Wu'an County is located between Handan and Wei County in the southeast.

There are densely packed houses in the county town.

The two streets cross the city walls north-south and cross in the middle of the county town.

There are two waters around the county town.

I had long received news that the Eighth Route Army had broken through the railway, and it was good that it was far away from the railway here.

After the puppet troops in the city were drawn, the quiet county town strengthened its defense.

The city gate was shrouded in wisps of mist.

There were puppet troops stationed at all four city gates. Seeing the Imperial Army singing birds opposite the suspension bridge, the puppet platoon leader quickly ordered his men to lay the suspension bridge.

Cheng'an County is between Wei County and Handan. Over the past year, people from the autonomous army often came to Handan, so it is not surprising that such a team appeared.

The fake platoon leader suddenly remembered that according to the rules of defending the city, he wanted to ask the other party about the number and password.

As a result, after a few words, Taijun, who was opposite the blockade ditch that was changed to the moat, could not understand at all...

The Imperial Army behind Taijun winked at the wall, as if pretending to be weird and deliberately distorted...

Seeing the team opposite the Blockade Ditch, many of them were still wet.

And the Imperial Army like a hill... The Eighth Route Army will definitely not have such a fat man.

Because, all the Eighth Route Army members he has seen are as thin as maroons... without exception.

boom...

The suspension bridge hit the opposite side of the blockade, splashing mud.

The pseudo-platoon leader did not feel that it was inappropriate, and he was obviously exhausted by the marching in the mud.

Taijun, who was hanging a turtle box around his waist, walked from the suspension bridge to the fake platoon leader. The fake platoon leader quickly saluted Taijun: "Hello Taijun!"

Taijun, who was wearing white gloves with long-standing military shoes, smiled and stretched out his hand to tidy up his military uniform for the fake platoon leader.

Finally, he patted his shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work..."

The fake platoon leader stood straighter and his chest was as straight as a big girl.

After slapping his shoulder, he felt that the ancestral tomb would definitely be filled with smoke, and his body was about ten pounds lighter...

The Imperial Army brothers behind him were carrying wet rifles, and each of them walked past the pseudo-platoon leader and patted him on the shoulder.

The mud-stained cloth shoes walked on the stone slab streets wet with mud, making a squeaking sound.

The fake platoon leader was a little unhappy, your mother... a big-headed soldier is also suitable for the platoon leader's shoulder?

Until, when a commoner with his hands tied behind him reached out to take pictures, the fake platoon leader quickly glared: "Ah, your mother dares to take pictures of me?"

"Uh, I thought I had to pat your shoulder to get into the city..."

The fake platoon leader was a little confused...

Aren’t the hands of these people caught tied behind them?

This guy has three hands?

"Hey...stop...what do you?"

"What?" Li Laosan stopped and stared at the pseudo-platoon leader: "What are you calling Daoist?"

The fake platoon leader felt confused. Didn’t this guy tie his hands behind him?

This is amazing...

They were tied up with the back! They were all holding ropes in their hands, the ropes with their arms tied up with the back...

What's going on?

"Oh, if you don't want Master Dao to be saved, don't scream..." Li Laosi raised the shell gun in his hand!

Pedestrians walking out of the city passed through the fog on the street and found that there seemed to be someone shaking at the end of the city gate tower.

"Hey! Which part of you are from? Why are you running up the city tower?" The loud voice of the puppet army on the city tower floated over the city tower.

After a moment of silence.

Bang... A dull sound of tearing the air breaks the silence of the city tower.

The bullet penetrated the chest of the puppet army and brought out a bloody rain and flew into the distance.

The Japanese were not completely at ease with the defense of the county town. They would send a squad to garrison the city wall every day to urge the Imperial Army to guard the county town.

No one knew that more than a dozen Japanese devils had all died on the city tower.

I guarded the city tower every day. Since the establishment of the autonomous army, the county has been safe for nearly a year.

The Japanese are no longer interested in this kind of thing that they watch the scenery on the city tower every day.

I just occasionally go out of the city to find Miss Hua. It rains heavily and the roads are muddy.

The Japanese were all sitting in the city gate building and reading the letters they sent to their homes a few days ago...

To comfort the loneliness of homesickness.

No one would have thought that the god of death had arrived.

Before they could react, bayonets stabbed them.

The Japanese immediately planned to resist, but it was too late to catch them.

The garrison Japanese were originally a second-rate Japanese troops, and many of them were even sixteen or seventeen years old, with a height of less than one meter five.

The cooperation between the two teams is not the opponent of the commando team led by Yang Crazy Man.

He did not kill the puppet army who had already raised his hands on the city tower: "Don't move, whoever moves will kill him!"

The sudden gunfire made the people waiting under the wall suddenly noisy, and then looked up...

Above the high city wall is the sky and nothing can be seen.

"It's gone..." A voice shouted into the city with a proud and proud voice on the city tower.

The city gate is four or five meters wide, and the shopkeepers on both sides of the East Street in the city were not even feeling like they were looking at it.

What should I do to keep working on?

Seven or eight puppet troops were squatting by the suspension bridge outside the city. The puppet platoon leader explained the arrangement of the Japanese and puppet troops in the city clearly.

I saw the team heading into the county town.

Finally, I mustered up the courage: "Oh, Master Ba, we all have the witness of the anti-Japanese war..."

"All of them? Show them to the Eighth Master..." A militia poked the fake platoon leader's shoulder with the muzzle of a rifle without hesitation.

East Street.

Yang Fengzi led the team directly into the county town.

Wenwuquan next to him muttered: "Hey, Company Commander Yang, why is this fucking county town like a ignorant?"

"Don't talk!" Yang Crazy looked at him without squinting.

People from the shops on both sides of the street were talking: "I don't know where I caught the coolie..."

"It's all men, I don't know which village woman is suffering again..."

"This world is very strange. After so long, it suddenly rained again. When the road is dry tomorrow, I have to go back to the countryside to see the crops..."

Several black-clothed detective team members sat on the second floor of the restaurant on the street, protruding their heads to look at the Imperial Army and the Imperial Army on the street.

Then followed by a long team of ordinary people.

A traitor had a sharp-eyed eye: "Hey, what are those mud legs doing?"

Another fat traitor followed him to the window, looked at it and shouted: "It seems they are untiing the rope on their arms?"

"What does this mean? These mud legs want to run away?"

"No, they are in the same group!"

"A bunch of them?" The traitor was a little confused.

"It's the Eighth Route Army!" The fat traitor changed his face drastically. He then pulled out his pistol and pointed the gun at the imperial army in front. He hesitated for a moment. If he hit the wrong shot, there would be no good results!

Lift the muzzle.

Bang...

He shot directly at the sky...

The soldiers following Yang Crazy Man have been on guard against both sides of the street.

When he saw the traitor taking out his gun, he noticed the guy's actions. He immediately raised his rifle and aimed at the traitor's head, almost shooting at the fat traitor at the same time.

The fat traitor tilted his body and fell into the second floor of the restaurant.

Following two trio soldiers, they rushed into the restaurant.

Someone immediately made up the seat, and the marching team was not at all confused.

Continue to move towards the county office.
Chapter completed!