There have always been rules to defend the city: not open the city gate in the middle of the night.

Recently, there have been a few small rains, and there has been a lot of water in the moat that has dried up for more than a year.

The puppet troops on the city gate tower aimed the searchlight at the team opposite the moat.

They shouted to each other and confirmed that the leader was indeed the brother who went out to investigate and investigate.

After confirming that the outside of the city was his own, the pseudo-platoon leader was awakened and cursed and ordered his subordinates to take seven or eight people down to the city gate to open the door.

The pseudo-platoon leader of the soldier did not take the key to defending the city from his ancestors to "not open the door in the middle of the night" to heart... He had just come out of the mountains for a while, how could he know?

The fake squad leader worked hard for a while, and finally opened the city gate and untied the rope and placed the suspension bridge.

The suspension bridge that has not been used for a long time is creaking everywhere, making people worry that the rope that pulls the suspension bridge may break at any time.

The fake squad leader on the night smiled and approached the fake platoon leader who was leading the way, but he didn't catch anything. Instead, he saw the guy with a bad face and shouted: "Wang Gousheng, please squeeze my fart..."

"Get out of here... you idiot..." The captive platoon leader Wang Gouyuan, who was walking in the front, felt that he was hit by the bayonet behind him, and almost scared to pee.

The fake squad leader saw Wang Gousheng continue to pose as if he was not interested in talking to him. This platoon leader with a big fuss is showing off. Although he is a lower-level city guard squad leader, everyone's positions are not much different: "When you enter the city now, our platoon leader will risk being punished to open the door for you..."

"Your mother is talking so much nonsense..." The one behind Wang Gousheng suddenly muttered.

The searchlight lights at the entrance of the city gate were on, and the fake squad leader finally found something was wrong and asked, "Wang Gousheng... Didn't Sier go out with you?... Oh... who are you?"

Ma Liang, who was walking in the third place, quickly walked forward two steps, squeezed out a smile, shook out a cigarette and handed it on: "We were sent by the Imperial Army stationed in Tangyin..."

"Uh..." The fake squad leader was thinking directly. Shouldn't Wang Gousheng lead the way for these guys?

"We have brought important information... If you delay, be careful about the head around your neck!" Ma Liang was anxious, and the battle on the east gate would start soon.

The fake squad leader didn't care about the beads of sweat on Wang Gouhou's forehead. When he heard Ma Liang talking, he turned around and walked into the city gate hole without any hesitation, cursing and muttering as he walked: "What a bullshit... Isn't it just that he was a bit earlier than me... pretending to be a big-headed bird..."

...

Deep in the green gauze tent.

There were shouts from time to time.

On a small open space.

There are more than ten double-person tents.

The fire was shining in the marching stove flush with the ground.

The marching pot beeps.

On the open space.

More than ten people with the upper body and the head wrapped around the "Bowl Scroll" written on it.

Depending on the situation, a group of Japanese devils should get up early and do morning exercises.

Make a stumbling support.

Someone slashed his sword.

Or catch your opponent and hold a bayonet in slow motion to perform close-fitting fighting drills.

It was as noisy as a crow.

Strangely, no one spoke birds singing.

Even falling to the ground and calling it painful is also in Chinese.

"Dinner!" As a sound of a completely local voice beside the marching stove yelled, the morning exercise team began to clean up.

After a while, the lunch box sounded, and the sound of drinking porridge appeared in the team.

It didn't take long, and several figures crawled into the open space from the gaps in the green gauze tent.

"Report, alert a group of no abnormalities..."

"Report, there are no abnormalities in the alert group 2..."

...

"Snap the time to have a meal!" A young man who was eating waved his hand.

"Captain Jing, I have a premonition that attacked Wucheng County... The Eighth Route Army that ambushed the Armored Regiment of Handan City should be nearby..." A middle-aged man shook his head and muttered to the young man.

"Is there any new news in the second team?" Captain Jing ignored the middle-aged man and handed the empty lunch box to the assistant squatting beside him, then got up to put on his clothes.

"Not yet!" the assistant answered in a hurry.

"It's still five minutes away... at five o'clock, start the machine as required, send a report to Zhuwo... Receive the latest news..."

"Hayi..." the middle-aged man next to him answered.

Bo... A loud slap fell on the face of the middle-aged man who followed the answer.

"Bastard! You must speak Chinese at any time!" The young man warned in a stern tone: "I understand?"

"Yes!" The middle-aged man bent down and turned around with his assistant.

...

Yang Chengzhi did not cross the canal with Liu Yuanqing.

In the green gauze tent, black clothes, black pants, black hats and bicycles are surrounded.

It looks like a traitor from the detective team gathered together and was dirty...

After a murmur.

"Work..." Yang Chengzhi finished speaking and waved to a group of men in black next to him.

Then, the team quickly dispersed in groups of three, carefully entering the open space deep in the green gauze tent.

If the team of Jing who had just finished breakfast knew about this situation, they would probably be very angry.

Four groups were arranged to guard the outside world last night.

There is actually someone who dares to sneak into him!

It’s not his fault, it’s just his bad luck and he met a madman who knows the code of action of TX Technology very well.

There are rigid regulations for Japanese camping at night, such as the distance between the post station in the dense forest and the distance between the next warning position is roughly equal to that of the warning position next to it... to maintain mutual communication.

In other words, the guard post is only more than fifty meters away from the campsite.

The Japanese who had just changed their whistle looked at the sudden appearance of the detective team members, and was so surprised that they could not speak.

The Special Police in the North of the Japanese are not all soldiers.

These two people just temporarily served a whistle before departure, and they were already used to the fact that the detective team members always bowed their heads in front of them.

This time I came out to investigate, I did bring some Chinese people who defected to the Imperial Army.

The command team camped here, and did not participate in actual actions, so they did not lead the reconnaissance team.

Although I felt something was wrong, I didn't think about it many times in a short time.

Just raised my arm to teach the sergeant team standing opposite me...

Suddenly I felt a heavy blow on my back.

Subconsciously, he turned his head, except for the guy standing in front of him, two ghostly men in black appeared behind him at some point.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Subconsciously preparing to shout loudly, but I realized that at some point, a big hand had already tightly pinched his throat.

With a thud, he fell forward and fell to the ground, his mouth and nose pressed directly into the soil, and an evil ghost was pressing on his body.

Then I struggled to sideways and suddenly realized that there seemed to be half a very familiar imperial bayonet on my chest...

The blade that reveals the body is all black...

But... it's also a ray of red.

It can be seen that the evil ghost who emerged from the sorghum cluster suddenly lit up the flashlight.

The pain finally reached the brain, and the head was buzzing and twitching.

The ears, nose, mouth and eyes began to seep outward... blood gushing...

I even saw that my companion next to me... probably had his tongue scratched!

My eyes finally turned black and my head hit the ground...

Li Laosan pinched the Japanese neck under him with one hand, turned around and smiled at Yang Crazy Man: "Hehe, Master Dao personally caught you..."

Madman Yang did not reply while squatting down, stretched out his right hand, pulled the Japanese ears pressed by Li Laosan, flipped the guy's face over, and shone the flashlight towards a document shaking in his left hand, and asked directly: "Who are you? How dare you pretend to be an imperial police officer?"

His ears were almost pulled off. Then the guy who turned his head felt his hand hanging on his neck relaxed a little. He could barely see the documents swaying in the hands of the dirty detective team members squatting beside him.

The other party is talking about birds?

The imperial special police officer was actually considered to be an impersonator?

Then...the other party should be his own person.

Immediately, the black face was about to start scolding my brother, and suddenly remembered his dress at this time.

I quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I have a certificate on me..."

"Misunderstanding? We received news that the Eighth Route Army pretended to be imperial soldiers and the police were operating in this area, saying, are you?" Yang Crazy said that he was very fluent in bird singing.

"Baoya...I am the North Special Police... Have you heard of it?" Hearing Yang Crazy kept talking about birds and thought that he was not a high status, the Japanese immediately became confident, but they said in Chinese: "Let me go now!"

This was said to Li Laosan, who was suppressing him.

"Let go...you?" I felt bored because I couldn't understand the bird's singing, and my grunt was so shocked that my elder Li, who was swallowing, tightened his hands and almost crushed the guy's throat.

"North Special Police?" Yang Fengzi took out his shell gun, and his muzzle was lowered to the Japanese's forehead and continued to sing: "I haven't heard of it..."

"Gendarmerie... Gendarmerie always knows it? We are more advanced than Gendarmerie..." There was a gun on my forehead, who wasn't nervous? The Japanese began to speak birds.

"What are you doing here?" Yang Caizi continued.

Feeling the thumb and middle finger on the Adam's apple loosen and tighten. In order to prove his identity as Taijun as soon as possible, the Japanese simply took the initiative to tell the truth: "Tractice a group of Tujiao Route Army attacking the armored convoy of the Imperial Army..."
Chapter completed!