The sun is slowly moving westward, and the clouds in the sky reappear.

The county town is shrouded in the curtains and the dilapidated streets.

The dead tree without a leaf sways in the cold wind.

Anyway, another year has passed.

There is a relatively neat remote courtyard to the north of the county town. Two small lanterns are hung at the door, shaking left and right in the cold wind.

Hu Yi looked up at the sky, spit out the bones of the chicken leg that had been sucked in his mouth, and slowly stepped down from the wall.

He turned around and walked into the dilapidated house in the yard, narrowed his eyes from the tiles piled up on the roof, nodded, and lifted the curtain into the house.

There was porridge boiling on the stove in the room.

It emitted a smell of roasted chicken and sweat, and there were a lot of chicken bones on the ground.

The young man who was gently grinding the bayonet raised his head and grinned at him with a friendly smile.

Seeing Hu Yi come in, a young man climbed up from the ground and went out to the yard to continue to observe the almost unmanned street.

Without hesitation, Hu Yi walked directly to the young man who had just left the house and sat down and leaned against the wall.

Subconsciously pulled out the two wrench guns and placed them in front of him, exiting all the bullets one after another, feeling the familiar mechanical outline sliding in the palm of his hand.

After standing up, he inserted ten shots into the gun body and quickly entered the gun holster.

Two twenty-shot clips were inserted into the black cotton coat belt in front of me.

Four ten-round magazines were installed into the pocket.

No longer look at the envious eyes around me, I leaned against the corner of the wall and closed my eyes to rest.

The shell gun is not a weapon with excellent performance for these soldiers of the Special Forces Operation Team.

But now, the Japanese are too strict to get any guns into the city, and it is indeed useless to fight a single pair of spy team soldiers.

Hu Yi did not sleep.

Carefully review the details of the once single-handed assassination of the traitor in Meixian.

His ideas are different from others. Although the public security model is different from Meixian, the layout of the county town and the structure of private houses are not much different.

The Japanese were very strict in management, and Qixian was no different from the tiger's den. A smell of roasted chicken floated into the nose, and their thoughts were seriously affected.

The roast chickens brought by the county government comrades may be the last thing that everyone in the house got into their stomachs...

The atmosphere in the house... should be considered very good, there is no sorrow, only the passion and desire to achieve the goal.

The police officers who were separated from a distance have begun to register from house to house.

This management model has existed for more than two thousand years, similar to the baojia system, except that the baoqian chief has been replaced by a professional police officer.

Hu Yi knew very well that he chose to perform this task because his superiors believed that he had experience in fighting a county town.

Experience is a very valuable thing.

Even if it is a failed experience, it is more memorable because failure means bleeding and sacrifice.

When the police officer arrived at the door, the police officer in the yard with a shy face made a few words of good New Year wishes, and the police officer left.

Time passes, darkness is intensifying.

"Hey, Company Commander Hu, it's almost dark." A soldier next to him reminded him friendly.

Hu Yi opened his eyes and squeezed out a smile of gratitude.

After stretching, I took out the pocket watch from my pocket and felt the familiar rhythm. With a light bang, the silver watch cover popped up, and the light shone through the window to see the angle of the pointer on the dial. The three needles overlapped, and only one was still rotating.

Finally, the three pointers overlap.

Six o'clock.

The agreed time has come.

He put his pocket watch in his pocket and raised his hands to try to bend the traitor's hat into an arc, but unfortunately he failed.

He stood up and kicked the one next to him, and nodded to the awake person in the room, as a farewell.

Turning around and walking towards the door, the figure firmly walked into the half-dark night outside the house.

Now, it is time to welcome the upcoming battle.

He glanced at the warrior at the door and left the yard with a blank expression.

I looked up at the searchlights that had already lit up in the surrounding city walls.

The sky was almost dark, but the rooms in the county town showed some light, and the faint light made the dark street mottled.

The searchlights on the city walls sway regularly, occasionally piercing the darkness.

Hu Yi observed it from both sides and estimated the distance and time to Dadexing.

At this time, the patrol team should have set out from the police station and made an exception and did not interrogate those idle people who were still wandering on the street.

It is almost a mile away from this hidden point in the north to the hidden point in Dadexing Restaurant. Under normal circumstances, you can reach it in just ten minutes of walking slowly. You will not encounter the patrol team during this process.

However, there are more pedestrians on the street than during the day, because the annual firecrackers are set off in the square in front of the county government.

The situation was found out clearly, and the gongs and drums in front of the county government started to ring continuously after a sound of gongs and drums in front of the county government.

Before the Japanese arrived, almost every household would set off firecrackers at the door to celebrate the New Year. Since the Japanese arrived, they issued an order to prohibit the people from setting off firecrackers privately because the Japanese military police believed that gunpowder used as firecrackers could be used as landmines.

Hu Yi squeezed into the crowd, raised his hand to lower the brim of the hat, and headed towards the county government square.

Today's curfew time is delayed to 10 o'clock.

The people on the road were excitedly pouring into the county government square.

After the firecrackers were set off, there was a team singing opera in the open-air square outside the county government, and the opera seemed to be called "The Drought-Bar".

In these years, it is a blessing to survive. The people in the enemy-occupied areas have to bow their heads under the high pressure of the Japanese.

The electric lights at the entrance of the county government radiate a dizzy light.

The people who prayed for good weather to be in good weather were dancing in the square in front of the county government.

The sound of gongs and drums shook the sky.

Several children running around in the crowd were scolded by the adults, and their hands were held tightly and still could not be quiet.

The dense crowd in the square was buzzing, and the sound of grain-selling gourds kept ringing among the crowd.

It seems like a scene of singing and dancing.

Hu Yi shook his head. If his family is well off, who would still do business on New Year's Eve?

A group of ordinary people performing listlessly at the gate of the county town with gongs and waist drums, and the noise in the square rushed towards the clouds.

A man in black appeared next to Hu Yi.

"Brother, borrow a fire!"

Hu Yi replied coldly: "I don't think you should smoke at this time!"

After saying that, he still took out the match in his pocket and handed it over.

The man in black smirked: "It's very lively, I'll make them cry later."

After Li Huanzhang was kicked by Hu Yi, he followed Hu Yi far away: "Without a tail, there are much fewer traitors in the city than before."

"Where is the girl?"

"I went to Dadexing Restaurant as planned."

"When will you do it?"

“Before the curfew begins.”

"Are you eight o'clock?"

"No watch, we will do it anyway, the police whistle."

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A police force appeared in front of the county government to maintain order.

Several people came out of the county government, and a traitor wearing glasses started speaking with an iron megaphone.

The sound of gongs and drums stopped.

The square began to be quiet, and occasionally the sound of children crying and whimpering, and then the mouth was covered.

Immediately afterwards, the iron microphone came to the hands of a Japanese man and spoke arrogantly in the bird's song for a long time.

Then the traitor took it and hissed again and translated the Japanese bird song.

It was only after returning that it was the turn of the county magistrate to stand on the stage next to the county government gate and talk about the principle of common prosperity.

Hu Yi carefully looked at the men in black around the crowd and kept exchanging winks with Li Huanzhang.

The two were looking for opportunities to attack those traitors, with the goal of making a gun.

Soon, Hu Yi was relieved, and his eyes shook his head at Li Huanzhang with cold eyes, and whispered: "If you have plain clothes, you can't do it for the time being."
To be continued...