The explosion of a grenade was not very powerful, and the shrapnel from the explosion hit six or seven puppet soldiers, and screams rang out.

But before the screams of the injured puppet soldiers were completely shouted, they were stopped.

The pungent smell that quickly filled the air rushed into their lungs, first a violent cough, then a suffocating pain that quickly covered their entire chest.

The puppet soldiers fell down one by one like straw swept by a sickle, curled up in a ball.

Seeing this scene, Ding Fu did not hesitate at all, turned around and ran towards the outside of the courtyard.

Just as he was about to rush out of the gate, a bayonet flashed with cold light, and in the next second, it penetrated Ding Fu's neck.

Ding Fu's body shook for a moment, but he didn't seem to notice that there was an extra bayonet on his neck, and his speed did not decrease at all, and he rushed straight out of the gate.

Xu Zhi squinted his eyes and looked at Song Wen beside him, and said teasingly:

"What kind of kung fu are you? Looking at the thunder and lightning, in fact, the fart is so big that it can't rain a little, people don't have anything to do, and you put a bayonet on it for nothing. ”

Song Wen's gaze glanced lightly at Xu Zhi's face and ignored him.

Xu Zhi didn't feel embarrassed, and casually broke off a branch from the bushes in front of him, and pulled out a strand of flesh from between his teeth.

I was about to vomit on the ground, but after thinking about it, I chewed it twice and swallowed it into my stomach.

Deng Jiamin heard the explosion and was about to send someone in to check it, when he saw a figure rushing out of the gate.

When he saw that the person who came was Ding Fu, he also saw the bayonet stuck in Ding Fu's neck.

Deng Jiamin's face changed suddenly, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

Ding Fu stopped in front of him, his face pale and nervous.

He wanted to tell Deng Jiamin about the situation in the courtyard, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out.

The bayonet went left in and out of the right, completely severing the arteries and trachea on both sides of the neck.

Ding Funeng insisted on running out, mainly because of the strong fear in his heart, and secondly, because the bayonet penetrated his neck too quickly.

In addition to the blood that kept spilling from his mouth, there was also a large amount of blood that had accumulated under the flesh of Ding Fu's neck gushing out along the blood groove of the bayonet blade.

But even so, his neck was visibly thickened by the blood.

Ding Fu didn't feel the pain in his neck until this time, and subconsciously touched it, his eyes widened suddenly, and the expression on his face was instantly covered with despair.

Seeing Ding Fu's body fall softly, Deng Jiamin looked up at the dark courtyard of Cai's mansion, his Adam's apple moved involuntarily, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

At this time, there were only two guards and one herald left by his side, all of whom were pale with fright, and their bodies trembled slightly.

The herald took half a step forward with difficulty, carefully avoiding Ding Fu's corpse, and asked in an astringent voice:

"Battalion...... Battalion commander, what should we do now? ”

This sentence stopped Deng Jiamin at once.

yes, what to do?

Ding Fu who ran out is dead, and the fate of those people inside can be imagined.

The failure of the mission is a foregone conclusion, and Deng Jiamin has no way out.

Whether it is entering the customs or going back to find Zhang Haipeng, what awaits him is a bullet.

Or even a more tragic and painful death.

If he wants to live, he can only choose to go incognito and hide everywhere.

Deng Jiamin didn't know what he could do other than lead troops to fight, but he clearly knew that he didn't want to die.

After a short period of distraction, Deng Jiamin gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"Let's go! Out of town! ”

After saying that, he ran out of the city with the only three remaining subordinates around him.

For the sake of safety, the four Deng Jiamin did not go through the city gate, but chose to escape from Ningcheng through an exit from the broken city wall.

But before the foot that stepped out could stand firm, a gunshot suddenly rang out not far ahead.

Deng Jiamin only felt that the leg that was about to land was smashed hard, and his body suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The three puppet soldiers who followed behind Deng Jiamin were frightened, and they directly squatted down with their heads in their hands, shouting in their mouths:

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! We surrender! Surrender! ”

Not far ahead, Zhou He handed the rifle in his hand into the hand of the soldier next to him, got up and pulled out the pistol in his waist, and walked towards Deng Jiamin who was lying on the ground.

Behind him, more than a dozen soldiers of the second company immediately followed and stood up from the ground, quickly rushed to the front of Zhou He, and put their guns on the four Deng Jiamin.

Deng Jiamin reached out and touched his waist while falling to the ground, and then gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice:

"Sketched little devil!"

The reason why he scolded like this had nothing to do with the various evil deeds of the Japanese, but because the Browning pistol was taken away by the Japanese captain who surrendered when he surrendered.

Deng Jiamin is a good-looking person, so naturally he can't put a shell gun on his waist, it would be too cheap.

After Xiao Zhang chose to change banners in the Northeast, some soldiers of the Northeast Army still wore the original blue uniforms, but changed the style of cockades and epaulettes.

However, Deng Jiamin felt that the military uniforms of the Central Army looked good, so he tried his best to change the standard military uniforms of the Central Army for the soldiers in the whole battalion, and asked someone to get a woolen officer uniform to wear on himself.

Naturally, such a person would not carry the kind of shell gun that even bandits often pinned to their waists.

At the moment of falling to the ground, Deng Jiamin realized that his death time had come, so he wanted to pull a few cushions on his back, even if it was one.

But he didn't have a gun.

The two soldiers grabbed Deng Jiamin's clothes and lifted him from the ground, and pushed him in front of Zhou He with their arms.

Zhou He's gaze swept over Deng Jiamin, and he immediately smiled:

"I didn't expect it, I was going to have dates and no dates to hit a pole, who wanted to have a drought year after year, and lifted out Wang Bajing in the mud, tsk, tsk, major, the military rank is not low!"

As he spoke, Zhou He said to the two warriors Nunu who were holding Deng Jiamin:

"The clothes are stripped, ask our battalion commander if he wants it later, if he doesn't want it, keep it for Hao Dabao, that kid loves to be a fool, this thing must be rare!"

Deng Jiamin was just about to struggle, and the injured retreat was kicked by someone, and he screamed in pain and almost fainted.

Seeing the military rank on Deng Jiamin's shoulder, Zhou He's heart that had been hanging suddenly fell, otherwise how could he be in the mood to let people pick up Deng Jiamin's clothes?

Zhou He arrived with three and a half hours ago, but he only heard sporadic gunshots coming from the city, so he did not enter the city immediately, but sent a few people to the city to inquire about the situation, and the rest of the people quickly dispersed and guarded the two city gates and the place where the city wall had collapsed.

Unexpectedly, he had just led someone to squat here for less than five minutes when he bumped into such a fat rabbit.