The door of the warehouse opened, and Zhao Cheng entered the warehouse with a group of soldiers and a dozen Japanese, and dozens of wooden boxes were neatly arranged in the warehouse. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's my bad taste, I put the guns back after they were transferred, and I was eager to see their expressions when they opened the case.

"Ready to go!" Wild Deer ordered the Japanese in the back.

The Japanese quickly took off their outer clothes, revealing the Japanese military uniform inside, with strips of white cloth with the words "Victory" written on their heads.

After changing clothes, the Japanese soldiers opened the box.

"Lord Wild Deer, you'd better come and see this!" The Japanese soldiers at the wooden box were stunned.

"Yaga!"

"Smack"

There was nothing in the box except sawdust, and the wild deer turned around and slapped Zhao Cheng in the face.

"It can't be!"

Zhao Cheng didn't care about the swollen cheeks, opened the nearby box without giving up, and finally sat on the ground in despair.

"Hit!"

I leaned out from behind the food bag and pulled the submachine gun in my hand, and the other teammates in the warehouse followed suit.

"Da Da Da"

The rebels with guns on their backs were given priority to our attention, and they were killed and wounded in an instant. The Japanese reacted quickly and quickly escaped from the warehouse around the wild deer and several officers.

The Japanese and rebels outside exploded at the sound of gunfire, and out of mutual distrust, they opened fire on nearby allies.

The Japanese thought they had been fooled and fell into an ambush by the Chinese army, while the rebels believed that the Japanese wanted to kill people.

The Japanese, who lacked thermal weapons, suffered more, and most of them were lying on the ground.

"Da Da Da"

On the roof, Mao Qiang and they opened fire, and the condescending bullets made the panicked crowd even more chaotic, and in the end, there was not one out of ten people who escaped!

Zhao Cheng did not escape from the warehouse, and was blocked at the gate by Jiang Yitao with a gun.

"Don't kill me! I'll give you money, lots and lots of money! ”

Zhao Cheng was frightened, his wet crotch was clinging to his body, and he retreated step by step.

"If you don't have the guts, forget it, you don't have any eggs, learn something good in the next life!" Jiang Yitao didn't have the slightest mercy for him, and the muzzle of the gun spewed flames!

"Dada!"

Zhao Cheng fell to the ground covered in blood, and the position where he fell was exactly on Wang Zhifeng's blood.

"Okay, don't whip the corpse, I didn't know you still had this hobby"

I stretched out my hand to lift the muzzle of Jiang Yitao's gun, and I didn't let go even if everyone was dead, and there were blood stains everywhere. Jiang Yitao stopped shooting, unloaded the empty magazine, replaced it, and said nothing.

"Hurry up, we have to leave Shanghai tonight"

I stretched out my hand and pulled Jiang Yitao and left the warehouse. Outside, Mao Qiang and others also got off the roof and were replenishing the guns that were not out of breath.

There were several cars from the Japanese army, but no one drove away, so we chose one truck and sat on them all. The car went to the "haunted house" we bought, picked up the strapped Sanjay, and then drove straight out of town.

The streets are chaotic and full of clutter. The doors of the houses and shops on both sides of the street are closed, and the people inside are waiting for their unknown fate.

From time to time, there are groups of *** soldiers running through the streets and heading to the battlefield outside. There were also cars pulling wounded soldiers or supplies and speeding past our cars.

"Stop!"

A group of ragged soldiers blocked our way and forced us to stop our cars. As soon as the car stopped, several soldiers pulled open the cloth behind the car, revealing a few black muzzles!

"Don't move!"

Several soldiers under the car had their guns on their shoulders and could only raise their hands.

"Brother, I think it's a misunderstanding," the soldier at the front of the car, who was pointed at guns by me and Jiang Yitao, hurriedly said.

"Yo, I'm still an official!" Jiang Yitao walked in and saw the rank of the leader clearly, and laughed.

"Tell me, brother, what do you want to do?" I asked Jiang Yitao to put away the gun and said.

I don't want to clash with the *** army, first, it is not good for us to evacuate, and second, they are the force of resistance after all.

"Do you have anything to eat?" The officer's swarthy face was actually a little red.

I've thought about many of the reasons they stopped the car, but I didn't think it was to find food. Looking at their unrecognizable military uniforms, dark and tired faces, and straw sandals under their feet, I suddenly felt a little sour in my heart.

"Sichuan Army?"

"Hmm"

I took out all my rations, handed them to the officer, turned to the men, and said:

"Put down your guns and give them all the food!"

The officer, with his men, crouched on the side of the road and devoured them, gulping down them as he recounted what had happened to them.

"The **** quartermaster's office, the rice is piled up with moldy and is unwilling to give it to us, and the brothers have not eaten a full meal when they come here. If you don't give food, you won't be given a single bullet......"

Looking at this chattering officer, I found a home for the munitions, but there was one more question that had to be asked.

"Are you from Sichuan? Doesn't sound like that," I asked, handing him a cigarette.

"My mother is from Chongqing, I grew up in Nanyang with my parents, and this time I secretly went back to my grandmother's house to join the army"

"What's your last name?"

"Don't have your surname Zhao, Zhao Yixiang"

When they finished eating, I asked Zhao Yixiang to take a few people and us into the car and lead them to the "haunted house".

"Oh my God!"

Zhao Yixiang was carrying several 38-type rifles on his back, and a few Wang Ba boxes were inserted in his waist, and when he saw the 99-type he suddenly screamed, he threw the 38 big cover and kissed it in his hand.

Last night's fighting had damaged parts of the house, and many guns and ammunition were scattered to the ground. I kicked away a grenade with my foot, came to Zhao Yixiang's side and said:

"Okay, these are all yours, we only have one request, these weapons must be used in the fight against Japan!"

"That's nature!" Zhao Yixiang's face turned pale, and he made a serious promise.

"It's a pity we didn't get the quilt," I said with some regret.

"It's okay, we won't see this winter at all"

Zhao Yixiang said nonchalantly, still playing with the machine gun in his hand.

"There is also a warehouse over there, there is some grain in it, but there is some trouble, it may be the materials of the Nineteenth Army, if you are brave enough, it will be all yours"

I told him where the warehouse was, and what we were doing inside.

"It's okay, we're going to die, and we're not allowed to eat?" Zhao Yixiang got up and said, calling three soldiers at the same time.

"Liu Gui, you immediately run to the head of the regiment and ask him to bring someone over. Zhang Qiang, Wang Hu, you bring other brothers, bring machine guns, go to the food to guard me, whether the whole group of brothers can eat or not depends on you! ”

"Yes, platoon commander!"

After arranging the task, Zhao Yixiang looked at us, gave us a military salute, and said:

"Anyway, thank you! Let's go, I'll take you out of town."