself on being a life-threatening person, so he can't slap himself in the face.

Zuo Zhong raised his eyebrows when he heard this. They were indeed friends of Deputy Director Xu's secretary. They were indeed not so easy to get along with.

When Lao Xu was the director of the Shanghai Radio Administration Bureau, this deputy minister was his broadcast news editor and chief of the telecom department, and was a first-rate confidant.

The Shanghai Radio Administration Bureau is actually a spy organization, guided by the Party Affairs Investigation Section, and is responsible for related monitoring and deciphering work.

"Old Li" and Xu Enzeng's secretary, as well as the party's newspaper president in Tianjin, were in charge of the three key departments of the administration: communications, internal affairs, and field service.

It turned out that these three people were all members of the underground party. Together with other people who had lurked in the Party Investigation Section and the Radio Management Bureau, they were able to form the Party Weihui. It was really outrageous.

well? By the way, where is Xu Enzeng?

I met an old acquaintance today. It makes no sense that Xu Enzeng couldn't come out to reminisce about old times. After all, we all work together.

Zuo Zhong, who was not too concerned about the excitement, stretched his head and looked around, and soon saw Deputy Director Xu who was trying to sneak away. He immediately smiled and waved.

"Old Xu, come on! Come quickly and meet Mr. Li."

Xu Enzeng stayed where he was, wanting to tear Zuo Zhong's mouth to pieces, but with so many people watching, he reluctantly came over to say hello, for fear of "getting into trouble."

The deputy minister frowned and said nothing. Instead, he shook hands with the members of the condolence group one by one and said hello. Finally, he invited Zuo Zhong and his party to go to the border area.

Zuo Zhong readily agreed and walked and chatted with the other party and Mr. Chen. With Mr. Chen making peace, the three of them chatted happily. There was constant laughter and laughter for a while. Xu Enzeng followed behind dejectedly, as humble as a slave.

(End of this chapter)