Chapter seven hundred and eighty eighth plainclothes team
In the heavily guarded farmyard, the arrested middle-aged man in black coat was being pinned to the ground by two brothers, unable to move.
The company commander Wu Changqing who was ordered to interrogate was sitting on the chair in front of him, with a pair of slender eyes shining with a heart-stopping coldness.
"Tell me, who ordered you to come?" Wu Changqing asked coldly, playing with a brand-new shell gun in his hand.
The middle-aged man in a black coat pretended to be innocent and hurriedly explained: "Sir, I am just passing through Zhangjiaji. What is it that I can't understand?"
"Then what's going on with this gun?" Wu Changqing pointed at the shell gun in his hand and said, "You, a flat-headed commoner, have a gun in your arms. Don't tell me it's for self-defense, right?"
"Sir Mingjian, I really went to the black market to buy this for self-defense. Who would dare to walk around without something to protect themselves these days."
"Heh, you're still in high spirits, aren't you?"
Wu Changqing also didn't expect that the middle-aged man in black coat would be caught and still making such shameless excuses.
"I will give you one last chance now. Tell me who is behind you and your accomplices, and I can spare you a life. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Wu Changqing warned with murderous intent.
But the middle-aged man in black coat refused to let go: "Sir, I am really just passing by..."
"ah!"
Before the middle-aged man in black coat finished speaking, a big-footed man wearing cleats kicked him. These shoes belonged to a captured kid. They were not only sturdy but also more comfortable to kick.
"To say it or not to say it?" Wu Changqing stood up and asked coldly.
The middle-aged man in a black coat was so severely kicked by this heavy kick that he bared his teeth and screamed, "Why are you hitting someone? I'm going to ask Chief Yang to sue you."
"If you don't drink a toast, you'll have to drink a fine drink!" Wu Changqing pulled out the gleaming bayonet from the bayonet scabbard on his waist, and stepped towards the middle-aged man in black coat: "I want to see if your words are tougher or my knife is tougher."
"You...what do you want to do?" Seeing Wu Changqing holding a bayonet and looking murderous, the middle-aged man in black coat felt a little guilty.
"Hold him down!"
Wu Changqing gave an order, and the two sneering brothers pinned the struggling middle-aged man in black coat to the ground again, unable to move.
"Pfft!" The sharp bayonet was slightly blocked and then pierced into the thigh of the middle-aged man in a black coat.
Severe pain hit his brain, and the middle-aged man in black coat screamed in pain. He didn't expect that Wu Changqing would really dare to take action.
"Are you going to tell me?" Wu Changqing pulled out the blood-stained bayonet and stared at the middle-aged man crying in pain with a devilish smile: "My patience is limited. If you don't tell me, I will continue to prick you.
How long can the blood flow?"
Looking at the smiling Wu Changqing, the middle-aged man in black coat felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. Fear spread in his heart. He now had no doubt that the skinny Wu Changqing would do that.
"If I tell you, you must let me go." The middle-aged man in black coat finally compromised, gritted his teeth and said, "Otherwise, I won't tell you even if I die."
"Poof!"
"ah!"
The other thigh of the middle-aged man in black coat was once again stabbed with a bloody hole by a bayonet, and blood flowed out from the other side, soaking through his pants.
"Don't you understand your situation? You are not qualified to bargain."
Wu Changqing shook the bloody bayonet in his hand as he spoke, and asked with a smile: "Where do you think the next stab should be?"
"I said, I said it's not okay..."
Facing the ruthless Wu Changqing, the middle-aged man in black coat couldn't bear it any longer and almost shouted with a cry. He felt that if he refused to say anything, he would really bleed to death slowly here.
A proud smile appeared on Wu Changqing's face, he wiped the bloody bayonet, stood up again, returned to the chair and sat down: "Let's talk."
"My wound needs to be bandaged, it hurts." The middle-aged man in black coat said tremblingly.
"If you hurry up, I might be able to bandage you before all the bleeding ends. If you keep trying this trick, you'll be asking for your own death because you can't blame me." Wu Changqing had no intention of bandaging the middle-aged man in black coat.
Devil, simply a devil. The middle-aged man in black coat now regrets endlessly that he should not have come to Zhangjiaji.
He lowered Yang Ling's reaction ability. After learning that a murder had occurred, platoon leader Hua Gou immediately blocked all entrances and exits, preventing the middle-aged man in black coat and others from escaping.
And when they wanted to encourage the villagers to go out together and take advantage of the chaos, Yang Ling arrived in time, and with his piercing eyes, he was picked out from the crowd.
He was so fast that he was held down by two guerrilla officers and soldiers before he even had time to take out his hidden rifle.
"I am a plainclothes team under the orders of the Maintenance Committee. They ordered us to prevent young people from each village from joining the guerrillas, so we wanted to threaten their families and scare them into quitting the guerrillas..."
The middle-aged man in black coat was now completely frightened and poured out what he knew like beans.
"Where are your accomplices now?" Wu Changqing asked solemnly.
"The fifteenth house at the east end of the village and the third house in the third alley at the west end are our destinations."
Wu Changqing did not dare to neglect, and asked people to watch the middle-aged man in black coat, and hurriedly left the yard to report to Yang Ling what he had learned from the interrogation.
"You personally lead people to arrest, and you can't miss anyone." Yang Ling was very angry at the behavior of these plainclothes teams, and issued an order to Wu Changqing.
"yes!"
After Wu Changqing saluted Yang Ling, he turned around and left the courtyard where the massacre occurred.
Soon, the guerrilla officers and soldiers, armed with live ammunition, headed straight for the two places where the plainclothes team would stay as mentioned by the middle-aged man in black coat.
"Class 1 is going to block the back door! Class 2 is blocking the alley, and Class 3 is going to go in and arrest people!" Wu Changqing turned on the safety of the shell gun in his hand and gave the order loudly.
And the few plainclothes team members hiding in the house were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
They can't get out now, and one of their people has been kidnapped. When they were discussing what to do, they were alarmed by the movement outside.
"Go and see what's going on outside?" They stopped talking warily.
A plainclothes team member took out the short gun from his waist and held it in his hand. Just as he opened the door and prepared to go out to see the situation, the courtyard door outside was violently knocked open with a loud bang.
Before he could react, several gun-wielding guerrilla officers and soldiers rushed in like wolves and tigers, frightening the plainclothes member and he turned around and ran into the house.
"The guerrillas are rushing in! Run!"
Seeing that the plainclothes member who turned around and ran into the house had a gun in his hand, the brother who rushed into the yard raised his hand and fired.
"boom!"
The bullet rushed out of the muzzle of the gun and penetrated the body of the plainclothes team member who rushed into the house. The bullet with blood mist penetrated the door frame unabated, and wood chips flew everywhere.
The body of the plainclothes soldier who was shot felt as if someone had pushed him from behind. He stumbled forward and fell forward. His head entered the house while his feet were still outside the door.
"Bang! Bang!"
Wu Changqing still wanted to lead his men into the house, but the roaring bullets had already flown out, so they had to hide on the spot and fight back.
Suddenly there was a loud burst of gunfire, the papered windows were smashed to pieces, and the plainclothes soldiers who were relying on the windows to fight back were also shot and howled.
"Listen to the people inside, come out and surrender quickly, otherwise we will use grenades! None of you will be alive by then!" Wu Changqing hid behind a water tank and shouted to the recalcitrant plainclothes members.
While Wu Changqing was shouting, gunfire also rang out in the west of the village, and the guerrilla officers and soldiers there also launched operations.