Zhang Zhuguo understood it and dragged it to the end. Yang Hong and others ignored the profound meaning in it at all. Ma Qian'an's order was just an ordinary order.

Ma Qian'an walked in the second last place. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and winked at Zhang Zhuguo. Zhang Zhuguo turned around without going out and ran to the second floor with a whoosh.

When Ma Qian'an and the others walked out of the back door, Xia Zhen also jumped down the outer wall of the house opposite the Shijing family. He was about to perform his merits but was stopped by Ma Qian'an. "I know, you did a pretty job! Go back and reward merits and lose your sins. You don't have to hand over the monkey-headed mushrooms you bet on."

What, what? Xia Zhen rolled her eyes when she was choked.

"One, two, three... seven, few people." Xia Zhen screamed in shock. In addition to Wei Huzi who had returned to the car, there should be eight other people besides himself. Now there are seven. Xia Zhen asked nervously: "Sacrificed? Why didn't the corpse be carved out?"

"No!" Ma Qian replied as soon as he discovered it, "We have no casualties. Oh, it must be that Zhang Zhuguo's kid had diarrhea. I just said that he was feeling uncomfortable just now and even made a stinky fart. You see, it's time to pull it off, but I'll pull it off at this time. When I go back, I have to punish him and wait for him for a minute."

One minute later, Zhang Zhuguo came back, Yang Hong and others had already walked away, only Ma Qian'an and Xia Zhen welcomed Zhang Zhuguo. Zhang Zhuguo spit out a number, "12."

By the way! There are nine living people upstairs, two geishas and Ishii Aiko downstairs, a total of twelve.

Ma Qianan silently patted Zhang Zhuguo on the shoulder, and then cursed intimately: "Did you have diarrhea? You kid made contributions to the Ishijing family before leaving and gave a rice field in total."

"How can it be?" Zhang Zhuguo "argued" after understanding: "I have picked up a few guns. I have forgotten how poor I am. This big gun is worth 150 oceans. I really forget my roots, I feel sorry for me."

Seeing that Zhang Zhuguo had awakened his words to cover him, Ma Qian'an secretly praised in his heart: So smart! The master is indeed among the people.

Xia Zhen looked at her nose and reached out to pat Zhang Zhuguo's stomach suspiciously. Then he took two 38 guns and handed them to Ma Qian'an, "You carry it on your back, I'll break the back!"

Several people ran quickly towards the car. Xia Zhen shook his head left and right with a long spear in his hand, and from time to time he aimed the muzzle at the top of the house with a low wall on the left and right side of the alley to warn him.

When he ran to the car, Ma Qian'an found that Yang Hong had stuffed Shiro Ishii into the car, and put Masaji Kitano and Kinzo Nakari in the truck box. He nodded, just like my wish!

"Drive!" After sitting down, Ma Qian'an raised his hand.

"Boom! Boom!" The two cars opened the accelerator and roared, and rushed out like arrows. Now... go home!

At the same time, a ticket train on the north bank of Jiangqiao was spitting thick smoke and huffing onto Jiangqiao. The train could not drive too fast on the bridge. The train slowly passed through the bridgehead artillery tower, and the locomotive passed. The first carriage, the second carriage...

At the doors on both sides of the fifth carriage, two groups of soldiers held steel guns in their hands and concentrated at the open door, waiting nervously for that moment.

Finally, the fifth car passed by the artillery tower near the artillery tower. One after another, soldiers jumped down from the slow-moving train, and used a silent pistol and a dagger to deal with the two sentries standing next to the train lane line with lightning speed. Then the two groups of people jumped to the door of the artillery tower as fast as possible and rushed in!

A winding dragon and trooping prisoners of war had appeared on the south bank of the Yangtze River. The sentry from the artillery tower on the south bank immediately fired a warning when they found that the situation was not good. At the same time, they fired lights to the train that was driving, allowing the train to retreat to the north bank of the river.

Zhao Shangzhi stood at the door of the first car, held the door handle with his left hand, raised the **De submachine gun with his right hand, and shot a bullet at the signal light, and cursed humorously: "Bastard! Do you dare to order me? I will not retreat!"

The machine gun in the artillery tower fired, hitting the iron lump of the pig's mouth in front of the locomotive, and slamming the front of the car.

The bazookaman at the top of the car began to fire rockets, and the machine gun fired violently at the same time to suppress the firepower of the artillery building. One after another, rockets with long flames hit the artillery building, and the bridgehead artillery building was soon submerged in thick smoke and fire.

A rocket accurately drilled into a gun hole, and the bombardment trembled, stopping the machine gun resistance. The locomotive drove past the cannon, and the soldiers in the car rushed out into the fortress with thick smoke. After a few dozen seconds of quick fights, the bodies of more than a dozen soldiers guarding the bridge lay in the bullet shells all over the ground.

The train took a deep breath and stopped slowly.

"Purge!" A small anti-Japanese military officer climbed to the top of the artillery tower and reported loudly to the people below.

Very good! Zhao Shangzhi nodded with satisfaction. How could he have finished his eggs under heavy hammers? Such elite soldiers and powerful generals and rapid firepower were not enough for a bridgehead artillery tower. He turned his face in the other direction. The chariot was nearly a hundred meters away. The whole chariot continued to fire at the south to resist the gathering of Japanese soldiers.

"Support!" Zhao Shangzhi gave an order to Zhang Fangrong, the chief of staff of the Anbin Column, beside him.

The Anbin Column's left-behind troops in the Little Xing'anling Mountains had three brigades, led by Zhang Fangrong. This time, Zhang Fangrong came to select the best among the soldiers of the three brigades, and selected more than 300 people to form a temporary brigade.

It was about to see his comrades who had been separated for several months. Zhang Fangrong was extremely excited, and at the same time he was also excited to be able to participate in this exciting battle.

Zhang Fangrong and the soldiers got out of the car and occupied the favorable terrain to deploy blocking positions. With a machine gun, a bazooka was aimed at the wide street opposite the river bridge and exposed the black muzzle.

"God of Europe!" Douglas, in the prisoner-of-war team, exclaimed. Seeing that the anti-connection force had really arrived, he actually got a train parked on the bridge deck. Douglas couldn't believe his eyes.

These Chinese people are simply gods descending to earth. They have done such difficult things. Such a complete, meticulous and bold plan is implemented seamlessly. They are simply not humans. They are a precision machine that cannot be more sophisticated. Once they are running, they will continue to surprise them.

"Quick! Execute the A-Level Plan." Zhang Xiaohua shouted from a distance, ordering her soldiers to implement the plan.

Plan A is a normal plan. When everything goes well, cars carrying prisoners of war directly walk on the road and bridge through the guide bridge, while several cars carrying special squadrons set up bridgeheads at the bridgehead to assist the Anti-Japanese United Army who came from afar to block the enemy. As for the walking special squadron soldiers and American prisoners of war, they quickly entered the train to retreat, and everything was fast.

This river bridge is a dual-purpose road and railway, with the highway bridge on it.

Stante and Bolani in the prisoner-of-war team were also running desperately. They got off the car halfway and gave the position to the prisoners who could not run. At this moment, they led the way and carried out propaganda and encouraged them.

"Here you! Come and pick us up! Even if you are exhausted, don't be beaten to death by the Japanese! Run! It's only a few dozen meters away, and we can be saved!"
Chapter completed!