The puppet troops beside the suspension bridge noticed that most of the military uniforms in the team were covered in blood and carried more than twenty-year-old stretchers: "Are there any casualties?"

Ma Liang: "Yes, I didn't expect the Eighth Route Army to be so powerful!"

Behind them, Tang Dagou, who was yawning, took the lead in crossing the suspension bridge and drilled straight into the artillery tower.

Not long.

A squad of the puppet army in the artillery tower, including those who sleep, was concentrated in the open space outside the artillery tower.

Luo Fugui followed into the artillery tower, and after a while, he came out of the artillery tower and walked straight towards the group of puppet troops.

He reached out and pinched the neck of a puppet army.

The puppet army softened: "Master Eighth... Give up your life!"

Luo Fugui entered the artillery tower with the puppet army collar that wet his pants.

The puppet army looked at the wide-browed and thin-eyed imperial army sitting behind the table on the Datong bed, holding a bayonet in their hands expressionlessly, and his heart beat hard: "Master Eighth Master, please spare me..."

Ma Liang next to him raised his right hand holding the pen and pointed to the noodle bench opposite the table built by the ammunition box: "Don't be nervous, sit!"

The puppet army was sad, how could I not be nervous? I didn't care that my pants were uncomfortable with wet, and sat down carefully with trembling.

"Name? Where is the home?"

The puppet army shivered: "The little Zhao Dahu...Zhaojiazhuang..."

"Tell me about everyone's situation in the artillery tower you know..." Ma Liang paused here with a gentle voice, and then sincerely suggested: "I will ask one by one, I advise you? It's better not to lie!"

The puppet army was like sieve the skeletons: "Eighth Master, brothers, I know everything. God, if I really couldn't survive, who would have been willing to lose my ancestors' face?"

Half an hour later.

The details of the eleven puppet army prisoners guarding the artillery tower were clearly understood by Ma Liang and Zhao Tie.

The squad leader of the puppet army and the deputy squad leader are definitely a serious crime, bullying men and dominating women!

Zhao Tie was sentenced to death directly...

A soldier was covered in blood and was trampling the soil on the pit where the two corpses were buried, complaining: "There are not a good thing for these puppet soldiers as officials!"

"That's right, the guy who can also do something to the common people will die!" said the soldier holding a gun next to him, resentful.

"I think you should give them a chance?" Ma Liang looked at the remaining puppet troops beside him and looked up and asked Zhao Tie.

"Who gave the dead villagers and gave them the chance to kill our underground staff?" Zhao Tie glanced at the puppet troops and couldn't help but sneer.

Ma Liangxiang was a little confused: "They were also forced to move by the Japanese. Besides, our Eighth Route Army will be given priority to capturing!"

Zhao Tie sarcastically said, "Then tell me, how do you treat him preferentially? Let him go and report our whereabouts to the Japanese?"

Ma Liang frowned: "It's wrong for you to kill prisoners anyway."

Zhao Tie asked back: "Which eye did you see me killing prisoners? I am verdict. Do you understand?"

Ma Liang asked deliberately: "What qualifications do you have to pronounce the verdict?"

Zhao Tieyi was so strict: "Hehe, as long as you don't have a certificate of anti-Japanese war, you will be sentenced to death!"

Tang Dagou leaned on the mound outside the artillery tower to bask in the sun, half-opening his eyes: "What a good sentence, these guys were bandits before, so it's useless to keep them all, let's kill them all."

There were nine puppet soldiers left. Listening to the conversation between the three, his face was as white as paper. One of them quickly trembled and begged for mercy: "That eighth master, please spare me. Although the young man became a puppet soldier, he usually burns incense and worships Buddha every day, and sometimes he helps the fellow villagers dig soil and hoe the ground!"

Ma Liang took the notebook in his hand and nodded: "Your performance is pretty good, but I can't let you go now, so this matter is not easy to deal with!"

The puppet army gritted their teeth: "Master Eighth, I'm willing to do it anyway!"

Zhao Tie nodded: "Anyway? Then I can spare you!"

Several puppet soldiers next to him panicked: "Eighth Master, we are all willing to do it anyway. When this puppet army is stabbed by villagers every day, I won't do it anymore! I'll go to the Eighth Route Army today!"

Ma Liang thought for a while: "Hehe, I'm not afraid of you going back on your word. I'm willing to come here to press a handprint."

The remaining nine puppet troops unanimously expressed their willingness to vote in the Eighth Route Army, and they had to save their lives first.

It was not long, and a puppet army with different expressions on their faces rubbed their hands. Although their fate was unknown, at least there was no need to worry about being stabbed to death by a bayonet in front of them.

Great peace in my heart.

"Brother, those puppet troops have agreed to join the Eighth Route Army."

Hu Yi took his eyes off the map and nodded: "Now, arrange for the people to have dinner first, and let the puppet army lead the way later, and take all the artillery towers next to him!"

"Yes!" Ma Liang immediately came out to convey the order.

There were too many people and the artillery tower could not be installed. There were a circle of soldiers basking in the sun on the top of the artillery tower.

The weather was too cold, so Zhao Tie simply took more than 30 soldiers in a row to go down the blockade ditch and light a bonfire to sleep.

The sun is at the middle of the sky, and it is almost noon.

A group of detective team members who followed the puppet troops to sweep the raid, escorting seven or eight suspects from the west, and it seemed that they were preparing to send them to the county town.

"Report, someone is coming from the west!" The observation whistle roared.

A piece of head immediately appeared on the roof of the artillery tower and looked to the west.

"Hurry and retract your head!" Ma Liang hurried to the roof of the artillery tower.

"Twenty-two!" After holding the telescope for a while, Ma Liang shouted to the underworld.

After yelling, he ran directly down the artillery tower.

In the blockade ditch next to the suspension bridge, dozens of sleeping puppet soldiers who heard Ma Liang's roar left the bonfire and climbed up in a hurry.

The artillery tower is too small to block so many people in one company or two company, not to mention that the wounded need to rest.

He cursed loudly and wanted to squeeze to the side of the suspension bridge to work.

Not much effort.

The team of detectives who were driving a donkey cart came from Fengpu Chenchen to the suspension bridge.

Ma Liang looked at the arrival with a smile, and looked like the leading detective team member asked: "How is the situation in the west?"

The detective team member quickly replied: "The Eighth Route Army has run west, and the Imperial Army is mobilizing people to pursue it."

"You have gained a lot!" Ma Liang said, letting the team behind the traitor go over.

"If there is nowhere, I will catch seven suspects. Your one will be indispensable at that time. Uh, why didn't you see your squad leader Liu?" The leading traitor said, took out a pack of cigarettes and shook it out and handed it to Ma Liang.

Ma Liang took the cigarette: "The squad leader worked all night yesterday and went to bed!"

"Brother, you seem to be new, right? Why haven't you seen you before?"

"I'm here just today, of course you haven't seen me."

"Uh, brother, you see it's not too early at this time. Should you arrange some lunch for your brothers?"

Ma Liang sighed: "Okay, come here first, let's make arrangements for you."

The detective team immediately gave a thumbs up: "Good brother, let's make a fortune together in the future!"

"Then there is no need. Don't forget your brothers if you make a fortune."

The traitor looked at the crowd around the artillery tower and seemed to be confused: "Hey, don't you have only one class here? Why are there so many people today?"

"I just arrived at the friendly forces from the county town." Ma Liang looked at the short-lived guy with a calm expression.

The traitor was a little envious: "Replace defense? It's better for your Imperial Army. Unlike us, this time the sweeping and reconnaissance team is insufficient and they have to follow the Imperial Army day and night." This guy seemed to be complaining, but in fact he was proud on his face, and it seemed that he had made a lot of money.

A team of about twenty people sat around in the small square outside the artillery tower, and a large group of puppet troops were watching the fun.

Tang Dagou, standing by the suspension bridge, stood in a gangster-like position, with his head hanging down and his face that had not been washed for eight hundred years. The last detective team member who came over felt a bleak heart.

"What are you looking at? Is there any flowers on my face?"

The big dog widened his eyes and looked at the angry traitor carefully: "Hehe, no... I'll wait for a while and then there will be something."
Chapter completed!