In Changsha during the Republic of China, the south of the city was a residential area, the northeast was an industrial area, and the north of the city was a commercial area, and the administrative area was selected in the commercial area. Zhongshan Road runs through the city, and most of the buildings are Western-style, and most of the targets for tonight are near this street.

After getting the electric light company, Zhou Qingfeng went to the bluestone bridge again. The telephone and telegraph office in the city soon fell victim to him, and the lines and equipment were damaged to some extent.

In particular, the radio station responsible for wireless communication was targeted by Zhou Qingfeng. It's just that the old-fashioned tube radio is clumsy and heavy, not to mention the large size of the antenna, and the battery for sending the report alone is dozens of catties.

Didn't touch it for the time being.

As for the technical staff on duty in the telephone and telegraph office, Zhou Qingfeng was very polite. He also reassured people: "It's okay, it's okay, it's going to be chaotic in the city tonight, just stay here." ”

As for the soldiers guarding such a vital department, then they will be directly knocked out and pulled down, which is not polite at all.

After completing these preliminary work, there are already some signs of chaos in Changsha City. A procession of about a dozen people came from the direction of the provincial capital, and they were going straight down the street with torches to the telephone and telegraph office.

I think it was the Guo Party bureaucracy who found that the communication was not working, realized that something was wrong, and sent people to check on it.

The procession was disorganized, and it was noisy in the quiet of the night. Without using a telescope, Zhou Qingfeng could see an officer standing next to the queue waving and shouting under the light of a torch.

Waiting for the team to get closer to fifty meters, Zhou Qingfeng took off the 'old sleeve' from his back and aimed at the officers in the team - the accuracy of this old gun was mediocre, and it was likely that he would not be able to hit anyone from a hundred meters away.

With a bang in the night, the officer on the opposite side was as if he had been hit with a heavy hammer, his chest shrank back, his arms raised, and the man fell backwards.

As expected, as soon as the officer died, the soldier suddenly lost control. Some people lay down on the spot, some turned around and fled, and a few with torches threw their torches far away, so as not to become targets.

Zhou Qingfeng only fired one shot and ran away, he could hear the team boldly firing a round of bullets, but he didn't pay attention to the other party.

Being able to see things in the dark, it's a big bargain. Coupled with his fast running and long endurance, Zhou Qingfeng quickly ran from one street to another.

During the Republican period, chaos was reborn, society was extremely chaotic, and warlords often could not control their troops, and there were mutinies at every turn. The gunfire was piercing in the night, and the troops stationed at the other street corners were even more vigilant.

Barricades and sand barricades have long been laid on the streets, and there are quite a lot of people in some of the key places. But tonight is a cloudy day, and if you don't light the torches, you will be blind.

Zhou Qingfeng would look left and right every time he appeared at an intersection, and when he saw a garrison of the national army, he would give the other party a bullet. Every time he picks the commander to shoot coldly, at least he kills a squad leader or a squad deputy or something.

If the commander is dead, the soldiers will not flee. Zhou Qingfeng would shoot at a target under the light. To put it simply, whoever has a bright head will die. Push the enemy into the dark, and it will be difficult to organize.

The 'old sleeve' is a magazine-type bolt-action rifle that presses bullets into the magazine with a five-round clip. With each shot, the clip pressed into the magazine jumps out of a square. When the five rounds are missed, the leak clip will jump out completely with a 'ding'.

Zhou Qingfeng can run several streets in a minute, he basically circles around Zhongshan Road, and fires a few shots when he runs through an intersection. He hits accurately, has a fast rate of fire, and will leave before the enemy can counterattack.

So in the feeling of the Guodang troops in the city, this is not a single person fighting at all, but at least dozens or hundreds of people are making a rebellion, and it is likely that it is a mutiny.

With no electric lights and no communications, it was difficult for the various key departments in the city to communicate with each other. Many Guo Party bureaucrats felt that the whole city was being shot, and they did not dare to go out at all.

Because it was not only Zhou Qingfeng who was firing, but also those frightened soldiers of the national army who were also firing after discovering that their comrades were constantly killed and wounded.

In the darkness, a ghost scurried around, creating a strong aura of terror. Especially whenever the gunfire in a certain neighborhood stops, Zhou Qingfeng will deliberately run over to pick up a few shots and kill a few more people, causing more serious panic.

If a large group of people poured out, Zhou Qingfeng would open fire from a hundred meters away. Someone in the dense crowd was bound to get shot, and as long as someone was shot, the team didn't want to move forward.

At this time, there is only one way to restrain Zhou Qingfeng - don't move to death, just keep their respective posts. But the Guo Dang gang can't do it, and it's too demanding to ask them to lie on the ground and wait for death.

In particular, Zhou Qingfeng not only moved along the street. He can also easily climb buildings over walls, and will appear behind enemy flanks if he is not careful.

When the soldiers of the national army stationed at various intersections found themselves being bulleted in front of them, they could only scream and flee as soon as they threw their guns away. This made it more convenient for Zhou Qingfeng to replenish some ammunition, and he could even pick up things like grenades.

Get the grenade, and it's going to be fatal.

Don't give Uncle Zhou a machine gun and don't give him a grenade, the name of 'human mortar' is not blown. The grenade, a curved throwing face-killing weapon, can be played with by him.

In addition, the explosion of the grenade is more deterrent, and it can easily turn around and run away from demoralized troops.

Zhou Qingfeng had a grenade, he dared to climb the wall alone and throw the grenade into the headquarters of the 35th Army in the city. As the commander of the army, He Jian, who also served as the office of the Qingxiang Association, was in the building of the headquarters.

The headquarters garrison outside the building had already set up machine guns, but the grenade smashed the glass window of the headquarters and exploded inside the building.

The grenade is silent before exploding, which is the most difficult thing to prevent. When the explosion sounded, the guards guarding outside the building were stupid, and they turned their heads one by one, and no one thought of what was going on.

How can the enemy be behind us?

Even He Jian, who had just fallen asleep, shouted in shock, thinking that the rebels or rebels had been killed. He came out of the bedroom in disheveled clothes and shouted at his soldiers, "Who is killing you outside?" ”

The pro-soldier only said that he did not know.

He Jian was even more angry and scolded: "What about Dai Douyuan? What about Liu Jianxu? What about Wang Dongyuan? He opened his mouth to ask the names of several division commanders under him, and asked in a loud voice, "Are these people all dead?" Where are their soldiers? ”

The telephone could not be reached, only the radio station of the military department was still available. But the main forces of several divisions are outside the city, and they will not be able to come for a while and a half. This far water can't quench the thirst of the near, so you can only endure it.

Zhou Qingfeng picked up a dozen grenades and threw them into the window of the 35th Army headquarters one by one. Among them is He Jian's bedroom, if this military commander hadn't run out, he would have been killed on the spot.

It was not until Zhou Qingfeng threw the last grenade into the machine gun position outside the headquarters building that the rainstorm came to an end.

He Jian was so angry that he scolded in the headquarters, there was a reinforced battalion of garrison troops beside him, equipped with the best equipment and personnel, and he was stunned by the turmoil suppressed by a dozen grenades in the dark night.

This is not the end, Zhou Qingfeng felt that throwing grenades was more efficient than shooting, so he went to the streets to touch the corpses and pick up equipment. However, just as he passed a street corner, he saw a car driving in front of him.

The car had its headlights on, illuminating the streets white, and the left and right were crowded with soldiers running along. The car was not fast, and it seemed that it wanted to go out of the city at night. Through the driver's seat, I vaguely saw someone in the back seat.

Uncle Zhou was more than 100 meters away from the car. Without saying a word, he picked up his gun and took aim, continuously pulled the handle to shoot, and fired five bullets out. After the fight, he slipped away and continued to look for a place to pick up grenades.

But not long after he left, the guards guarding the sedan let out a heart-rending shout, as if some big man had been killed!