Chapter Seventy-Eight: Twists and Turns Dangerous Father-Son Joint

The county seat of Lin'an County. Ding Wensheng's family.

The horse widow reluctantly said, "Huh? Do you still know how to save face? Give money and you'll have face. Old Ding, let me tell you, next time you don't give money, I will smash your pot and lift your kang, no one can think better, I am not easy to bully! Let's go, Huzi, go home with my mother. The horse widow pulled the tiger out of the yard with a grunt and mutter.

Ding Wensheng followed out of the courtyard and said embarrassedly: "His aunt, I will give the money in two days, his aunt, go slowly." Huzi, I'll buy you dumplings to eat in two days. ”

Ding Wensheng looked around, closed the courtyard door, and walked back to the north room with his baggage.

Ding Tieniu asked puzzledly: "Dad, why do you still ask others to mend your clothes?" You won't make it up yourself? What kind of clothes did you mend, why did you give three oceans at once? Why did she give her money, and she was still yelling there? ”

Ding Wensheng took out a letter from his baggage, put it on the table, and said, "That money is the organization's expenses. Niuzi, this is the important information I just told you, you have to take it. ”

Ding Tieniu suddenly realized: "Huh? That's what happened. Hey, you've got you covered. I didn't expect this mission to be completed so smoothly. Dad, I'm leaving. ”

"No! It's too dangerous to go now! When it gets dark, Daddy will send you out of town. ”

Afternoon. The county seat of Lin'an County. The headquarters of the Japanese army in the Fangjia compound. Inside Nakagawa's office.

A Japanese second lieutenant walked into the office and walked over to Nakagawa, who was looking at a map.

Second Lieutenant: "Captain, an eight-way person came to you, saying that he had come to deliver a letter. ”

Nakagawa was stunned: "Huh? Did the Eighth Route Army really dare to come? How many people did they come? ”

"Captain, there's just one person here, and he doesn't bring any weapons."

"Oh? Have courage, have the guts, bring him in. With that, he picked up the saber from the table.

The second lieutenant walked to the door and waved. Two Japanese soldiers walked in with Cao Yong, the platoon commander who was tied up with flowers. Nakagawa Eiichi walked up to Cao Yong, looking up and down with a fierce gaze and a sinister expression. Suddenly, with a "huh", he pulled out his saber and put it on Cao Yong's shoulder.

"Say! Who are you? Tell me your name and troop number! ”

Cao Yong looked at Zhongchuan with contempt and said calmly: "I am Cao Yong, deputy director of the Political Department of the Eighth Route Army Supplementary Regiment, and I have come to Commander Zhongchuan to send two letters. I'm just alone, you don't need to put on this posture and get so nervous. Are you scared? Or are you trying to scare me? ”

Nakagawa Eiichi put away his saber and said in a soothing tone, "Where is the letter?" Loose. ”

The second lieutenant untied the rope on Cao Yong's body. Cao Yong took out two letters from the jacket pocket of his military uniform and handed them to Nakagawa. Nakagawa took the letter, walked to the desk, and sat down to read it.

Syllable! After reading it, Nakagawa slapped the table and stood up, shouting angrily, "Bastard! ”

Cao Yong smiled and said, "Mr. Nakagawa, you don't need to be angry, think about it, when will you exchange the captured personnel?" Please set a date, and I will go back to report the news. ”

Nakagawa said viciously: "You still want to go back?!" Now I can execute you! ”

Cao Yong stood tall, smiled lightly without fear, and said contemptuously:

"Okay, come on. If you are afraid of death, you are not the Eighth Route Army, and if you are afraid of death, you are not Chinese. I can see that you Japanese are just so capable, are you still soldiers when you kill an unarmed person? If we have the ability, we will do it with real knives and guns on the battlefield. ”

"Hahaha. Nakagawa laughed and walked over and patted Cao Yong on the shoulder and said:

"Well, you're a real soldier, and you don't blink an eye with a knife on your neck. Admire, admire. Deputy Director Cao, I will report to my superior on the matter of exchanging captured personnel on both sides, and you will stay here first, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer in a few days. I want to make friends with you, and Japan and China are friendly, so we can have a good talk. ”

Cao Yong politely refused: "I don't think it's necessary to make friends." My task is to give

You send a letter, you give me an answer, this matter should be resolved as soon as possible, there is nothing to talk about between you and me, and I am not interested in it. ”

The smile on Nakagawa's face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes glared at Cao Yong with a fierce light.

Water River Village threshing floor. "Kill!" Fang Jiren shouted, and quickly stabbed Zhang in the chest. "Ahh The onlookers couldn't help but scream when they saw this.

Platoon Commander Zhang didn't expect that the man in front of him, who was shorter and thinner than him, shot so quickly and powerfully, and stabbed straight to the point, he felt humiliated and annoyed. Platoon Commander Zhang took a few steps back, and after standing firm in his center of gravity, he began to fight back forcefully, and he stabbed several ferocious shots, all of which were skillfully and easily defused by Fang Jiren. A dizzying array of assassinations ensued, with guns and guns stuck in his heart and throat. Platoon Commander Zhang moved his feet with his gun to block left and right, dodge left and right, and tried his best to resist, but his waist and legs were kicked several times by Fang Jiren, and his shoulders and back were hit hard by the butt of the gun. The onlookers were dumbfounded.

Han Dagang whispered to a soldier beside him: "Squad Leader Zhao, you hurry up and find a few soldiers with good assassination skills to come over and help Platoon Leader Zhang, and bring them to the real guy." Just go. ”

Squad Leader Zhao asked in surprise, "Battalion commander, who is this person?" Why are you so fierce and ruthless? How can there be such a practice of assassination? It hurts. ”

Han Dagang: "Don't talk nonsense, go find someone to help, Platoon Commander Zhang can't resist." ”

Squad Leader Zhao: "Yes, I'll go right away." ”

At this time, Platoon Commander Zhang gradually could not resist Fang Jiren's sharp and rapid attack, he was sweating profusely, panting, his steps were messy, he was powerless, he was tired of coping, and he only had the ability to parry but had no power to fight back. Fang Jiren pressed forward step by step, one shot faster than another, the gun stabbed at the vital point, and from time to time he hit and kicked the platoon commander Zhang with the butt of his gun. The onlookers watched with concern as this assassination contest with completely unequal strength.

Ma Fucai, who led the 6th Company of the 2nd Battalion to train outside the village, heard that Fang Jiren was coming, so he ordered the soldiers to continue training and walked briskly to the threshing floor alone, and more than a dozen veterans of the 6th Company also spontaneously followed him to the threshing floor. When he saw that Fang Jiren was fighting with Platoon Commander Zhang for a bayonet, he smiled disdainfully. Ma Fucai looked at it for a while and said:

"Hey, do you dare to fight with our company commander with a bayonet just these two moments? Isn't this slaughtering chicks with a cattle-killing knife? If he hadn't deliberately let it, he would have fallen to the ground and finished, so what kind of assassin is this? It's a little worse than me. That's. ”

Hearing Ma Fucai's ridicule of Platoon Leader Zhang, Han Dagang couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ma Fucai, he was stunned and a little surprised, and thought to himself: It seems that he has seen this person before, but he can't remember where or when he saw it.

"Kill!" Squad leader Zhao shouted and led five soldiers with bayonets to pounce on Fang Jiren in a fan shape, and launched an attack at the same time, and suddenly the bayonets flashed and killed in a ball.

"Well, that's kind of interesting, like that." Ma Fucai muttered to himself as he watched.

In the face of the attack of seven people, Fang Jiren was not timid and calmly responded to the battle. He was agile and agile, his feet were nimble, and the rifle in his hand danced up and down, rain or shine, dazzling. At the same time, the feet, knees, and elbows are used together, there is real in the virtual, there is virtual in the real, the virtual and the real are used together, the virtual and the real are used together, the attack is defensive, the defense is attacked, the routines are varied, the tricks are precise and sharp, the moves are pointed directly at the vital point, the gun locks the soul to death, and the seven soldiers are killed together, it is difficult to solve, and the outcome is unpredictable, which makes the onlookers suffocated.

Yu Genshan: "Camp Commander Han, what kind of tricks do you think Fang Jiren is using?" ”

Han Dagang: "Commander, Fang Jiren is a master of martial arts, he added the routine of guns, sticks, sticks, knives, and swords in cold weapons to the assassination action, and used legs, feet, and elbows at the same time, virtual and real, dazzling, and if he hesitated, he would be knocked to the ground." ”

Yu Genshan said admirably: "Hey! Today I finally saw what a real bayonet is, it was really an eye-opener. ”

Han Dagang: "No. Commander, what you see is not a real fighting bayonet. Fang Jiren is demonstrating our soldiers' performances, and he is telling us how to train and lead troops in the future. Our warriors really need to learn Francis's fighting skills, which will be useful in future battles. ”

Yu Genshan: "Huh? Isn't this a real bayonet? What would it be like to really fight with a bayonet? Where is this practice bayonet, isn't this a play with life? I look at it and hang it. ”