Chapter 395

Whenever these scums employed by the Japanese were preparing to cause a panic murder, they were discovered by the vigilant militia in time. The week-long training had begun to show results. The masses knew how to protect themselves and prevent people with ulterior motives from taking action. During this period, only a few people were attacked and injured and had small-scale firefights encountered by patrol soldiers. This group of people in the martial arts world were extremely cunning and were about to leave, leaving no chance to encircle and eliminate the 12th District Team. The two sides were stalemate.

In the dark wilderness, the evening breeze with the remaining heat of the day blew through the weed wilderness. A lonely abandoned house was located in the deserted mountains and wilderness. It was only severely weathered on the ground, and the words "Tu□ Temple" were vaguely left on the incomplete stone slabs. As for which Mao God was offered, it is unverified.

The group hurriedly pulled the weeds from a tall weed. When they saw the ruined temple, they seemed to have discovered some Feng Shui treasure land. They took two steps at a time, kicked open the half-turned temple gate and broke into the ruined temple. Inside and outside the temple, regardless of the dirty weeds on the ground, they sat down or leaned against the wall and gasped heavily, and seemed to be extremely tired.

A faint light of fire was lit in the ruined temple that was already shaking and air-wrapped on all sides. Four or five people surrounded the fire with faint light, crowding in the room.

"Damn, I've had enough of this dog days." One of them threw a stem of grass pulled from the ground into the fire. There were a few light crackling sounds, and the stem of grass flashed, and the stem of grass turned into a few smoke.

"I've had enough. Daming's bones are not cold. The one named Li's death is really hard to relieve my hatred." As he spoke, three shiny steel forks were stuck heavily beside the fire. Mo Wudi looked much older than the night attacking horse and turning back to the base. He has been running around for the past few days and sleeping in the open. Everyone is in a mess.

"A little bit of tolerance will cause a big plan. Everyone should eat something first. Whether it is revenge or the next step of action, we need to make a long-term plan. Black Wolf, divide the food." Old Chen calmly asked the young man named Black Wolf to accompany him to distribute a basket of food delivered by the receptionist. Black Wolf's gunshot wounds have healed a lot. Although he was hit on his shoulder, it did not affect his movements.

The crispy, shiny, big meat and crude local wine immediately attracted everyone's attention, and all the fatigue was temporarily put aside. After a few people in the temple divided a few pieces of food, the people outside the temple snatched the food in the basket and snatched it away.

The young man named Black Wolf gnawed a fat braised pig's trotter in his hand, and bit off a piece of the leather and flesh, chewed it hard, muttering: "The Japanese money is not that easy to get. This life is really not something that humans live. I almost lost my life."

"Hmph! After this ticket, as long as we have the life to survive, it will be enough for us to eat and spend our whole life!" Another young man in the house bit a piece of beef interface, and said, "The Japanese can afford the price in the next half of their lives. The gold bars are big. Where can I find this opportunity? Hey, hey, the Japanese woman's figure is so white and tender! Hey, I really want to sleep for another night." The expression on her face was obviously full and warm and lustful. It seems that the Japanese have invested a lot in order to win over these scums in the world.

"As long as anyone can afford the price, we will do it for anyone. We have good martial arts and sell it to the imperial family. Now that the Japanese are in power, the Japanese will take over the world in the future. Those of us who are also founding heroes can still go sideways. We have money, power, and beauties. Humph, my disciple's death cannot be in vain. No matter how you say it, you should make the Japanese get more blood." The patrol yak who kept avenging his disciples rolled his triangle eyes, and he didn't know what it was like to beat him. The hard little yellow croaker in his arms made him feel much better.

"Yes, Lao Mo, it's right to think about it this way. A real man can bend and stretch, endure a moment of energy, and enjoy a lifetime of blessings. People will die for personal wealth and birds die for food. As long as they keep a useful body, they won't get anything." Old man Chen seemed to untie Mo Wudi, so he took out some tobacco leaves and lit a tobacco pot.

When the people in the temple were talking, the people in the world around them were touching the bulging money bags in their arms, and they seemed to take a calming medicine in their hearts. As long as they were alive, there was not a lot of money.

In the office of the captain of the county brigade in Renqiu County, Captain Nio Ono, Oh no, he should be called the captain. He was transferred from the Northeast Kwantung Army to the stronghold in Jidong, and he thought he would never have a chance to stand out until he died in the place where the guerrillas and the Eighth Route Army appeared. He thought that because of the extreme danger here, a large number of Japanese officers were injured and killed in the battle, which made Nio Ono Ono.

When the former captain was launched by the Eighth Route Army to attack the county town, a stray bullet penetrated his head directly. He wanted to select from the local Japanese troops, but several people were to be determined, but they were killed by the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas before they could take office, resulting in the position of the captain being suspended for a long time. In the end, the Japanese command of North China found that there were no decent Japanese officers in the stronghold near Renqiu County, and other areas were also in a tight war. When the officers could not be drawn out, they found that there was a squadron leader in the stronghold that happened to be the Kwantung Army.

He also had the experience of bringing 5,000 soldiers to sweep. Although the five thousand troops were actually a mob pieced together from various base areas, from a bunch of small team leaders, squadron leaders and squadron leaders who were like buckets, and picked up a tall man from the Kwantung Army with a slightly higher military quality as a temporary commander, leading a large number of tofus to cooperate with the main force to sweep the countryside. This short experience of leading the large-scale personnel made squadrons and Niuo Ono pick up a big advantage, and the position of squadron leader fell on him.

Ono Nio, who was on the way, dared not take the lead and died like his previous one. The new official made three fuses, which means that the entire Renqiu County was re-adjusted and the vicinity of Renqiu County was cleared. The position of brigade captain was no better than the previous squadron leader. It was definitely the focus of the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas. Life and death were related to his own life. Ono Nio was particularly serious and only thought that he could live until the day the Imperial Army occupied the entire China and eliminated all the rebellious forces.

Nio Ono, who was almost sickly, was not relieved. He always wanted to eliminate all factors such as the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas that threatened him. He did not dare to organize his subordinates to go directly to the countryside to sweep, because there are many examples that prove that the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas, who are used to playing the role of playing in the east and the west, often launch a fatal attack while taking advantage of the emptiness of the Japanese and puppet troops' nests.

Nio Ono followed the advice of the personnel from the 1417th Army's spy brigade, and used China to control China. In response to the combat characteristics of the 12th District Team of the Eighth Route Army, the most famous Eighth Route Army, in the nearby area, he hired a group of Chinese people in the martial arts world with a lot of money to create bloody crimes in the Eighth Route Army's base area, which caused panic and caused the people to distrust the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas due to insecurity, and to distract from the unity of the Eighth Route Army and the masses. The effect was very good at the beginning, which allowed Nio Ono to sleep with a rare and stable sleep.

"Mr. Duan, what are the current situations of those people in the world?!" Ono Nio asked his spy chief Duan Guishan twice every day.

"Report to Taijun Ono, those gangsters attacked the base of the 12th District Team of the Eighth Route Army once, and almost killed several leaders of the 12th District Team." Duan Guishan had just obtained news from the Eighth Route Army base, and changed the answer to normal and normal things or act according to the plan.

"Where (what)?" Ono Nio was like taking a stimulant. He immediately stood up from the leather chair behind his desk, walked around the desk and walked straight to Duan Guishan. The news shocked him so much. The 12th District Team was simply the strongest Eighth Route Army unit in the nearby area. Even Ono Nio dared not let his brigade fight with the 12th District Team head-on. This equipment is not inferior to the regular Japanese army. The Eighth Route Army, which is not inferior to the regular Japanese army, is simply a thorn in the eyes of Ono Nio's eyes and a thorn in the flesh. When he was a squadron leader at a small stronghold next to the highway outside Baoding County, the 12th District Team's perfect literary and military battle almost made him frightened. Not only did the puppet army run away, but even the Japanese soldiers defected.

"How is the situation? Have you killed all the leaders of the 12th District Team?!" Hearing this exciting news, Nio Ono grabbed the shoulders of the spy leader Duan Guishan and asked anxiously.

Duan Guishan frowned. The captain Ono Nioyu seemed to be normal, and his hands were quite strong. His fingers were almost embedded in the muscles on both shoulders, making him secretly pumping the air conditioner.

"I'm sorry, Taijun Ono, they failed, but they killed and injured several people. Only one of the leaders was seriously injured and more than 100 soldiers from the 12th District Team." The information Duan Guishan received was also exaggerated in layers of battle.

Hearing that only injured more than a hundred soldiers from the 12th District Team, Nio Ono let go of his hand, his face was gloomy, "How are those people in the jianghu?! Have they been eliminated by the 12th District Team?"

"After all, these people in the martial arts world are still a little capable. Only a few died, and all the others escaped. However, their situation seemed to be a little bad. They were driven away by the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas. After two days, they sent a message again, saying that it was too dangerous and needed a price increase, and that the dead people would also have to pay additional settlement fees." Duan Guishan said carefully.
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