"Captain, shall we fight? If we don't make a move, we won't even be able to drink the soup. Xie Erxi, who was wearing a grass ring on his head and hiding behind the ditch, whispered in Wang Hai's ear and kept chattering, and after getting Wang Hai's warning eyes, Xie Erxi slowly retreated to the position that originally belonged to him. It's not that Wang Hai doesn't want to fight, but the devil soldiers who transported grain mentioned in the intelligence have already exchanged fire with others, and although the number of troops intercepting these devil soldiers is not large, they have the upper hand and suppressed the devil soldiers, and it is not his Wang Hai's character to rob others of their credit, not to mention that Wang Hai still doesn't know whether these people are friends or foes.

There were only more than 40 guerrillas in Dashi Village, except for Xie Erxi, who was chattering and shooting, all the guerrillas, including Wang Hai, were stunned by the battle under the ditch, they never thought that the original ambush of the devil soldiers could be like this. This group of people who intercepted the Japanese army transporting grain looked like there were only about ten, and there were more than 20 Japanese troops transporting grain plus the Imperial Allied Army, and Wang Hai never dared to do such an ambush with a huge disparity in strength, but the 10 black-clothed men under the ditch did it, and they were the one who had the upper hand.

The Japanese light machine gun fired only one point before it was dumbfounded, and counting the Japanese soldier who was shot in the head, there were no less than 6 corpses lying around the light machine gun. The machine guns on both sides are almost the targets that both sides need to focus on, but at the moment this scene is somewhat weird, according to the order to pick up the machine guns and shoot the Japanese soldiers were shot without hearing the gunshots and fell to the ground, and the Japanese soldiers who were shot have one thing in common, they were shot in the head, it seems that the steel helmets on the heads of the Japanese soldiers are too fragile.

The people in black don't seem to be in a hurry to shoot the Japanese puppet army of the grain transportation team, their gunfire has always been a moment, but every time the gun sounds, there will always be a Japanese soldier or the Imperial Cooperative Army who is shot. "Baga, you cowards, come out, come out, we will fight in a dignified manner." The Japanese second lieutenant who commanded the grain transportation team was furious, he and his soldiers were now completely the guinea pigs of the other party's teasing, and the dignity of the imperial officer stimulated his nerves, and despite the obstruction of the soldiers around him, the second lieutenant with the command knife got up and invited to fight.

"Bang" A dull gunshot, which was worse than that of a Japanese-style 38 rifle, sounded, and his body fell backwards like a Japanese second lieutenant who had been hit by a heavy object. Unlike the Japanese machine gunners who were shot, it may have been that the opposing gunners recognized his courage, and the bullet that hit him did not hit him in the head, but passed through his heart, at least allowing him to save his face as an officer. The death of the officer leading the team was like a fuse that burst the courage of the remaining Japanese soldiers, and in the midst of the chanting of the board, the remaining Japanese soldiers of the grain transport team rushed onto the road with rifles.

Pulling the bolt and lifting the bullet in the chamber, several Japanese soldiers who rushed onto the road formed a circle back to back, and those who had fought with the Japanese knew that this was the Japanese army planning to fight bayonets. Every Japanese man has a samurai dream in his heart since he was a child, and so did the Japanese soldiers who were stationed in China, and their obsession with bushido was even higher than their own lives. Being able to die at the hands of an opponent who is stronger than oneself is the ultimate way in the spirit of bushido, especially dying in a bayonet duel, which allows them to preserve their dignity as samurai.

The Japanese army invited to fight, but the black-clothed men who intercepted them did not seem to buy it, and after a few gunshots, there were only 9 Imperial Allied troops kneeling and begging for mercy and a few carts pulling grain on the road scattered with grain. From the beginning of the volley to the end of the battle, this group of black-clothed men who dared to intercept the Japanese army's grain transport team had never had close contact with the Japanese puppet army, and under Wang Hai's gaze, they used the ten 38 rifles in their hands to dominate the whole battle, and this way of fighting opened Wang Hai's eyes.

"Hey, friends above, I've finished watching this drama, isn't it time to show up a plate for us to see." Guarding the unarmed Imperial Alliance Army cleaning up the battlefield, the man in the leader of the men in black shouted at the ditch where Wang Hai and they were hiding. It turned out that the people knew that their group was here, and Wang Hai, who didn't know whether the other party was friend or foe, planned to wait for the black-clothed people below to leave before quietly retreating to the village, but now that they have found out about this matter, it seems that their group is a little petty if they hide it.

"You are local guerrillas? CCP or Nationalist? The leading man in black saw some suspicions from Wang Hai's messy gun patterns, bandits would not come to battle with big guns, but there were still people in Wang Hai's guerrillas carrying Zhongzheng rifles.

"Who are you? We are the guerrilla brigade of the Jidong Division of the Eighth Route Army, who are you? Xie Erxi was still as reckless as ever, and before Wang Hai could speak, the rifle in Xie Erxi's hand had already been tilted up, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the man in black who had just asked.

"Little brother, take your finger off the trigger first, be careful not to get fired, I didn't die in the hands of the Japanese and I don't want to die in your hands." The man in black who was pointed at Xie Erxi with a gun was not angry, but just joked with Xie Erxi with a smile, and he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it in his mouth.

"Say, who are you?" Seeing that the other party's people ignored him, Xie Erxi's face instantly turned red, and he was ignored by the other party as the second person in the Dashicun guerrillas, and the anger in his heart made Xie Erxi angry. "Hurry up and tell me who you are, now there are a lot of us in the crowd, don't be ignorant." The guerrillas who received Xie Erxi's eyes were still a little hesitant, but seeing that the captain Wang Hai did not say anything to stop them, they followed Xie Erxi to raise their guns and face these black-clothed people.

"Don't worry, don't go too far, or I promise you won't survive." The black-clothed man with a cigarette in his mouth stretched out his hand and pointed to the hillside behind Wang Hai with a smile in his mouth, and motioned to Wang Hai and Xie Erxi, who was holding a rifle, to look back at themselves. "Machine gun" turned around to look at Wang Hai, who was on the hillside, his pupils dilated instantly, and Xie Erxi beside him was also the same, they lay in crouch in the ditch for more than three hours, but no one found that there were four machine guns hidden on the slope behind them, if these four machine guns were fired, none of them and their guerrillas who had already gone on the highway would be able to escape.

"You just saw us shoot the Japanese soldiers, I don't think we should be enemies between us, right?" The man in black in the lead smiled and stretched out his hand to Wang Hai, "I'm Ma Kai of the Thunder Mercenary Force, and they are all members of my team. "The name of Thunder is too loud, there have been no less than ten anti-Japanese armed forces under the banner of Thunder in Jiaodong, Wang Hai doesn't know whether he should believe that they are the famous Thunder mercenaries, but the outfits of these men in black are something Wang Hai has never seen.

"What? Don't believe us? Seeing Xie Erxi pouting, the man in black smiled, turned around and pointed to the grain trucks on the highway and said with a smile, "We don't take this grain, you can take it and distribute it to the surrounding people, rifles and bullets can also be given to you, but we will take away the grenadiers, light machine guns and grenades of the Japanese army." Ignoring Wang Hai and the others, and after packing up the things they needed, the men in black escorted the prisoners of the Imperial Association Army into the forest by the roadside.

"Captain, you think they're really those Thunder mercenaries?" Looking at the forest on the side of the road, Xie Erxi was still confused, you must know that just now he was the first to point his gun at those black-clothed people, those people are thunder mercenaries, they are all big devils who kill people without blinking.

"I don't know" Wang Hai, who was awakened by Xie Erxi's voice, reacted quickly, and immediately ordered his guerrillas to leave here in a cart pulling grain. A whole team of Japanese puppet troops transporting grain was ambushed here, and I believe that the Huangzhuang Artillery Tower a few miles away will soon have Japanese puppet army reinforcements coming, Wang Hai is not afraid of fighting with the Japanese puppet army, but this does not mean that he will be stupid to take his guerrillas to fight to the death with the Japanese puppet army.

"Captain Wang, did you hit the Huangzhuang Fort today?" Wang Hai, who was pulling the grain, walked around the trail exhausted and returned to Dashi Village, where they were hiding, and just happened to bump into Huang Yuquan, the chief of the small yellow village who was galloping from the avenue with a carriage, and before Wang Hai could tell him about the grain, Huang Yuquan opened his mouth first and asked urgently.

"What do you say? The Huangzhuang turret was taken off? After listening to Huang Yuquan's words, Wang Hai was also shocked, there were only three or two kittens of anti-Japanese forces in the vicinity, and his own Dashicun guerrillas were already the largest force, so he didn't have the ability to fight the Huangzhuang Turret, Wang Hai really couldn't think of that family's troops could beat Huangzhuang.

"Could it be that our main force has come back?" Huang Yuquan and Wang Hai got together and smoked cigarette pouches and pots, but it was unlikely that in the blink of an eye, the Ludong Division of the Eighth Route Army had already withdrawn, and if they had returned, it would have been impossible not to contact the guerrillas. But if it weren't for the troops of the Eighth Route Army, who would have hit the Huangzhuang Turret?

"Could it be them?" Wang Hai suddenly remembered those black-clothed people, and immediately told Huang Yuquan what happened today, compared to Wang Hai, who didn't know a few big characters, Huang Yuquan's brain was much better. Who else could it be if it wasn't Thunder, Huang Yuquan had already decided that the black-clothed people Wang Hai met were the famous Thunder mercenaries, or those people also took some of the Imperial Alliance Army away when they left, so it must have been to interrogate the situation of the Huangzhuang Turret.

"Quick, go to the military area, and say that the thunder is back." The only traffic officer under Wang Hai who knew the route to the military region was sent out, and the reappearance of the thunder in Hebei indicated that the situation in Hebei, which had been calm for a month, would change again, and the Eighth Route Army naturally had to prepare in advance to deal with it, otherwise it would be squeezed by the forces of the national army.