Wang Xiaosan looked very nervous, but more determined.

I beg the Buddha and worship God in my heart to ask the Supreme Lord to be as quick as the law, and must make noises and bless myself and the soldiers to secretly kill the Japanese puppet troops on the city wall!

He was wearing the Japanese military uniform in his backpack.

A turtle box was hung in front of her, but behind her, she was also carrying a 38-large cover.

There was a bayonet hanging around her waist, and... a roll of hemp rope.

He raised his hand to the soldiers dressed in the puppet army behind him and took the lead in walking along the city wall corridor towards the city gate building.

One standard class eleven, unswervingly climbing the city wall.

His mission this time was to kill the Japanese puppet troops on the southern city wall.

The battalion commander said that you must be bold and careful in the face of the enemy...

The puppet troops were all corrupt, and they didn't even vent their anger when they saw the Japanese.

The lights on the city tower were swaying towards the outside of the city. The puppet army who looked inside the city was shocked when they saw an imperial army's head suddenly appearing in the corridor next to the city wall.

Stand attentively like a conditioned reflex and salute: "Hello, Taijun!"

When the Taijun checked at night, he had long forgotten about the things that happened before and after the people led by Mr. Wu into the city gate.

The puppet soldiers who were originally gathered to doze and brag heard the pleasing voice beside them.

They all got up from the ground one after another. The first move was not to raise their guns to guard them, but to organize their own equipment and stand at attention...

Follow the queue...

Wang Xiaosan pressed the southern pistol holster snap with one hand and used to pull the rifle belt with one hand.

Seeing himself appear, the puppet soldiers stood neatly, which seemed to be welcoming themselves to review...

The puppet army leaning against the inner battlements first reacted, something was wrong... The person in front of him was not walking when he was walking, and the steps were not actually the imperial army's relatives disregarded their arrogant walking posture?

Taijun, who has a pistol on his waist, will definitely not carry a rifle!

Moreover, the Imperial Army patrolled the rifle with its back... There were very few muzzles without bayonets!

It is said that because the imperial soldiers are short, they must use bayonets to increase their height to enhance their majesty and momentum...

Moreover, the person in front of him was fine. The Taijun behind him... the first Fengji button under his neck was scattered. Where did this... the Taijun from where did he hit?

In fact, the puppet army was quite eye-catching. First, they discovered that Mr. Wu had a problem, and then they found that the number of several imperial troops that appeared in a row was quite similar to that of those who had disappeared before.

I took a sudden breath and the faint smell of blood in the air was so familiar.

If he didn't know something happened now, the experience he accumulated over the years of kidnapping, blackmail and sweeping has been mixed with the dogs.

The people who appeared... are mostly Eighth Route Army.

There are eleven puppet troops on the city tower, and now the forces of both sides are completely consistent.

As long as a puppet army opened their mouths and shouted, the brothers patrolling the city tower nearby would reinforce each other, and as long as the gun was fired.

Brothers in the city will also come quickly to reinforce. None of these Eighth Route Army members who sneaked into the city tower... can't even live!

The fake squad leader did not speak because he stood in the first position and almost faced with Taijun who had already arrived in front of him.

If you take off your rifle and press your right hand on the pistol holster, the speed of pulling the gun will definitely be much faster than that of yourself.

With the searchlights shining outward, I saw clearly the puppet army faces who were following the lead, dressed like the detective team, pressing the shell gun holster with his hands...

There are so many people, but no brother they know!

The fake squad leader's hair was straight and his whole body was stiff, and he had no intention of resisting at all!

He even was very worried that his brothers would move.

As long as there are abnormal movements, more than ten brothers, including myself, will all die.

"Master Eighth Master!" The fake squad leader finally plucked up the courage to mutter in a low voice, not daring to speak too loudly.

If the person in front of him is really Taijun, he probably won't understand his dialect...

Wang Xiaosan stopped, but the soldiers in his body were still moving forward, and their pace was in a hurry. Almost when they were facing the puppet soldiers one-on-one, they took out the muffled guns in their hands towards everyone outside the city...

The puppet soldiers begging for mercy, and the puppet soldiers knelt down and begged for mercy...

"Don't move..."

"Master Eighth Master, please spare me..." "I have an eighty-year-old mother..."

"Don't speak out, Eighth Master is doing things, whoever dares to shout and beat him to death!"

"Don't talk... I'll shout if I'm sorry for my longevity!"

The low shout immediately turned the scene into a buzzing sound.

The window opened and the city gate building with a half-closed door immediately came a strange tone shouting: "Baga... are all quiet!"

The sound of the buzzing crowd sleeping in the house worked, making the city gate tower that was originally buzzing was immediately silent.

Maybe it was a bit loud, maybe it was a bloody smell floating from the city gate to the county town.

An excited native dog pricked up his ears and hesitated for a while, and finally raised his head to the sky: "Wool...Wool..."

The barking of the dog is very shrill.

It quickly attracted the discussion of the nearby dogs, and then, the dogs in the city seemed to bark like they heard some news...

Both humans and dogs are extremely sensitive to blood.

There are rumors that dogs can smell death!

...

If we only look at the results of the training process, we should look at the strictness of the Imperial Army instructors when training the Imperial Army.

The puppet troops on the city tower are definitely stronger than the Eighth Route Army in front of them!

Even if the crest gun is pressed against the forehead, he will probably be able to pull a cushion when he fights to the death!

Before dying, I hugged the other party and rushed down the city wall. It was not difficult for everyone to fall into flesh mud!

However, humans are herd animals, and many times, courage is related to the environment.

When a puppet army who was afraid of death raised their hands first, the other puppet army who saw it quickly followed suit.

The puppet troops in front of them were all raising their hands obediently.

For disarming, the Ninth Battalion has trained separately.

Half of the soldiers in the space were guarding with guns, while the other half stepped forward to disarm.

The follow-up action after taking over the gun is very simple. Holding your head against the wall, kneeling on the ground...

Wang Xiaosan, whose heart was about to jump out of his throat, trembled and ordered: "Kill the searchlight on the roof, kill the Japanese in the gate building, and immediately send a signal to the outside of the city..."

Two soldiers entered the gatehouse, and two soldiers came to the top of the gatehouse.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Following a soldier taking off his military uniform, covering the searchlight, and going back and forth three times...

There is no way, turning off the searchlight is a technical job...

The soldiers who usually deal with stoves, pots, pans and pots are really not sure what to do...

The soldier whose hands were blisters were burned with hot lights and searchlights swearing in his heart that he must study more in the future...

Many people in the Ninth Camp will drive motorcycles and ride bicycles, especially Li Xianglian. Every time they study, they will tinker with a circular disc made of wooden sticks, saying that it is called a steering wheel...

All day long, I'm clamoring for clutch accelerator brake left half circle and right close circle...

A brief scream came from the gatehouse, and then there was no movement.

The brother in charge of the searchlight was taken down the gatehouse and squeezed with more than ten puppet troops kneeling on the city wall, staring blankly.

He was trembling but no one dared to speak.

Wang Xiaosan raised the southern pistol that was tightly clamped in his hand, then turned to look at the puppet army patrol coming from the east: "Hey... how to deal with them, I don't have to teach you, right?"

"Don't worry, Master Eighth Master, I promise there will be no leaks..." The fake squad leader did not breathe evenly and coughed twice.

Although he may have been killed by Taijun afterwards, he is better than being killed now.

It’s better to live a life than to die. It’s better to live a day. Besides, there is a certificate of anti-Japanese war at the bottom of your box at home...

Some regrets I didn't carry it with me...

In ordinary cognition, counties occupied by the Japanese will be dominated by traitors dominated by the Japanese, and the puppet army will absolutely control it.

In fact, the three religions and tribes that have been rooted in the county for thousands of years can be eliminated in just a few years?
Chapter completed!