Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 294 Thunder Means
The north side of the ditch behind the ditch.

The moon was hanging in the sky, but at this time the back ditch was pitch black, and no one could be seen from a little distance away.

A group of people didn't even light a torch, just walking forward along the rugged mountain road.

Zhao Wenjiang, who was leading the way, stretched out his hand and stopped in front.

Seeing this, Wang Yigong rushed forward and said, "Stop marching!"

The orders were conveyed backward one by one, but unexpectedly there was a muffled hum from behind, and the soldiers bumped into a ball one by one.

"The south is Hougou, but the plainclothes team has not been found yet. It's too dark now, so it's hard to find!" Zhao Wenjiang said.

"Send a small army to see if we can lure the plainclothes team out, but we still have to invite comrades from the guerrillas to come out. The soldiers under me are all wearing military uniforms. If they are recognized as the main force of the Eighth Route Army, we can't save them. This one It's better not to have too much trouble"

"It doesn't matter if it works or not, just let them know that the Eighth Route Army is coming, and just send someone to notify the puppet army in Shangzhuang Village!"

Zhao Wenjiang nodded, greeted more than a dozen guerrilla fighters, and gave them careful instructions.

Most of the dozen or so guerrilla fighters wore short jackets in normal times, and a few sporadically wore worn-out military uniforms or hats of the Eighth Route Army on their heads.

However, these dozen or so people were obviously Zhao Wenjiang's best picks. Each of them carried a rifle on their backs, and the leader had two guns on his waist.

"Minister Zhao, don't worry, I know it well, isn't it just fishing, that's what the guerrillas do!" said the guerrilla leader You Guozhong.

I saw more than a dozen guerrilla fighters descending the slope into the ditch, and then walked two to three hundred meters in the dark, and lit the torches prepared in advance.

In the pitch-black back ditch, the lit torches were extremely conspicuous.

The plainclothes team set up two observation posts along the east and west sides around the grass shed where they were located.

At the observation post on the east side, two plainclothes men were lying on the edge of the ditch, monitoring the anomalies in the back ditch.

In the distance, I saw a flame moving slowly in the ditch from east to west.

"If there is any movement, please notify the captain!"

The Japanese army in Changzhi offered a heavy reward this time. An Eighth Route Army soldier would be rewarded with twenty silver dollars regardless of life or death.

The last time the guerrillas sacrificed thirteen people, the newspaper reported that there were forty-three corpses for the little devil, and the extra thirty were "carefully selected" from the local area, so that the little devil was kept in the dark.

Not long after, the plainclothes captain rushed over with his people. At this time, more than a dozen guerrilla fighters were already close to the destination, and they wandered in the ditch without moving the corpses.

There was a lot of people on the opposite side, and the plainclothes captain counted the number of people by the light of the torch: "There are more than a dozen Eighth Route Army troops. It seems that there is a corpse of an important mission of the Eighth Route Army in this ditch. They dared to come here despite the danger!"

"Go and inform Xie Laosan's people and ask him to bring someone over quickly!"

A plainclothes man who lost all his money just now complained dissatisfiedly: "Captain, an Eighth Route Army can receive twenty silver dollars from the Imperial Army. Why should such a good thing be shared with Xie Lao San?"

"The Eighth Route Army on the opposite side are all scumbags. Only a dozen or so of us can beat them? Xie Laosan's men are here, and we will hide behind. I warn you, don't let anyone be used as a gunman! "The plainclothes captain said.

A plainclothes left.

The leader of the plainclothes captain made a good plan. Among the people under his command, one of them counted as the other, and they were all local hooligans near Changzhi.

After the Japanese came, he hugged his thigh, and the plainclothes captain was very clear about his virtue.

Normally, they just bullied the common people, but this time they were blindfolded by silver dollars. They really wanted to fight, and they ran faster than anyone else. Even the puppet soldiers looked down on this group of plainclothes.

The puppet army and the plainclothes are two dogs raised by the Japanese. The plainclothes team has few people, but they are deeply trusted by the Japanese. There are many puppet soldiers, but they are feared by the Japanese. The two groups have deep grievances on weekdays. No less work.

If the Japanese didn't want the puppet army to dominate, the plainclothes team would have been cleaned up by the puppet army long ago.

This will be a desperate matter with the Eighth Route Army, let the gang of Huangxie Army do it, I will eat what is ready-made, the plainclothes captain thought to himself.

North of Hougou.

Zhao Wenjiang took out a pocket watch from his pocket, looked at the time, and then said: "It's been more than half an hour. If the plainclothes team is still there, it's time for the puppet army to come out of Shangzhuang Village. You can hear it soon." Gunshots. The little devil's defense force in this area is weak, and the nearest stronghold is more than [-] miles away. Black lights and blind people must not dare to come out. If there is no movement after an hour, it means that the puppet army and the plainclothes team have withdrawn. Let's go in!"

Wang Yigong nodded and continued to wait.

Time is passing by second by second.

Suddenly, there was a burst of rapid gunshots in the south of Hougou, followed by bursts of shouts.

Although Wang Yigong and his party were dressed lightly, the guard company that was going to ambush the puppet army was equipped with four light machine guns, more than twenty submachine guns, and quite a few short guns.

After receiving the news, the puppet army Xie Lao Sanbu, who was eager to ask for rewards, ran headlong into the ambush circle set up by the guard company.

The guard company took advantage of its own firepower. After a wave of firepower, more than a hundred puppet troops fell, and most of them fell.

Then they rushed out from the bushes on both sides of the path, none of the puppet soldiers escaped, and all were captured.

The guard company commander of the Fourth Regiment looked at the wounded soldiers of the puppet army lying on the ground, without the slightest sympathy, he said directly: "They are all killed, avenge the brothers!"

As he said that, he shot two shots to end the lives of the puppet soldiers in front of him.

The soldiers of the guard company who received the order pulled the trigger. Whether it was the captured puppet soldiers or the wounded soldiers lying on the ground, they were all the targets of their anger.

The guerrilla fighters on the side looked dumbfounded, but they didn't show any pity for the puppet army. Instead, they said: "The main force is rich and rich. They use bullets to make up their swords. It's a waste of bullets!"

On the other side, when the gunshots rang out, the plainclothes team reacted the most violently.

When the plainclothes captain heard the gunshots, he felt bad, his face turned pale, he shrank back, and looked around.

It was dark all around, I didn't feel anything before, but now I feel that there are people everywhere
"Captain, who is the Royal Association Army fighting with?"

"It must be the Eighth Route Army, Captain. Listening to the firepower, the Eighth Route Army's weapons and equipment are not weak. There are also light machine guns. It must be the main force of the Eighth Route Army. Let's withdraw!"

"If you retreat to the south, you may run into the hands of the Eighth Route Army. They all retreat to the north, and find a place to hide first!" the plainclothes captain said tremblingly.

A dozen or so plainclothes men hurriedly found a low place and jumped into the ditch without caring about anything else.

"Hey, give me a hand!"

"Who the hell stepped on me!"

For a while, there was a sound of shouting and cursing, and there was a lot of movement.

Wang Yigong heard the sound of chaotic footsteps getting closer, and raised his short gun with a cold face.

"beat!"

"Papa papa!" The soldiers of the second battalion pulled the trigger.

The plainclothes captain suddenly saw flames coming from the opposite side, followed by severe pain in his body, and then he was stuck on the ground with a stone block
(End of this chapter)