Xie Yucheng stopped his horse while looking at the fortifications made of bags of grain, and nodded with satisfaction, "You guys are very good." Where did the mandrills go? Get him out to me! ”

As soon as the words fell, Shanxiao's loud voice sounded under the eaves of a shop on the side: "Commander Xie, I'm here." ”

When I heard the sound, I saw that the rice shop at the intersection had already been smashed open by them. Now, Mandrill is pulling bags of marijuana out of the store with a few thorns, commanding seven or eight men.

"Hey, you two, hurry up, hurry up, haven't you eaten? Don't have any energy? ”

Qiao Feiyan saw the fortifications in the center of the street, felt that the mandrill was thick and fine, and her heart was happy, so she wanted to praise him in front of Xie Yucheng, so as to change the impression of the mandrill in Xie Yucheng's mind.

Of course, this is a delicate thing that has to be done with the trend.

Thinking of this, she cautiously glanced at Xie Yucheng, and saw that his face was as calm as water, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of fortification.

At this moment, a touch of morning light hit his cheek, shining brightly.

She couldn't help but admire it in her heart, and she was a little unwilling, seeing that the mandrill was still letting people carry a steady stream of food out at this time, she thought that he wanted to build the fortifications more solidly, so she lost no time in quipping:

"Brother Shan, isn't this fortification ready, what are you doing when you bring out the grain?"

"Hey," the bear-like mandrill came out from under the eaves, smiled, came to the two horses, and patted the rice dust on his hands.

"Ha, sister, a few more bases, if you really fight, you can also hide a few more people......"

The mandrill looked up into the distance, then turned around, spread out his hands, and motioned to Qiao Feiyan to look at the fortifications and bags of grain that had been built in the middle of the street, his eyes flashed, and he looked extremely excited.

"Oh, sister, our commander Xie is really clever, look, as soon as our sack is placed, the butcher of the son of a bitch is here...... How's that over there? Can you stand it? Don't worry, I'll leave this intersection to me. Just now, the third brother and the jade palm plate knocked out a company at once. My mandrill can't compare to the two of them, but I can definitely beat him Luo Butcher crying Daddy, oh no, I'm going to catch that Luo Butcher and tie his family together, damn. Feng Shui takes turns, and today, it should also be our turn to be majestic. ”

As he spoke, he geared up and eagerly wanted to try.

When Qiao Feiyan heard this, she quickly glanced at the people around her, and saw a smile on Xie Yucheng's face, and praised loudly:

"Well said, Brother Shan! What we want is this spirit. As the saying goes, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, that Luo butcher has done a lot of evil, if he knows each other today, if he doesn't know each other, he dares to come nonsense. Discipline him for not being able to eat and walk around! ”

He laughed, praised Shanxiao, and then changed his words and said, "However, Brother Shan, the most important thing for us now is to send the sheep and supplies back to the cottage." Are you right? ”

The "......" mandrill was originally ordered to stick to this crossroads. At this time, after listening to Xie Yucheng's words and knowing that things had changed, he couldn't help but look up at Qiao Feiyan, and saw her big smart eyes, only looking forward to Commander Xie's face, and was shocked in his heart: "Is the sixteenth sister eighteen or nineteen this year?" If you want to put aside ordinary people and get married early...... Alas, these days go by so fucking fast...... Alas, since being targeted by the bitch Luo butcher, everyone has been beaten hard, and it has only just improved in the past two days. ”

Thinking of this, he turned to Xie Yucheng, and a smile squeezed out of his hairy face, which was more ugly than crying, "Commander Xie, just speak, we will all listen to you." ”

"Good. Brother Shan. Xie Yucheng smiled, and then pointed to the southwest of the village, "There is a group of people in the Jingwei Regiment who want to copy our retreat. We are fast, so we will go over to block them first, you take a few of your people to help Brother Jiu, and take away the Yanghu hostages and carriages and horses together, the situation is urgent, and the action must be fast. We'll cover you first. As long as the hostages are in hand, no matter how big the posture of the Luo butcher is, he still has to listen to us in the end. ”

After the mandrill nodded and said that he understood, Xie Yucheng drove his horse and led the crowd straight to the west of the village.

"Brother Shan, let's go over first, you come quickly." Qiao Feiyan also hurriedly beat her horse to follow.

The mandrill turned around, waved to the brothers, and said, "Brothers, follow me." ”

When he turned around, he almost collided with a person next to him, and when he looked closely, it was a guy who was carrying a grain bag with someone. At that moment, he glared angrily, raised a kick, kicked the guy down, and yelled, "Lao Tzu is leaving, you still raise a fart?" ”

The guy had severe pain in his leg bones, and with a scream, he collapsed to the ground with a sack.

"You...... Ahh Again, Lao Tzu kicked you to death. If he wanted to put it aside, Mandrill was going to kick this guy half to death, but he didn't have time today, so he skipped over this guy and threw down a sentence, "Lao Tzu doesn't have time to kick you, you can kick it yourself." Then, leading a few thorns, hurried to the west of the village.

The gunfire was incessant, sometimes accompanied by bursts of screams.

On the loess road to the west, large cars are crowded. When the hostages of the Locke family saw that the Jingwei Regiment was coming, they all became gentle, leisurely, as if they were strolling leisurely...... There were a lot of people in the Jingwei Regiment, and the black and black people were crowded and lined up in a line, from the foot of this side of the field to the foot of the other side of the field, forming a blockade chain, and pushing them in unison.

Seeing that this chain was getting closer and closer to the blacksmith, the sound of Ying Qiqi's gun platoon suddenly sounded in the north of the village, and a burst of screams rang out, and after a while, the Hanyang Zao of the Jingwei Regiment fought back.

The two sides went back and forth, and after about half a minute, Ying Qiqi's gunfire stopped first, because the members of the Jingwei Regiment were all lying on their stomachs one by one.

Soon, the rifles of the Jingwei Regiment also stopped, and only the Czech ones were still screaming.

It turned out that after a short exchange of fire, the regiments of the Jingwei Regiment were embarrassed to find that in less than a minute of the exchange of fire, their side suffered seven or eight casualties, and they were wailing all over the field for a while.

At a distance of nearly 200 meters, the Hanyang-made in his hands is not accurate at all. The other side seemed to be using a new machine gun, the sound was short and powerful, and the bullets were fast and accurate.

On the side of the Jingwei Regiment, only the Czech range rate of fire can compete with the opponent.

But after a while, Lieutenant Colonel Tan asked the Czech style to stop as well.

Because, the other party leaned on the courtyard wall of the house in the village, and it was difficult to even see the figure, let alone aim and shoot.

The exchange of fire on the north side of the village eerily stopped, and a silent standoff ensued.

On the field west of the village, Commissioner Yuan Yang Yuan took his own guards as the main force, integrated seventy or eighty people, and brought a Czech style, and quickly touched it from the forest at the foot of the ridge.

Yuan Yang felt that today's opponent was not at all like a rabble who were kings of the mountain.

It is about six or seven hundred meters away from the loess road in the west of the village, and the people and horses of Jieyunzhai are still unaware, and even the speed of the carriages and horses has not changed in the slightest.

Seeing that the sneak attack was about to succeed, Commissioner Yuan was overjoyed and immediately ordered his subordinates to speed up.

At this moment, suddenly smoke and dust rose from the main road to the west of the village, and a group of cavalry galloped out of the village and ran towards a lonely saddle-shaped hill to the west of the village.

The surprise in Yuan Yang's heart became even stronger.

Because, that Ma'anshan is also the target he has a distant eye.

This saddle-shaped hill, standing in the open space at the corner of the canyon, firmly chokes the road to the west, like a military fortress.

Obviously, as long as you occupy that vantage point and set up a machine gun or two, you can overlook a large open area around you.

Yuan Yang wanted to order his subordinates to speed up and start a fight with the other party.

However, the other side was cavalry, and they were galloping along the main road, and their own side was full of infantry, and they felt their way through the rice fields and wastelands at the foot of the ridge.

The speed of the two sides is completely incomparable.

Since he knew that he couldn't grab it, Yuan Yang decided to keep his subordinates hidden.

Behind a grove, he raised his hand to stop the marching group and let them rest in place. With two relatives with him, he touched a grave bag, took out his binoculars, and observed them carefully.

Adjusting the focus, the lens barrel was aimed at the galloping cavalry.

After just one glance, Yuan Yang was taken aback.

I saw a tall horse in the barrel of the glass, and the knights were all dressed in civilian clothes, and the most surprising thing was their equipment.

At the head were a pair of young men and women, both of whom were wearing German MP18 or higher Bergman models, followed by a Czech, and the rest of the knights were either armed with carbines or German MP Bergman submachine guns.