Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

After receiving the order, Guo Xia immediately called several squad leaders together.

"Tie up those little devils for me."

Several squad leaders looked at each other.

Don’t they know what this is for?

"Platoon leader, are you telling us to tie up the Imperial Army, oh no, the Japanese? Did I hear you right?"

"You heard me right. Don't ask why. Just do it now."

As Guo Xia spoke, he took out the pistol from his waist.

Those squad leaders also understood that if they disobeyed orders, they might be subject to military law.

"Yes."

Several squad leaders called on their men to tie up the eight Japanese devils.

These Japanese soldiers, who had no physical problems, were still screaming when they were tied up.

Guo Xia thought one of them made too much noise, so he shot him dead.

At this time, all the puppet soldiers present knew what had happened.

The puppet soldiers who knew each other gathered together and communicated with their eye contact.

The effect of this shot was obvious.

The remaining Japanese soldiers stopped making noise for the time being.

Even the puppet army's kidnapping speed has increased a lot.

"Captain, it's already been tied up."

"Well, let them aim their guns at the injured Japanese soldiers."

He Daqing wanted to drag all these puppet troops into the water.

Leave them no way out.

Guo Xia didn't hesitate at all.

"Everyone, raise your guns and aim at the wounded Japanese soldiers."

Some soldiers heard the order and immediately executed it without thinking, with a hint of excitement in their eyes.

Some soldiers were a little confused. They looked at Guo Xia, then at others, and then raised their guns hesitantly.

Another part of them directly said to Guo Xia

"Platoon leader, are you going to rebel? The Japanese won't let us go. We have food and drink now, why are you doing this?"

"boom"

Before the man could finish his words, He Daqing shot him dead.

“Let me tell you, we have been surrounded by the Eighth Route Army and it is impossible for us to return to Peking.

Even if we go back, we will be severely beaten by the Japanese.

You also saw on the road that a squadron of Japanese devils was wiped out just like that.

Do you think the Japanese will let us go?

If you don't want to be wiped out by the Eighth Route Army, you have to show your sincerity. What is sincerity? It's the heads of the Japanese devils.

Today, you must hand in your pledge of allegiance whether you want to or not."

The puppet soldiers who had wanted to say a few words now lowered their heads and raised their guns without saying a word.

"Listen to my command, release"

"Bang, bang, bang"

"put"

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

"put"

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

After firing three rounds of gunfire, the wounded Japanese soldiers were finally freed from their suffering.

“I know that some of you have raised your guns deliberately, but I tell you, this little trick is useless.

The Japanese won't care whether you raise your gun or not.

They must have identified you guys and shot their soldiers.

Now let’s clean up the scene and think about the next steps.

In the evening, our company will hold a collective meeting. If you are willing to leave, I will give you resettlement money. If you are willing to stay, we will fight the Japanese together.

I can guarantee that killing one devil will earn you 10 dollars, including the ones you just killed.

Count the number of devils, and when the money is distributed in the evening, you will divide it equally among the people."

As soon as He Daqing said that they would give 10 yuan for killing a Japanese soldier, these people came back to life immediately.

He was quite reluctant when he fired the gun just now, as if he was forced into a desperate situation.

At this time, people began to compete for credit.

"I just killed at least two people. Both of my shots hit their heads."

"Come on, I saw the position of your gun muzzle, and it went up into the sky, so I shot it in the stomach. At least I am one of them."

He Daqingqing completely saw through the true colors of these bastards.

Only recognize money.

"Guo Xia, take them and sort out all these weapons and equipment.

By the way, dig a hole and bury the Japanese.

Then I encouraged these people and told them that the Japanese would not be around for a few days and there was no point in working for them now. "

After He Daqing gave instructions to Guo Xia, he found Wang Gang.

Wang Gang's subordinates are basically useless.

It’s not that these people don’t have the ambition, they just don’t have the ability.

The people under Guo Xia might be very capable of fighting if they are paid properly.

Even if you give mechas to Wang Gang's men, they cannot defeat the natives holding wooden spears.

What He Daqing fears most is that some of these people might escape.

If we run back to the city and tell others what happened here, we will be in trouble.

"Wang Gang, keep an eye on those people. Don't ask them to do anything, just don't fill me up."

Just when He Daqing and his men were dealing with the remaining Japanese devils, Liu Yong also brought a few of his men to the old man's house.

It was a large courtyard with at least twenty or thirty people living in it.

"What are you doing? Don't you know where this is? How can you force your way in?"

"Fuck you"

Liu Yong kicked the servant at the door aside.

Then continue walking inside.

"Master, Master, these soldiers are forcing their way in, Master"

He didn't dare to go forward and could only shout from behind.

After Guo Yong entered, he searched every room.

Searching and shouting

"Taijun, Taijun, something happened, we were attacked."

It took only about ten minutes from the time the explosion sounded to the time Liu Yong arrived here.

After being awakened by the sound of grenades, the squadron leader waited for news.

Later, the sound of grenades faded, and the sound of machine guns rang out again.

But it soon stopped again.

So he thought that this should be a small group of Eighth Route Army harassing the camp and then being beaten back.

So he sent his guards back to the camp to see what was going on.

Now hearing the voices of Liu Yong and the others, he naturally thought that Liu Yong, the puppet soldier, was looking for him to take charge of the situation.

So he straightened his clothes and walked out of the house leisurely.

"Don't shout. What will you be punished for disturbing the host?"

"Hmm? You little devil, you're still quibbling with me. What crime should you be punished for?"

Liu Yong didn't even give the squadron leader time to react and slapped him twice.

He has been holding a grudge ever since he was beaten last time.

Maybe slapping someone in the face is nothing to the Japanese.

After all, which Japanese soldier has not been beaten by his superior? Once you get used to it, you won't care about it anymore.

But the Chinese can't stand this. They say don't hit people in the face and don't expose their weaknesses when scolding them.

If you slap someone, they will hate you for the rest of their life.

This kind of insult will definitely be retaliated if there is a chance.

This is Liu Yong’s situation now.

In front of his subordinates, he slapped the squadron leader in the face.

Liu Yong's fighting power almost crushes the squadron leader.

He stood there without any ability to resist and was beaten like a top.

My brain was turned into a paste.

"What's going on? How dare this Imperial Army soldier hit me? Does he want to die? Ouch, it hurts."