At the beginning of the lanterns, it was the time when the largest restaurant in Zhangjiakou - Zuixian Lou was visiting. In the drunken fairy building, there are noisy people, and there are two floors up and down; The guests were almost full, and five or six shopkeepers were shuttling back and forth, busily delivering dishes and drinks to each table. They were tired and sweaty, and there was a thriving business.

The business is so prosperous, but the owner of the restaurant has no happy look on his face, and he has been sitting on the edge of the counter and smoking, looking preoccupied.

At this time, there was a sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping outside the door, and suddenly seven or eight big men came in. One color of black clothes and black pants, a wide belt tied around the waist, each carrying a box cannon on his back, the first one was in his twenties, wearing a Japanese military cap, wearing Japanese officer's high-waisted leather boots, at first glance he was a traitor, with a cigarette in his mouth, and his face was full of violence.

As soon as he entered the door, this guy shouted loudly: "Old Liutou, three days are up, how is it, are you willing to sell the restaurant to me?" ”

This shout was heard clearly by the people in the restaurant, and the upstairs and downstairs were suddenly silent. People recognized that this guy was a ruffian in Zhangjiakou, named Ma San. This boy has always cut off the graves, kicked the widow's door, and did everything but good deeds. In the past few months, I don't know how to catch up with Masao Watanabe, this kid is not a few years younger than Masao Watanabe, but he thinks Masao Watanabe is his godfather. So he immediately changed his body, got the name of a security captain, and gathered twenty or thirty people under his command, and since then it has intensified, turning over all kinds of tricks to scourge the common people, and being afraid of the ferocity of the Japanese, people dare not speak out. Now, this guy has actually hit the idea of the drunken immortal building, and people can't help but secretly worry about the restaurant owner.

The owner of the restaurant hurriedly walked over with a cigarette pouch, nodded and said, "Master Ma, you work hard, Master Ma, you sit upstairs." Little two, serve tea ......"

But Ma San didn't take this stubble at all, waved his hand and tilted his head and said: "Don't talk nonsense, old willow, you give a happy word, do you sell this restaurant or not!" ”

The owner of the restaurant was about to cry, and he bowed down again and again and said: "Ma Ye, you raise your noble hand, the small shop has been handed down from your ancestors, and it can never be sold......"

"What?" When Ma San heard this, he was furious, smashed the cigarette butt in his hand, reached out and grabbed the collar of the restaurant owner, took out a box and pointed at his head and scolded: "Don't fucking know what to do, Ma Ye I want to buy your restaurant, I can afford you, you dare to say that you don't sell it, I see if you are tired?" ”

The owner of the restaurant was so frightened that his face turned blue, and he said again and again: "Ma Ye is angry, Ma Ye is angry, the small shop really can't be sold." ”

"Fuck you." Ma San pushed the restaurant owner to the ground at once, turned around and shouted, "Brothers, smash this restaurant for me!" ”

The six big men behind him agreed, reached out and picked up the stool and smashed it everywhere. The diners who were eating were frightened, and you rushed out of the door for fear of unjustified disaster.

In the blink of an eye, the upstairs and downstairs ran clean, Ma San laughed happily, stopped his subordinates from smashing, looked around at the restaurant, and said proudly: "Old Liutou, I don't see if you sell this restaurant." ”

When I turned my head, I saw that there was another person at the table in the corner, wearing a long shirt and a top hat, pouring himself a drink, eating and drinking. Ma San's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he said in a weird manner: "Yo, why is there still a person who doesn't have long eyes here?" ”

This person is Ye Hang, who caused a big explosion and blew up the Watanabe Brigade without leaving a chicken. Thinking that Watanabe must still have left-behind personnel in Zhangjiakou, he decided to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, so he came all the way to Zhangjiakou. When I found the barracks, I saw that there were indeed left-behind troops, but there were not many people, it seemed that there were only sixty or seventy people, a team, these few people, Ye Hang didn't pay attention to them at all. I made up my mind to start in the middle of the night, so I first found a place to eat and rest, which really tired him these days. I heard that the drunken duck in the drunken fairy building is good, so I came here, who would have thought that I would meet someone who bought a restaurant.

The people around Ma San heard Ma Sanyi say, and immediately a person picked up the box cannon and walked over menacingly, raising his hand to fight. But halfway through the hand, Ye Hang grabbed his hand and neck, pressed it on the table, and inserted the chopsticks in his right hand, and the chopsticks penetrated the palm of his hand at once, nailing the guy's palm firmly to the table.

This guy screamed "Mom", jumped on his feet in pain, and cried and scolded. Ye Hang ignored him and continued to drink, in fact, he drank just to make a show, and if he still acted at night, he would also make a small glass of wine.

Ma San looked at it and shouted: "It's the opposite, it's the opposite." Brothers, catch this short-eyed bastard and send him to the security team, and we buddies will wait for him! As he spoke, he rushed over with five of his men carrying guns.

Before he could get closer, the wine glass in Ye Hang's hand flew out "suddenly" and smashed on the bridge of Ma San's nose, breaking the bridge of his nose at once, Ma San screamed, lay on the ground, covered his nose and rolled around.

The remaining five people looked bad and raised their guns to shoot. Ye Hang had already prepared, he picked up the stool and smashed it, knocked down two of them at once, and his body jumped out like a leopard, smashing the front one upside down with one punch, and the remaining two were stupid, standing there with a gun, not knowing what to do. Ye Hang casually took away the snatch in their hands, grabbed their hands holding guns and pressed them on the table, grabbed a handful of chopsticks and nailed the two hands together, these two hands were wasted, more than a dozen chopsticks were inserted, and they were all tied into rotten tomatoes, and the two guys howled together.

Looking back at the hotel owner, he was already frightened, lying on the ground, Xiao Er had run away in the morning, shook his head with a smile, put away the guns and bullets on the seven guys, and put them on the table, the seven box cannons were almost all new, all of them were Mauser twenty rings, and there was a blue light under the light, and there were more than 200 bullets.

Ye Hang looked at the gun and said in his heart: "Good gun." "These guns are just right for him, although his Desert Eagle is easy to use, but I didn't expect the recoil to be too large, although the lethality is high, but it is not very practical, the magazine capacity is small, and the mall does not buy pistol magazines. Japan's southern-style pistols are too rubbish and can be called the worst pistol in the history of World War II, so this Mauser, commonly known as box guns and shell guns, has become the best choice. After this kind of gun Mauser company developed, it became a chicken rib in Germany, because the recoil force was too large, and the muzzle jumped up and down sharply, and when one shot, the muzzle was facing the sky, and the future bullets did not know where to go. But I didn't expect this kind of gun to shine in China, just change the shooting posture of the gun, give up the front sight on the gun, put the gun flat, and use the recoil of the gun to make twenty rounds of a fan, like a small machine gun. China imported nearly 200,000 guns from China before and after, so bullets are not a problem at all. This gun is also the favorite weapon of bandits, horse thieves, and guerrillas, and the fast and slow machine mentioned in "Railway Guerrillas" is this kind of gun.

Ye Hang grabbed a tablecloth, put a pack of guns and bullets, carried it in his hand, took out a knife, and rewarded one person with a knife, these guys are traitors at a glance, Ye Hang will never be polite to traitors. These guys have given more than 70 points of experience, and more than 800 GPs are not bad.

Back at the hotel booked in advance, Ye Hang took out the gun and picked it out, picked out two of the best ones, and left the rest with magazines and threw them all into the sewer.

The night was getting deeper, and snowflakes were floating in the air, Ye Hang changed into a night suit, stuck a pistol into a quick holster on his leg, two box guns and a bayonet into his waist, put on his backpack, and jumped out of the window of the hotel. The streets were dark and empty. He did not walk the streets, but walked through the alleys and ran quickly to the Japanese military camp.

The lax defense of the Japanese military camp made Ye Hang angry. In the dim light, the only two sentries were gone, and they quietly leaned over to find that these two guys were running in the watchtower, sleeping soundly back to back.

Ye Hang was overjoyed, he would never think that it was not difficult to kill Japanese devils, they were all honestly lined up to be slaughtered, so it was good. He gently opened the door of the watchtower, and without waiting for the two fellows to wake up, he cut the neck of the one on the right with a knife, and at the same time stretched out his left hand, and crushed the throat of the one on the left at once.

The devil's barracks is very large, it looks like a school, but it is much larger than the barracks in Zhangbei, and there are many more houses, and the team left by the devils lives in the front row.

Ye Hang approached the door and listened with his ears, inside gritting his teeth, farting, snoring, and talking in his dreams, there was a mess of noise, and the little devil slept really soundly.

Gently opened the door, flashed into the house, and gently closed the door, with the faint light from the gate, Ye Hang touched a devil closest to the door, covered his mouth with his left hand, turned his head slightly, and the bayonet in his right hand pierced into the back of his head, penetrating the brain.

In less than five minutes, all the thirty or so devils in a room were killed, stretched, moved their muscles and bones, and quietly entered the next room to continue killing.

One knife at a time, faster than killing chickens. In less than half an hour, counting the two at the door, a total of sixty-seven devils, all of them were cleaned up.

I also went up one level and looked at my personal information

Military rank: Corporal 4

Experience: 45070

GP：150000

CF：13600

It's not bad, I took another look at the mall or those things, because now the guns and ammunition are still enough Ye Hang doesn't plan to buy them anymore, long-distance sniping with cannons is enough, as for the three-eight big cover of the little devil at close range, it is also a good choice, the main thing is that the bullets don't need to spend GP to buy, and they don't feel distressed if they run out and throw them away.

Exiting the system and looking at the slaughterhouse, Ye Hang only felt indescribably comfortable, this killing little devil is his mother's cool. In the past, when I heard my grandfather say how to kill the Yankees, Ye Hang was very envious, but now hehehe... Ye Hang's grandfather did not participate in the War of Resistance Against Japan, which was also a lifelong regret of the old man, and let him be a little kid who could just walk at the time, and let his grandson make up for him.

After a while, he took out a kill order, shook his hand and stuck a bayonet in the squad leader's head. He came out to look for Watanabe's room, he was busy in the middle of the night, trying to find a place to rest, and Watanabe's room was definitely the most comfortable.

I quickly found a place, the door was not locked, I pushed the door in, found the switch, turned on the light, Watanabe's office was not much stronger than Yan Wu Jiro's, a table and a bed, but the table was a little bigger than Yan Wu Jiro's, and a map on the wall was the same as the one I took at Yan Wu Jiro.

Sitting on Watanabe's chair, rummaging through the drawer for a while, he turned out a cashier's note from Citibank of the United States, a full 400,000 dollars. Ye Hang was happy all of a sudden, Watanabe, this guy is better at looting than Yan Wujiro, but it's a pity that they are all cheaper, Lao Tzu, you two dead ghosts, don't be angry, haha.

I washed my face, lay on Watanabe's bed, played with the thick promissory note in my hand, and thought to myself: I didn't worry about food and clothing at home before, and I didn't take money too seriously, how did I cross over here, looking at this mere hundreds of thousands of dollars, it was like picking up a treasure, it seems that I am still stronger than people. Do the math, Yan Wujiro's ocean, gold bars or something add up to about 100,000 US dollars, plus the 400,000 US dollars, a total of 500,000, in this era, buy some advanced weapons from the United States and Germany, and arm a small special forces It should be about the same, plus I bought it with my GP, it should be completely possible to give it a try. As for the weapons bought by the CF point, don't even think about it, just PISS, the weapons bought by the CF point are too expensive and cannot be consumed at all. But if you have the opportunity, you have to rob the Japanese devils, and you can do great things with more money.

Thinking about it, he fell asleep, and I don't know how long he slept, and the "jingle bell" woke him up with a ringing of the phone, and when he opened his eyes to see that the sky was not yet bright, he pulled the quilt angrily and continued to sleep with his head covered. But the phone rang stubbornly, so angry that he jumped out of bed, jumped to the table, picked up the phone and was about to fall off, but after thinking about it, he put it down, picked up the microphone and put it to his ear, and before he could speak, a string of Japanese came from the phone: "Moxi Moxi, is it Watanabe-kun?" ”

Ye Hang replied casually: "It's me, who are you?" ”

"I'm Kobayashi Koichi, chief of staff of the wing, and I order you to come to the wing for a meeting right away." The other side of the phone answered.

Ye Hang laughed and said, "Tell Watanabe Masao to go to a meeting?" In this life, I counted on it, Watanabe's entire brigade, including the brigade of Yan Wujiro in Zhangbei County, was all killed by me, and there was no one left! "Listening to Kobayashi Koichi looking for Watanabe Masao for a meeting, Ye Hang understood that this guy Watanabe must be afraid of being held responsible, so he sent troops and did not report to the above. But I killed so many little devils myself, it is necessary to inform the little devils, otherwise these bastards will think that there is no one in China.

The pig-headed chief of staff on the other end of the phone obviously didn't turn his brain, Ye Hang heard the sound of slapping the table on the phone, only to hear him shout: "Baga, who are you?" Dare to make such a joke, die, die, immediately call Masao Watanabe to listen to the phone! ”

Ye Hangna is willing to suffer? Immediately scolded back in Japanese: "Yaga~!" Lao Tzu's name is Ye Hang! Kill you little devils! That guy Watanabe with his troops was all blown up by me on the way to Zhangbei, all of them! “

After speaking, he stopped talking to him, hung up the phone with a "snap", and unplugged the phone line casually.

Lying on the bed again, Ye Hang couldn't sleep anymore, and suddenly thought: Oops! This little devil came to take a look, there were more than 1,000 people in a brigade, and there was not a single one left who was killed, so he had to turn over the land to find me, the murderer? Lao Tzu is not afraid, and the little devil can't catch Lao Tzu, but if the little devil can't catch Lao Tzu, then the people can't be angry?

Thinking of this, he didn't sleep anymore, got up with a bone, and said to himself, "No! Lao Tzu still has to take the initiative to let the little devil take care of himself. ”