From 8 o'clock to 12 o'clock in the evening, Zhou Qingfeng ran around Changsha City. He ran fast and had good energy. He walked through the streets and alleys, climbed over the walls and climbed the houses, and there were battlefields everywhere.

Ordinary people were huddled in the house and were frightened, but at least they were not in danger of their lives. The big-headed soldiers on the street were in trouble, and attacks were everywhere, and some movement would lead to fierce shooting.

All of these gunfire sounds were aimless just to boost courage. The officers and soldiers of the National Army no longer dared to stay in the empty streets and retreated into the buildings of the key departments. If the psychological pressure was greater, there would be a possibility of a collapse.

He Jian's 35th Army divisions were stationed in various parts of Hunan, and the troops staying in Changsha were only directly under the army. In order to suppress the situation, he had ordered the mobilization of troops outside the city to "suppress the rebellion" or "suppress" the city.

The important officials and bosses in the city hurried in tightly defended office buildings and even the basement, cursing or frightened, and were at a loss. At the same time, a bad news came - Changsha has no master, and Hunan has no master.

He Jian hurried in the military headquarters. When he learned about this, he jumped and cursed. If it were normal, he would also want to fight for the top leader of Hunan Province, but it was really not the time. He grabbed the neck of the communication soldier who came to report the news and asked anxiously:

"I've been fighting for a long time, but don't even know who is coming to beat us? I didn't beat the other person to death and captured a few prisoners? You don't even have this ability?"

The headquarters gathered commanders from the army's direct troops, but they were helpless. Just now, Deputy Commander Liu Jianxu personally brought the troops from the direct pistol battalion to the town, but there was no good result.

This is the best equipped battalion in the entire army. The officers use twenty-shot "mirror box" and the big-headed soldiers use the "flower mechanism" in a row. This elite force is used for supervision or gnawing hard knots. Today, the deputy commander who was forced to lead the team himself.

But such a strong army, who was wearing torches and walking a few steps away, was thrown into a wave of grenades when they met a ghost.

The person who threw the grenades was broken. He hid in a high place in some building. All the grenades he threw were blown up in an air. He blew up a group of pistols passing through the streets.

When the company retreated and counted the casualties, no one could tell where the enemy was. Deputy Commander Liu felt embarrassed and stood under a wall behind the street and slapped the company commander in the face, calling the other party a useless person and demanding military law.

The deputy commander had a high status, and the torches he lit were bright around him, and his curses were even louder and louder. But when he slapped a few times in the face, a crisp gunshot rushed out of the darkness.

The gun aimed at the chest, but hit Liu Jianxu's neck. The bullet cut open the epidermis of the deputy commander's neck, tearing all the blood vessels, muscles and fascia inside, and blood squirted out under the pressure of the heart.

The guardian soldier suddenly screamed and hugged the deputy commander and ran to the headquarters quickly. But when he ran back, he saw that the deputy commander had been bleeding too much.

With such an example, He Jian had to transfer the pistol regiment back to defend the headquarters. Now he either waits for the large troops outside the city to enter the city, or waits for dawn to see the situation clearly, and he will never go out to wander anyway.

But Army Commander He didn't come out, which doesn't mean that Zhou Qingfeng would not make trouble at night.

Decades later, people have become accustomed to the bright lights in the city at night. But nearly a hundred years ago, even flashlights have not yet been popularized, it is normal to have a dark night, if the night is dark.

Zhou Qingfeng tasted the pain of "opening his eyes" when he was in the Black Forest, and knew that soldiers were very likely to lose control and collapse in the darkness. Continuous death will amplify this emotion a hundred times, causing greater damage.

The west of Changsha City is close to the Xiangjiang River. Due to the convenience of water transportation, the city is filled with docks and warehouses. The military supplies of the 35th Army are located on the west side of Zhongshan Road, near the city wall.

Like the key departments, the warehouses of the Military Control Department are also heavily guarded. The high walls are equipped with barbed wire mesh. They were originally powered on, but now they are out of power. The patrol not only has a "flower mechanism", but also equipped with a few "Markchin" heavy machine guns in the army.

But this could not prevent the single bullet from firing in the dark. After the machine gunners were named one by one, the warehouse guards realized that they should have put out the lighting torches. But once the torches were extinguished, they themselves could not see anything.

The one guarding the warehouse was a battalion. When they were about to hold on, they heard someone shouting outside: "Brothers in the warehouse, let's understand each other.

If I don’t go in and fight with you, don’t worry. Give me some explosives and detonators, and I will let you go. Otherwise, I will throw grenades into the warehouse and blow you into the sky.”

In order to show that he is indeed capable of causing damage to the warehouse, a grenade without strings accurately smashed into the window of the warehouse security room from the darkness.

The battalion commander of the National Army, who was guarding the warehouse, was already cheering his subordinates, but the broken window scared him. When he saw the grenade rolling at his feet, he even lay on the ground and quickly climbed out a few meters away.

When he found that the grenade had not exploded, the warehouse battalion commander immediately turned around and shouted from outside the warehouse: "Brothers outside, I have something to say. I am a military warehouse here. If I force myself to do something, I will fight you even if I am too anxious."

"Give me a hundred kilograms of explosives and detonators. Otherwise, my next grenade would be the stringer." The sound in the dark was loud and full of deterrence. "I know where you all hide, don't seek death."

One hundred kilograms of explosives? Who are you trying to explode?

The battalion commander of the warehouse thought about it over and over again and sent a subordinate to stand at the door of the warehouse to negotiate.

Want explosives?

No.

Will there be no explosives in a military military warehouse?

Sorry, the 35th Army is a super miscellaneous brand, and He Jian can only control the troops by trying to win over them. There is really no explosives in the warehouse. There are mainly weapons and ammunition, military uniforms, food and fodder, and even military pay is not here.

"Brother outside, why don't you take a machine gun? The MG08 machine gun made by Germany was only bought from abroad last month by our commander. He gave you two boxes of bullets and ten quick guns."

The MG08 machine gun is good, but it is too bulky. The machine gun weighs 62 kilograms with a tripod. Zhou Qingfeng is carrying it, but don’t forget that it has no bullets. If you add bullets, it will be really difficult and it is too inconvenient to carry it.

After careful consideration, Zhou Qingfeng asked for nine millimeters of pistol bullets and seventy-nine round bullets. One was for the "Bergman" submachine gun, and the other was for the "old sleeve", each with one thousand rounds. And twenty grenades were added.

The combined ammunition weighs dozens of kilograms.

The two sides reached an agreement, and the battalion commander of the warehouse was surprised that Zhou Qingfeng actually didn't want heavy machine guns. But he asked his subordinates to move out several boxes of ammunition like a plague god.

They were all long wooden boxes, made by Hanyang Arsenal. They were strong and strong, but they were particularly heavy. The soldiers in the warehouse placed the boxes behind the building a hundred meters away as instructed, and Zhou Qingfeng came out to carry the boxes away.
Chapter completed!