The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 1883 Uninvited Reinforcements

Zhao Wang, Fan Tongwu and two other Eighth Route Army soldiers hid behind the low wall of the pigpen outside the third intersection, while Fan Tongzuo was still shooting.

He first fired a shot at the main street entrance, then ran to the second exit and fired another shot, then ran back panting.

But just as he ran back to the main street exit, he suddenly noticed that there were people coming from outside the town. There were not many of them, about thirty or forty.

Fan Tongzuo is not very courageous.

I wonder if anyone has ever thought about why some people are not courageous? The answer is that they are not courageous because they think a lot. The more they think, the more meticulous their thinking is. What others think is a trivial matter, in their eyes, the unknown risk is very big.

And now, this is the case for Yu Fan Tongzuo.

  It wasn't just me who was "ganging" and shooting over there, these few people had fired a lot of shots before!

If they were civilians, they would have avoided the gunshots as quickly as possible. But now those people outside the town took the initiative to move forward. No matter which group they belonged to, they must be carrying guns!

It would be great if the reinforcements came from his own group, but what if they were not his own reinforcements but enemies? Fan Tongzuo became worried.

Although he now saw that the group of people was still a little far away from him, he could already see the correct colors, which were all black and gray.

Did he know that when the Japanese troops came this time, some of them were in plain clothes?

Those people are quite tall, but their height does not mean they are not Japanese. But what if they are traitors or puppet soldiers?

The more Fan Tongzuo thought about it, the more frightened he became. He stopped shooting and looked around, and saw an abandoned cowshed.

It is unknown how many years the cowshed has been there, and it is obviously no longer used. The adobe walls have been exposed to wind, sun and rain, and the grass inside has been exposed. Part of the wall has even collapsed.

Fan Tongzuo ran a few steps and got out of the broken cowshed. He hid inside the broken wall and kept muttering in his heart, "Please don't come over here, please don't come over here!"

He didn't dare to stretch his head to look, so he just squinted.

He dozed off for a long time. He guessed that those people should enter the town from the main street entrance, but why didn't he hear any footsteps?

  He hesitated whether he should lean over to take a look, but then he thought, what if the person was walking towards him and he stretched his head to come face to face with him?

He was just hesitating, but suddenly someone patted his shoulder from behind and asked, "Hey, where are you?"

This move frightened Fan Tong so much that he let out a loud "Ah"!

What is scary? People scare others to death, and for Fan Tongzuo, it is now!

Fan Tongzuo jumped up instinctively, turned around and looked, while not forgetting to push his rifle forward.

But what's the point of raising the gun now? If someone can reach out and touch his shoulder, then they are already very close.

If he had a dagger less than a foot long in his hand, he could have stabbed him, but what he had in his hand was a rifle more than a meter long!

So as soon as he turned his gun, the barrel was grabbed by someone and raised up to the sky.

"You little brat, didn't you shoot at the sky? Shoot again now!" The man who was holding the barrel of his gun looked at him jokingly.

At this point, Fan Tongzuo realized that he had no chance at all.

Because there were two people standing right behind him. In addition to the one who grabbed the gun in his hand, there was another one who just stood there. He didn't even pull out the box gun. He just looked at him with a smile and a little sarcasm.

Didn't she come over here? She just didn't come here the same way. She had unknowingly gone around behind him, and he didn't even know it! At this time, Fan Tongzuo was already stunned by her.

He was stunned for a few seconds before he came to his senses and noticed that the other person had a Northeastern accent and was wearing Northeastern Army uniform. The man who grabbed his gun barrel was half a head taller than him!

At this time, Fan Tongzuo shouted in surprise: "Are you also from our camp?"

With a Northeastern accent and wearing Northeastern Army uniforms, Fan Tongzuo certainly had reason to believe that these people were from his own camp!

  He was just worrying that they might not be able to stop the Japanese invaders due to their small number of people. Now so many helpers came at once, and his body and mind were filled with great joy!

Because he was very happy, he saw the two people opposite him exchange glances, but he didn't think too much about it. Then the man holding the gun barrel asked back: "From your accent, you are not from the Northeast. Which battalion are you from?"

"I'm from Captain Shang's battalion!" Fan Tongzuo answered quickly, "Aren't you?" he asked back.

"It's Captain Shang's camp," the man who had scared him at first said thoughtfully, and then replied, "If you say it is, it is!"

"That's what I told you, okay!" Fan Tongzuo shouted.

The man did not comment, let go of Fan Tongzuo's pistol and asked him, "Why did you shoot into the sky just now?" At this time, footsteps were heard outside the cowshed. It was the other members of the Northeast Army who followed over.

It turned out that people heard the gunshots from a long distance away, and used binoculars to look, and found that they were firing guns into the sky, and they became very curious.

"We are trying to scare the Japanese soldiers coming out of the town and prevent them from taking these two roads." Fan Tongzuo, who was in need of reinforcements, hurriedly explained.

"Oh?" Someone answered at this time, but this time it was not one of the two people who came over first, but the person who came over later.

Fan Tongzuo saw that the man was not young, at least forty years old, and had a rare hooked nose. Although he was wearing ordinary soldier's clothes, he felt that this man must be an officer.

Just think about it, is it possible for an average person to have such a hooked nose? In today's military, if a soldier has a hooked nose and looks more impressive than an officer, it would be strange if the officer didn't beat the soldier's nose crooked!

  Fan Tongzuo has only joined Shang Zhenying for a few days. How many people does he know?

Apart from knowing Wu Ziqi, there were only two people he could call by name in Shang Zhen Camp, one was the battalion commander Shang Zhen, and the other was Wang Xiaodan.

Because in this battle, Wu Ziqi, who had been leading him and Fan Tongwu, met Wang Xiaodan, and because Wang Xiaodan's name was special, he remembered him easily.

He thought, this hook-nosed man should be an officer who raised his own camp, right?

  But just as the hook-nosed man was about to ask something else, gunshots suddenly rang out at the third exit!

This time, the gunshots were not the "bang" of a single shot, but the "bang", "bang", "bang" of several people shooting at the same time.

  And just after these gunshots, the gunshots continued!

"Oh my, the Japs really came out from that road!" Fan Tongzuo shouted, then he looked at the big guy who had touched him from behind and shouted, "Brothers, it's a good thing you're here, let's go fight the Japs!"

As he spoke, he ran out with his gun in hand.

To be honest, Fan Tongzuo didn't want to stop these Japanese troops at the beginning.

Besides, when they first came out, neither Wu Ziqi nor the Eighth Route Army asked them to intercept the Japanese, but only to entangle them. Once they fired their guns, the Eighth Route Army would naturally catch up with them after finding the location of the Japanese.

But as the saying goes, times have changed. Now they have reinforcements, dozens of them at once, and Fan Tongzuo has also seen that most of these people are using box guns, some of which have 20-shot ones.

Why was he still afraid of the Japanese? Wu Ziqi had already said that the people in our battalion were very good at fighting!

"How many Japanese soldiers are there in there?" Fan Tongzuo heard the hook-nosed man ask him behind him as he ran forward.

"Not many, about twenty or thirty left," he replied.