From eight o'clock to twelve o'clock at night, Zhou Qingfeng was running around in Changsha City. He ran fast, had good physical strength, slipped through the streets, climbed over walls and houses, and was full of battlefields.

Ordinary people huddled in the house and were frightened, but their lives were not in danger. The big men in the streets were miserable, the attacks were everywhere, and the slightest disturbance would provoke heavy gunfire.

All these gunshots were aimless, just to embolden. ** Officers and soldiers no longer dare to stay in the empty streets, and have retreated into the buildings of key departments. If the psychological pressure is greater, there is a possibility of collapse.

The divisions of He Jian's 35 th Army were scattered and stationed in various parts of Hunan, and the only troops staying in Changsha were troops directly under the army. In order to suppress the situation, he had ordered the mobilization of troops outside the city to 'quell the rebellion' or 'suppression'.

The dignitaries and bigwigs of all walks of life in the city cowered in the well-guarded office buildings and even basements, cursing or frightened, at a loss. At the same time, a bad news struck - Changsha is ownerless, Hunan is ownerless.

He Jian shrank in the military headquarters, and when he learned of this, he jumped to his feet and scolded. If it was normal, he would also want to try to compete for the leader of Hunan Province, but it is really not the right time at the moment. He grabbed the neck of the messenger who came to report the news, and asked angrily:

"It's been a long time since we fought, and we don't even know who is beating us outside? Didn't you kill the other party and capture a few prisoners? You don't even have what it takes? ”

The headquarters gathered the commanders of the units directly under the army, but they were helpless one by one. Just now, Liu Jianxu, the deputy commander of the army, personally took the men and horses of the pistol battalion directly under him to the town, but there was no good result.

This is the best-equipped battalion in the whole army, with 20-round 'mirror boxes' for officers and 'flower traps' for large soldiers. This elite is usually used to supervise the war or gnaw hard bones, and the deputy commander who was forced today personally led the team.

But such a strong army, I didn't walk a few steps out of the door with a torch, and I was hugged by someone like a ghost and lost a wave of hands ****.

The person who lost his hand **** was bad, he didn't know what building he was hiding in, and all the **** hands he threw down were blown up. A company of pistol regiments passing through the streets exploded.

When the company retreated and counted the casualties, no one could tell where the enemy was. Deputy Army Commander Liu felt embarrassed, stood under a wall behind the street and slapped the company commander severely, scolding the other party for being a waste and demanding military justice.

The deputy commander has a high status, and the torches lit by his side are all bright, and the scolding is even louder than half the street. But when he slapped him a few times happily, a crisp gunshot burst out of the darkness.

The shot was aimed at the chest, but it hit Liu Jianxu's neck. The bullet cut open the epidermis of the neck of the deputy commander, tearing all the blood vessels and muscular fascia inside, and blood gushed outward under the pressure of the heart.

The guards suddenly screamed, hugged the deputy commander and quickly ran towards the headquarters. Just when I ran back, I saw that the deputy commander was bleeding too much and was already hanging.

With such an example, He Jian could only transfer the pistol regiment back to hold the headquarters. Now either wait for the large army outside the city to enter the city, or wait for the dawn to see the situation clearly, and die anyway.

It's just that He Junchang can't come out, which doesn't mean that Zhou Qingfeng won't make trouble at night.

Decades later, people are accustomed to the city being lit up at night. But nearly 100 years ago, when even flashlights were not popular, it was normal for the night to be dark and dark.

Zhou Qingfeng had tasted the bitterness of 'blindness' when he was in the Black Forest, and knew that soldiers were very easy to lose control and collapse in the dark. Constant death will also magnify this emotion a hundredfold and cause even greater damage.

The west of Changsha is close to the Xiangjiang River, and because of the convenience of water transportation, the west of the city is full of wharves and warehouses. The quartermaster office of the 35th Army was also on the west side of Zhongshan Road, near the city wall.

Like the vital departments, the warehouses of the Quartermaster Department are heavily guarded. The high wall is equipped with barbed wire, which was originally electrified, but now there is no electricity. The patrol not only has a 'flower mechanism,' but is also equipped with a few 'Maxim' heavy machine guns, which are rare in the whole army.

However, this could not prevent a single bullet from firing in the dark, and after the Heavy was called one by one, the guards of the warehouse realized that they should extinguish the torches for the lighting. But when the torches were extinguished, they themselves could not see anything.

The warehouse was guarded by a battalion. Just as they were about to hold out, they heard someone outside shouting, "Brother in the warehouse, let's be considerate of each other."

I won't go in and fight with you, and you don't have to be brainless. Give me some explosives and ****, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, I'll throw my hand into the warehouse and blow you up to the sky. ”

In order to show that he is indeed capable of causing damage to the warehouse, a hand **** that did not pull the string smashed into the window of the warehouse security room accurately from the night.

The ** battalion commander guarding the warehouse was still cheering up his subordinates, and the broken window startled him. When he saw the hand **** rolling at his feet, he lay on the ground and quickly climbed out a few meters away.

When he found that the **** did not explode, the warehouse battalion commander immediately reversed his attitude and shouted loudly from outside the warehouse: "Brother outside, you have something to say." I'm a munitions depot here, and I'm going to fight with you if I'm in a hurry. ”

"Give me a hundred kilograms of explosives and ****. Otherwise, my next **** hand is to pull the string. The voice in the darkness was loud and intimidating, "I know where you are hiding, don't kill yourself." ”

A hundred kilograms of explosives? Who is this trying to bomb?

The battalion commander of the warehouse thought twice and sent a subordinate to stand at the door of the warehouse to come out to negotiate.

Want explosives?

No.

An army's munitions warehouse will run out of explosives?

I'm sorry, this 35th Army is a super big motley, and it depends on He Jian to win over the troops everywhere. There really wasn't any explosives in the warehouse. There are mainly weapons and ammunition, military uniforms and food here, and even military salaries are not here.

"Brother outside, do you want to take a machine gun and go? The German-made MG08 machine gun was purchased from abroad only last month by our army commander. I'll get you two boxes of bullets, plus ten quick guns. ”

The MG08 machine gun is good, but too bulky. The machine gun with a tripod weighed sixty-two kilograms. Zhou Qingfeng carried it, but don't forget that there are no bullets. If you add bullets, it is really enough to choke, and it is too inconvenient to carry.

After careful consideration, Zhou Qingfeng asked for a nine-millimeter pistol bullet and a seven-nine round bullet. One for the 'Bergman' submachine gun, one for the 'old sleeve', a thousand rounds each. Plus twenty more hands ****.

Combined, these ammunition weighed tens of kilograms.

The two sides reached an agreement, and the battalion commander of the warehouse was surprised that Zhou Qingfeng didn't want a heavy machine gun. But he asked his men to take out several large boxes of ammunition as if he were sending a plague.

They are all long wooden boxes, made by the Hanyang Arsenal, and they are sturdy and sturdy, that is, they are very heavy. The battalion soldiers of the warehouse placed the box behind the building 100 meters away as instructed, and Zhou Qingfeng came out to carry the box away.

It's not for nothing.