There is a kind of people in the troops of the Eighth Road, a very small number of them, who are very lazy and arrogant on weekdays. Once you go to the battlefield, or smell a little gunsmoke, it is like smoking opium.

Yang Bangzi is this kind of person, he can do anything, he just can't fight without fighting, at this moment he is like a jackal dog with hard hair on his neck, ready to jump up, bark and bite at any time.

Looking around the terrain, the direction from the east is the direction from which the mountain beams are thousands of villagers and local authorities. To the south, separated by a small valley more than a mile wide, is a rolling hill, and in the southeast corner is a cliff with three fires. The mountains to the north were silent, and the exit to the west was as bright as day.

Yang stick sticks to the barley, the cat trots to the old fifth son, and whispers: "Old fifth son, put down the spear, do you see the earth cliff opposite the valley in the east?" Two or three feet of the scene, touch it, go down the top of the beam to the fire, pay attention to concealment, and think of extinguishing the firewood! Destroyed and went down the south side. ”

"Wait!" Lao Wuzi took off his rifle and was just about to jump across the dirt road, when he was grabbed by Yang's ankle with a stick.

"What are the soles made of?"

"Old cloth bottom, what's wrong?"

"Go ahead! When he was done, he went down from the south and joined Xiaoliangzi. ”

It is not superfluous for Yang Bangzi to ask this, many of the military shoes made by local women are made of canvas heads in order to be wear-resistant, and the soles of these shoes are sticky and muddy and cannot be shaken off.

"Xiao Liangzi, come here, you see this exit in the west, you go down to the foot of the mountain along the ridge, stick to the sorghum field and turn to the side of the South Mountain Cliff, don't go up, keep an eye on the person to hold down Lao Tzu, don't let go of the gun!" Wait for the fifth son to come down, and wait for the old man under the big elm tree at the entrance of the village."

"Okay, okay!" Xiao Liangzi took off the spear and backpack on his body, then carried a box gun, trotted along the ridge, and when he went down to the foot of the mountain, he rolled on his side, shook over the dirt road, and entered the green gauze tent.

"The rest of the people are on standby, they are not allowed to move without my order, Lao Feng, you take over Lao Tzu and lead the team, and I will go to the north to have a look."

After speaking, Lao Feng didn't hold it, and Yang Bangzi grabbed his feet a few times and went up to the dirt hill on the side of the road, lowered his body, and rushed to the back of the cliff with half a bag of cigarettes along the waist-deep wild grass.

Squinting, by the moonlight, I saw the old fifth son's green cloth military uniform dangling two or three times on the earthen cliff, turning over the top of the beam, Yang Bangzi spat at the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands, dragged the weeds and shrubs, kicked the stone chips, and crawled towards the top of the mountain.

The half-cut stone stone on the soil hill mountain, without much effort, Yang Bangzi climbed to the top of the cliff. Looking east, the fire has not yet been extinguished, and sparks are bursting into the sky, and there is no shadow of Xiaoliangzi in the valley.

Holding the stones, Xiangxia took a look, and there were a few fires in the courtyard of the Broken Daoguan Temple halfway up the mountain, and there were people crowded. The Niangzi Divine Village, which is vaguely visible at the foot of the mountain, is strange, and there is no movement in the pitch black.

Unable to sum it up, Yang Bangzi understood in half a circle in his mind that something had happened at the first stop on the transfer road.

On the south side of the cliff is a large gentle slope, overgrown with dwarf cypress trees, jujube trees, and basil dumplings. Yang Stick shrank back, tiptoed close to the broken yard, hid behind a blueslab stone and stuck out his head.

The courtyard was not large, the gate was open, and three or two men wearing foreign cloth undershirts and tying bloomers were holding guns and guarding the door. There were two people tied to the trunk of the old tsubaki tree in the corner of the courtyard, and their heads were drooping, and they couldn't see what they looked like.

People squatting and sitting occupy the eastern half of the courtyard, and on the courtyard wall, one in the north and one in the south, there are two men with spears walking back and forth, and there is still one sitting on the roof of the main house, facing the courtyard, and the two legs are still wandering, and I don't know what is going on in the house.

With his eyes rolling, Yang Bangzi stuffed the fast and slow machine back into the holster, and turned sideways from behind the bluestone slab silently. With his toes in front of him, his hands pulling on the basil, and slowly releasing his strength behind, the man approached the back gable.

The main house is built by the mountain, the back gable wall is not open, it is less than one person high, the bluestone slab layer by layer of the wall, the years have passed, the stone cracks in the early years of plastering plaster have fallen off a lot, and the light in the house has slipped out a lot along the gaps.

Keeping his eyes together, he followed the gap and took a general look. There are no old and young people in the house, and the one who sits on the ground behind the door is dressed as a Taoist priest, this Taoist priest Yang Stick knows, his legal name is Daoqing, not far from here, Song Jiayu people, who have treated the wounded of the Eighth Route Army.

The other people, looking at the faces, sat on the futon with a box gun on his back, looking at his appearance, with a cake face, a broken pockmarked pit, and a black cloth shirt and scorched pants tied with a strap.

Just as he was looking, there was movement on the roof, and the man who was sitting stood up, craned his neck and tilted his head to look at the south, and then lowered his head and shouted.

"Zhao Bald! Zhao Bald! Shout the captain out! There is a case! When he had finished shouting, he heard a short, scorched-faced man come in at the door of the house, and said to the man sitting on the futon, "Report to the captain!" Monkey Ass lets you go out and take a look, what is the situation! ”

The cake got up from the ground with a bone-faced face, ran out the door, and shouted after a while. "Monkey ass! Wang Laosan! You two go and see what's going on! His grandmother has a leg, ask Zhao Si what the two bastards are looking at! ”

Yang Bangzi was overjoyed after hearing this, and estimated that the fifth son had succeeded. I heard the man on the roof, muttered and slipped to the courtyard wall and jumped into the courtyard, Yang Stick also stuck to the back gable, tiptoed to the corner of the house, stretched out his half-pulled face to see the two people kicking and walking towards the village down the mountain.

Seeing that the man on the wall of the south courtyard was sitting face in, Yang Stick withdrew, entered the bushes with his waist down, and ran towards the south with his arms diagonally down the hillside.

Niangzijin Village is a small village built at the foot of the mountain, and a dirt road runs through the village in an east-west direction. Yang Bangzi didn't enter the village, went around the back, and went straight to the threshing floor at the entrance of the village.

Lying under the sour jujube trees on the soil slope, he called Xiaoliangzi in a low voice, and only after shouting twice, Xiaoliangzi flashed out from behind the big elm tree and looked around.

Yang Bangzi ran over and asked if the fifth son was here? As soon as he looked out, the fifth son was sitting behind a tree, and two people were lying on the ground in front of his heels.

I didn't have time to ask what's going on, so I lowered my voice and told the fifth son that he was two, and there were two guys coming over from the village soon, and he was going to hold it down.

The two goods that came out of the Taoist temple were still swaying leisurely, scolding and scolding, and as soon as they walked to the edge of the courtyard, they were pressed to the ground by Yang Bangzi and Lao Wuzi, gagged and pinched their necks.

The box gun is on the top of the head, and Yang Stick is happy! Dare to love this guy called monkey butt, there is a red birthmark on the side of his face, how can he look like a monkey butt.

After asking about the situation, Yang Bangzi broke out in a cold sweat, it turned out that this was the detective team of Tang County, I don't know where to inquire about the way, and I felt it along the barren ditch in the south of the base area. Drilling a ravine at night, hiding and sleeping during the day, I actually touched the Niangzi God Village for three days.

The cadres and villagers in the village were busy arranging hot water for the transferred troops and villagers, and the people were sleepy and tired for a day and a night, and their vigilance was a little worse, and they all thought that the devil was far away, but they didn't think that they were touched by the detective team in the middle of the night, and the people and cadres of the whole village were locked up in the Taoist temple.

It was the village cadres who were tied to the old chun tree in the courtyard, and they didn't say anything, and it seems that the detective team didn't know that the transferred villagers and troops were going to pass through here.

There were a total of 30 people in the detective team, and 36 of them originally set off, two of them fell into the ravine and died, two of them lost in circles, and two of them were stung by scorpions and couldn't move, so they left them behind.

The three fires also asked to understand, this is to send a signal to the Taipingzhuang in the south, there are people over there to light the fire, and the devils waiting in Gaojiagou see the fire and rush here. Now it is estimated that the devil is already on his way. The two guys who were watching the fire just now saw the torches coming from the east and wanted to run down to report the news, but they were blocked by Xiaoliangzi.

Gaojiagou and Taipingzhuang, Yang Bangzi are familiar, along the avenue by the river, 20 miles to the south is Taipingzhuang, and less than 30 miles to the road is Gaojiagou, which is 50 miles together, and the devil can run here in two hours at most.

What to do? Go back? It's unlikely, the devil wants to come over and block this opening, and it is not easy to do it in Xiwangzhuang.

Yang Bangzi didn't think much about it, raised his hand twice to knock the two goods unconscious, let Xiao Liangzi drag them over, untied the belts of these guys' trousers, tied them firmly and stuffed them into the ditch on the side of the road.

After disposing of the captives, the three of them walked through the village and came to the bottom of the ridge under the Podao Temple. Yang Bangzi poked his head out to observe the situation, 10 meters below the courtyard gate, two people on the left and one on the right were sentry, but they all sat on the stone with their heads down and dozed off. The two guys sitting on the courtyard wall were also holding guns, and their heads were the same as chickens pecking rice.

It seems that only the guy sitting on the threshold is not dozing, and is smoking a cigarette with his face inside.

Lao Wuzi was on the left, Xiaoliangzi was on the right, and Yang Bangzi was in the middle, and the three of them quietly took advantage of the cover of the ridge and bushes to slowly touch the sentry at the door.

Yang Bangzi forgot to remind him to keep his mouth alive as much as possible, but as a result, Lao Wuzi and Xiao Liangzi's hands directly wiped the sentry's neck.

Just wipe it, it's not a good product. Yang Bangzi gestured to the two on the wall of the lower courtyard with his hand, and pointed to the person sitting at the door and himself with his finger, and the three of them acted separately.

The two men on the courtyard wall were staggering back from the wall, and when they heard the movement, the one on the threshold stood up and touched the gun against the door.

Yang Bangzi was next to the stone drum behind him, an arrow step up, hit the opponent's neck with both hands, and smashed it on the temple, the guy's body was paralyzed, Yang Bangzi hurriedly held the goods to be knocked down, and peeked at the situation in the yard.

From the gate, the door of the main house is half hidden, the door is not released, the left hand of the courtyard door is sitting back to back a few sleeping guys, at this time Xiao Liangzi and the old five sons also poked their heads out of the courtyard wall, Yang Stick waved his hand gently, pointed to the main house, put down the limp guy in his hand, nodded to the villagers who did not sleep, and signaled not to make a sound.

Gesturing to remind Xiao Liangzi to look at a few sleeping goods in the hospital, the fifth son pulled out two small pickets from his waist, Yang Bangzi held the box cannon flat in his left hand, pinched a small stone chip in his right hand, and stared at the door of the main house.

When I arrived at the door, I paused slightly, glanced at the old five, and after the old five nodded, Yang Stick kicked open the false door, and the door panel broke with a "click", and with this momentum, the two jumped into the house one after the other!

In the main room, there is a statue of the goddess of Niangniang who has lost the paint for a long time, and on the ground under the table, there are a group of people lying horizontally and vertically. Hearing the movement, Hula got up and hurried to find a gun.

"Don't move!" Yang Bangzi roared, saying that it was too late, and the stone fragment in his hand flew out, hitting a guy's wrist, and the guy dropped the short gun he had just drawn out with an "oops", and fell to the ground covering the wound that was splashing with blood.

The fifth son was not idle, and the two small stickers in his hands, one left and one right, shot out as fast as meteors, one of which was blind to the eye of the goods holding the spear to pull the bolt, and the other was more accurate, and it was caught in the mouth of the person who raised his hand on the futon to hold the fire.

The cake-faced guy covered his mouth in pain and rolled on the ground, and the others were stupidly motionless. It didn't take much effort in the yard, Xiao Liangzi knocked down the few goods who woke up with three punches and two kicks.

"Be honest! Grandpa Eight Road is here! Whoever drips, Lao Tzu will collapse him! Yang Bangzi held the box cannon and looked at the room with angry eyes.

"Grandpa Eight-Road! Grandpa Eight Road! Spare your life! The cries for mercy rang out one after another, and the people who were not lying in the room honestly raised their hands.

The fifth son went over to untie the tied Taoist chief, and Xiao Liangzi also loosened the hemp rope for the two village cadres tied to the tree. The one who covered his mouth on the ground kicked his leg a few times, rolled his eyes and didn't move, and the goods with the clamp in the corner of the room had long since stopped moving.

Yang Bangzi complained a little that the old five hands were too dark, the goods of this slanted back gun were a captain, and he could ask a lot of information at a glance, and it was a pity to die.

The fifth son didn't care if Yang Bangzi complained about him or not, walked over and took back the two small pickets, rubbed the blood on the soles of his shoes, and put them back on his waist. Then untie the belts of the captives one by one, and with the help of the Taoist priests and fellow villagers, they were all tied up and thrown into the courtyard.

After the next count, there are a total of 26 dead bodies, plus 4 in the ditch at the entrance of the village, a total of 30 people, it seems that the monkey butt is not lying.