Two bright bayonets instantly stabbed the thatched military uniforms in front of each other. Wang Yu and Li Yunlong looked at it clearly. The bayonet was clearly covered by the 38th Great!

And at present, the only one who can have the Japanese 38th major cover is the bandits who have attacked them!

Li Yunlong was immediately happy and shouted to the bottom of the cellar:

"Haha, I'm just going to catch you. Come out quickly and take the gun and don't kill me!"

After Li Yunlong finished speaking, the person under the cellar was silent for a moment, and then a sound rang out.

"Bah, you can come down for me if you have the ability!"

"Hey, these damn god, you won't cry until you see the coffin!"

Li Yunlong muttered, and then continued to shout:

"If you don't come out to surrender, I will give you a few grenades to try!"

Hearing this, the people under the cellar fell silent for a moment. When they heard Li Yunlong wanted to throw grenades at them, they were obviously a little scared and kept silent.

When Li Yunlong heard nothing below, he took off two grenades from the guards beside him, unscrewed the back cover, and continued to shout at the bottom:

"Then I'm going to throw it away!"

As he was talking, Wang Yu stopped Li Yunlong's actions and shouted to the cellar:

"Who are you?"

Li Yunlong looked at Wang Yu straight to the teeth and cursed:

"Damn it, I'm all holding the Japanese's 38th National Congress. Isn't it a bandit or something!"

The people under the cellar obviously heard Li Yunlong's words, and had not waited for Wang Yu to respond to Li Yunlong and cursed him first.

"Bah!"

"You are the bandits, your whole family is the bandits, and your ancestors are all the bandits in the eighteen generations!"

"Oh, you're so excited!" Li Yunlong stared at his eyes and was furious, rolled up his sleeves, and fucked the grenade.

Zhao Gang also noticed something was wrong, so he hurriedly stopped Li Yunlong and said:

"Captain Li, wait for a while, there may be a misunderstanding here!"

"Misunderstanding?" Li Yunlong glared at Zhao Gang and continued:

"You saw it just now. It was just a thrown clothes. If our soldiers went down, it would be dangerous!"

Wang Yu continued to shout tentatively to the bottom of the cellar:

"We are the Eighth Route Army, who are you?"

"Eighth Route Army? Don't fucking insult the word, you're so silly. I've seen it outside the village. Many of you are wearing the dog skin of the second Japanese! "

"Go back to the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army is your father!"

The people below cursed.

Li Yunlong was stunned for a moment and realized that the people below the relationship regarded them as second-guess, and they did not look like bandits.

Zhao Gang smiled, then cleared his throat and shouted to the bottom:

"Members, we are really the Eighth Route Army, we are the Independent Regiment of the 386th Brigade, I am the Political Commissar of the Independent Regiment, Zhao Gang!"

"Oh? It turns out it's Political Commissar Zhao!"

The person below responded, then changed his tone and cursed:

"Bah! I'm really good at pretending. There was a fool who fucked his father and scolded me just now. It was obvious that he was not a good bird!

The Eighth Route Army is civilized, I believe you!”

"If you have the ability, you will blow me all to death!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yunlong grinned, smiled and said:

"Ha, I've always been like this. Neither the brigade commander nor the boss said anything!"

Zhao Gang glared at Li Yunlong, and then continued to shout at the cellar:

"My fellow villager, we are really the Eighth Route Army. If you don't believe it, look at the military uniform below. It was taken off by our soldiers and threw it down!"

After saying that, the cellar fell into dead silence.

Zhao Gang knew that the people below were in trouble and continued to shout:

"My fellow villager, if you don't believe me, then I'll come down!"

As he said that, Zhao Gang turned around and stepped on the edge of the cellar, and stretched down half of his body.

"Hey, Political Commissar Zhao, you're desperate, what if there are bandits below..."

Li Yunlong said, grabbing Zhao Gang's arm and stopping his whereabouts.

Zhao Gang smiled and shook his head, saying:

"Captain Li, I can hear it. The people below have a special feeling for our Eighth Route Army in their words. They are definitely not pretending. I am sure they are not bandits!"

Although Li Yunlong agreed with Zhao Gang's point of view, he still grabbed Zhao Gang's arm and said:

"That's what we must do, when will it be your turn to show off your white face..."

Before Li Yunlong could finish his words, Zhao Gang tried his best and relied on the falling power to break free from Li Yunlong.

But this falling force also made Zhao Gang lose balance. He couldn't hold on and fell directly to the bottom of the cellar.

"Old Zhao!"

Li Yunlong shouted in a hurry, and then he wanted to go down too.

But before he could make any moves, Wang Yu rushed out with a quick step and entered the cellar first.

Zhao Gang sat at the bottom of the cellar, and the soil on the cellar wall was thrust straight, covering his end.

He patted the soil on his head and tried hard to open his eyes, trying to see the scene in the cellar, but due to the sudden change in light, he could not see clearly.

Immediately, Zhao Gang closed his eyes, adjusted for a moment, and opened it again.

Gradually, the scene in the cellar was fully visible.

When he saw it clearly, Zhao Gang jumped a lot.

I saw two bright bayonets sticking in front of him. As long as he had any abnormal movement, the two sharp bayonets would stab him into pieces without hesitation!

I saw that the man holding two bayonets were two middle-aged men. Although there was anger on his face, he was not ruthless. Obviously, he was not a person who was often killed and did not have that kind of fierce aura.

Looking further back, I saw that the five-meter-deep cellar was filled with people, most of them were women, children, and they were dirty and embarrassed, and many of them were covered in blood.

They all stared at Zhao Gang in panic, with hope in despair.

They hope that the man in front of them is really the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army who rescued them from the fire and fire.

The bandits killed one-third of their villagers overnight. If they hadn't arrived at the last moment, they would have all died.

That feeling of powerlessness filled everyone's heart, desperate and helpless.

This kind of eyes deeply hurt Zhao Gang. His eyes were slightly red, and he saluted the villagers and said:

"Membersman, I am the political commissar of the Independent League, Zhao Gang!"

"You are really... Eighth Route Army?"

At this moment, a weak voice sounded, and Zhang Dayou stood up tremblingly with the help of a villager and came to Zhao Gang.

His head was already swollen by the bandits, and he could not see the human appearance. He could not receive timely treatment. In addition, he was hungry and cold, so he was already weak.

Zhao Gang nodded and said, "We received a message from a beggar girl, so we rushed over without stopping!"

When Zhang Dayou heard about the flower, he immediately believed it.

Because at night, Chen Lan, who was injured, had already told him that Huaer would inform the main force to support them.

Otherwise, Zhang Dayou would leave the village at great risk, so as not to kill the bandits and fall into a doomed place again.
Chapter completed!