Dong Ku led the team to wait near the tanks and armored vehicles for more than three hours, and the reconnaissance platoon on Liu Hai and Huzi's side arrived one after another.

Knowing that the army led by Huzi and Liu Hai would arrive in two hours, Dong Ku left the military horses with guns, food and ammunition for the reconnaissance platoon to guard, waiting for the large army to rush to the Qitai River, while he took the veterans of the Northeast Army and Orion to set off lightly, wading through the snow and fog, and disappeared into the snow along the direction of the road.

Along the way, they saw more than a dozen trucks and armored vehicles frozen on the road, and it is estimated that after camping, the cars turned off, causing the body to freeze.

The vehicles were full of supplies, mostly gasoline and diesel, but also food and ammunition, apparently supply vehicles for the army.

Dong Ku and they didn't stop, they just sent electricity to the dogs who were about to arrive behind, and asked them to take away the supplies they could take away, and the diesel and gasoline were buried in the nearby snow.

Four hours later, they took a short break for half an hour before dark, and took advantage of the fact that it was still dark, and quickly pounced on the Qitai River, ten kilometers away.

At this time, there were not too many people in Qitaihe, and they were all traitors and maintenance associations, and the common people did not have them here, only a piece of military camp was in a flat place on the mountainside, and there was a coal mine behind it.

The barracks were guarded by about 600 Japanese troops, surrounded by bunkers of the original Quercus with shooting holes. There was also a stove made from the pot buckle inside the bunker, and the fierce flames under it baked the iron pot red, and the cold wind lingered at the firing ports, unable to penetrate the covered bunker with all its might.

In the distance on the outskirts of the barracks, mountains of coal piled up. Laborers captured from Mukden, Xinjing, and other places, as well as prisoners of the Northeast Army earlier, carried coal outwards in the dim and cold mines.

At the mouth of the mine, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers with guns guarded. The traitors and the guys who maintained the association carried sticks and supervised the laborers, and if they were slightly unsatisfied, they went up with a few sticks, and the laborers rolled in pain, and they did not dare to resist.

They were not weak, and they were not afraid of the dozen Japanese soldiers, but of the seven or eight light and heavy machine guns in the pillbox not far away.

There was once a revolt here, where hundreds of veterans of the Northeast Army and hot-blooded men killed traitors and several Japanese soldiers near the mouth of the mine, and snatched down a few guns. But before they could launch a charge, under the dense machine-gun fire, they didn't even hold out for two minutes, and six or seven hundred people were slaughtered. The brutality of the Japanese army also played a role, making the place quiet, and the whole world became like coal, so that these suffering laborers could no longer see the light.

As the last laborer walked out of the mine, thousands of laborers were driven to the semi-underground shed, and soon the area around the mine was quiet. There were only a few searchlights, turning back and forth between the sheds.

Night, with it, was darkened in the space of half an hour.

The sentry on the watchtower was turning his searchlight back and forth, and warming his hands with the faint temperature on it, when suddenly, he felt a pain in his back, and then his neck leaked, and his thinking stopped instantly.

As his hand left the searchlight, a cotton glove with two fingers pressed the searchlight and spun it.

At the gate in the distance, a patrol creaked into the camp gate through the snow. The sentry in the guard tower at the entrance stood straight, his eyes not squinting, and he did not move with his gun on his back.

A Japanese soldier at the end of the line walked over, paused slightly, but did not look back, and continued to follow the back of the group, towards the lighted barracks.

As he walked, he pondered, why did the sentry put a pipe on the muzzle?

The dozen or so idle wooden cage rooms outside the barracks were completely unlit, and it was obvious that the traitors and lackeys inside had slept.

Outside the three wooden cages closest to the camp, a little spark flickered and dimmed.

Yang Dacang squatted at the door, holding his arms and smoking a box of Japanese cigarettes that had just been thrown to him, not at all annoyed by the fact that his daughter-in-law was turning clouds and rain with a lieutenant in the house, but calculated what he could get today.

At this moment, he heard the sound of slight footsteps coming from Fang Shantou. The creaking sound of stepping on the snow made him a little uncomfortable.

"Come on, it seems that Lao Tzu can't get into the bed before midnight."

Cursing to himself, he moved his numb legs, and was about to stand up to greet the newly arrived Taijun.

Suddenly, he felt the wind move, and before he could turn his head, a large hand covered his mouth, and pressed the cigarette butt to his lips.

"Hiss......"

The cigarette butt was hot, and he gasped for cold air, and before he could react to what had happened, he suddenly felt a cool breath pour into his lungs in a slight pain in his throat, and then the strength of his body was drained with the flow of fluid in his neck.

"Sleep with my wife and kill me!"

As the thought arose, his consciousness stopped spinning.

In the darkness, dozens of figures quickly diverted, approached the doors, paused for about half a minute, and almost simultaneously opened the doors and rushed into the house.

The sound of popping sounded in every house, and in groups of three, one with a flashlight, two shots, and a house ended the battle in a dozen seconds at most. As the figure left, the corpse on the hot kang in the room was left behind, and silence returned again.

"Phew!"

When a veteran of the Northeast Army left Yang Dacang's house, he spat and muttered in a low voice: "What! I don't know if you are the king and the eighth and the wife who steals the man? It's still his turtle father! ”

At this time, a group of patrolling Japanese soldiers walked out of the camp gate, carrying guns and flashlights, and walked in the direction of the coal yard.

As soon as they walked out of the bright position of the camp gate, a popping sound sounded next to a stack of chipping wrenches, and the Japanese soldiers did not even react, and fell to the ground one after another in the intensive fire of the shell guns equipped with silencers, and did not even have a chance to shoot.

Less than a minute after the patrol fell to the ground, a group of figures followed the gate of the camp with the searchlights extinguished into the barracks, which covered an area of several square kilometers.

Subsequently, after seeing that there were no footprints on the snow at the door, the unmanned barracks were investigated, and the figures shook in the rows of barracks rooms, and touched the barracks with lights on the right side.

At this time, the surrounding searchlights were all frozen, and the shining snow was bright, and the muzzles of black holes locked into the rooms where the doors were lit.

Immediately, the figures of the three approached the houses in the snowy light, and the moment a tracer bullet flew into the sky, they opened the door one after another, and two shell guns sprayed fire snakes and rushed into the house.

The Japanese soldiers in the house were either gambling for money, or packing up and preparing for bed, and the sudden attack made them panic and touch their guns, but unfortunately, when the third person rushed into the house, none of the thirty or forty people approached the guns erected by the wall, and they were covered with holes in the eyes, and fell in a pool of blood.

Dong Ku stared down from a watchtower, and he saw the growth of these veterans of the Northeast Army. These people received orthodox military education, although very backward, but at that time Xiao Zhang was still very willing to spend money, not only to buy a large number of weapons, but also to export talents to the Czech Republic, France, Britain to study and further study, so that the quality of the Northeast Army at that time, in China's territory was second to none, to a certain extent, much stronger than the Japanese.

In five minutes, the camp, which could accommodate 50,000 or 60,000 people, changed hands. The laborers, who were sleeping with hunger in the distant shed, did not hear any movement.

After searching for no living people, garages were opened, trucks, armored vehicles, and tanks were driven out, and corpses were cleaned up and transported out of the camp like dead pigs and dumped on the hillside in front of the camp.

In the shed, the laborers, awakened by the roar of the engine, stared at the dark doorway with their eyes open.

"The little devil is active again."

A veteran of the Northeast Army touched his companion with his elbow and whispered.

"I don't know where I'm going to do evil again......"

The man sighed and replied.

One of the laborers next to them couldn't bear it anymore, so he put on a padded jacket and resisted, tiptoed to the door, and looked out through the crack in the door.

After a few glances, he hurriedly ran back, got into the quilt and whispered: "The little devil is not leaving, but is back." ”

"Coming back?"

Several people around asked in a low voice.

"Uh-huh."

The man whispered: "I saw that the lights of the barracks in the distance were on, and the courtyard was full of figures, and eighty percent of them had returned." ”

"Settle down, it looks like there's no chance again......"

A few people who were talking with their heads stretched out sighed, retracted their shoulders, and quietly listened to the movement outside.

At this time, after Dong Ku and the corpses were carried away, they piled up all the materials in the empty barracks into the open space under the searchlight, and all the kang in the barracks were lit to warm the large troops that could arrive in the middle of the night in advance.

In more than a dozen rooms, a group of old men are busy, making pancakes and stews. The rich aroma of oil cake slowly drifted through the camp with the north wind, making the hungry laborers uncomfortable.

A laborer with a black face who couldn't tell his age swallowed his saliva and said, "If I can eat scallion pancakes, let me do anything, even if I die, it's worth it......"

"Let's dream and eat it for a while......"

The companion next to him choked him.

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the shed was suddenly opened, and the flashlight shone in.

The laborers were startled, and they didn't dare to breathe, and they all shrank in the broken quilts exposed with cotton, not daring to breathe.

The flashlight flickered and shone on the hanging horseshoe lamp, and then a man stepped forward to lift the cover and lit it.

As the light rose, and before the laborers could judge what was going to happen, a young voice shouted, "Who of you are here?" ”

"I ...... It's ......"

"I'm also ......"

In a few timid voices, a few figures climbed up on the Chase bunk, quickly boarded the cotton pants, put on the cotton jacket and stood under the kang.

The young voice sounded again: "You follow me to the room, we don't know how many of you there are, you go to bake oil cakes yourself, the meat is boiled, and the oil cakes are missing." ”

"Boiled meat ......"

"Oil Cake ......"

These two words, which they hadn't heard for two years, made these workers confused, and they couldn't understand how the jackal-like Japanese had changed their sex? No one noticed that the voice was spoken with a strong northeastern accent, although it was not from here, but it was also from Heilongjiang.