As soon as the words were finished, a few grenades with squirting smoke were accurately shot into the black window of the bungalow in the yard.

Immediately afterwards, a dense gunshot was heard to prevent the people in the house from jumping out of the wall.

Boom boom boom, after a few explosions, a cloud of smoke suddenly emerged from inside and out of the house. With the screams of a terrible person, the attacking crowd climbed over the wall with torches, rushed into the gate and into the yard, immediately rushed into the bungalow, clearing away the remaining enemies.

The attack was carried out in an orderly manner, and the sound of gunfire did not last long. With the banging gunshots, the strange screams of the injured in the room stopped one by one.

The person squatting with his hands raised, also fell into a corpse, flowing on the ground, originally bright red and bloody, and appeared thick darkness under the torch light.

"The rule of the Eighth Route Army is to surrender the gun and not kill it! Hasn't he surrendered... Why are you still shooting?" a torched voice asked.

"When you come on, you know, only dead enemies are good enemies!" A square-faced man was using the light shaking from the torch to replenish the bodies in the house one by one.

In the darkness, a corpse that was crushed seemed to be the Eighth Route Army. He quickly exploded the corpse: "Brother, don't shoot, we are really the National Army..."

"National Army?" The square-faced man hesitated for a moment: "You are the National Army... How did you run here to be a bandit? Which part of you?"

"The 27th Army Special Service Battalion, was ordered to lurk behind enemy lines!" The man on the ground quickly moved the body away, and still holding a 48-petal grenade of a Japanese man who had gone to insurance in his hand, trembling with a mourning voice: "It's really his own!"

Bang, a gunshot was heard, and the torch who had just announced the Eighth Route Army discipline was fired.

"When you enter your mother, why are you shooting again?" The square-faced man was stunned for a moment.

"If he is really a national army, we have killed so many, are you planning to let him go back alive to report the news?"

"When I kill the enemy, you talk about discipline with me, and when I plan to capture the prisoners, you take action again! I annoy you the most!"

"If someone knows that we have fought a lurking friendly army, we will definitely not be able to eat and still have to take care of it. You are so stunned. Take action quickly and don't let anyone go!"

"That's right, the guy who is in love with the bandits is probably not a good person, and he will be killed if he kills him!" The square-faced man showed ruthlessness in his eyes.

In fact, both of them overestimated the newly joined bandits.

There were only a dozen friendly troops who had infiltrated, and that was the last one just now. Most of them were really bandits who came to surrender.

Has suffered an unrestrained disaster? Is it important to be the bandits who fought against their compatriots innocent?

The conversation between the two.

The person who was shot died with his eyes open, subconsciously aimed his grenade cap at the ground before he died, and the weight of his fallen body was knocked out by the grenade.

The delay ends? Boom, and after another loud bang, the house immediately filled with smoke and flesh...

The two were overturned by the shock wave and the torch fell to the ground.

The square-faced man stood up dizzy and suffocated the house with bloody smoke.

Hurry up and explore everywhere on yourself, not only a lot... but also a lot of pieces!

He pulled away the extra pieces, shaking them up and sat down, and nervously shouted to the darkness beside him: "Are you dead? Isn't you dead? Let me stand up and see."

"I'm so lucky? Cough cough?"

It will be much easier to attack another yard.

Gunshots and explosions resounded throughout the town, and finally gradually became sporadic, but never disappeared.

The houses in one yard are still burning, and the torches thrown in some yards are still shining.

Within the range illuminated by the light, some people continued to howl, and those who were still hiding in the dark were trembling. Some of the people who were lucky enough to rush around when the gunshots slipped into the houses in the north, and the prisoners were taken to the square in the south. In addition, all the bodies could be seen.

"I have heard it clearly by everyone in the room. I quickly put my hands behind my head and surrender. When we search for it, we will be regarded as a negative person and shoot it immediately!" The cold voice came from the darkness outside the yard, and hesitation came from hell.

The surviving bandits held their guns and looked at the direction of the sound coming from outside the yard in panic.

The bandits had heard clearly that the people outside were calling it the Eighth Route Army. I dare not say anything else. The Eighth Route Army was responsible for its credibility. If you say you would not kill the gun, you would never kill it. At most, you would get some education and get two oceans when you leave. At worst, the gun would be confiscated, which would be better than losing your life.

The surrendered bandits were escorted to the southern square, without exception, with life-saving signs in their hands: a certificate of war of resistance.

Tian Sanqi turned his gaze to the playground, and the second squad leader was leading the soldiers to clean up the battlefield and eliminate the remaining enemies.

A group of people hit the square with a torch and attacked four times.

There were only more than twenty bandits who were caught and no injured!

The bandits were all squatting in the square with their heads in their arms, trembling. If there were really Eighth Route Army members around them, their lives might be preserved.

Director Zhang ordered the outer defense line to withdraw. The militia outside the city immediately drove into the town, carrying machetes and hoes. Almost half of them came in. Those with guns stayed outside the town to continue to be alert.

It didn't take long for the time, and the soldiers who had cleaned the battlefield silently carried the bodies of their sacrificial comrades out of the city.

Some militia took over the task of collecting bandits' bodies.

The other part, led by the Nine Corps, was shot and rushed into the houses in the south of the town. Now everyone has to be concentrated in the square.

A student soldier was carrying several militiamen carrying lime buckets and writing slogans on the wall.

Some of the seized weapons were still piled up in front of the square, and various guns, big swords and daggers were shining with cold light.

Zhang Yi watched the Ninth Company soldiers skillfully leading the militia to chase people into the square in the town, and hesitated for a while and did not stop them.

Tian Sanqi came to Zhang Yi: "Director Zhang, we have sacrificed more than ten and more than twenty injured. He Gensheng is arranging treatment. These miscellaneous guns...you can just give them to the militia."

The dozen friendly troops who lurked over came brought good guns, and they were replaced by their soldiers without waiting for Tian Sanqi's order. They were very surprised that they even got a Czech machine gun in the bandit's den! The other one should be a machine gun, but no one knew that model.

The bandit machine gunner had long been killed by a grenade, and no one knows what brand the gun is now.

As for how many short guns were seized, Tian Sanqi doesn't know now...

The monkey and a few soldiers were fiddling with the strange machine gun. Big Yang looked at the monkey: "Hey, I have fought for so many years, and I have never seen this gun before!"

The student soldier who was painting the wall next to him turned his head, looked at the gun in the monkey's hand, frowned his eyebrows and thought for a while and said, "It's a German machine gun, what's the saw of Sitero!"

"Saw? It's so fucking good...uh...you really know?" The monkey's eyes lit up.

"I have seen it in the newspaper that the bullets used are the same as the Czech machine gun. It is said to be the latest and improved model in Germany. It can be made with drums or chains, and can be supplied with bullets in both left and right directions. However, this gun should not appear here."

Monkey, no matter whether you should appear or not, he watched the student soldier continue to write on the wall, thought about it and immediately asked, "Boy, are you interested in coming to our class?"

The student soldier turned his head and smiled: "Hehe, what I said doesn't matter, Lao Qin agrees."

"Old Qin?" As soon as Lao Qin was mentioned, the monkey immediately became weak. After a round of eyes, he quickly cheered up. The girl in Jiulian had the final say. She thought about this and should have a way to find a way...

Several large fires were burning beside them.

Director Zhang was stunned as he saw more and more bandits and their families being taken to the square, nearly a thousand people were stunned. This matter was difficult to deal with!

For a moment, the children cried and whispered in chaos.

However, this was not difficult for Director Zhang. Seeing that few more people were taken into the square, he cleared his throat directly: "It's quiet. Dear fellow villagers, we are the Eighth Route Army Independent Corps. We were ordered to suppress bandits tonight. Now the bandits have been cleared by us. The matter has reached this point. I hope you understand the policies of our Eighth Route Army..."

Director Zhang talked about a policy and paused: "I understand your situation too. We welcome those who are willing to fight the Japanese, and we don't force them. I just hope that everyone should understand a truth: we are all Chinese, and the Japanese are our enemies. They rob our food, occupy our land, and insult our sisters. Whoever fights for the tiger in the future will definitely end up like those destroyed bandits... "

When Tian Sanqi brought people in, he did not leave any living when he attacked the bandits in the village office.

Zhang Yi walked to the bandits aside: "I heard that you just arrived here. Some of you may not have the blood of your compatriots on your hands. We will give you a chance to repent. Now, report your names and origins, and that's all!"

A warrior immediately began to register.

Zhang Yi continued: "You may not know yet. Just last year, Ma Dabangzi actually attacked the unarmed people. We, the Eighth Route Army, would never let him live in this world. You came here. We can let you go home or go to the nearby artillery tower to report to the Japanese. However, if anyone among you continues to do things for the Japanese and we know, then don't blame us for not asking for mercy!"

"Hey, we have been robbing the rich and helping the poor. The people in the south are almost starving to death. We have no choice. Can I... join the Eighth Route Army?" A bandit stood up with his hands raised.

Director Zhang nodded: "Of course we welcome, but we have to investigate your past. Do you have no objection?"

"Hehe, you originally sent someone to contact us, but last year, all the Eighth Route Army members ran away, and I can't find you either. We are not familiar with the mountains, and the Japanese are strictly guarding them. Yes, I will join the Eighth Route Army today..."

In the darkness, a pair of eyes were staring at the square. Cao Shangfei finally confirmed that the eighth Route Army team that led people to kill more than 20 brothers was definitely the leader.

The muzzle of the rifle aimed at the tall figure who was speaking.
Chapter completed!