Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 392 Recruitment of Puppet Army Soldiers
Qian Dayong was a short, fat, dark figure with a small Browning pistol half-raised in his hand and a pair of short and thick thighs. He ran in a panic and panic among the puppet soldiers. He turned his head and shouted loudly: "What the hell are you bastards running, I will stop and beat you back, and I will shoot you if you run away."

Qian Dayong ran and yelled, and the black shadows swayed here and there in a dense crowd, cheering the crowd, fleeing the puppet soldiers, and no one obeyed his order to stop. Qian Dayong gritted his teeth and cursed in anger: "Damn it, this group of heartless bastards are running for their own fucking lives, and dare not stop me ordering, then don't blame me for being cruel and cruel, killing a few people to build an army." Loudly shouted, The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the back of the fleeing pseudo-soldier, and the finger pulled the trigger to shoot continuously. The flying bullets hit the back and passed through the back, and flew out from the chest with blood, one after another running and bouncing. Shaking his figure, he leaned forward and fell back in the crowd.

"Listen to me, you bastards. Anyone who is running will be shot immediately. If you dare not stop my order, these people will be the end of you." Puppet soldiers were fleeing around, all of them were blacked out by the artillery fire, shaking their figures, cheering the crowd The team stopped running one after another, turned around one after another with guns and bayonets in both hands, and looked at the cold figures lying on the ground. At this time, a soldier hurriedly stepped forward from the crowd and shouted: "He Damn, our brothers fought desperately for Qian Laogou on the battlefield, and this old bastard is still shooting black guns behind his back. This group of unscrupulous officials only know how to make money. People have seen it, regardless of the life and death of our brothers, soldiers are also human beings, I stopped doing things with these dogs, and returned to being a dignified Chinese, that brother wanted to follow me to join the Eighth Route Army, so he stood up and killed this old man with me Dog, avenge these few brothers who are eating from the same pot."

"Kill Old Dog Qian, take revenge..." A circle of puppet soldiers yelled loudly one after another, and each of them surrounded them with guns and bayonets in their hands. Shouted his face: "Damn, what do you bastards want to do, who is taking a step forward, don't blame me for not having eyes with a gun in my hand." The bayonet of the gun came forward step by step.

"Kill Old Dog Qian..."

Qian Dayong pulled the trigger continuously with his fingers, and the flying bullets pierced through his body, causing blood to flow. One after another, the figures approached and fell to the ground one after another. After several gunshots in the crowd, Qian Dayong's hand The bullets in the gun clip were all fired, and before he had time to change the clip, the soldiers surrounded him holding the barrel of the gun with both hands, and stabbed him into the body one by one.

Qian Dayong bared his teeth and spat out blood, clutching the barrel of the gun with both hands, staring at the soldiers around him with his big eyes, struggling to speak out: "You..." Immediately after that, the pseudo-soldiers , pulled out the bayonet forcefully with both hands, brought out one after another, blood gushed out, the short, fat and black figure plopped down on the ground in the middle of the crowd, twitched a few times and his body softened.

"Da da da…"

The guerrillas hula-la-la-la-la crowd, densely shaking black shadows, running and bouncing around from all sides of Lijiazhuang, Li Erdan raised the barrel of the light machine gun with both hands, and after a burst of gunshots, he hurriedly shouted loudly. : "Damn it, put down the gun for me, put your hands up and squat down on the ground honestly, whoever dares to move, the machine gun in my hand doesn't have eyes, and it stumped you bunch of traitors."

"Put down the gun and squat on the ground..." The guerrillas surrounded the soldiers from all sides, surrounded by [-] pseudo-soldiers, one after another threw the guns in their hands on the ground, squatted down and raised their hands one after another.

Wang Da, a round, black figure with big arms, a box gun in his hand, walked out of the crowd with big strides in all directions. Before he could open his mouth to speak, a pseudo-soldier squatting in the crowd shouted: "Sir, Our brothers want to join the Eighth Route Army, be an upright Chinese, and fight the little devils with you."

Wang Dahao took a few steps forward and said with a sneer: "Hehe! Are you afraid of death, and want to join our Eighth Route Army in order to save your life? Our Eighth Route Army is the people's army, to fight against the war and save the country, no matter what kind of people, they can join our Eighth Route Army."

"Sir, our brothers really want to join the Eighth Route Army. We want to fight the little devils with you. We want to imagine ourselves dying on the battlefield. We don't want to be spineless traitors and let fellow villagers scold at the spine of their fingers."

"Yes! Sir, please give us a chance. Let us, the sinners of the nation, die on the battlefield like you, and become Chinese with flesh and blood."

Wang Dahao walked back and forth in front of them, and the hoarse pleadings of the soldiers kept coming from his ears. He watched the expressions on each of their faces, and some soldiers shed tears. He was sure that these pseudo-soldiers really wanted to participate. The Eighth Route Army stopped and shouted: "Fatty Wang is not an unreasonable person. I can promise you to join our Eighth Route Army, but let's put the ugly words first. Our Eighth Route Army has a hard life and even harder battles. If you don’t have a firm determination, I advise you not to participate, lest you become deserters in the future, and we will catch you and shoot you.”

"There is also the discipline of our Eighth Route Army. Participation is voluntary and will never be forced. Even if you don't participate, we will let you go, but you can no longer join the Japanese and puppet troops. If you meet on the battlefield, it will be a white knife and a red knife. Come out, think carefully before answering me."

After Wang Dahao yelled loudly, one after another the pseudo-soldiers stood up from the crowd squatting on the ground and shouted one after another: "I volunteer to join the Eighth Route Army."

"Sir, I also volunteer to join the Eighth Route Army..."

Wang Dahao stood in front of the team with Qiao Heiyuan's face tense, holding a box gun in his hand, and shouted, "Have you all thought it through?"

"Sir, we have just killed Qian Laogou, the commander of the Sixth Division of the Puppet Army. Our brothers are determined to follow the Eighth Route Army. Please take us in, sir."

Wang Dahao nodded his head in satisfaction and replied: "Okay, Fatty Wang agrees to your request. From now on, you will be soldiers of the Eighth Route Army guerrillas. I am your captain Wang Dahao. Remember everything you just said. If you dare Don’t blame me for being ruthless if you betray our Eighth Route Army.”

"Hi Captain Wang, our brothers vow to follow the Eighth Route Army to the death..."

(End of this chapter)