With a full-view map and storage space in hand, Lu Yuan should be at home in Xima Village at the moment, but in fact, Lu Yuan felt that this raid was a little shrunken. Ximazhuang doesn't look big, but there are many residents, Lu Yuan doesn't want to expose his storage space, so he is bound to not be able to use the storage space in front of these people. Unable to use the storage space to carry out the hole-digging tactic, Lu Yuan could only chase down the alley or run to escape, which would greatly consume his physical strength.

Fortunately, Lu Yuan still has those advantages that the Japanese puppet army can't catch up, such as assault rifles that can shoot continuously and sniper rifles with ultra-long range, and Lu Yuan also has a full-view map to use. After shooting the officers and veterans of the Japanese puppet army in a row, Lu Yuan blocked the remaining soldiers of the Imperial Association Army in a small courtyard, if it weren't for the fact that the people of this family were also blocked in the house, Lu Yuan might have attacked it a long time ago.

Lu Yuan had no choice but to deal with the other Japanese puppet armies first, but he didn't expect these Japanese puppet armies to learn smartly, and most of them chose to take refuge in people's homes when they were cornered. With the people of Ximazhuang as meat shields, Lu Yuan was very jealous, and in desperation, he had to shout, and promised that as long as these remnants of the Japanese puppet army put down their weapons and surrendered, he would ensure the safety of their lives. More than 20 Imperial Allied troops and 4 Japanese soldiers finally chose to surrender to Lu Yuan, originally preparing to kill their Lu Yuan, but at this moment they had to accept this fact.

The gunfire in the West Horse Village stopped again, and Ma Kui looked even more anxious this time, and about 20 minutes later, a figure holding a white flag appeared in Ma Kui's sight. "Captain, it seems that he is a yellow dog who came out, and I see that he has no weapons." The guerrillas have always called the Imperial Association Sergeant Yellow Dog, and one of Ma Kui's team members had a good eye and recognized at a glance that the one who walked out of Ximazhuang with a white flag was an Imperial Association soldier.

The soldiers of the Imperial Association Army holding the white flag walked very slowly, and behind him, they soon followed out a mule and horse cart, and the team member under Ma Kui could see clearly that the people leading the cart were also soldiers of the Imperial Army. Just when Ma Kui hesitated whether to hide his figure, he saw that in the cart, a soldier of the Imperial Association Army suddenly threw down the reins in his hand, and then strode down the roadbed and ran into the field on the side of the official road.

"Look, I've run one." Ma Kui and the three didn't know anything, and the team member with good eyesight suddenly saw someone jumping off the roadbed and running wildly in the field, so he subconsciously shouted. It's just that the tail of his voice hasn't dispersed yet, and the three of them heard a muffled sound of "bang", and then looked at the soldiers of the Imperial Association Army who were running wildly in the field, but they had already flown up. That's right, the Imperial Cooperative Army soldier who tried to escape did fly, but it was his upper body that flew up, and his lower body was splashing blood a few steps away at the moment.

Seeing this, Ma Kui subconsciously snorted his teeth, and said in his heart What kind of weapon is this, it is too powerful, just one shot, it can break a big living person into two. After that muffled sound, the large convoy on the official road instantly became a mess, and it was only after the Imperial Cooperative Army holding the white flag shouted a few times that the riot gradually calmed down. At this time, a variegated little donkey came out of Xima Village with a half-sized child on its back and a Japanese army backpack on its chest.

The speed of the variegated donkey was not slow, and soon it crossed the large convoy and the Imperial Allied army that raised the white flag, and came to the three of Ma Kui, and the half-sized son on the donkey's back pulled the reins. With the help of Ma Kui, the half-sized boy holding the big backpack got off the donkey's back with some difficulty, and after looking at Ma Kui and the three of them, the black-faced boy who looked only eleven or twelve years old spoke. "You guys are guerrillas? What proof do you get? ”

The black-faced boy's words made Ma Kui and the three of them stunned, and said in their hearts how could such a little thing know the identities of the three of them, and the three of them glanced at each other, and they didn't seem to see the flaws in their outfits. "What proof you are guerrillas?" The black-faced kid turned a blind eye to this, but stubbornly continued the question just now, Maqui ha, and then glared at the black-faced kid with an expressionless face. Being stared at by people for no reason will be a little scared for anyone, not to mention that this is just a child.

The black-faced boy who was stared at by Ma Kui was naturally afraid, but after he took a step back, he gritted his teeth and raised his head to look at Ma Kui, and there was still a cowardice in his expression, but this strength of not admitting defeat secretly made Ma Kui happy. But Ma Kui is not an ordinary person, he only narrowed his eyes slightly, and a killing intent appeared from Ma Kui's body, and the black-faced kid turned pale in an instant.

Seeing this, Ma Kui's expression immediately changed, and after laughing, he opened his shirt at the black-faced boy and showed the shell gun pinned to his waist. "We are guerrillas, my surname is Ma, and I am the captain of the guerrillas." As he spoke, Ma Kui stretched out his right hand to one of his team members, who knowingly took out a military hat of the Eighth Route Army and handed it to Ma Kui. Ma Kui put the military hat on his head, and then smiled at the black-faced boy, "Little guy, do you see it, this is the military hat of the Eighth Route Army, our guerrillas and the Eighth Route Army are the same, they are both teams that fight little devils." ”

Maybe it was because of the smile on Ma Kui's face, or because the Eighth Route Army military hat on Ma Kui's head worked, the black-faced kid lowered his eyes and thought about it, so he struggled to hand over the backpack he was holding to Ma Kui. The man said that the little devils and yellow dogs in the Zhuangzi had been killed, and the yellow dogs who were driving the cart had all put down their guns and surrendered. Guns, bullets, and some useful stuff, all in those carts, and this bag contains the bolt. ”

When listening to this black-faced kid talk about the bolt, Ma Kui understood why this backpack was so heavy, and when he opened it, the backpack was indeed filled with the bolt of the rifle. Seeing Ma Kui and the three of them open their backpacks, the black-faced boy took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Ma Kui, "The man said that this is something on the machine gun, and without this thing, the machine gun can't go off." "Ma Kui is a veteran, so he naturally knows how to make the machine gun not go off, and when he opened the cloth bag, he saw that it was indeed a light machine gun part.

The black-faced kid kept the man's scream, and Ma Kui handed the cloth bag to his subordinates to hold, then turned back to the black-faced kid and asked, "Where is the person who gave you something?" "Ma Kui is now more and more interested in the mysterious man, even if he can't pull the other party into the guerrillas, it is always useful to be able to make a good relationship.

The black-faced boy shook his head when he heard this, "The man handed me the things and left by himself, and I don't know where he went." Ma Kui was very disappointed when he heard this, but the black-faced boy's words were not finished, "The man said, if you guerrillas have time, you can go to Ding'an City, maybe within three or five days, something good will come to the door." The last sentence of the black-faced kid was obviously memorized by rote, otherwise he would never have said the four words of good deeds.

Ma Kui pondered for a moment, and then took out a few banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into the black-faced boy, who did not shirk it, but rode the variegated little donkey, and kicked him back to Ximazhuang along the official road. According to the regulations of the Eighth Route Army, after Ma Kui asked these prisoners, he took out some banknotes and gave them to a few soldiers of the Imperial Association who were willing to go home to farm, and then he and his two team members escorted the remaining Japanese puppet prisoners back to the guerrilla station.

"That's the situation, I don't know what the situation is in Xima Village. On the way back, I had already asked a few of the Imperial Allies who were willing to surrender, and they all said that they didn't know what the man looked like, because the man had a skull mask on his face. And according to them, the man had both long and short fires on his body, and I also saw with my own eyes that at a distance of at least 500 meters, a prisoner of the Imperial Allied Army who tried to escape was shot in two by the man. Ma Kui's words made Miao Handong smack his tongue a little, and said in his heart that the master who can go down the city by himself, how can he be an ordinary person.

After the two discussed, they decided to report the matter to their superiors, and Ma Kui also focused on the matter of Ding'an City. "Old Mi, no matter what you say, that person should have no ill will towards our guerrillas, otherwise they wouldn't have given us so many weapons, ammunition and equipment for nothing. Since that person has mentioned Ding'an City, I think we should still go there, there are not many opportunities like this. ”

Ma Kui tried his best to persuade Miao Handong and agreed to take someone to Ding'an City, Miao Handong also agreed with Ma Kui's suggestion in his heart, but his superiors had not yet replied, so Miao Handong naturally did not dare to easily agree with Ma Kui's suggestion. Time passed slowly in waiting, and it was not until the news came from the contact point in Ding'an City that Ma Kui shouted pity, and even shouted that those weapons and ammunition in Ding'an City were cheap for other guerrillas.

"Lao Ma, you have this kind of thinking, can it be said that the guerrillas on the shore of Ding'an City are not our team? In any case, those weapons and ammunition are also in the hands of our own people, and you should be happy. "I am also uncomfortable in my heart, and Miao Handong, if it weren't for the delay in responding from my superiors, the weapons and ammunition in Ding'an City would naturally belong to my own guerrillas. But Miao Handong is an instructor after all, and he knows that the more at this time, the more he and Ma Kui, who are the guerrillas' chief and deputy, should not talk nonsense.