under fire

The canal running from south to north is like a jade belt spread across the plain.

Donggu Town is across the river from the old county town of Guantao on the opposite bank.

Buzz buzz.

Suddenly, a roar was heard from the eastern sky.

Two planes appeared in the eastern sky.

The pilot looked at the Imperial Army waving at them from the top of the artillery towers outside Donggu Town, and continued to fly westward without any doubt.

West bank of the canal.

A village is surrounded by green tents.

So many people fled that not a single villager remained alive.

Wang Shun and nearly a hundred of his men were digging a pit outside the village to bury the dead villagers.

After hearing the sound of the plane, he quickly ordered everyone to line up outside the village for training "according to the plan."

Wait until the plane approaches before entering the village to seek shelter.

The plane was flying so fast that the pilot soon saw a village.

A group of people were training in formation outside the village. After a quick analysis, it was determined that they should be the "Eighth Route Army" that escaped across the canal.

Perhaps because of the roar of the plane, the group of people were desperately fleeing towards the village.

There was a machine gun on the reconnaissance plane, and the pilot dived without hesitation with a ferocious look on his face. Because he was worried that the Eighth Route Army would hide in the village, the onboard machine gun opened fire before the plane reached the village.

Boo hoo hoo.

Boo hoo hoo.

Da da da.

Da da da.

The distance is quite far indeed.

It is estimated that it is very likely that a Tubalu did not hit

But it doesn't matter. He opened fire and pointed out the target direction to the wingman following diagonally behind him.

Behind the low wall.

Wang Shun and two other machine gunners, with their light machine guns on their shoulders, directly engaged in a battle with the second plane that flew over from the sky.

He emptied an entire magazine into the plane in one breath before stopping.

Unfortunately, he lacks experience in masturbation.

The fighting between us was like setting off firecrackers during the New Year.

Three machine guns fired sixty rounds of bullets, but not a single hair of the plane was hit.

buzzing...

The plane circled at a distance and turned back.

The pilot looked at the local Eighth Route Army soldiers behind the low wall in the village who were panicking about changing positions to avoid the attacks, and the onboard machine gun opened fire again.

The pilot running in front suddenly heard a bang.

I was startled and subconsciously pulled the plane higher.

After listening carefully, I found that the engine was running normally. The bullet fired by the Eighth Route Army should have hit the propeller and probably had no impact on the plane.

Now that the traces of the Eighth Route Army have been found, we can directly dispatch a large force of the Imperial Army to encircle and suppress them.

There was no need to risk using precious aircraft to engage in a firefight against the concealed Eighth Route Army machine guns.

The two pilots stood side by side and communicated with each other using gestures for a while.

An airplane sent a message to call for help via the onboard radio.

Another plane continued to circle in the sky, keeping a close eye on this group of Eighth Route Army soldiers to prevent them from escaping before the encirclement and suppression troops arrived.

Advanced aircraft were transferred to the Pacific and South Asian battlefields.

Almost all the aircraft left in North China are old aircraft, without even a proper intercom system.

It will take some time for the onboard radio to report such a complicated situation.

The pilot is in no hurry...

This group of Eighth Route Army soldiers are dead!

Even if we disperse and enter the green tent to escape, it won't work...

Because the newly reorganized canal transport team will send the encirclement and suppression troops here in a very short time...

It’s easy to find the traces of this group of Eighth Route Army soldiers.

The Security Corps Commander who analyzed the direction of the Eighth Route Army's escape was also instrumental. Of course, the various Donggu units that provided and confirmed the whereabouts of the Eighth Route Army also contributed greatly.

Donggu Town, located on a major transportation route, is not big, but it is not simple.

On the north side of the intersection, on the second floor, facing the street, hangs a magnificent signboard that reads "Tonghe Industrial Bank".

Tonghe Bank was formed by the merger of thirteen money houses including Fuxincheng, Xinchangyu, Dachuanyu, Shihede, Jinquanyong, Hengchengde, Tongyide, Tianxingheng, and silver banks including Yongli, Yongrui, and Hongmao.

Most people don't like to call it a bank, and still call it a money shop according to the old custom.

Just across the wall is the largest gambling house in Donggu Town.

During this period of the Imperial Army's sweep, the bank's business became even more booming.

Although the town has changed its owner, the money houses that have not received the news are still operating as usual.

The bank's largest shareholder was naturally the devil, and the shareholder in charge of daily operations was detained in the town office.

Donggu Town Office.

Outside the woodshed where the prisoners were imprisoned, stood a half-grown girl.

Black cloth shoes, black pants, black clothes, and a ponytail tied with a red rope.

With clear eyes, he looked at the group of people sitting on the ground without saying a word. When someone finally came, someone immediately stood up and couldn't help asking, "Little girl, can you tell us where you came from?"

"Lingqiudong Guerrilla Detachment" Xiao Hongying's eyes rolled around and she casually gave herself a position.

"That's not right. The Canal Guerrilla Brigade seems to be in the mountains."

"The Japs are still on the other side of the sea." Xiao Hongying replied unhappily.

What is the sea...I have never seen it!

This answer seemed to be fine. The middle-aged man who asked the question was stunned for a moment and bowed: "This is the world of the imperial army. I advise you not to do anything too extreme."

"Oh, you mean, we should release you and then ask the imperial army to come and reason with us."

"That's not the case. In this world, fists are the law. Why don't you go back and talk to your boss and draw a line?"

"What road?"

"How much does it cost? Name your price!"

"I heard that Tonghe Bank was opened by the Japanese?"

"I dare not say that. It is nominally an imperial army sign, but in fact it was raised by the villagers."

"It's run by a rich person, right? Don't use the name of the villagers as a sign."

"So what? If I remember correctly, the Eighth Route Army has a rule that they don't attack the local tyrants."

"Oh, so even if you are a traitor, we can't do anything to you?"

"Haha, don't talk nonsense!" The maintenance chairman was anxious. There were too many people in the room and some things could not be said.

"What yellow?" Xiao Hongying's eyes lit up.

Li Laosi complained: "I told you not to reason with them, but you didn't believe me."

"Hey, he has a plan, but I have a ladder!"

"What did you say? Why don't I understand?"

"What are the identities of Ma Gan and the others?"

"Fake Army"

"If they rob the bank, can we enforce justice?"

"Wulian Tianzun, this is too shameless," Li Laosi said seriously, "I think we should catch the bad guys who robbed the bank, and then enforce justice on behalf of heaven!"

"Hahaha"

Ma Gan's eyes widened. Do I need to show my loyalty to the Eighth Route Army if I want to join the army?

Moreover, it was a bank robbery!

He was not shocked, but excited.

This thing, a scene that has appeared in my dreams countless times, will actually come true today?

Even if you don't make a fortune in the end, you have to do it!

Bad reputation? That was done by the Security Army, and it has nothing to do with the soon-to-be-Emperor Baba!

Then, a group of masked robbers armed with sticks and kitchen knives ran out of the security corps camp.

Li Laosi, who had made all the arrangements in advance, saw Ma Gan and his group coming over.

He kept shouting to the shops along the way: "Keep a close eye on them, we can't let any of these robbers get away."

Soon, the masked robbers surrounded the Dongguzhen branch of the Bank of East Asia.

An inconspicuous courtyard in the south of Donggu Town.

No one knew that the liaison office set up by the Third District was actually located in this compound.

When the divisional secretary saw the courier called over by the intelligence officer, he was furious: "Who told you to act on your own?"

The traffic officer shrank his neck: "It seems that the superiors have not stipulated that we cannot develop a base in the town."

"Oh my, it's only been a few days and you've already learned to talk back?"

"I was wrong. Can't I just write a self-criticism?"

"We have stored 300,000 kilograms of winter grain in and outside the town through the maintenance association. If you mess around and let this batch of grain be exposed to the Japanese, do you know what the consequences will be?"

"What should I do?"

The secretary was so angry that his face was shaking: "Go and call the battalion commander of the independent regiment named Hu to me immediately! If he can't find a suitable reason to fire him, I will not be named Zhao!"

"Okay! I'll go right away."

Hu Yi was shocked when he got the news.

According to his memory when he was studying at the division headquarters, the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army's various divisions were generally located in remote villages far away from towns and villages.

This time... the secret base that the Third Division had built with great difficulty in the enemy-occupied area was destroyed?

The traffic officer walked ahead stealthily.

A man in black followed closely behind him one meter.

The black top hat was deliberately pulled down, covering half of the bronze face.

The brown holster was slung across his waist, swaying with his steps.

Passersby on the street saw how the two were dressed and deliberately kept their distance.

I dare not look directly at it, looking at it for one more moment may bring me trouble.

Behind these two, a large group of people were following them stealthily and lazily.

God knows what evil things these traitors will do next... (End of this chapter)