Zhou Qingfeng didn't know who he had hit, because the head was directly exploded by a warhead of four or five calibers.

The men of the Qingxiang Regiment were invincible when they came, and when they heard the sound of gunfire, they fled and did not exert any combat effectiveness.

Think about it a few years later, a handful of low-level officers of the Kwantung Army will occupy the entire northeast by themselves, and a few Japanese soldiers will be able to grab a county seat in North China with a plaster flag.

It's really unpleasant.

And on the road of the robbery field yesterday, those groups of idlers who were excited to see the head killing, especially the woman killing the head, all of this is a reminder of one thing.

This country and nation have sunk to this point, and it is not easy to transform it.

"Alas, I'm not a great man, why do you want to do this."

Zhou Qingfeng turned back to Ma Ying and the others and said, "Don't be stunned, follow me to catch a few prisoners and find out where this group of people came from?" Who is in command? ”

The 100 or so members of the Qingxiang Regiment stopped after running two or three hundred meters, and many of them were tired and out of breath.

The first time these scholars did this, they were excited and surprised, holding their guns, and followed closely behind Zhou Qingfeng like a fox and a tiger. The Qingxiang group saw that they were 'outnumbered', and they were so frightened that they ran away, but they couldn't run away at all.

According to the captives, they came from Changsha County. The leader was the county Guo Party officer, and the manpower was improvised in a nearby village. So as soon as the officer died, the others immediately fled.

As for the situation in Changsha City, the captives didn't know at all, and they didn't even know that Zhou Qingfeng's gang had guns, so they were stupid and bumped into the iron plate.

"This is the consequence of poor communications, unclear detection, and poor command. If it were to replace me, I would definitely send someone to contact the village first to find out the situation. He who died has paid the price, and you have to learn your lesson. ”

Zhou Qingfeng seized the opportunity to engage in on-site education, and stunned Ma Ying and others. The latter is only in his teens and twenties, and he is not afraid of sacrifice when his blood is boiling, but he really lacks experience in struggle.

It was dark again, and it was really inconvenient to drive at night, so the nine people could only continue to stay. After a day's investigation, it was determined that the village chief was a villain who played for the tiger. According to the discussion of Ma Ying and others, this person should be shot.

"Since you're going to be shot, don't waste it. Let's have a trial meeting. ”

Zhou Qingfeng started by playing this hand in the other world, which was used to win people's hearts and unify thoughts, and the effect was excellent. But he didn't make a move, he only made suggestions, and let Ma Ying, Fu Fengjun and others discuss it themselves.

In order to let these immature revolutionaries grow up quickly, Zhou Qingfeng simply sent the gun down. He himself said that he would go to patrol and guard outside the village, and the affairs of the village would be left alone.

Walking out of the village, the cool breeze swished in the fields. In March and April, the temperature is quite cold at night. Outside the village, apart from the sound of crickets and frogs, there was no movement.

The fields are connected and spread to the mountains. Ditches were laid out and hundreds of acres of land were irrigated. Now there are many cases of night blindness, and the enthusiasm of the grassroots of the party is poor, and the large army will not be dispatched when it is dark. At best, the village is worried about bandits.

Zhou Qingfeng sat on the edge of the pit, stretching his chest and lungs and taking deep breaths. Holding an 'old sleeve' in his hand, he opened the attachment box of the butt and found the tools to maintain the firearm.

This is the best of the captured firearms, and it can shoot bullets into a circle with a diameter of about ten centimeters at a distance of 100 meters. In sniper terms, it is called an accuracy of about 4~5MOA, which is already good at present.

Zhou Qingfeng did not have a single-shot rifle in his equipment, and the firepower he brought was too strong and heavy for a single soldier, so it was good to make an assault when he was encircled, but the ammunition was consumed too quickly.

A 250-round chain is pretty cool, but it weighs nearly six kilograms. Plus M1919A4 heavy machine gun fourteen kilograms. There are actually only two chains in the tote bag. The rest was two or three hundred rounds of ammunition for submachine guns and pistols.

Although the 'old sleeve' has many shortcomings, it is also a firepower that can fire at a distance of 200 meters. With good use, it is still possible to hit the goal of marching upright. It's just that the ammunition is not universal, and it can only rely on capture.

After maintenance, the empty magazine had to be reloaded. Throwing magazines is taboo in solo combat, and they are usually collected. Otherwise, without a magazine, the firearm would be as good as a burning stick.

Zhou Qingfeng sat on the edge of the field to suppress the bullets, and after a while, he heard footsteps coming from the direction of the village. Someone approached along the ridge with a torch. He reminded, "Be careful, don't step on the seedlings." ”

Here came Fu Fengjun, a young young woman and a top student who studied Western oil painting. She was looking around, and when she heard the voice, she realized that it was not a weed under her feet, and carefully retracted it.

"Brother Zhou." Fu Fengjun found Zhou Qingfeng, put down the torch diagonally, and sat on the edge of the field, "What are you doing?" ”

In terms of age, Zhou Qingfeng is about the same as Fu Fengjun. But he is brave and powerful, fierce and fierce, and has the grace to save his life, so it is natural to call him 'big brother'.

"Bullet pressing."

"Can you teach me?"

"It's easy."

Find a pistol magazine, give Fu Fengjun a bullet, and let her press it one by one.

"Brother Zhou, did you come back from abroad?"

"Why do you think so?"

"You are strong and tall, and there are few people in the country like you."

"Then you are wrong, I am a native Chinese."

In order to prevent Fu Fengjun from continuing to ask, Zhou Qingfeng had to ask her in turn, "Why don't you preside over the trial meeting in the village?" ”

"With Ma Ying here, I can't help anything. In addition, listening to the complaints of the poor made me feel uncomfortable. Fu Fengjun let out a long sigh.

Oh...... forget that this young woman is from a large family, an authentic landlord class. It is so rare that she can betray her family and die unswervingly.

If Uncle Zhou was changed, a red-hot soldering iron dangled in front of him, and he had to shout surrender.

Fu Fengjun continued to sigh: "If the province wants to levy one bucket of grain, the county has to add two buckets, and the township and village have to add more. The poor have nothing to eat for what they grow.

I've seen their food, and I don't see any meat in it, so I can only eat some sweet potatoes and grains, and even save some salt. If you encounter a natural disaster, you will either flee the famine, or sell your children and daughters.

In addition to grain requisition, there was also usury.

There are special people in the county and township who come to lend money, what 'seven out of thirteen', the high interest rate is scary. But when the harvest was scarce, the peasant families had to borrow money or they would starve to death.

If they can't collect grain and can't repay the loan, they will be arrested and tortured in the county. I've heard of these things. But when those poor people say it themselves, it doesn't feel good in their hearts. It's really miserable. ”

"You're not a taste, and my heart is not a taste." Zhou Qingfeng was angry in his heart, "I saw you being escorted to the execution ground, and when I saw that Ma Shuchun and Ma Zhichun were about to be beheaded, I knew that I couldn't watch it."

You're lucky, I saved it. But at this moment, how many people with lofty ideals have not survived? I just hate myself for being weak and unable to do anything. ”

In the end, Zhou Qingfeng raised his head and raised his chest and shouted in the wilderness: "This night is too long, really too long." We've put so much to give! ”