Chapter 8: Military Action (Ten Era)

After all, he can be regarded as a big figure in Heishi Village. Even if Yan Fuquan is thick-skinned, he cannot hide under his wife's belly. Moreover, his wife's weight is too large, which makes him look like stars. If he hides for a while, he may have turned into a very large meat cake without waiting for the shooting.

He raised all his strength and pushed up, lifting the frightened woman from her body. While he was putting on his shoes, he shouted: "What's the number? Didn't you call me at the door? Hurry up and help me put on my clothes. I'll go out first to see what's going on."

"No." The woman cried again and rushed from behind, holding his waist tightly, "I don't allow you to go. Our family can hide people in our vegetable cellar. Let's hide them in the cellar and let the little fox go from outside..."

"A county town with a big palm, you can go downstairs and you will still be taken out." Yan Fuquan slapped his wife with his backhand and roared loudly, "Xing'er, Xing'er, are you dead? If you are not dead, come and help."

"Come on, here!" Yan Fuquan's little wife Xing'er was also frightened and she rubbed her legs against the wall. She knelt on the ground to tie her shoelaces. His eldest wife was beaten for a rare moment and immediately calmed down. While helping him hang a gun holster on his shoulder, she sobbed and reminded, "Then, then be careful, if it really doesn't work, we will surrender. At worst, I'll ask my father to spend money to redeem you..."

"Repeat it, find out who will shoot first." Yan Fuquan interrupted impatiently, stood up, strode outward, and reached the door with one foot, suddenly turned his head and whispered, "You can find a torn dress to put on, then apply a dust on your face, and squat on the stove pit. If something happens, I will be fat in your body. I guess no one is willing to tie you up and raise it. Xing'er, you can also apply a little dust on your face. Although I don't expect you to be loyal, if I fall into the hands of the bandits, I guess you will have to..."

"Then, what about you?" the two women stood up and sobbed and asked.

"Don't interrupt, listen to me finish my words." Yan Fuquan glared at his eyes, and it was very manly. "The third girl of Shopkeeper Liu from the 24-liter shopkeeper gave birth to a boy last month. That's my kind. If I can't come back, please let you two think about it for me to leave a back for the old Yan family."

After saying that, he didn't care whether the wife and the concubine cried or not, and called out the two trusted guards who were already guarding the door with guns, and left.

As soon as I left the house, I saw several torn gangsters hitting the door of a yard with wood. The owner of the yard was standing inside the door, begging for help while begging for mercy, "Yang, Yang Lao Niang, during the August Day, I gave you two moon cakes, neighbors, you can't..., Help, help, Yang Lao Niang came to my house."

"Fight for me." Yan Fuquan hates such a fisherman the most. He took out a turtle box and just a shuttle bullet. His two confidants also raised the box cannons and shot at the beggar's head. In a blink of an eye, he beat several thugs who were smashing the door into a hornet's nest.

Before the people in the yard came out to thank him, Yan Fuquan continued to kill outside with a turtle box. In a blink of an eye, he came to the main street. The gunshots in the night sky became more and more intense. "Ping Ping, Pong Ben..." As if fried beans, they were rising one after another. The awakened security team members and the Japanese soldiers who were left behind in the military camp were carrying weapons, running around like headless flies. When they saw any suspicious target, they would fire a few shots first. No matter whether the target was a human or a livestock, it was related to the gunshots in other places.

Several houses facing the street have already caught fire. I don’t know whether it was set up by enemies who were scrambling into the city or by gangsters running around. At this critical moment, no one could preside over justice for the owner of the store. The beggars who usually sleep on the streets rushed into the fired house like a festival, and when they saw valuable things, they put them in their arms. Before leaving, they would also ignite some things that were difficult to move or not valuable in the house to ensure that the owner of the house could not chase the dirty in the future.

With the help of the beating fire, Yan Fuquan saw several familiar security team members, pulled out the Japanese-made turtle box and shot it in the sky. He shouted loudly: "Luoguo, Xiaobailang, Wu Danuo, what are you doing?"

"You care." Several security team members who were taking advantage of the situation were startled to rob, and instinctively turned their guns. When they saw Yan Fuquan and the two confidant guards who were eyeing him with box cannons beside him, they were so scared that they quickly lowered the guns and explained in a verbal way, "We, we are catching the thief."

"Yes, yes, some thieves ran into the shop. They didn't count on snatching things, but they set fires everywhere."

"We, a few of us saw thieves setting fires, rescue them, rescue them, catch them, catch them."

"I think you are the thieves." Yan Fuquan used a turtle box to click on the foreheads of several security team members, and scolded them sternly. The people and stolen stolen things were captured. These unethical guys were so badly lying, but he knew that he could never go into the deepest moment. "Why don't you hurry up and go up to the city wall together, and wait for the bandits to kill in, and you will have no life to spend the money you get."

"Oh, ah." Several security team members were usually scared by Yan Fuquan. For a moment, they did not dare to resist. They obediently threw down the stolen goods in their hands and followed him towards the city wall closest to him.

Along the way, I met several waves of security team members running around, all of whom were recognized by Yan Fuquan and forced them to defend the city with a turtle box. In a blink of an eye, the entire team expanded to more than 20, and their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated. They walked over the street with guns and shouted, frightening some gangsters who were preparing to make money in war and fled in panic.

The gunshots on the street immediately became sparse, but the gunshots outside the city became denser, like a storm, "Ping Ping Pong, Pong Pong..." "Ching,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Yan Fuquan listened with his ears sideways and confirmed that the gunshots mainly came from two artillery towers near the South City Gate. He frowned and gritted his teeth and ordered, "Go to the south, someone must have called from the south. Let's take it up, maybe we can help those brothers on duty tonight."

"Yes, yes, sir." The security team members hesitated and agreed, very reluctant.

However, after all, the arm cannot twist its thighs. If anyone dares to resist at this critical moment, he will definitely be shot by Yan Fuquan on the spot. With fear and reluctance, the security team dragged to the south gate. As soon as they walked through the intersection, a group of people suddenly came up in the courtyard of Ito Trading Company in front.
Chapter completed!