Besides, Zhuanshan Leopard led more than 100 of his men, carrying more than a dozen pack horses and mules, and walked proudly on the rugged mountain road. The pride and satisfaction in his heart could not be summed up in the word "exhilarating".
Zhuanshan Bao's real name is Liu Hong, and he was a ruffian platoon leader in the Northwest Army. He was captured during the Central Plains War. The National Army found out that he had many bad habits, so they sent him back to his hometown in Shaanxi. When he returned to his hometown in Shaanxi, he lived with his face facing the loess and his back facing the sky.
What a miserable life? For Liu Hong, who was involved in prostitution and gambling, and usually relied on bullying the people to eat and drink, this was like going back to hell from heaven, and he felt very unhappy.
So he instigated a few scum in the army and beguiled a group of ignorant subordinates. He broke out in revolt while being escorted, killed a squad of National Army soldiers escorting them, grabbed the gun and fled into the Taihang Mountains.
Taking advantage of the failure of the Central Plains War, the Jin army retreated significantly to the Taiyuan line. Except for the security teams in various counties, there was basically no space for regular troops to be stationed in the entire southeast of Shanxi. They continued to commit crimes and killed several groups of local bandits. In less than two months,
Over time, it has developed to a scale of nearly 200 people today.
Moreover, when he set up an ambush between Jincheng and Gaoping today, he went through many inspections and learned that except for the security teams from the two counties, there were no other garrison troops within a hundred miles nearby. When the security teams got the news and dispatched, that would be tomorrow.
, not to mention the few broken guns of the security team, whether they dare to come is another matter.
Therefore, Liu Hong lost his guard after the successful robbery and allowed his group of men to slowly and leisurely move forward on the mountain road as if out of spring.
At this time, a bandit walking behind felt urgent to urinate, so he smiled and said to his companion: "Let's release the water. Good brothers should release the water together." The other bandit also smiled and nodded in agreement, jokingly saying: "I said old man
Hui, you didn’t get angry when you saw those women in front of you, did you? Let the water go to put out the fire? Hahaha!”
The two of them made dirty jokes and walked under a tree. They unbuckled their pants and took out the stuff and started peeing. Just when they finished urinating and were about to shiver, two people wearing hoods suddenly appeared from behind them.
Before the big man could react, his neck was strangled by two iron gate-like arms, and he was dragged and disappeared among the trees in an instant, leaving only two hot pools on the ground.
liquid……
As he walked, Liu Hong suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked back just now and saw that there were some people missing from the team. Looking back again, he saw that the long and winding team really seemed to be missing a tail. He felt immediately.
He became vigilant and prepared to gather the team and count the number of people. At this moment, a slight "pop-pop-pop" sound suddenly sounded from all around, and in the blink of an eye, more than 20 people in the team fell with a muffled sound.
Liu Hong didn't know what *** was. He thought he had encountered a ghost. He was trembling in his heart. Before he could recover, a hole suddenly exploded in the head of a colleague from the Northwest Army next to him. He was surrounded by black and white liquid and broken particles.
While the meat was flying, Liu Hong's shrill and hoarse roar echoed in the mountains: "The enemy is attacking! The enemy is attacking!"
It was late, and the mountain road between the woods was crowded with bandits who had lost their vigilance. There was no cover to block them, and they were living targets. By the time Liu Hong realized that this was an enemy attack, more than fifty people had fallen.
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But there is no point in realizing it. The enemies are all in the woods, both front and rear, left and right. You are in the light and others are in the dark. No one can see who you are shooting with your gun?
Only a few bandits who reacted quickly fired a few shots aimlessly into the woods, and then... of course there was no more. The bandits who fired were all dead instantly. This time it was a "bang bang!" rifle.
The deafening sound of machine guns and the crisp "click-click-click" sound of Chicago typewriters. Except for the middle part of the team where the hostages were located, which was shot by rifles, the bandits in the front and rear were miserable and were directly shot.
Machine guns and Thompsons mopped up a large area. The bandits' cries of fear and despair came from the mountain road.
Liu Hong was finally frightened, frightened, trembling, and collapsed. He raised his hands and knelt on the ground and cried: "Surrender, grandpas, stop fighting, we surrender."
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Zhao Yi's eyes were opened this time. There are still wars like this. It's just like playing. He only played a small role in tracking the bandits. I'm afraid the benefactor needs to test his ability.
It was done on purpose. These bandits were walked by people and trampled by mules and horses along the way, so what kind of tracking skills were needed?
What's more, observing the tracking method of this young team led by my benefactor on the mountain road, they are all veterans who walk on the mountain as if they were walking on the flat ground. With a random gesture, who is walking in front and who is behind, some outflanking, roundabout, pinching the head and tail, it's all.
It is as natural as eating and drinking.
What’s even more shocking is their fighting style. Those who are capable of sneak attacks will never attack blindly, those who are capable of sneak attacks will never attack forcefully, and those who are quick will never be sloppy. Their strikes are steady, accurate, and ruthless, their moves are deadly, and their guns are bloody. This is the same as what I have learned since childhood.
The assassin's skills learned have the same effect but different approaches. Not to mention the marksmanship, accuracy, and rate of fire.
When setting off, Zhou Wen loaded his Colt M1911 pistol with a pistol and gave it to Zhao Yi to use. But from the beginning to the end of the battle, Zhao Yi, who thought he was a good shot, held the gun with a big circle on its muzzle.
The pistol with the barrel was at a loss, and I didn't fire a single shot. It's not that I didn't dare to shoot, but I fired without a target. Those who I could hit were all knocked down before I could take aim. You don't have to take aim.
? Zhao Yi thought depressedly.
Admire! Shock! Eye-opening! This is Zhao Yi's mood at the moment. Dozens of people are all masters. No wonder he was blocked without knowing it that night. It is not unfair to fall into the hands of such masters.
At this time, Liu Hong and more than a dozen surviving bandits were tied up. Zhou Wen stepped forward to untie the two foreigners who were in shock. He only heard the blond female foreigner about forty years old speaking in stuttering Chinese.
Thank you. The tears around my eyes are not dry yet.
The middle-aged foreign man was quite calm and was comforting his wife in a low voice. Zhou Wen heard that he was speaking German. But he was not proficient in German, so he tried to say to them in English: "Can you speak English?
"The male foreigner immediately replied in English with surprise: "Thank God, it's great, we can finally communicate."
Suddenly something occurred to him, and he bowed slightly to Zhou Wen apologetically and said: "Dear Mr. Colonel, please forgive me for being rude. I am a little too excited that we can escape from death. Please allow me to introduce that we are from Germany. This is me."
My wife, Catherine, is Mandel Gustav. I am deeply grateful for your life-saving grace. But please believe me, we Germans do not just pay lip service to our gratitude."
