The spy smirked, the fat on his face twitched happily, and the muzzle of the gun pressed against Yang Chaoran's waist: "Hey, hey, hey, I haven't seen such a cute stupid bird!" I'm knocking on the door, let's go, little brother, follow me to see Taijun! If you don't go, I'll shoot you!" ”

Yang Chaoran: "Are you sure? ”

The spy used hard and poked the muzzle of the gun at Yang Chaoran's head: "You think Lao Tzu is joking?" ”

Before the words fell, Yang Chaoran flew up, and the spy flew out with a whoosh.

Yang Chaoran picked up the spy's pistol, pinned it to his waist, and walked over to see that the spy had passed out.

"The insurance hasn't been opened, and I'm still here to scare Lao Tzu!"

Yang Chaoran looked at the back of the devil troops, turned around and picked up the agent's bicycle from the ground, held the handle with one hand, rode with swagger, and rushed to the Liangzhuang stronghold.

The devil's crusade team has too many troops to provoke itself, but it's not too good to avoid the real and attack the false, and take the opportunity to take the opportunity of the devil's stronghold!

"Stop!"

Liangzhuang stronghold, on the edge of Liangzhuang Town, there are puppet soldiers standing guard in front of the door, and there are Japanese soldiers patrolling on the turret.

Yang Chaoran got out of the car and walked to him.

Now, he changed into the clothes and hat of a spy, held his head high, and looked at the two puppet army sentries.

"Why is my brother so face-stricken? Well? The two puppet soldiers shook the old worn-out sleeve and didn't care.

They definitely didn't expect that someone would come to sneak attack, and it was still broad daylight.

They thought it was someone from the traitor team, or someone from the secret service.

Yang Chaoran put the car down: "Of course, I am from the Eighth Route Army Martial Arts Team!" ”

"You?" A puppet army sentry snorted, covered Yang Chaoran's mouth with his hand, and his face turned pale: "Scared, you are looking for death, there are still three Taijun in the stronghold, if you let the Taijun hear it, can you kid still live?" ”

Another puppet army sentry also had palpitations: "Woe comes from the mouth, you kid is too young and doesn't understand a little bit of human sophistication!" ”

Yang Chaoran said: "Two devils, Lao Tzu is really from the Eighth Route Army's martial arts team!" His name is Yang Chaoran, no, he just came from Xiaoyangzhuang! ”

The two puppet army sentries turned blue with anger, and the puppet army who covered his mouth turned away.

"Die by yourself, Lao Tzu doesn't care, wait for you to be blamed by Taijun, don't blame Lao Tzu for not reminding you." The puppet army snorted.

In this way, Yang Chaoran swaggered into the devil's stronghold!

His purpose is to destroy the devil's stronghold, seize all the weapons, ammunition, food and other materials here, burn the devil's turret, and wipe the Liangzhuang stronghold off the map!

It was like a soul in the stronghold, and no one was seen all the time.

Yang Chaoran walked around the stronghold compound, but he couldn't find anyone!

It's weird!

Walking into a turret, I heard someone talking, and walked all the way to the top, on the top of the turret, there were two puppet soldiers and a Japanese soldier, chatting with cigarettes, and the table in the middle was rattling, and the puppet army was teaching the little devil to play mahjong.

After Yang Chaoran boarded, he swaggered and sat on the vacant seat next to him.

The two puppet soldiers, a little devil, looked sideways, and it was anger.

Han Feng stretched and yawned.

A puppet army couldn't stand it anymore: "Hey, didn't your special team follow Boduo Taijun to wash Xiaoyangzhuang in blood?" How did you get back? Taijun is sitting here, why don't you bow and salute? ”

Yang Chaoran cocked Erlang's legs: "Bow? Bow to the little devil? Do you think so, this pug? ”

The reproachful expression on the puppet army's face stiffened suddenly!

The next second, he jumped up like lightning: "Bastard, what did you just say?" You repeat? ”

Yang Chaoran looked him up and down a few times, and smiled: "Bastard? Who are you talking bastard? Two devils! ”

The puppet soldier put his hand into his waist and touched the gun, but when he thought about it, he used a rifle, not a pistol, and in hesitation, he shouted loudly: "You scold Taijun for being a devil, and you scold me for being a second devil?" Good, good, very good, you kid is tired and crooked, don't blame Lao Tzu for not being emotional! ”

Another puppet soldier also lowered his face and muttered a few words to the devil over there.

The devil was angry, snapped, and pushed the mahjong on the table, his face was pale: "Baga!" Yaga! You insulted the Imperial Army? ”

The devil went to draw his saber.

Yang Chaoran sneered, stretched his body, half-tilted the chair to the back, and shook it in a chic manner: "What kind of bullshit imperial army, in the eyes of Lao Tzu, you are not even as good as locusts, locusts can still feed chickens, you pigs don't eat dogs and don't smell, you are garbage in the garbage." ”

The devil's face is completely petrified!

The two puppet soldiers also looked at each other, at a loss.

Yang Chaoran continued to shake the chair: "What are you in a daze?" Lao Tzu's description of a fact can cause such a sensation? It seems that you really haven't seen the earthly buns in the world, and you have been brainwashed by the superior villains, and you don't even know your identity attributes. Hey, little devil, and two idiots and two devils, traitors, you guys, I have more important news, would you like to hear it? ”

The devil pulled out his saber, his face began to redden, the saber had not yet crossed Yang Chaoran's body, obviously, he couldn't believe what happened today.

"Who the hell are you? Say. ”

Yang Chaoran yawned again: "I'm the authentic heir, Yang Chaoran, a member of a martial arts team under the guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army!" ”

The devil quickly looked at Yang Chaoran, whoosh, and put the saber on Yang Chaoran's neck: "Baga, you are actually the Eighth Route Army?" Impossible, you bastard, say, did you secretly drink or didn't want to live anymore, and wanted me to kill you? ”

The two puppet soldiers also glared at each other, and hurriedly made gestures: "Shh, you, bastard, are you sincere?" Is there any benefit to you impersonating the Eighth Route Army? Idiot, I really don't know how your spy captain Yuan Dengfei taught you! ”

"Still on your knees? Ask Taijun to be gracious! ”

Yang Chaoran was not afraid at all, and his face did not change: "I said this little devil, do you have a big name?" ”

The little devil could understand Chinese, and laughed cruelly: "I'm Yasuki Kikuchi, who are you?" ”

Yang Chaoran was on fire.

"Stupid, little devil, I just said, I am from the Eighth Route Army, and today, I will clean you up."

Yasui Kikuchi's hand clenched the saber, ready to cut off Yang Chaoran's neck at any time: "You say it again?" ”

Next to him, a puppet army, in his forties, hurriedly stepped forward, "Taijun, Taijun, forget it, Kikuchi Taijun, this person is drunk, he must be drunk, don't be angry!" ”

Yasuki Kikuchi has a short stature and an arrogant temperament. Angry: "It's too presumptuous, the bastard of the secret service team, he can make trouble so much, and he disobeys the military order and doesn't go to the front to fight, shame!" ”

Yang Chaoran smiled faintly: "Devil, Taijun Kikuchi, you idiot and two fools!" Lao Tzu is really the Eighth Route Army Martial Arts Team, today, I am here to kill you! ”