Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

Inside one of the largest rooms in Baizhuang.

The commander of the puppet army had a complicated expression, almost twisted into a twist, and there were several empty bottles of sweet potato burning in his hand.

A few months ago, they were stationed in Baizhuang under the order of the devils. Their main job was to bully the people, and at a certain time they would cooperate with the devils who went to the countryside to collect food.

At that time, although they were foxes and tigers, they could be regarded as frightening, very majestic.

But it's different now, the wind direction in the entire northwest of Shanxi has changed.

Because of Shinozuka Yoshio's order, the devils in the stronghold did not dare to come out, so they had no backing.

Although they can still bully the people as usual, but without devils to back them up, they are afraid of being targeted by the armed forces, and they have been more peaceful during this time.

Just then, a man in an old brown coat came in panting.

Without saying a word, he picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

The commander of the puppet army shook his head vigorously, and looked at him with some astonishment.

"Old Liu, what do you say? Have you contacted Mr. Tajima?"

"We got in touch!" said the man in the coat.

"Then what did he say?" The commander of the puppet army asked quickly: "How long has it been, and they haven't responded at all."

"Whether it's the Eighth Route Army or the Jinsui Army, if there's anything to do, it's time to make a move, which makes me worry all day long."

The man in the coat sighed helplessly: "Who said it wasn't?"

"When I went to the county this morning, I saw Jinsui troops passing by in front of Baizhuang. I was so scared that they came to attack us."

"When I went to the county seat, I finally met the old devil Tian Dao and asked him when we can go back."

"In the end, the old devil said that Taicheng has now issued an order that all troops are not allowed to move out without authorization. In order to ensure that they have enough food, not only our regiment, but also other legions have been driven out by them."

"Damn it!" The head of the puppet army scolded angrily, "This grandson of Tian Dao clearly wants to kill the donkey."

"We used to do a lot of immoral things to help him, but now it's okay, and they don't care about us if the incident happens, what the hell is this?"

As he said that, the head of the puppet army raised his wine glass again, but was stopped by Lao Liu.

"Stop drinking and think of a way first. We have so many brothers counting on you to make up your mind."

The commander of the puppet army threw his arm away: "What can I do?"

"These little devils are all sons of bitches. They can change their faces faster than turning the pages of a book. If you use people to face forward, you don't need people to face back. Let's wait to fend for ourselves."

"You have a good brain. If you have any ideas, just speak up and see if you can find a way for the brothers to survive."

Hearing this, Lao Liu rolled his eyes and leaned in front of the commander of the puppet army.

"I have two ways. Not only can I save the lives of my brothers, but I might be able to eat delicious food and drink spicy food in the future. I am superior to others."

The commander of the puppet army suddenly became interested, put down his glass and looked at Lao Liu: "What method?"

After looking around, Lao Liu said, "Now the little devil is dead, why don't we go to another mountain and join the army."

"Join the army?" The commander of the puppet army was stunned: "Join what army? It's not like you don't know what we did before."

"Only our brothers, the one who has not been stained with the blood of the common people?"

"On these two points, neither the Eighth Route Army nor the Jinsui Army will want us. If we fail, we will still throw ourselves into the trap!"

Old Liu frowned: "Then the second method, let's fall into the grass."

"Anyway, we still have so many people and so many guns, as long as we grab a hill, we won't starve to death no matter what."

"If we're lucky, like Lei Zifeng from Feihuling and Zhu Ziming from Qingfengzhai, one day we'll be spotted by Wu Qianli, and then we'll not only be whitewashed, but also prosperous, and if we don't get it right, we'll be a mess The battalion commander should be right."

After Lao Liu finished speaking, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the commander of the puppet army.

"What you said is a way!"

"In that case, you should go and ask the brothers now, tell them this method, and see if they are willing to fall into the grass with us."

"If you want, we'll leave tonight. If you don't, you know what to do."

Lao Liu nodded, got up and left immediately.

But just when he opened the door and was about to go out, a puppet soldier ran in in a panic.

"Head of the regiment, it's not good, the eight roads are here!"

The commander of the puppet army was startled, and quickly stood up: "What? The Eighth Route is here?"

"How many people are here, and which army?"

Old Liu quickly said: "Commander, is there even a need to say that? The nearest Eighth Route Army unit here is Wu Qianli, who else could it be?"

The commander of the puppet army was stunned for a moment, and sat down on the chair at a loss.

He had heard of Wu Qianli's name a long time ago, especially the attack on Ping'an County two days ago, almost everyone in Northwest Shanxi knew about it.

"How can this be done!"

The head of the puppet army kept shaking his hands, as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

"If other troops come, maybe we still have a chance, but Wu Qianli is known as the God of Killing."

"It's okay to have a clean foundation, but our hands are not clean. It seems that this time there is more than good luck."

"Old Liu, think of a way!"

Lao Liu also panicked at this time, it was no secret that Wu Qianli had cavalry troops in his hands.

For those of them who only know how to eat and drink all year round, their bodies have long been hollowed out by wine and sex.

Not to mention fighting, it is impossible to escape even if you run.

"Method. Method"

Old Liu kept talking, but his eyes were darkened, and he had no thoughts at all.

"Captain, I can't help it. The opponent is five thousand miles away. Whether we are fleeing or fighting, we are not their opponents."

The commander of the puppet army almost didn't cry. He sat on the chair in a daze for a long time and then looked at Lao Liu.

"Old Liu, why don't we surrender!"

"Surrender?" Old Liu was taken aback, but then immediately nodded heavily: "Yes, surrender."

"Let's not let go, just surrender."

"The Eighth Route Army has a preferential treatment policy. As long as we surrender quickly enough, we will be fine."

"En!" The head of the puppet army nodded heavily and said, "Immediately tell the people in our regiment to put down everything they are doing and stand at the entrance of the village."

"Also, find me all the weapons, equipment and our food and put them together at the entrance of the village."

"Okay!" Lao Liu responded, then turned around and left immediately.

Looking at Lao Liu who had already left, the head of the puppet army took a deep breath, but his brows frowned even deeper.

Up to now, he had no other choice but to rely on Wu Qianli to let them survive in the face of their surrender.