In the early days of the Japanese gang, the country was mixed. In 1939, the scenery gradually became exposed, and there were cracks in the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. Therefore, the pro-communist personnel in the Anti-Japanese Corps successively separated, some entered the Pingxi Base Area, and some became members of the GCD "special movement team". However, for some purpose, a very small number of personnel were ordered to continue to stay in the Anti-Japanese Corps, doing their work in Cao's camp and in the Han Dynasty, and using the intelligence collected by the Anti-Japanese Corps to serve the GCD.

Under the cold moonlight, a team of more than 40 people was moving towards Montenegro. These people were wearing casual clothes and carrying short guns, hurried forward.

"Captain, the reconnaissance squad report that there had been a firearm in Heishan just now, and the specific situation is being reconnaissance." A capable man ran over and said in a low voice to Meng Qing.

Meng Qingshi nodded and issued an order to keep alert and accelerate the advance. The group began to trot towards Black Mountain.

"......... This time, the Anti-Japanese Army carried out such a big operation and protected the famous Chinese and foreign scholars from Yan University to retreat to the rear of the Great Wall, they must have received some important information. Maybe Japan and the United States are really going to go to war. No matter what, our Pingxi Military Sub-district is so close to Peking. Although there is a shadow of the Military Control Commission behind the Anti-Japanese Army, it is understandable that we can send people to cooperate and assist. Moreover, our GCD has always been isolated and lacks international support. We have been working hard. It would be great if this operation can give us the favor of Chinese and foreign scholars, and even gain some support from the international community. Of course, this goal seems a bit far away, but Yan University scholars, including Mr. Stuart, have made great contributions to China's education and anti-Japanese cause. So in return, ensuring their personal safety is also the place..."

Before leaving, the words of the military sub-district leader rose again in Meng Qingshi's mind. He turned his eyes to the distance. He rubbed his fingers hard, and there was gunfire in front of him, indicating that the anti-Governor's actions seemed to be not going smoothly. It undoubtedly gave the short gun team he led to perform, but whether the leader's intentions could be achieved. But he was still unsure.

With heavy breathing, a slightly short figure ran past Meng Qingshi, interrupting his thoughts.

Meng Qingshi quickly chased after him, reached out and quickly grabbed the package on Zhang Baojuan's shoulder. Without waiting for Zhang Juan to speak, he ordered in a deep voice: "Come on the team."

Zhang Baojuan wiped the sweat beads on the end of her hair, nodded gently, and turned around to continue marching with the team. She had studied at Yan University and had also been in the Anti-Japanese League for a while, so in order to better communicate in this operation, she also brought her over.

Some weeds and branches piled up on the road randomly. Han Han listened to the sound of horse hooves coming from afar. He sniffed the heat, rubbed his fingers hard, and held the rifle in his hand tightly. After this guy was briefly arranged, he didn't know where he went. He must have hid and secretly shot the black gun. This was his strength. The level in front of him was not sad, but in the future, he brought this group of non-combatants without military escorts, crossed the Japanese blockade line and reached the rear. Thinking of this, he shook his head with some distress.

The four cavalry forward rushed up, and not far behind followed more than 30 cavalry led by Dong Yaohua and Wu Sanduo. The obstacles on the road made the horse run stagnate. The four men held the horse, held the guns, and looked around vigilantly.

"Wu, wu, wu..." Han Han and three anti-team members shot in a mess. Three of the four guys were dismissed, and the remaining one ran away.

"Drop the horse and attack." When Dong Yaohua saw the striker being attacked, he quickly issued an order. The road was narrow and there were obstacles. He could not spread it while riding a horse, and there were not many people on the other side as he heard the gunshot.

"Brothers, come on for me." Wu Sanduo, who was eager to get back his face, jumped off his horse, waved his pistol, and shouted loudly.

The bandits tied up the horses and rushed forward with guns, using the trees and weeds on both sides of the road as cover.

Wu Ming lay quietly on the ground. The cold feeling made him even more excited, as if he had returned to the days of bloody battles near Xingtai. The white cloth on his body made him hide well on the side of the enemy and formed a triangle with the two small positions below. After observation and judgment, he aimed the gun at Wu Sanduo.

"Bang!" The rifle in Wu Ming's hand suddenly opened fire. In the dry grass, Wu Sanduo stood up straight with difficulty. After shaking for a few times, he fell down the hillside with a "plop".

"The head of the family is dead." "The head of the family is beaten to death." Looking at the corpses rolling down beside the road, the bandits panicked.

"Don't panic, don't be confused." Dong Yaohua directed a few confidants to stabilize the troops, but he hid behind the tree and looked around suspiciously.

"Bang!" Another gunshot was heard, and a bandit who was howling loudly stopped and was beaten in the head

Watermelon, blood and brain matter even splattered on the people around them.

"Bang!" The bullet shot through a small tree. The bandit hiding behind the tree shook out as if drunk, and fell to the ground with his body spinning.

"Bang, bang..." A burst of gunfire broke out from the two positions of the Anti-Government. The beautiful triangular position increased the difficulty for the bandits to hide. The best way was to lie on the ground.

Wu Ming changed his position, put his gun in his arms, and patiently searched for the next target.

Dong Yaohua was very surprised. He thought that the people who resisted the group were secretly sabotaging the city, and they would definitely not be able to withstand the regular impact of them. Unexpectedly, after one encounter, nearly ten people were killed or injured, and his side seemed to be suppressed.

The gunfire had stopped, which allowed him to think calmly, take a gamble on the offense, and rely on the number of people to tear the enemy's defense. No, let alone his appeal in this newly surrendered team, it is not realistic to rush over with this not much more people than the opponent.

"Bang", a cold gunshot sounded, a bandit lying in the dry grass looked up and a bullet flew over and lifted his skull.

"Sharpshooter." Dong Yaohua immediately widened his eyes, and a cold air rushed straight from his feet to his forehead, and he couldn't help but curl up.

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He was afraid of death, but he still had desperate people under his command. Han Zhonghe believed that he was skillful in shooting skills and flexible in his skills. He roughly judged the position of the gunman, and led a few old brothers to shoot each other and surrounded Wu Ming's position through the cover of trees and weeds.

But they still underestimated Wu Ming's shooting skills. Although this guy moved very quickly and moved from one hidden place to another, the time he exposed still brought them fatal death.

"Bang!" A bandit jumped up flexibly. Wu Ming seized the time for just one second and aimed at the place where he landed in advance. The guy happened to have an intimate contact with the bullet that was shot, but he was shot dead in the air. The body fell into the small depression with a "thump", and the depression was originally where he wanted to jump into hiding.

Wu Ming used his modified 38 cover because the barrel was long and there was almost no fire. With the cover of white cloth, it kept moving his position gently. It was not easy for the bandits to find his position accurately with the sound of gunfire. This group of people came lightly, and they didn't carry a single two machine guns in their hands, which could not form suppression firepower at all. What's more terrible is that they were wearing dark clothes, which provided convenient conditions for Wu Ming's accurate sniping.

The moonlight was a little desolate, hanging in the sky, watching the unique moving target shooting coldly.

"Oh!" Han Han looked at a bandit screaming, covered his chest and rolled down the hillside, and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "This guy, once he entered the state, it's really hard to match! Look at this, it seems that he had found the feeling of fighting with the Japanese in the mountains with A Ying and the others. One shot is accurate and one shot faster than the other, and one shot is faster than the other. He showed his head and the foot is exposed, and he can't play. These rustic buns have never seen this kind of fighting style? I'm lucky today, let's go to the coffin to reminisce!"

Han Han glanced at his watch, turned his gaze to Shi Zhiyong, who was watching attentively not far away, and greeted softly: "Hey, hey, don't look stupid."

"Oh!" Shi Zhiyong reacted and gave a few instructions. The two team members nodded, slipped down gently, ran to the road behind to meet with the two team members who were coming down on the other side, waved the bayonet to cut down the weeds and branches, piled them on the road, and set up a second obstacle.

"Bang!" Han Han fired without being outdone, but failed to hit. "The gun is not good, and there is no scope." He comforted himself and began to look for the target again.

Han Zhonghe rushed up with "lucky" and leaned against a big tree. He looked at the bullets in the magazine of the mullet gun in his hand, and quietly waited for Wu Ming's gun to rush out while he was on the bullets.

The mountain wind blew past Han Zhonghe's ears, but the gunshot he had been expecting was slow, and beads of sweat came out from his forehead, flowing through his nose and dripping down.

"Bang!" Han Zhonghe, whose nerves were tense, almost subconsciously jumped out, and the muffled gun shot hard "bang, bang, bang...", and shot ruthless bullets at all suspicious targets.

"Swoosh!" A cold light flew from the tree. At the same time, Wu Ming threw down the rifle in his hand, jumped off, rolled on the ground, pointed his pistol at Han Zhonghe with his pistol.
Chapter completed!