Before dawn, heavy and dense footsteps walked through the potholed streets of Zhangjiaji, alarming the domesticated watchdogs of the residents on both sides and barking one after another.

"What's going on?"

At the gate of Zhangjia at the east end of Zhangjiaji, two sentries of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade holding guns and leaning on guns were also alarmed by the barking of dogs, and they were completely sleepy, and raised their eyes vigilantly to look at the dark streets to the west.

"It can't be a devil who touched it, right?"

Hearing the barking of dogs, a tall and thin sentry grabbed the gun in his hand and spoke a little unpleasantly.

A few months ago, they had a fight with the devils who went to the countryside to sweep up, and the devils' accurate marksmanship and skillful tactical cooperation made them suffer a big loss.

Nearly 1,000 people were beaten to pieces by dozens of devils, most of them were killed and injured, and they still remember it vividly, and the tough and ferocious devils have left a shadow in their hearts.

"No, no, don't scare yourself, the devil is now a shrinking turtle in Qinghe Town, how can he come to Zhangjiaji."

Another stocky sentry swallowed his saliva with his gun in his hand, staring at the dark street, and shuddering.

"Looks like someone is coming." Hearing footsteps in the darkness, the tall and thin sentry pointed his gun flat into the darkness, as if facing a great enemy.

The short and fat sentry also heard the movement in the darkness, hurriedly pulled the bolt of the gun, and shouted coldly into the darkness: "What person?!" ”

"Of our 3rd guerrilla detachment."

Someone answered in the darkness, and footsteps came closer.

Hearing that it was a guerrilla, the two sentries of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade glanced at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes, the guerrillas didn't sleep this night, what were they doing here?

While the two sentries were hesitating to go into the house to report to the sleeping deputy captain Hu Biao, Yang Ling and the others had already come out of the darkness and walked towards the two sentries of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade.

In the dim light of the two lanterns hanging from the gate, the two sentries could see clearly these guerrilla officers and soldiers in neat military uniforms pouring out of the darkness, and they were also slightly relieved that they were indeed guerrillas.

After all, the chairman of the Chongqing National Committee classified guerrilla warfare as a category of regular warfare, and guerrilla units must also be formally trained troops, which require a complete organizational structure, a neat military appearance, and must be distinguished from special forces, militia groups, and other miscellaneous armed forces.

Although the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was subordinate to the command of the Ninth Guerrilla Column, it was because it was born as a bandit and had not undergone any formal training, so it was difficult for it to obtain the glorious title of guerrilla.

Judging from the military uniforms, the person who came was indeed a member of the Third Guerrilla Detachment, but seeing Yang Ling's murderous appearance, they still felt a strong sense of oppression.

"You go and inform Brother Hu, and say that the people from the Third Guerrilla Detachment are coming."

Seeing that the guerrillas were loaded with guns and ammunition, the short and fat sentry hurriedly pushed the tall and thin sentry next to him, winking at him.

"It turned out to be a brother of the Third Guerrilla Detachment, I don't know what you are doing here late at night?" The stocky sentry tried to stall for time, but stepped forward and spoke.

"Lao Tzu doesn't have time to talk nonsense with you, get out of the way!" The king's beard stepped forward and pushed away the short and fat sentry blocking the doorway, and was about to break inside.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The short and fat sentry was pushed away by Wang Huzi, and when he saw Wang Huzi's menacing Yang Ling, he shouted.

"You're yelling again, believe it or not, I shot you?"

As soon as the stocky sentry shouted, a swarthy barrel was already pressed against his head, and it was a young man with a fierce face who spoke.

And when the short and fat sentry was controlled, the tall and thin sentry who was about to go to the sleeping Hu Biao to report the situation was also controlled by the two brothers who chased after him.

"Don't, don't get me wrong, watch out for the gun."

In the face of the cold muzzle, the short and fat sentry soul was frightened, where did he dare to move, and while speaking, the gun in his hand was also dragged away by the guerrillas, but now he did not dare to resist and let it be disarmed.

Yang Ling didn't pay attention to the people of the National Salvation Brigade against Japan at all, so he came over directly, who knew that he still looked down on them, and he dared to sleep with just two sentries at the door.

"Where do your people sleep?" Yang Ling's knife-like gaze fell on the short and fat sentry who was under control, and asked.

The Humpty Dumpty Sentinel didn't know what was going on, but now that the muzzle of the gun was against his head, he could only answer 1510: "They are all sleeping in the backyard." ”

Yang Ling waved at Wang Huzi, and Wang Huzi led the brothers through the corridor and went straight to the backyard.

Hu Biao's people occupied the magpie's nest and slept in the backyard, while the people of the Zhang family were driven to the front yard to sleep, and they wanted to go out to see when they heard the movement.

"Stay quiet, it's none of your business." As soon as the Zhang family opened the door, they were blocked back into the house by armed guerrillas.

The brothers were not prepared to hide their tracks, after all, it was not enough to deal with such a rabble as the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade.

So the movement outside was still noticed by Hu Biao, who was sleeping in the backyard.

"Damn, what's the noise outside, and you won't let people sleep!"

Hu Biao slept soundly, and was woken up by the sound of talking and footsteps outside, and scolded at the top of his throat.

But as soon as he scolded twice, he felt that something was wrong, and under the faint light of the lantern outside, there seemed to be many people breaking into the backyard.

Just as Hu Biao reached out to grab the short gun under the pillow, the wooden door where he slept was banged open by brute force with a bang, and the finely carved wooden door was smashed into several pieces.

"Don't move! Shoot again! ”

Hu Biao was bouncing off the bed with a short gun, and the people who rushed into the room kicked him over, and then held him down, and in his struggle, the short gun was also taken away.

"Damn, who are you, Lao Tzu is the deputy captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade!"

Hu Biao was held down and walked out, he was also panicked, and hurriedly struggled and shouted, but he couldn't see clearly in the dark, and he didn't know who the person who broke into the house was.

When he reached the courtyard, by the light of the lantern outside, he realized that his people were being carried out with guns low.

The more than 40 members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade were sleeping in Zhengxiang when they broke into the door, and before they could resist, they were put guns to their heads and detained in disheveled clothes.

"Are you guerrillas?" Hu Biao also noticed Wang Huzi's military uniform.

"Brother, brother, I am Major Hu Biao, the deputy captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, we are our own people, is there any misunderstanding between us."

Seeing Wang Huzi standing there commanding, Hu Biao also hurriedly shouted Pan Guan.

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, we'll find out later." Wang Huzi looked at Hu Biao, who was not wearing any clothes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer: "Take it out!" ”

"Hey, you can't do this, we are friendly forces, you are attacking friendly forces, I will sue you to the column commander!" Hu Biao was also in a hurry.

But no matter how much he shouted and threatened, the brothers who carried out the arrest mission did not move, and dragged them out one by one.

"Damn, let us go quickly, otherwise our National Salvation Brigade won't be able to spare you guerrillas at that time!" The strong man with Scar also struggled to make a loud threat.

"Shut up Lao Tzu, you!"

The strong man with the scar didn't say a few words, and the butt of the gun smashed down, and his face was immediately covered with blood.

The brothers of the guerrillas despise these bandits and bullies who are rampant in the township, and now that they have committed murder in the Qian family, they will naturally not be polite.

These people who resisted a little in the process of arrest, the brothers kicked when they raised their feet, and they often greeted them with the butts of their guns.