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The two-day period passed quickly, and after breakfast, the group quietly set out. It's not too close to the location, so it's better to go in advance. Of course, weapons or something will naturally not be placed in obvious places. Each person carried the sack with grass on his back and pretended to be a team of laborers.

There were also trailers, with sacks on the outside and long and short weapons on the inside. At noon, sure enough, a group of puppet soldiers came over. And Yan Hanshui, these people are also dressed up as very ugly village girls, and others can't see whether they look good or not.

And those men are all strong upper bodies, and several girls are blushing but they all pretend not to see it. A group of people were eating bread and drinking water in the wild. Those puppet soldiers can't afford to follow a group of countrymen, after all, there is no money or not, and there is no benefit, so the puppet army is too lazy to look at such a group of mud legs.

Sure enough, at noon, more than a dozen puppet soldiers came here with more than 100 prisoners and two foreign journalists. Of the more than 100 captives, at least half were wearing the uniforms of the Fruit Army, and the rest were probably civilians who had been captured from nowhere. Yan Hanshui looked at it, and she didn't know what this group of people were going to do with these captives.

But there are two foreign journalists here, at least they will not go to slaughter them to add to the tongue of the West. Yan Hanshui's estimate was right, these people were shown to this foreign reporter, proving that they had captured the entire Jining area.

These people are also passing by here, and Lijiazhuang is also occupied by the puppet army, and when they learned that there were reporters, they sent more than ten people to help. plus the original escorts, a total of more than 30 people.

Yan Hanshui stuffed a Wang Ba shell in his waist, and then whispered to the rest of the people: "I will say that I will do it, and directly take out my weapon to surround them." Girl, the two of us will sneak over for a while and get that heavy under control. The rest of the people deal with the rest of the puppet army, mainly intimidating. You can shoot, but if the enemy gives up resistance, don't do it again. ”

"The puppet army is just a mess, especially the puppet army in this fort, which has lower combat effectiveness. Don't be nervous, you can't die. Yan Hanshui cheered up his subordinates, and then with Tu Yu, the two girls approached the puppet army team in a leisurely manner. It was already noon, everyone was resting, and the two reporters were drinking water from the kettle and talking to each other. The reporter is a man and a woman, the woman seems to be the main force, and the man is a bag. And obviously a western face, of course, this has nothing to do with the smoke and cold water, and she doesn't understand English.

It would be a miracle if a thug could speak English. Yan Hanshui laughed at himself, and then dressed as a village girl and came to the army's only machine gun. The scientific name of this machine gun is called the Type 11 light machine gun, which is commonly known as the crooked handle machine gun. Yan Hanshui only knew that this thing was a machine gun, and he really didn't understand the model. This thing is not a good thing, the regular army of the TG has never been equipped with it back then, it is only equipped by the guerrillas. But at least it's a machine gun, and that's enough.

Those puppet soldiers didn't care at all, but they looked at Yan Hanshui viciously: "Get out, this is not where you came from." After saying that, he threw a stone at the smoke and cold water.

Yan Hanshui said in a hoarse voice: "Master Jun, it's okay, give it to stutter." Yan Hanshui didn't retreat at all, and took a few steps forward.

"Get out, this is to receive foreigners, you village woman, come here to join in the fun." As soon as the puppet army saw this, they planned to come over and drive away the smoke and cold water.

To put it bluntly, Yan Hanshui is also waiting for this opportunity, she plans to subdue the machine gunner, and then control the machine gun to finish the team. The more than 100 captives were also lying on the ground in frustration, and they had no strength to resist in the face of more than 30 people. Just when that puppet army approached Yan Hanshui, and Yan Hanshui was also ready to make a move. Suddenly, a half-baked Chinese came in: "Hello..." The kind of bite is very heavy, obviously not a Chinese accent.

Yan Hanshui and the soldier looked to the side, and the foreign reporter actually came to their side. "You... Hello..."Yan Hanshui said inarticulately, giving others a scared look. The soldier was about to drive away the smoke and cold water, but saw the reporter go and talk to her. The soldier stood not far away, and then glared at the cold water with a strong glare. The soldier thought to himself, just to make trouble for me, and when the reporter leaves, I will make you look good.

Talking to this reporter, the smoke and cold water and the tutu slowly approached the machine gun. "But, take, give, me, a little, what do you eat?" Yan Hanshui also spoke word by word, otherwise she felt that this reporter might not understand.

"Okay...", the female reporter is still a little caring. He nodded, and then in English, shouted to his companion not far away, asking him to bring a piece of dry bread. That's what these reporters actually eat, after all, in a war-torn place like China, it's good to have something to eat.

Seeing Yan Hanshui stuffing food into her mouth indiscriminately, the reporter smiled at her and was very friendly. "May I ask you a few questions?" The reporter said to the smoke and cold water.

Yan Hanshui was stunned for a moment, and then complained in his heart: "The first time I was interviewed in my life was in 1938. ”

"Well... Just ask. Yan Hanshui was not polite, she also wanted to see what questions the female reporter wanted to ask. Tu Yu on the side made a gesture to the white sandalwood, asking her to tell her subordinates not to worry. Anyway, Yan Hanshui has already explained just now, and the action will only begin after she does it.

Yan Hanshui ate this bread in one bite, and smiled at the puppet army: "Get me saliva to drink, you can't be embarrassed in front of foreign friends." ”

"Made—" The puppet soldier looked unhappy, but still went to get some water for Yan Hanshui. I don't know whose kettle it threw at her. But taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Hanshui was less than a meter away from the machine gun.

I opened the kettle, and I didn't rush to drink the cold water. She smiled at the reporter: "Okay, you ask." Yan Hanshui's eyes lit up, which surprised the reporter. All of a sudden, this woman didn't feel any fear at all.

For the sake of professional habits, of course. She still asked the male reporter to come over and take a picture of the smoke and cold water. After all, this is a record of refugees in this country, and in her eyes, Yan Hanshui is indeed a refugee. "Hello, how old are you?" This was the first thing this reporter said when he asked about Yan Hanshui.