The battle on the canal did not last long.

The grenade thrown by the Japanese before leaving did not sank the iron-shelled patrol ship.

The gun holes on the patrol boat hull can be blocked with an empty shell.

The soldiers of the main battalion found the broken rope from the patrol boat. After connecting it, nearly a hundred people pulled the rope together like centipedes and paddled the iron-shelled boat to the west bank.

The water flows in the canal very slowly, so don't worry about vortex.

Hu Yi stood on the shore, worried that the enemy ship would appear again on the canal and did not appear.

Without slurry, iron-shelled boats carrying people across the canal seemed to be possible.

After crossing the river, you will be the base of the third district.

Until the sun was at its peak, the water was pulled by a hundred times, and the landslide wounded took a boat and the iron-shelled boat crossed the canal.

Perhaps it was the sound of gunfire and explosions, and no ship passed by.

The Japanese were beaten up, who would have nothing to do to get that bad temper?

...

Chen Baji was wrapped in a bandage on his back, hiding in a bush forest three miles away from the ferry.

Seeing that the home he had run for many years was occupied by the Japanese, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Three hundred meters away, the Japanese guard post was clearly visible.

From the brothers who had been escaping nearby, they figured out the reason for the matter.

This group of Japanese arrived at the ferry shortly before him.

Now the ferry that he had run for many years was burned to white ground by the security forces, and the Japanese appeared here.

I heard that my brothers said that this group of Japanese soldiers took a steamboat to the ferry a few days ago, then went west to the Qingshi Tang and disappeared. However, they didn't expect that they would come back.

It was obvious that this group of Japanese soldiers were waiting for the steamboat to pick them up.

The ferry has a dock, and in the past, there were often Japanese patrol boats docked for inspection.

However, most of the time, people do not interfere with the river.

This group of Japanese soldiers is unlikely to set up camp at the ferry.

Because there are mixed fish and snakes in this place, if the Japanese sent people to guard it, there is a high possibility of attack.

He tried hard to straighten his back, but the stinging pain from his back made him unable to hold on for a long time.

He was shot after suffering a disaster. He could lie on a stretcher and show his weak side, but in front of his brothers, he had to show his strong side.

Otherwise, people's hearts may disperse.

The master once said that no matter how down-and-out or worn-out a person is, he is still a man. He is a man, and he must be able to stand up to the sky.

The ferry must be recaptured.

No matter who wants to make a ferry, it has to pay the price.

Those brothers cannot die in vain.

The big leader will not come forward, and the people in the security team dare not occupy the ferry directly.

Because they have to guard against their attacks day and night.

According to past practice, there will definitely be someone who will be a peacemaker to continue to operate.

He was a little expectant, who would dare to come here to get muddy water.

He is now very curious about who will be the peacemaker or a fake good person to steal his own discard.

This is the case in the world. If you don’t have the strength, then don’t occupy this Feng Shui treasure land.

This is what it means to bear a treasure.

...

drizzle.

West Street is not long, only half a mile away.

After walking back and forth, the little porridge that Xu Xiao drank in the morning disappeared.

Suddenly I smelled the smell of wine and meat...

My stomach started to rumbling, but this was nothing to him. I got used to being hungry since I was a child.

The sound from the window upstairs was very strange, very similar to the Northern Mandarin, and occasionally mixed with bird singing.

Yes, birds must be singing!

Xu Xiao slowly stopped. He tightened the cloth belt under his torn clothes again, held a sea bowl with a big rooster painted, and leaned against the corner of the wall that could not be rained.

Occasionally, I looked up at the windows on the immortal building.

These days, Huixianlou's business has been bleak.

The eaves cannot cover the drizzle.

After Xu Xiao waited for a long time, the people who were drinking upstairs continued.

A window above my head suddenly opened, revealing a young face, followed by a strange voice: "Hey, little beggar, I see you have been rubbing here for a long time, do you want some leftovers here?"

After saying that, before Xu Xiao refused, a bag of oil paper was thrown away.

Xu Xiao quickly grabbed the bowl with one hand and took the package with the other hand.

When I looked up again, I found that the window had closed.

Xu Xiao took the oil paper bag and opened it, and found that half of the roast chicken without chicken legs inside...it was still hot.

It is possible that the Japanese who threw the roast chicken upstairs may be the Japanese.

He didn't plan to be polite, so he pulled out the roast chicken from the greased paper bag and stuffed it into his mouth. It tasted really good.

I ate all the bones in one go, wrapped them in my arms, and planned to take them back to eat them for the puppy I had taken in.

For some reason, Xu Xiao suddenly felt hot all over.

Maybe it was because of food in the stomach, or maybe it was because of the discovery of ghosts.

Anyway, his heart beats very fast.

The guy who threw the roast chicken must be the Japanese.

Even if he threw half of the roast chicken for himself, as long as it was a Japanese devil, he felt that he would have to be killed.

While I was thinking about it, the sound of a stool moving came from the upstairs.

Following a sound of footsteps upstairs.

After waiting for a while, I finally heard the sound of the door opening, and then the footsteps of someone going down the stairs.

Xu Xiao stood up suddenly, left the street, turned to the alley next to the restaurant, and poked out half of his head to observe.

The bustling sounds in the house seemed to be checking out with the shopkeeper.

Suddenly, breathing sounds came from behind.

Xu Xiao was not good.

He turned around suddenly and finally saw clearly the person who attacked him.

It was the Japanese who threw the roast chicken to himself just now!

I don't know when this guy went downstairs silently and walked around behind him.

A sharp sharp knife in his hand was stabbing his waist.

Xu Xiao quickly flashed to the side, then clamped and stabbed the arm holding the knife with his left arm tightly.

He bent his right elbow and rushed towards the guy.

The guy who attacked him groaned and threw away the knife.

Then, a thin rope strangled around Xu Xiao’s neck, flipped his body and planned to carry the pig dead.

Once the neck is tied with a rope and someone is shaking it on his back a few times, the throat pipe will be broken by the thin rope.

Fortunately, Xu Xiao was alert and put his hand on his neck, and the nylon rope was tied into Xu Xiao’s palm. He raised his foot and thrust hard on the wall. The impact force suddenly threw the two of them down together.

Xu Xiao, who broke free from the nylon rope, suddenly pulled out the short knife on his calf and stabbed him under his ribs.

A scream seemed particularly loud on the quiet rainy street.

Xu Xiao didn't think much about it. It was not the time to relax. He stabbed the knife in his hand into the Japanese waist and twisted it hard.

Perhaps because I heard the screams outside the restaurant, the footsteps in the restaurant sounded rapidly again.

Xu Xiao quickly took a handful of the Japanese man who was stabbed to death and was still twitching.

There was a pistol hidden under the ribs. He was happy and quickly pulled out the pistol. Unexpectedly, it was really a southern pistol, and then pulled all the things in the ghost's pocket and the messy things into his own pocket.

Then, he rolled and crawled into the depths of the alley.

After running a few steps, I looked back and thought to myself that this Japanese devil should have gone through the back door.

Obviously, the widow that I was staring at them was discovered.

The alley in the drizzle is misty.

Several gray-clothed men with alcohol in their mouths rushed out of the restaurant gate with their guns.

Run west along the street, and in a few seconds, I arrived at the corner of the alley.

At first glance, the body of the SWAT elite lying on the ground.

Around the body, a large piece of blood was being washed into the gutter by the rain...

Several men's expressions changed drastically, and they began to yell loudly in their mouths...
Chapter completed!