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In the early period of the Republic of China, domestic warlords fought chaotically and annexed each other. No month, no levy, no day. But the level of playing is so low, it's like acting.

Here we must mention the gang of robes in Sichuan, they are fighting in the front and playing cards in the rear. In the event of weddings and funerals, the warlord leaders can still sit down to drink and eat.

When the battle started, there were Sichuan people watching the game, and they shouted as if they were going to the stadium to watch the game now. If you lose the battle, you will be powered to go to the field, and the warlords are still good friends.

Of course, it is the common people who suffer, and their production and life are all destroyed. After the warlords dug up land to collect taxes, they did not need to develop any industry and commerce, and they had to pay taxes on export gas.

Sichuan is like this, and the warlords of the Republic of China basically have this virtue. He Jian's 35th Army bullied the common people with extreme ferocity, and when they encountered those who dared to rise up to resist, they immediately revealed their true colors.

Zhou Qingfeng's heavy machine gun swept through a wave, like a scythe cutting wheat through the ranks of the 'miscellaneous army'. Immediately followed by the grenade air explosion even more bombarded their farts and urine, and those who were still alive quickly surrendered, not wanting to fight in the blink of an eye.

An eerie picture appears on the battlefield in the small field.

One or two hundred 'miscellaneous soldiers' lay on the ground, raised their hands, and looked pitifully at a big man with a heavy machine gun. The trash fish of the Qingxiang Regiment in the first three or four hundred places were fleeing rapidly, and the girl slipped towards the surrounding area.

The chain of two hundred and fifty rounds did not last long, and Zhou Qingfeng was actually holding an empty machine gun. But he frowned coldly and had an absolute advantage in momentum.

Seeing that the barrel of the gun in the hand of this bandit was thick and long, the 'miscellaneous army' who was still alive only hated themselves for being too unlucky, how could they encounter such a plague god.

Ma Ying stopped the car, grabbed a pistol and hurried to support, seeing the dead and wounded and prisoners all over the ground, he really felt the advantage and deterrence brought by the powerful firepower.

The rest is simple. Zhou Qingfeng was in charge of posing for the town, and the other eight people happily collected their weapons and cleaned up the battlefield.

Only then did the 'miscellaneous army' find out that their opponents were actually less than ten people, three of whom were women, and only one could really fight.

But this one was really good - at first glance it looked like a machine gun, but the Model T was used very well. A simple and quick approach detour, poking directly at the soft underbelly of the 'ragtag army'.

In the short battle, only about 20 people were killed or wounded, and most of the others were captured. More than 140 old and new firearms and some ammunition were seized.

For the captives, Zhou Qingfeng asked Ma Ying and others to screen them. Most of them were released, a few were released after interrogation, and only a few were executed.

According to the interrogation, this was Dai Douyuan's unit of the 1st Division of the 35th Army of the National Army. After receiving the order, they set off from the station on foot, joined the local Qingxiang regiment to lead the way, and spent two days chasing Zhou Qingfeng and others.

Two days? That's a lot of speed!

Uncle Zhou stayed in a broken village for two days.

The leader of the team was a battalion commander of the national army, whose body had been shot in the chest and had been killed by machine guns. There was a marching bag hanging on its waist, and in addition to the odds and ends, the most valuable thing was a map of the surrounding areas of Changsha.

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a captured company commander and asked, "Where are we?" ”

That's a really good question. Uncle Zhou escaped from Changsha City, and he didn't know where he was at all.

The captured company commander of the national army looked at Zhou Qingfeng with a bitter face, and thought: "This reckless Zhang Fei is so powerful in battle, but he doesn't know where he is?" ”

"We're in Qingtaidu."

"Eh, isn't Qingtai forty kilometers north of Changsha County?"

"That's right, this is the Qingtai capital forty kilometers north of Changsha County. It was in the town that we met Captain Liang of the local Qingxiang Shovel Volunteer Team that we dared to come to ...... and see you. ”

"Liang Zhenqiu?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"What about others?"

Zhou Qingfeng looked up at the militia armed forces who had long since disappeared, and felt a little ridiculous in his heart. He now knew that he had driven in the wrong direction in the middle of the night and had arrived in Qingtaidu, but he had not arrived in the town.

And the bully Liang Zhenqiu, the bully he was going to clean up this time, took the initiative to come to the door......

"Could it be that the one surnamed Liang has already run away?"

"No, no, no, Captain Liang is lying over there."

The corpses that had fallen on the battlefield were strewn in size, and several of them were clearly dressed in ordinary clothes. Zhou Qingfeng threw grenades at that time, where were many people throwing grenades. Seeing the dense crowd of local armed forces, he also threw one over.

Type 67 grenades can produce more than 100 fragments, and a few of them blew up Liang Zhenqiu, the largest local bully in the north of Changsha County.

The back of his head was cut off in half, and his brain was spewing outward. Turning over the corpse, the corpse was really recognizable. The captive identified that this was Liang Zhenqiu.

Boom...... There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them.

As soon as the surname Liang died, even Ma Ying and others felt that the revolutionary situation had taken a turn for the better.

There are more than eight revolutionary parties in Hunan Province. Although the grassroots organizations have been hit hard, they have been able to reach out to a new group of people. Especially if the local peasant army can still be gathered......

Ma Ying and others held a meeting to discuss and decided to leave half of the people to work in Qingtaidu and contact the scattered peasant army. It started again with a hundred or so firearms that had just been seized.

The other half of the people rushed to various parts of Hunan Province to gather more comrades. If possible, establish contacts with organizations in other places. There is also an important task that requires reliable and strong people......

"Brother Zhou, we have reopened the situation, but the funds and materials are empty, and it is really difficult." Fu Fengjun begged in front of Zhou Qingfeng.

"Needless to say, I understand your difficulties." Zhou Qingfeng agreed without hesitation. "I'm happy to help, and I originally wanted to settle down in Changsha and open a shop to do business.

It's just that I came to Changsha for the first time, and my eyes were black and I had no clue. In addition, I saved you and showed your appearance, and it is difficult to operate openly again. You have to find a place that is easily accessible but doesn't have to show your head. ”

Zhou Qingfeng's height of 1.85 meters is too tall in this era. He walks on the road, and it is difficult for others not to pay attention.

"It's good that Brother Zhou can help." Fu Fengjun hurriedly pulled the Ma sisters over, "It is convenient to open a shop in Changsha City, let Shuchun and Zhichun accompany you." They are familiar with the situation in the city, and they have a care. ”

The sisters are only in their teens, delicate age, and decades later they have a good time sitting in school, but now they have to fight for the whole country and nation. They said very seriously that they would be able to cooperate with Zhou Qingfeng.

"Okay, let's go now."

Zhou Qingfeng went to check the Model T, and the fuel level was less than half, but the condition of the car was okay. The structure of this kind of car is simple and leathery, but the riding experience is too poor.

Heavy machine guns without ammunition remained. 'Bergman' even gave Ma Ying the remaining ammunition. The 'Browning M1900' used by Ma Ying was given to Fu Fengjun, who was about to leave for the magic capital.

Zhou Qingfeng's grenades were lost, and only two 'M1911A1' remained, plus the captured 'old sleeve'. Everyone got together for a few days, and each other cherished each other and set foot on their respective battlefields again.