In a village to the north of Wendian Village.

More than a dozen blazing flames lit up the surroundings.

Zhang Dabiao, who was short and sturdy, stood on an earthen platform, he held two guns in both hands, and a ghost-headed knife on his back.

To his left were five kneeling devil soldiers who were tied up with five flowers, one of whom was still the captain of the devil's squad.

When the special team raided here, it was exactly two o'clock in the morning, yes, in this cold winter weather, the devil soldiers basically did not have much external vigilance, and they were caught off guard, Zhang Dabiao and Cheng He easily succeeded, and won the rescue mission at the cost of only three casualties.

There were even five devil soldiers who were knocked unconscious and captured alive.

Even if they were tied up, these little devils still behaved very fiercely, and kept cursing and shouting in their mouths, just because a hemp rope crossed their mouths, so that no one could hear what they said.

Of course, no one can understand without hemp rope, and no one listens at all.

To the right of Zhang Dabiao, there are more than 100 puppet soldiers who are neatly arranged, squatting and holding their heads.

When all the devil fathers were killed, facing the guns of the special squad, these two devils naturally surrendered honestly. As for the few so-called leaders who dared to resist, they were directly killed by the team members when they were only halfway up their guns.

Around the puppet army, there were six soldiers of the special squad carrying the Bren-style style, and twelve soldiers with two-handed double shell guns.

Under the earthen platform, there are dense numbers of refugees and people captured from nearby villages by devils.

These refugees and ordinary people, all wearing a shabby padded jacket, their eyes are numb and dull, their faces are full of fear, they have been imprisoned here by devils for the past few days, these people have deeply seen what it means to be a beast, even if they are rescued now, but the fear is still frozen in their hearts.

It's just that, unlike ordinary refugees, they don't have that kind of skinny emaciation, and they seem to be quite healthy.

Looking at the fear and numbness in the eyes of the refugees in the audience, Zhang Dabiao, who had seen the refugees from the three eastern provinces, knew that he had one more thing to do before the special team left.

Very important thing.

"My name is Zhang Dabiao."

Inserting the two shell guns in his waist, taking out the ghost head knife on his back and holding it in his hand, Zhang Dabiao, who was holding the knife in both hands, said in the same fierce tone: "I am the commander of the first battalion of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army. ”

"As for why I'm saving everyone?"

"The reason is simple."

"Because we are all Chinese, compatriots, and I, a soldier of this country, a soldier to defend the country, save the people, righteous, I save you, this is my duty."

"Moreover, our Eighth Route Army is a team of ordinary people, I was a common man before I joined the army, the soldiers of our team are also from ordinary people, and our regiment commander is also a common people."

"The common people are in danger, and our Eighth Route Army should naturally be rescued."

"Are you really the Eighth Route Army?"

Among the refugees, a young man in his twenties looked up and said in a fearful tone.

"Yes."

The fierceness on Zhang Dabiao's face disappeared, he shook the armband on his shoulder sideways, pointed to the armband and said: "This is the armband of our army, you see, it has the title of our army written on it." ”

Although no one knew how to read, and it was impossible to see the specific appearance of this group of people in the night, Zhang Dabiao's tone and his five devil heads on the ground made everyone believe eight points.

"It's really the Eighth Route Army..."

Among the refugees, a series of whispers of surprise suddenly sounded.

They came all the way because they were told that there was a base area where a unit called the Eighth Route Army was stationed to take them in, and those people provided them with food and coats.

"Shall we follow you to your base?"

The young man in his twenties continued to ask.

The rest of the refugees were looking at them with hope.

The refugees know very well that this is the territory of the devils, and it is extremely difficult to reach the base area through it, and they need someone to guide and protect them, and this group of Eighth Route Army, which defeated the little devils, should be able to take them through.

As long as you get to the base area, you can survive and find a job.

"You are welcome in our base, but you still have to go on your own for the rest of the road."

"Because I still have to continue to fight the devils and contain the devils' troops."

Zhang Dabiao took a deep breath and continued:

"However, please rest assured, we will arrange people to provide you with supplies along the way, and you also know the route, from this side to the west, it only takes three days to reach our base area, and there will be someone to pick you up there."

Unfortunately, Zhang Dabiao's comforting words still made the refugees' eyes rekindle with fear.

"However, the devils will stop us halfway, and if we can't get through, we will be arrested again." The young man in his twenties spoke to the source of everyone's fear.

After being captured by the devils, the refugees had a strong fear of the devils, and they did not have the slightest sense of security in the areas occupied by the devils, especially after experiencing the slaughter and intimidation of the Japanese army, and they did not even have enough courage to penetrate the areas occupied by the devils.

They are afraid of being caught again by the devils, and they are afraid of being killed by the devils.

"Rest assured, this time, thousands of people have come from our group."

Zhang Dabiao continued: "The little devil is busy fighting with us, and he doesn't have time to arrest you, so you have enough time to get to the base from here. ”

His words emboldened the refugees a little.

Everyone looked at the five devils who were tied up by five flowers, and then looked at the two devils who knelt on the side and begged for mercy, and began to agree with Zhang Dabiao's words, the Eighth Route Army is so powerful, even the devils have been arrested, presumably the devils have no energy to arrest them.

Seeing this, Zhang Dabiao suddenly moved.

He walked behind the five devils who were tied up, and when the knife fell, the heads of the five devils rolled to the stage with a grunt, and the falling heads made the refugees dodge for a while.

However, these five knives also made the numbness and fear in the eyes of the refugees completely dissipate, and a few of them even kicked the little devils in the head, obviously hating these devils.

"The little devil is also raised by his father, and his head will still fall to the ground with a knife, nothing to fear."

Holding the ghost head knife, Zhang Dabiao's tone was fierce.

"Well done."

Finally, someone in the audience shouted.

These days, there are many refugees who have died at the hands of these devils, and they have long been hated, and everyone is eager to kill these devils.