Captain Maeda leaned back in the chair behind his desk, looking at the saber that he had thrown on the table when he returned, and his face was very bad.

The day before yesterday, I heard that there were eight roads around the county town to raid and plunder, thinking that it was a few fish that slipped through the net, and the troops in the city were empty, so I didn't take it to heart, but I was actually beaten into the city last night, I didn't expect it, I never dreamed of it.

The remaining squad was crippled, the squad leader was killed, and all three groups of machine gunners were dead, with more than half of the casualties; a company of the security forces at the east gate was first touched off by a platoon, and then attacked a platoon head-on, and the remaining remnants were completely frightened by the exchange of fire on the streets last night, and all those who were not injured became wounded soldiers; the security forces at the south gate were blown up by grenadiers, and as a result, they fled more than 20 on the spot, their uniforms were taken off and their guns were thrown away, and the people were gone; as a last resort, Maeda could only divide the two companies of the security forces at the west gate and the north gate plus the two platoons at the south gate, and re-divide them into four parts, two platoons in each direction, and from now on eat and live on the city wall, asking for increased vigilance and wide-eyed eyes, canceling the rotation until the mopping troops return to the city.

Maeda is too lazy to look at the casualties reported by the police force and the detective team, they are all rice buckets, do you have a face to report!

The night battles and the chaotic situation made it difficult to judge the situation on the Eighth Route, and it could only be analyzed by summarizing the situation reported by each battle position after the fact. Considering the scope of the battlefield, the duration of the battle, the firepower of the Eight Routes, the sustained ability, and the degree of resoluteness, Maeda believes that the Eighth Route is at least a company. Although Captain Maeda is a military policeman, he has also fought with the Eighth Road, and he knows how thin the foundation of the Eighth Road is, and based on the firepower and ammunition base of the Eighth Road last night, he feels that the scale of a company is underestimated.

Cleaning the battlefield reported that the Eighth Road left more than 20 corpses, compared to at least one company of troops, their combat effectiveness is still there, and when the troops in the city are so embarrassing, they can continue to wander outside the county like wolves, calmly wreak havoc on the periphery, continue to threaten the empty city defense and wait for an opportunity, or go to ambush the transport team that grabbed grain from the mountains and sent it back, the problem is serious, now not only the people in the city are panicked, the army is disheartened, and the outside of the city is even worse, the 'good people' and traitors are all in danger, and the face of the common prosperity of Greater East Asia has been slapped with a crisp sound.

Where did so many people come from? How did they slip through the blockade line? Are there any loopholes in the blockade line? Will there be any loopholes in the Eighth Route that will continue to infiltrate the currently empty county border and confluence with last night's Eighth Route to plot again? One question after another made Maeda feel upset.

The assistant pushed open the office door and came to the desk to stand upright: "County Magistrate Wang is dead, and someone threw three grenades into his bedroom during the chaos in the city last night. We have now taken over the investigation from the Force. ”

Maeda snorted lightly in his nostrils: "What is there to check, the agency of the Eighth Route has recently entered the city again, and it is just a robbery while it is hot." A wine bag and rice bag, death is death, the first priority at present is the replacement candidate, now is an extraordinary period, can't be messed up, I don't have the energy to organize a big search. ”

The assistant continued: "After the battle in the east of the city, someone tried to sneak into the grain depot in the west of the city and set it on fire, and one person was killed by the guards in the firefight. ”

Maeda frowned and bit his mouth: "Investigate this matter with the death of County Magistrate Wang." Other than that...... Another squad from the gendarmerie will be sent to the grain depot to assist in the defense, and all units and departments will be reminded to strengthen their vigilance from today, especially the transit warehouse. Tell them to reduce their shifts and increase their shifts! I can't send them any more people now!"

"Yes. Other than that...... The Yoshida Trading Company was ransacked in the chaos last night, Mr. Yoshida was killed, and the perpetrators left a bloody note at the scene: "Eight roads are here to leave their names!"

"Yaga-" Maeda's fist finally couldn't help but pound on the table, and the saber on the table jumped.

The assistant was silent for a while, and when he saw that Captain Maeda's breath had stabilized again, he cautiously asked, "Are the three cases merged?"

"It's different!" Maeda, who calmed down again, said: "The people of the Eighth Road will not leave handwriting on the scene, they only do things in a low-key manner, just like killing County Magistrate Wang and trying to burn down the grain depot, without showing off." This is another passer-by, taking the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, and you personally investigate this case. ”

"Yes. One last thing, the content of the telegram to Shaozo ......"

Maeda sighed deeply and got up from his seat: "Telegraph...... I'll take care of it myself. ”

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Wu Yan led a company of villagers who were responsible for covering Dabeizhuang and Xinghua Village, and kept moving, dodging, shifting, and dodging again. From the first day, the task of covering so many people made him dare not close his eyes, he was terrified as if he was walking on thin ice, his sleep time was recorded in hours, his eyes were full of countless lives of displaced people of all ages, day after day, suffering on the verge of collapse, and when he had no choice but to sacrifice the iron egg platoon as bait. When the scouts reported to him that there was no enemy within thirty miles, Wu Yan fainted on the spot and fell asleep.

Attracting a group of devils into a desperate situation, with one of his platoon soldiers, ready to make a final fight against the cliff. But when they desperately built their positions with stones, they did not wait for the enemy to follow. Tie Dan told the warriors that this was the mercy of the mountain god, and the devil must have been lost.

At the beginning of the enemy's sweep, the fourth company was entrusted with a leading combat mission by the regimental commander, and it is known that they are the worst fighting team, I don't know how many dead and wounded, and I don't know where the current position is, because they have been broken into zero, not that they want to be reduced to zero, but they are beaten to zero, the enemy can occasionally search for the escape of the fourth company and the individual soldier was abused to death, and the friendly troops can occasionally encounter the fallen individual soldier of the fourth company to save their lives, in the face of the porridge and water fed and drunk by their comrades, they can't tell where the fourth company is, just crying.

After being the commander of the guard platoon, Xiao C's first battle was to block some of the searched enemies, covering the regimental headquarters, supply office, health team, etc. to transfer hidden locations, and the guard platoon was half lost in the first battle. Now Xiao Bing can only lie on the stretcher carried by the health team and keep moving, all the way to Dr. Zhou, who has no heart and lungs and can still laugh, lamenting that he has not succeeded in his career and his ambition has not been rewarded. The cooking squad was temporarily assigned to the guard platoon, and even Officer Su took the initiative to become a soldier in the guard platoon, and Uncle Niu acted as the platoon commander, always reconnoitring and alerting in the arduous transfer, and at the same time preparing for the next attraction, or helpless to block.

Her neck-length short hair flowed down the side of her hat, fluttering chaotically, her face was covered with dirt, and more than ten days of food and drink were on the verge of crisis, and the sand and dust combined with sweat buried her whiteness.

She had not cleaned up the dust from her uniform, and she forced herself to devote all her energy to the gun behind her, so as to counteract the irritability of her cleanliness, and whenever she felt that she could not stand it, she would wipe the rifle.

The Zhongzheng rifle was behind her, clean and spotless, with a faint metallic luster, as cold as she was. Originally, the person who liked to wipe the gun the most in the independent regiment was Hu Yi, the commander of the ninth platoon, but now it seems that ...... Hu Yi can only rank second.

It was strange that she felt that this rifle had increased her courage, and when this heavy Zhongzheng rifle fell on her shoulder, which was not strong, she always felt that she could hear the overwhelming shock in her mind, forming a force that supported her chest, and for this reason she refused the political commissar's order to follow the health team, and instead asked to enter the guard platoon, but the eclectic comrade regiment commander actually agreed with the political commissar's eyes.

When he picked up the gun, he always inadvertently tried to imitate him, and even though he was a jerk, he felt really ...... when he picked up the gun Anyway, it's different, in that picture, the gun in his hand is alive, and as evil, hideous, and trustworthy as he is...... Why do you think of him again? I just like this gun...... Nothing to do with him!

"Stop!" Uncle Niu, who was walking in front, suddenly raised his hand backwards, and the team of more than ten people immediately crouched down, and Su Qing, who was walking at the end of the line, also jumped out of his mind in an instant, took off the rifle behind him, and loaded the bullet.

Soon after, footsteps appeared, and Wang Xiaosan ran out of the vagueness in front of him, and fell down in front of Uncle Niu in exhaustion and gasped: "I've seen it all...... Call...... There really is no one in the village...... Footprints and ruts, through the Zhuangzi to the east...... I'm exhausted. ”

"Is it really over?" Uncle Niu raised his eyes and looked at the black smoke in the distance ahead, not believing that the devils would withdraw now, and there were still some remote locations that had not been burned by them, would it be over?

"Are you sure they're heading east?"

"I took a turn in the village, and then chased five miles eastward, if it was fake, I wouldn't have to run so far, right?" Wang Xiaosan emphasized his opinion.

"Let's take a look!" Uncle Niu led the team on.

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Most of the crops were harvested, and the lazy puppet army left behind a mess of ridges, and the parts that they did not want to harvest were burned to ashes by their hands, and from a distance it looked like a large area of black spots, more than ten days ago, it was still a large area of golden hope, but now it is full of devastation and unrecognizable.

This is Dabeizhuang, the walls of the empty houses are black, most of the houses have been burned to the roof, the sky is open, more than ten days, some houses still have embers emitting black smoke, everywhere the smell of burning.

The most complete place is two, one is the playground, you can't burn it if you want to, and the pit can be filled in the future, so the devil is not interested in suffering from this, the playground survived, and it is still a playground; the other is the confinement room, the location is the most remote house, the most broken house does not even have windows, it doesn't look like a personal place to live at all, and it burns a ghost, is it idle? It can be seen how good the feng shui of the confinement room is!

No matter how Uncle Niu thinks about it, he thinks this is like a trap, how many generations have he told the story of returning to the horse gun, and it is strange to believe in the mercy of the devil, he stood on the playground and sent three people on the spot, respectively, to the north, east and south to investigate.

Su Qing wiped off the dirt and ash accidentally rubbed on the rifle with the corner of her clothes, put it on her back again, looked at the desolation in all directions, strolled towards the regiment headquarters, and inadvertently, she stopped.

On a wall next to him, there is an inconspicuous chalk drawing the size of a palm, a sheep's head!

The white color of the chalk is clear, which proves that it has just been painted.

She watched quietly for a while, giving up the idea of scraping off the chalk ash, Li Youcai mentioned to her the sheep's head plan, is this sheep's head the sheep's head? If so, it means that the devil is really gone, so ...... If the devil is really gone, then this is it!

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