Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 415 Negotiations
There were crackling gunshots in Qingshui County, and the buzzing of the Japanese army sirens, like a thunderstorm pouring into the ears. Every household thought it was an air raid, and hid under the bed or in the clothes closet one by one, with their hands hugging their legs and shivering.

The guerrilla group entered the crowd from the gates on all sides of the city, densely packed with swaying figures and shot and charged, and launched a street chase with the Japanese army in the streets and alleys of the city. On the ground, bang bang resounded in the ears, one after another, the figures were swaying backwards and forwards, and were knocked down to the ground by the bullets one after another.

"Da da da..." The grenades fell one by one, and landed in the combat crowds of both the enemy and us, exploding clusters of flames and bursting out, rumbling thunder and bang bang loudly, and bloody and charred figures followed the ground The mud was thrown up and fell down, and the streets and alleys were dusty and smoked.

Wang Dahao Heibuliuqiu swayed, and shot at the devils continuously while running. Fatty Zhao followed closely behind and shouted: "Regimental Commander, the devils in the city are shrinking closer to their headquarters."

Wang Dahao hurriedly turned his face back and said: "Damn, I happened to take them all together, and ordered all the battalions to go directly to the devil's headquarters to kill them."

"It's the leader..."

"Brothers, follow me! Get rid of the devil's lair."

"rush…"

The combat units of the guerrilla regiments in the city were densely packed, swaying here and there, running with guns and bayonets in both hands, and quickly moved towards the Japanese army headquarters to besiege.

Outside the gate of the Japanese Army Headquarters, the trenches were filled with sacks of soil. Little devils held light and heavy machine guns with both hands, and followed the crowd rushing towards the street. Flying towards the chest of the soldier's head, the bullets pierced through the body and bled, one after another shot and shook the figure while running, and fell forward and backward one after another to sacrifice.

"Da da da…"

Standing behind the charge team, Wang Dahao hurriedly shouted loudly, "Everyone withdraw, Fatty Zhao set up a mortar and blast the devil's headquarters into ruins for me."

"It's the leader..."

"Fire the gun!" More than a dozen mortars were lined up side by side.

"Boom me..."

"Fire the cannon..." At this time, from the courtyard of the Japanese Army Command, a few devils carried Huang Min's thin figure, and staggered out. The second devil, the translator, followed closely behind, holding up a small white flag Waving back and forth, stretching his slender neck, he shouted loudly: "Don't fight the Eighth Route Army in the streets, look at me, do you know this woman?"

Wang Dahao's dusty face stared at his eyes, and his black figure stood in front of the team. He saw Huang Min's body tied with a rope at the gate of the devil's headquarters, and his arms were held by two devil soldiers.

Ono-kun held a short and fat figure with a saber in his hand, standing behind the devil soldier's buttocks, stretching out his short and thick neck and shouting in bird language, while two devils held white flags in their hands to translate...

"Since you know her, I think you must be Wang Dahao's troops."

Wang Dahao took a few steps forward and roared angrily: "I am Wang Dahao..."

"Ono-kun, you old devil, you are still the commander of the Japanese first field military region, and you make a fuss about a woman, what kind of shit general are you, you have the guts to step forward, fight alone with me, and show your Japanese bushido spirit , if you don’t have it, just take a knife and kill yourself.”

Holding the handle of the saber tightly, Ono Jun blew his beard and stared at his eyes, blushed with anger and gritted his teeth. He suppressed his heart and yelled at Wala, deliberately delaying the attack of the guerrilla group, waiting for the Japanese troops to come to help.

In the courtyard of the Japanese army headquarters, the faces of devil soldiers were blackened by the artillery fire, wearing green steel helmets with big ears and round caps, carrying boxes of weapons and ammunition on their waists and shoulders. Ready to fight.

Ono-kun anxiously turned his head and stared at his eyes, stretched his short and thick neck, and yelled in the bird language of Wala, while the two ghosts beside him were hunched over and daring to translate...

"Sure enough, it's Mr. Wang Dahao. You and I have been old opponents and old friends for many years. We didn't see Mr. Wang in the first battle in Yujiagou Village. I, Mr. Xiaoye, cherish the fragrance and pity jade. Safe has been brought back, how about it, let's talk about a condition!"

There was a soldier in the street, holding the barrel of his gun firmly with both hands, aiming the muzzle at Mr. Ono's head. Wang's big, round figure stood at the front of the line, with Qiao Hei's stiff round face, shouting loudly. Said: "It's okay to negotiate conditions. Ask your people to put down their weapons and get out of the inside. I promise not to kill any of them."

When Ono-kun heard that he was asked to surrender, he gritted his teeth and opened his voice even louder, oh no, Wala said a lot...

"Mr. Wang, since [-], have you seen a few Japanese who voluntarily surrendered..." Before the second devil could finish translating, Wang Dahao turned his head and stared at his eyes, and waved his hands to grab the Japanese soldiers above his head. He grinned and bared his teeth and roared angrily, "Then what the hell are you talking to me about?"

"Fire me..."

"It's the leader..."

Ono-kun blew his beard and stared at his eyes, seeing that Wang Dahao was about to get serious, he muttered angrily in his heart, this guy didn't even want his own woman, so he shouted loudly, eh, Wala bird language, thinking Try to stabilize the crazy Wang Dahao, try to delay more time, wait for the various combat units of the Japanese army to come for reinforcements, and wipe out the Eighth Route Army guerrillas in one fell swoop.

Liu Er Leng hid behind the corner of the alley, holding the barrel of the gun firmly with both hands, pointing the gun at Mr. Ono who was shouting, opened his eyes and closed his eyes, took aim, and then pulled the trigger...

"Da..." After a gunshot, the bullet shot out from the muzzle of the gun, and the ballistic trajectory deviated from the arc several hundred meters away, and hit the head of the devil soldier on the left side of Mr. .

Ono-kun put on a sullen Joe black round face, blew his beard and stared at the plate, and then continued to shout with his mouth curled up...

"Mr. Li, your subordinates can't bear the loneliness. I know that there are more than one sniper aiming at my head at this time. Please persuade them to put away their guns. If my head is shot through, who will protect me?" Your woman."

Huang Min pouted Qiao Hei's little face, bloodstains remained at the corners of his mouth, struggling back and forth, trying to get rid of the devil's troubles, but after all, he was a woman with limited strength, and watched Wang Dahao discuss terms with the devil officer, feeling ashamed of himself. There were bursts of piercing pain, and it was me who caused so many comrades to sacrifice.

Liu Er froze, gritted his teeth and slammed his fists on the mound of dirt, then slowly lowered his head.

Mr. Ono knew Wang Dahao very well. He knew that the commander of the Eighth Route Army was a soldier with flesh and blood, boldness and affection, so he knew very well that with this woman as a bargaining chip in his hand, Wang Dahao would definitely not launch a strong attack. Big Bargain Buying Time…

"Mr. Wang, don't be so ruthless. Do you want your woman to die? So I suggest that we cease fire for 15 minutes and then discuss it. Otherwise, I will no longer protect your woman's safety."

(End of this chapter)