The moon sets.

The earth sinks into the darkness before dawn.

The shaking searchlight post on the roof of the artillery tower tear through the silent night near the big stone bridge.

The blockade ditch extends from both sides of the stone bridge to the distance is as deep as a monster.

The light emitted by the searchlight is dim yellow but dazzling.

Perhaps because of fear of falling, the police officers crossing the bridge raised their hands to cover their eyes and faced the light, jumped off their bicycles and pushed them towards the stone bridge.

A torch appeared in the darkness under the searchlight on the bottom of the artillery tower. Several puppet troops in the security regiment were yawning, carrying rifles to the stone bridge head more than 20 meters away.

After arriving at the stone bridge, two puppet troops scattered and stood on alert at the west bridgehead.

A voice suddenly came from the dark castle in the south: "Guaigua...I heard something happening in the ditch, hurry up and take a look..."

"Block down the ditch? This matter is under the responsibility of the patrol team..." The puppet army nicknamed Guaigu directly refused.

I thought to myself, if there were really Eighth Route Army members in the ditch, and now I was using a torch, wouldn’t I be using a live target for the Eighth Route Army members in the ditch be fired?

Seeing that the grasshopper was not moving, the bunker continued to shout, "Why are you standing there?"

"You are also on the edge of the ditch, why don't you go?"

"I have to stare at the stone bridge..."

"The person who came from the police force, there is a big stare at this broken bridge..."

"Oh, is it so unfair? You go and see if you want to die?"

The puppet army standing on the other side interrupted: "There is a rabbit in the ditch, and if you are interested, you will catch it quickly..."

The sound in the castle became lower: "I'm just saying...If there are really eighth routes in the ditch..."

"I've never seen the Eighth Route Army secretly crossing a blockade ditch... I didn't run away when I saw us..." Guagua said this, but she shook the torch and shone into the ditch.

Unfortunately, the torch light only illuminated his body more than ten meters in front, back, left and right, and it seemed darker in the distance and could not see anything.

"You dare not listen to my orders, and the platoon leader will come and sue you later..."

"Go left, everyone is just making a living, don't be so serious..." A puppet army who moved barbed wire and wood to make a horse resist.

"I have received the pay from the Imperial Army, we are the Imperial Army!" Gou Sheng in the bunker complained loudly with a light machine gun.

The puppet troops at the bridgehead were clamoring.

Liu Yuanqing followed Luo Ronghua and stepped onto the stone bridge from the east.

When I heard the conversation between the puppet army, I subconsciously turned my head to look at the blockade ditch on the south side. When the torch swayed, I saw a group of blurred figures...

The big dog who came from the ditch to support the cover was pointing his gun at the puppet army who was tying.

Fortunately, due to the angle of sight of the puppet troops on the artillery tower, they could not see the big dogs sticking to the wall. The puppet troops at the bridgehead were on the black policeman crossing the bridge. As for the puppet troops in the bridgehead, they could not see the situation below the ground from the shooting hole...

The fake platoon leader Zheng Sanpao followed his subordinates and swayed out of the artillery tower. He walked to Luo Ronghua who had crossed the stone bridge and came to the west bridge. He stopped and complained: "Don't sleep well in the middle of the night... Why are you messing around?"

"Where is the responsibility..." Luo Ronghua's face was a little pale.

"Are you sure you found the Eighth Route Army trace?"

"yes…"

“How many are there?”

"A few dozen..."

"Just dozens?" Zheng Sanpao's eyes lit up and he continued to ask: "Do they have any signs of coming here?"

"I... my legs are growing on them, how can I know?"

Zheng Sanpao rubbed his hands: "How about I take you with me, brothers, you will take a way back the same way, and capture this group of 8th Route Army, and then find the Imperial Army to receive the reward?"

"What do you want to do?" Luo Ronghua is an old man and immediately realized that it was fake to capture the Eighth Route Army, and it was real to grab the gun in the Eighth Route Army and sell it to the black market.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but turn my head to look at the darkness of the blockade ditch.

"What are you doing? Don't say you don't know, hehe... After the matter is done, the money you get will be sold is 30% or 7% or 30% or 30% or 30% or 30% or 30% or whispered excitedly: "The Eighth Route Army has a very poor combat power. As long as you can find them, this matter will be accomplished!"

"..." Looking at this stupid idiot, Luo Ronghua was speechless.

The Eighth Route Army may indeed be as unstoppable as Zheng Sanpao said, but the person who followed him and the Eighth Route Army who entered the artillery tower had seen him when he was arrested, and he was very powerful.

As black-skinned police officers walked past, they saw several black shadows sending cigarettes to their subordinates on duty, and two others walked towards the bridgehead bunker.

"Just make a phone call to report to the Imperial Army. Why are you doing so many people?" Zheng Sanpao finally felt something was wrong. He opened his voice and rushed to the black shadow who was about to enter the bunker and shouted loudly: "Hey, the phone is in the gun tower, why are you doing in the bunker?"

Liu Yuanqing saw the searchlight light on the roof of the artillery tower moving towards the direction of the bunker, and knew that the soldiers entering the artillery tower had succeeded.

From behind Luo Ronghua, he took two steps forward calmly and stood in front of Zheng Sanpao: "Your name is Zheng Sanpao, right?"

Zheng Sanpao turned his head when he heard this: "Who is your mother? How dare you shout at me!"

Liu Yuanqing clicked out his muffle gun from his waist and pushed Zheng Sanpao's forehead: "How is this onion?"

Zheng Sanpao was a little confused. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something. Suddenly he heard screams coming from the bunker.

ah…

The one who screamed was Dog Suo, a machine gunner under his hand... Zheng Sanpao's face turned pale in an instant, and his whole body began to tremble.

No matter how stupid he is, he knows that there is something wrong with Liu Yuanqing in front of him...

Soon, black shadows emerged from the blockade ditch on both sides of the stone bridge.

Looking at the men who came back from patrolling the blockade ditch with torches in the distance in the north, the last glimmer of hope was shattered, this time... it was all over!

Zheng Sanpao's face was ashamed...

Thinking of the bad things that have been done before, I looked at Luo Ronghua with despair: "It's over, it's all..."

As for resistance...

This guy was even scared of shit and urine...

There is no word resistance in his life creed...

The sky is bright soon.

An early bird flew high in the sky.

Looking down at the vast fields in the morning light.

The artillery tower is covered with stars and the small path between the ground as dense as pearl nets.

People who pick boxes and push roosters are constantly emerging on the road, showing that the town not far from the canal is still alive.

The pseudo-security security regiments in Donggu Town came from the people in nearby townships.

In the spring and autumn, the villagers nearby who are close to the security team can basically get news in advance and directly store grain and hide everything.

When the Japanese swept the troops and the security army was still there, the villagers from the ten miles away near Donggu Town should go home and continue to farm.

The village remote from the town is a place where the Eighth Route Army secretly operated. After being swept by the Japanese, they hid and ran away...

Over the years, every sweep has been surrounded by the Eighth Route Army and various anti-Japanese elements.

Last night, news of the Eighth Route Army breaking north spread, a large number of Japanese soldiers, puppet troops, police forces, plainclothes teams left the city.

After dawn.

Those with many people set up regional blockades, those with few people set up checkpoints on key roads, and those with single people jumped around to find out the news.

All signs indicate that the Eighth Route Army that fled to the north was divided into two groups: one ran north and the other ran west.

Most of the traitors have dual identities, one is to do things for the Japanese, and the other hand is the pillar of many families.

Of course, professional traitors who do things for the Japanese are not ruled out.

The Japanese asked the security teams, police officers and gendarmerie to maintain the government to assist in the defense. The arrangement seemed to be strict, but in fact, many people just went through a formality.

The people are still hardworking and are still very busy after the autumn harvest. Some people secretly run home to hoe the ground with wheat.

The news received showed that someone saw a team active at night, and based on the principle that it is better to have less than more things...

Some people conceal directly and refuse to report it.

Otherwise, I have to act as a guide to find...

The Eighth Route Gods are elusive.

Although there are rewards to find, you must be wary of the Eighth Route Army's traitor team day and night...

What if it is not found?

At the least, they were beaten, and at the worst, they were angry and angry, and they were vented and even killed by the Japanese, and eventually their family was destroyed...

These days, it’s better to have less than more things!

It’s more important to have that free time than to dig food honestly…

Or cut a few bales of weeds and sell them to those wealthy families in the town. The money you get is for some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

The villagers near Donggu were not afraid of the puppet troops guarding the artillery tower.

Because there are more or less acquaintances, some idle puppet soldiers are notorious, but as long as they don't meddle in other people's business and provoke them, there will generally be no trouble.

Entering the town’s major traffic road, Dashi Bridge.

A group of security soldiers scattered set up checkpoints on the west side of Dashi Bridge to inspect.

There were a few strange faces behind the horse.

"Nephew Sanpao, please yell the phone with the town police force. Captain Wang's third uncle left last night... Let him go back and run for a funeral..." An old man stopped after refusing his horse and shouted at the crowd sitting outside the artillery tower from afar...

The dejected Zheng Sanpao heard the shouts coming from afar, turned his head to look at the old man in the distance, and then looked at Liu Yuanqing who was doing ideological work.
Chapter completed!