Chapter 422: The Role of Surrendering Troops!
As long as there was a fire, and the weather in May was not particularly cold, the soldiers near the campfire emitted white gas, that is, their soaked clothes were being dried, and their foreheads began to sweat, and soon warmed up.
"Why are you being traitors?"
Zhang Chuan asked the two soldiers who were squatting on the ground.
"It's the chief's decision, and if you don't obey, you'll die."
"We don't want to, we've been working with devils for so long, no one wants to, but everyone doesn't want to die, especially such a way of death."
The two soldiers' answers were fundamentally different, they had different grievances, which is why they surrendered so quickly.
"Sir, can you tell Camp Commander Feng? We want to fight the Japanese, we can still fight. ”
One soldier hesitated, but spoke his thoughts.
"Why don't you come to Wuxiang Temple during the day, if you come, you will definitely enter our ranks, but now it's different, you are prisoners, and you are traitors; You have passed the battalion commander's grace period. ”
Zhang Chuan shook his head, indicating that there was nothing he could do.
"Please, sir!"
"Sir, it's not that we don't want to leave during the day, but we can't go at all, and we'll die."
"Sir, I have a message that you can let us into the team?"
The two took turns talking, and when a soldier said the news, Zhang Chuan stretched out his hand to signal a stop.
"What's the news? Tell me about it? ”
Zhang Chuan asked.
"Can you call the shots?"
The soldier asked expectantly, this was his last bargaining chip, and he didn't want to say it so easily.
"I hope you didn't lie to me."
Zhang Chuan pointed at the soldier, then stood up.
"If any of you have warmed up, go and take over the battalion commander."
Zhang Chuan asked the brothers by the fire.
"Platoon commander, I'll go."
"Me."
……
As soon as Zhang Chuan's words fell, more than a dozen brothers stood up.
"You come with me."
Zhang Chuan casually pointed to a brother with a rifle, then stood up and walked to the bottom of the watchtower.
"Battalion commander, there is a situation, you come down for a while."
Zhang Chuan shouted Feng Yi.
"What's the situation?"
Feng Yi slipped down the watchtower, watched a brother climb up, and asked Zhang Chuan.
"Here, those two soldiers who surrendered want to exchange information for a chance to join the team."
Zhang Chuan pointed to the two soldiers squatting next to the campfire.
"I'm Feng Yi, what's the news, let's talk!"
Feeling the warmth of the firelight, Feng Yi frowned and asked the two soldiers.
"Sir, if you want to get those Japanese, you have to act quickly, or you will be found out soon."
The soldier who opened his mouth pointed in the direction of the White Tiger Hall.
"Do you have an agreement?"
Feng Yi frowned and asked the soldier.
"No, it's just that they're running out of food, and according to the company commander's practice, they will definitely have to be sentry, maybe the officer will bring the sentry brother over soon."
"Now except for the front and back mountain road and the two of us, all the people are there, you can serve it in one pot."
……
The two soldiers took turns talking, saying everything they knew about the soldiers.
"Okay, you two can join the team."
"Give them back the gun."
"Let the brethren prepare, and act in five minutes."
Feng Ye decided to believe these two soldiers, it is better to act now than to stay here until the early hours of the morning, according to what these two soldiers said, now is indeed the best time to act.
"Let's go!"
Feng Yi quickly warmed up his body with the help of the bonfire, and then waved his hand, and more than fifty brothers set off in a row, towards the White Tiger Hall where a large number of bonfires were burning.
"They're coming!"
On the tree, the second senior brother pointed to the darkness and smiled, he could feel that there were a large number of people passing by, this was the place where he had stayed since he was a child, he was too familiar with everything in the mountain.
"Go back and tell the big shopkeeper that Feng Ye has done it; Li Yan could not escape death. ”
The second brother smiled and instructed one of the brothers to return along the road.
"Hmm!"
The bandit nodded, slipped down from the trees, and disappeared into the darkness of the mountain forest.
"Zhang Chuan, you take twenty brothers and go from this side, and I will take the brothers from this side and fence this place."
"Remember, anyone who wants to run and dares to shoot and resist will be killed."
Feng Yi stopped, beckoned Zhang Chuan, and began to arrange the action.
"Battalion commander, when will you do it?"
Looking at the crooked soldiers sitting on Lawn Mountain, Zhang Chuan couldn't wait to do it immediately, rushed in, and broke through them all with fast and slow machines.
"Wait for my order, before the order is given, only kill those who run away and shoot to resist, without an order, it is strictly forbidden to charge."
Feng Yi patiently recounted, and Zhang Chuan kept nodding.
"Up!"
Around the cottage houses, fifty brothers ran in a circle, dodging the campfires, then raised their guns and waited for orders.
But there were still too many campfires for their fifty brethren to surround them, for there were still sentinels outside, and there was more than one.
"Whew!"
Looking at the White Tiger Hall in the distance, Feng Ye felt that he had to narrow the encirclement, but then he had to face the sentinels.
"Tell Zhang Chuan, kill all the sentinels and narrow the encirclement."
Feng Ye made up his mind and began to attack.
"Sir, let the two of us go, they'll surrender."
Two soldiers who had surrendered stood up, and they wanted to persuade them to surrender.
"If you fail, or run back and wait for your soldiers to have countless bullets, do you still want to go?"
Feng Yi shook the rifle in his hand and reminded the two surrenderers.
"Sir, we won't go back to being traitors, and many brothers don't want to be traitors either, and if we fail, we will do it ourselves to kill those who don't want to surrender."
"We failed, and the chief can shoot at will."
The two soldiers nodded, they still decided to persuade them to surrender, they were all brothers from a company, and even many of them were fellow villagers, and they didn't want to die on the charge of traitors in their reports.
"Go ahead!"
Feng Yi nodded and let the two soldiers go on their own, while he changed the order, and asked the soldiers who gave the order to inform Zhang Chuan and the brothers that as soon as they heard the gunshots, they would open fire freely and kill the sentry.
"Ready!"
Seeing that the two soldiers were about to enter the campfire, Feng Yi and his five brothers followed behind the two men and raised their guns.
"Click!"
"Click!"
The sound of the bolt being pulled continued, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed at the two men and the two sentries.
In Feng Ng's sniper scope, the two soldiers kept talking, and then pointed in Feng Ng's direction, which made Feng Que feel very nervous.
But what worried Feng Ye did not happen, the sentry waved his hand, and two more soldiers appeared from the darkness, and then rushed towards Feng Ye in unison.
"Sir, we surrender."
The soldiers who came over nodded and took the initiative to hand over their weapons.
"Take it, stay here and be on guard; You, follow them. ”
Feng pointed to a brother and asked him to come over.
"How many sentry posts are there around here?"
Feng Yi pointed to the White Tiger Hall and asked.
"There are four of them, and the light and dark are not far apart."
The soldiers pointed to the four of them, indicating that the four men were a group of sentry posts.
"You two are good, do you dare to go to the next outpost?"
Feng Yi smiled and looked at the two soldiers, he now completely believed in these two people.
"Sir, make sure you get the job done."
The two soldiers nodded excitedly, being recognized and accepted by the new commander meant that the two of them could integrate in faster and become one of them, which was much better than them stupidly following the team to attack, because then they didn't have the slightest sense of existence.