Bright sword: the rise from the escrow quilt factory

Chapter 50 Get Out and Surrender

"Damn it, I really recited it today. I was sent out to stand guard in such a cold day."

"When the guard changes later, shall we go to the tavern for a drink together?"

"It's easy to say, easy to say, damn it, Mazi, this Dongying person is no longer a thing, let us brothers stay here in the cold all day long."

"You fucking don't say a few words. If these words reach the ears of the imperial army, you will be whipped."

On the wall of Wanjia Town, two puppet soldiers steamed into their hands while stomping their feet, complaining about the cold weather, and whispered a few curses at the Dongying people.

The puppet army known as Mazi suddenly froze on the spot and looked out of the city in a daze.

Suddenly, hundreds of Eighth Route Army troops appeared outside the city gate.

At first he thought it was too cold and his eyes were dazzled by the cold, but when he rubbed his eyes vigorously, he looked again.

It was found that the hundred and ten Eighth Route Army soldiers moved closer.

Mazi was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak, and he almost fell to the ground. He leaned on the parapet and pointed down tremblingly: "Fifth son...quick...quick...go and call the battalion commander..."

Wu Zi didn't know that they were about to face a catastrophe, looked at Mazi's panicked expression, and mocked: "Mazi, it's nothing but the sky..."

Before he finished the second half of his sentence, he suddenly saw a group of Eighth Route Army armed with live ammunition under the city.

Seeing the hundreds of dark muzzles below, they all aimed at him in unison, and the fifth son swallowed the remaining half of the sentence.

The original mocking expression turned into a face full of horror.

"Eight...Eight Road!" Wu Zi yelled, turned and ran towards the stairs: "Quick! Brothers! Eight Road, Eight Road is here! Go and call the Imperial Army!"

The five sons roared, and Wanjia Town suddenly became chaotic, and the puppet army guarding the gate hurriedly closed the gate.

The panicked shouts of the puppet soldiers in the town can be heard everywhere in the town.

Wanjia Town Public Security Department.

Wu Shoucai, the battalion commander of the cavalry battalion, who was having trouble with his little wife on the bed, suddenly heard a hasty knock on the door.

"Which bastard's knocking on the door is bad for me!" Wu Shoucai yelled towards the door.

"The battalion commander... it's me, the fifth son, the battalion commander, it's not good, the eighth, the eighth is here!" The voice of the fifth son outside the door was so anxious that he was about to cry.

Wu Shoucai's face changed when he heard that, and he didn't care about the little wife under him. He hurriedly got up from the bed, grabbed the clothes on the floor, and put them on in a panic.

"Quick! Find the imperial army for support!" Wu Shoucai shouted to the outside while putting on his clothes.

"Battalion Commander, our phone line has been cut, and we can't make calls at all." Wu Zi's voice was tinged with tears.

When Wu Shoucai heard this, his heart sank suddenly, he hurried out the door regardless of the resentful tone of the little wife on the bed behind him.

Under the guidance of Wuzi, he rushed towards the south gate.

On the way to the south gate, Wu Shoucai got a general idea of ​​the current situation in Wanjia Town.

Their telephone lines were cut off, and the two north and south city gates were full of troops from the Eighth Route Army. It was completely impossible to sneak out and report to 0000.

But even if they could run out, it would take more than two hours just to go back and forth.

Wu Shoucai was so anxious that he didn't know what to do for a while.

He is well aware of the combat effectiveness of the security camp in Wanjia Town, and it is okay to bully and bully the people on weekdays.

When I really encountered a serious combat force, the one hundred and ten people in his cavalry battalion were not enough for others to squeeze their teeth.

When Wu Shoucai came to the city tower and saw hundreds of muzzles of black guns below the city, his legs inevitably became weak.

"Sir! I don't know which part of the Eighth Route Army you are from? In fact, we are also concerned about the anti-Japanese war. Why don't you ask all brothers to put down their weapons, and let's have a drink together and discuss the great cause of anti-Japanese war?"

Wu Shoucai said tremblingly. While speaking, his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to report the news.

"The dog traitor inside, listen to me, I am Li Yunlong, the director of the clothing factory of the logistics department of the Eighth Route Army!" Li Yunlong opened his eyes wide and angry, pointing at the puppet soldiers on the tower.

You are already surrounded by Lao Tzu!Get out now, hand in your guns and surrender!Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude! "

"Raise your hands and surrender! Hand in your guns and don't kill!"

As soon as Li Yunlong finished speaking, hundreds of soldiers behind him took submachine guns at the same time, aimed their guns at the tower, and roared in unison.

The voice just fell.

Hundreds of submachine guns fired at the same time, and the dense bullets poured crazily on the wall of Wanjia Town, and the flames burst out in all directions, and the gravel splashed.

The puppet army standing on the tower suddenly crouched down on the ground in fright, clutching their heads and shaking.

Originally, they wanted to try to struggle and drive Li Yunlong and the others away.

But after seeing Li Yunlong's powerful firepower, the puppet soldiers immediately dismissed this idea.

Seeing this scene, Xu Mingyan couldn't help but click his tongue, and looked at Li Yunlong with a strange expression.

When he was in the logistics department, he often heard people say that Li Yunlong's combat methods were eclectic, but seeing him today was indeed extraordinary.

Soldiers with two infantry companies and two artillery platoons dared to surround a town and let the puppet troops inside come out and surrender.

Hearing Li Yunlong's name, Wu Shoucai was so frightened that he almost peed out.

Since Li Yunlong took down the command post of Bantian United, his reputation can be said to have spread throughout Northwest Shanxi.

Both the Japanese army and the puppet army have heard of this person more or less.

After Li Yunlong and the others were frightened just now, and looking at the murderous soldiers below, how could the puppet soldiers on the tower dare to fight back, they are already powerful if they can hold their guns firmly.

"Sir..." Wu Shoucai wanted to cry, thinking why he had offended the evil spirit Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong pointed at Wu Shoucai and shouted: "Stop the fucking nonsense! If you don't want to die, go out and surrender!"

Say it.

Monk Wei who was beside Li Yunlong picked up his submachine gun and fired a few more shots at the place where Wu Shoucai was standing.

"The traitor of the dog day! Don't roll down and surrender!" The monk cursed while sweeping.

Feeling the bullet passing by his ear, Wu Shoucai was startled, groped around for a while, and heaved a long sigh of relief after finding no wound.

"Sir, it's not that we don't surrender..." Wu Shoucai cautiously exposed half of his head and shouted outside.

"Damn things!" Li Yunlong cursed angrily, turned his head and shouted: "Artillery! Blow me up!"

"artillery?"

Hearing Li Yunlong's words, Wu Shoucai didn't take it seriously. No matter how powerful Li Yunlong is in combat, what artillery can he have?
As long as they stay in Wanjia Town and don't surrender, Li Yunlong will be considered capable...

"His grandma! What is that!" Wu Shoucai stared wide-eyed, looking at the giant cannon beside Li Yunlong, his jaw almost dropped in shock.

The camouflage net on the howitzer has been completely torn off by the artillery, revealing its original hideous appearance.

The artillerymen squatted behind the howitzer, constantly adjusting the angle of the barrel, squinting their eyes from time to time, and stretching out their thumbs to measure the distance.

A drop of cold sweat ran down Wu Shoucai's forehead.

This **** is going to finish the calf.

"We cast..."

(End of this chapter)