"Chase me, give it to me! Don't let people run away! The piercing brass whistle was mixed with a roar with a thick northeastern accent.

Sun Sixie immediately recognized the voice as coming from the man he once respected as his uncle.

"Gao Dahu, you traitor brute who has turned his back on your ancestors." Son Sixie, who was panting violently with his back against the gravel wall, struggled to pull the sleeve of the Browning 1922 pistol, and a dud bullet bounced out of the magazine, rolling and falling on the potted cement.

It seems that today I can't escape the catastrophe, and I can only fight to the death for today's plan, kill one traitor just to return to the capital, and kill two to make money. Sun Sixie had already prepared for the worst when he set off, there was a cyanide pill hidden in the collar of his shirt, Sun Sixie, who had studied chemistry at the University of Hamburg, knew the power of this poison very well, although it could not be said that there was no pain, but the dose was enough to die very quickly, and more importantly, he could save a bullet and kill one more Wang pseudo-traitor.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and it sounds very messy, and the steps are of different weights, obviously not having much military training, but it is understandable, don't expect a place like No. 76 Extreme Sifeier Road to train any elites.

"There are not a few forks in the road here, separate pursuits, I'll go this way." The voices were very close, and the enemy was at the intersection of the alleys.

"Whew..."Sun Sixie exhaled lightly, stabilized his chaotic thoughts, tightened the handle of the gun with his palm, and then turned sharply to the side.

"Ahh The pseudo-agent Wang had just rushed into the alleyway, never dreaming that someone would suddenly jump out of front of him, so he couldn't stop screaming.

The man was not trained in professional street fighting, but out of instinct, he picked up the Mauser pistol and pointed it forward.

"Phew!" A clear gunshot rang out, and the air in this narrow alleyway immediately filled the air with a pungent smell of gunsmoke. Agent Wang didn't say a word, he insisted on standing against the wall for two seconds, and then the whole person fell forward on the concrete pavement, and the muzzle of the Mauser pistol in his hand drew an arc scar on the sandstone wall, which looked like the trajectory of a falling meteor.

"Where are the gunshots?"

"Le Imi (there!) ）”

"Book that! Sanin shoots! (, who's shooting!) ）”

"Beware, Varnishe! (Beware!) Not my own people)"

"You lead someone to outflank you from there!" There was a messy shouting from outside the alleyway, but no one volunteered to rush inside.

"A bunch of eggless bastards!" Sun Sixie swooped down to pick up the dead man's Mauser pistol, and then inserted the empty Browning back into his waist, he only had an eight-round magazine left, and now he had to save some bullets.

This is a mirrored box from the original German factory, which looks like the original owner has maintained it well on a daily basis, and the roasted blue on the gun magazine reflects the charming cold light in the dim light inside.

At this time, someone looked inside from the corner of the alleyway, Sun Sixie didn't even think about it, and raised his hand to shoot it, maybe he hadn't used Mauser for a long time, and his hand was a little raw, and the shot happened to hit the corner of the wall. The bullet slammed into the gravel wall, sending out a cloud of dust and debris, and the man shrank back into his head like a woman.

"It's him, it's the Northeasterner!" The agent screamed. But then Sun Sixie heard a crisp slap.

"What do you look like in a panic, take someone to guard a few alleys here, I want this kid to plug his wings this time." The familiar voice whispered.

"Yes, Master Tiger." "It's still thoughtful and thoughtful." "Tiger Master is amazing!" The spies flattered him.

"It's Xiao San'er inside, you know who I am, and I also know your details, we don't have to beat around the bush when we talk in the Northeast..." Instead of a reckless probe, the tall tiger stood on the side of the corner and shouted loudly.

"Of course I know you, Sun Dahu! A Japanese dog. Sun Sixie squatted in the corner of the wall, pointing a gun at the entrance of the alley with one hand, and groping with the corpse with the other. Your kid's mouth is very damaged, how can you talk to your uncle! But it's really a man. I know what I've done, and I don't plan to be buried in my ancestral grave in this life. You know, that's all it has been like these days, whether it's with Chairman Wang or with the Japanese, I just want to find something to eat and find a promising future. "The tall tiger's voice is very steady.

Sun Sixie asked himself if he knew this man very well, and others seemed to be rough and arrogant, but he was actually a bold and careful wise man.

Gao Dahu had fallen grass in the early years, and the poor family only had a pair of pants, thanks to Sun Sixie's father's careful help, Gao Dahu's old mother, wife and children did not starve to death in the wind and snow. The two families can be said to have formed a lifelong friendship, and Gao Dahu's son has also become Sun Sixie's godbrother.

When Gao Dahu had news, he was already a horse bandit in the third master, because of his good physical foundation, he dared to ride a fierce horse, and his heart made a quick robbery, and he often took people and horses to rob the rich and help the poor and help the poor, and played a good name in the local green forest world.

Then Zhang Zuolin incorporated the green forest to strengthen his Northeast Army, and as a result, the big boss of the silk son led the men and horses to be recruited, and the tall tiger mixed with the cavalry platoon commander of the security team, and then returned to his hometown on horseback with guns and clothes. In order to repay the Sun family's kindness to him, Gao Dahu worshipped the master of the Sun family as his brother-in-law, and the Sun family had this backer, and it became more and more prosperous in the local area.

Unexpectedly, when the September 18 Incident broke out, the Japanese raised troops to seize the three eastern provinces, and the 300,000 Northeast Army, under the command of a certain patriotic general, gave up the place where they were born and raised. The Northeast police, as well as local militia groups and security forces, who had no time to retreat, became the backbone of the resistance to the Japanese invasion.

After receiving a large number of weapons and equipment generously donated by the Northeast Army, the Japanese Kwantung Army began a brutal sweep of various anti-Japanese armed forces outside the Guan, and in Japanese official documents, this kind of operation is called "suppressing bandits" on the grounds that these "bandits" attacked Japanese nationals, and the Japanese are actually using this method to block the possible way for the League of Nations to intervene, and they will absolutely not recognize that these Chinese who are struggling to resist are the regular armed forces of the National Government.

What is unbelievable is that the government is unwilling to give these people the status of a national soldier, and they don't even dare to grant a regular number, these patriots can only play the banner of the anti-Japanese volunteers, behind the song "March of the Volunteers", is a suffocating fact, a country that is being invaded by foreign enemies, and it is a group of armed militia that is resisting.

The Volunteers were slandered by the Japanese as bandits and bandits, so they were not protected by the Geneva Accords and could be punished and slaughtered at will. And none of the Japanese soldiers who killed these patriots were brought before an international tribunal for these crimes. In the end, it was the Soviet Red Army, which was also ruthless to its captives, that finally punished the Kwantung Army, which was also a kind of belated retribution.

Gao Dahu also fought the Japanese for a few days, but unfortunately he only had a cavalry platoon in his hand, and the plains were not at all the opponent of the Japanese sweeping troops.

The Japanese probably wanted to set an example, so they didn't embarrass him too much, but let him continue to be the commander of this cavalry platoon, but changed into the khaki military uniform of the Manchukuo puppet army.

Gao Dahu also knew that the food of the traitors outside the Guanwai was not delicious, and he didn't want to attack his former friends, so he took out a large amount of savings to dredge up and down, and was finally introduced to Wang's puppet government by the Japanese. I don't know how this person ended up in the Seventy-sixth Demon Cave, it seems that he should still go the way of the Japanese.

Sun Sixie never dreamed that he would meet this man who he used to call his uncle on the streets of Shanghai, and at this time the other party was no longer the green forest hero he admired, but a shameless traitor who betrayed the country and sought glory.

PS: The second chapter is sent, thank you for your support.

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