"Hmph!~A bunch of bandits!~I thought they were Japanese, so I was scared!~" Lei Long snorted coldly. The militia and other anti-Japanese revolutionary teams did not have the habit of calling brothers. Of course, in addition to Xiao Lizi who likes to shout "Brothers, fuck you guys", if you like to fight around like this, you are probably bandits who have come from other places.

Compared with the Japanese devils, the combat effectiveness of the bandits is far inferior, and they are not even comparable to the puppet army. With these more than a dozen bandits alone, the Leilong Squad Leader really didn't take them seriously.

"Old Zhang! ~ Let's deal with these bandits! ~" Lei Long put down his telescope.

"Well, it may be our own comrades who are surrounded!" Zhang Junsheng nodded and waved his hand, "Comrades! ~ There are more than a dozen bandits in front of him. The old rules are that they can catch the live, and those who cannot catch the live can be killed on the spot. In short, one of them must not be let go."

The soldiers of the Seventh Squad immediately divided into two combat squads and surrounded them from two directions.

Listening to the bullets passing by with whistling sounds, Ji Ping was numbly pulled by Haikun and three other militiamen. Ji Ping regretted it now. Although he heard that there were a group of bandits in the area here at some point, if he hadn't been to attend an emergency meeting based on the regional government for the sake of greed for shortcuts, he had been lucky enough to think that he would not have encountered these bandits, but he didn't expect that the luck would turn into misfortune, which really made him meet.

This time, the bandits were a habitual bandits driven by Japanese devils from the north. They were all in the mountains. They escaped the cordon of the base and broke into the base to occupy the mountains as king. They cunningly robbed here today and tied up tickets there tomorrow.

Judging from the number of this group of bandits, it will be a matter of time before the four surrounded people will be told here.

It seemed that he felt that the god of death would wave to him at any time. Ji Ping's eyes were a little dissipated. Thinking about his once safe and stable study, the Japanese came to China to bomb everywhere, and the school was not very stable. He followed most of the students in the school who were full of energy and passionate and excited to seek a way to serve the country. He didn't know how many roads he had walked, how many hardships he suffered, and how many times he had been fooled. Some of his classmates joined the national army, some of them simply became bandits, and some could not resist the temptation and became traitors.

However, he and a few classmates who were close to him joined the Communist Party’s revolutionary ranks in displaced place. With his readings, he dared to shout slogans and say a few inspiring words. He took advantage of the years when heroes emerged in troubled times and became a special commissioner in a corner of this crisis-filled anti-Japanese revolutionary base. Although he had no experience as an official, fortunately, there were a few capable people under his command, which could be considered as the work of the mass work in several townships flourished.

Haikun shot at the bandits who were shouting and rushed over. He turned around and saw the expression of Special Commissioner Ji Ping, "Tele Commissioner Ji, take it! Don't worry, unless we fall down the last one, we will try our best to save you!" He pulled out a grenade and stuffed it into Ji Ping's hand. Haikun had already made up his mind to be broken than to be full, and he tried his best not to let Special Commissioner Ji Ping fall into the hands of these bandits.

Haikun’s meaning is very obvious. If not, this grenade is Ji Ping’s own glory. Ji Ping’s face was pale and his hands were trembling. He almost couldn’t catch the grenade handed over and said tremblingly: “No, it’s okay! ~” He never thought that he would face the day when he would commit suicide by pulling the grenade.

Since he came out of the school until he was a special commissioner in the base area to do mass work, he had never encountered any dangerous situations. Although he was in the villages outside the base area, once the enemy was dispatched to sweep, he could notify himself and the people to quickly transfer through an extremely fast intelligence network. At the same time, guerrillas and regular Eighth Route Army troops dragged the enemy down, but not many people were in danger. Even if there was danger, the deaths were others. This was not a sensational speech. Those bandits did not feel like listening to the speech and shouting slogans.

The enemy's encirclement was almost formed, and Ji Ping and others were finally trapped in a dead corner terrain. With a harsh scream, a warrior beside Haikun rushed to the ground, trembling all over, and never moving again.

Everything that the five senses received stimulated Ji Ping's heart.

"No, I want to live, I can't die here! ~ No!" Ji Ping murmured involuntarily, his pupils were dilated, and the feeling of being threatened by the shadow of death was really uncomfortable, and he felt in chaos.

When Ji Ping was about to completely let go of his resistance and shouted for surrender, a violent gunshot suddenly rang behind him, and a sudden rain of bullets covered two or three bandits.

The fat lamb and meat tickets that I thought were at your fingertips, but unexpectedly, they were ambushed by people and were stunned by the sudden attack. Before they could come back to their senses, the attacker with accurate marksmanship quickly knocked down nearly half of the bandits one by one.

"Snatch the gun and don't kill it!" A thunderous roar suddenly covered the entire battlefield. A burly body like an iron tower appeared on the top of the slope behind Ji Ping and the others, and a luxurious lineup of two light machine guns with both hands on their left and right.

Seeing Zhang Meng's loud roar shocking everyone on the battlefield, Captain Zhang Jun also appeared from another direction at the same time. The bayonet of the Type 38 rifle emitted a dazzling cold light, "If you don't want to die, put down your weapons, the Eighth Route Army will treat the prisoners with preferential treatment!"

On the side of Captain Zhang Junsheng, Zhou Yan half-kneeled and carried the earthen RPG launcher on her shoulders, aiming at the bandits with a large number of people. She just pulled it with her hands and improved it and then exploded the fire-pulling rocket in front of her. After two seconds, Zhou Yan had a special liking for RPG, a weapon that was completely inconsistent with her body shape. After attacking the Japanese stronghold at night, she also retained a launcher and three rockets, and changed the launcher to a steel rail that could withstand burning, and the launcher was reinforced and improved again.

The soldiers of the Seventh Squad kept appearing around the bandits, and their guns were all aimed at the bandits in the field. They were fighting so hard that they suddenly became cold, leaving only the sound of wind rolling up dead branches and leaves on the ground.

Seven or eight people, two light machine guns, one new weapon that I don’t know what it is, probably the power is similar to that of a cannon. Whether it is a bandit or four surrounded, the eyebrows cannot help but jump straight. Where did the fierce team come from? The equipment is so sharp that it has only broken a few guns in his hand. The man in front of him is actually alone, so he just holds two. You must know that a company of the National Army only has a light machine gun, and the Japanese army only has a small team. Which part of the Eighth Route Army is this?!

Li Wei looked at the stupid expressions of the bandits in the field, and thrust the Bayi rifle: "Put down your weapons, hug your head with both hands, squat down, and sing the national anthem! ~ "God! ~ I said it again. This was a common method used by modern schools to bully those little hooligans. How could these bandits know about the national anthem? Even Li Wei himself didn't know how to sing the national anthem at this moment.

"What national anthem?! What nonsense?!" The Leilong squad leader, who was still lying in the dark as a dark fire point, found Li Wei talking nonsense again and glared at Li Wei fiercely.

However, Li Wei's words were like defeating the bandits' rebellious mentality. The guns kept landing. Chen Huo, Meng Zisu and Deng Feng of the Seventh Team rushed over, put away the bandits' weapons, escorted them in line, hugged their heads with their hands, and squatted down. Of course, the bandits naturally didn't sing anything, but Meng Zisu would have misunderstood what Li Wei meant. He didn't know what the national anthem was, but he still took his own initiative to teach these bandits to sing the three major disciplines and eight points of attention.

Zhou Yan covered her mouth and burst into laughter. The RPG launch port was shaking, which scared the captives to make them terrified. Zhang Junsheng was a little amused and laughed. Lei Long blushed in embarrassment, but he was embarrassed to stop Meng Zisu's absurd behavior. He just lowered his throat and said viciously at Li Wei: "When you return to the third regiment, let's see how I deal with you!"

Li Wei shrugged, spread his hands, and looked helpless, saying, "Don't do anything I want!" But many times, Mencius and Su follow Li Wei's leader, but don't really consider whether the result is right or wrong. Who said Li Wei is considered an old soldier?

The weapon was not in hand, the person was squatting again, and he couldn't stay idle in his mind. The possibility of these old bandit prisoners taking the opportunity to mutiny and escape was minimized. Zhang Junsheng and Lei Long did not stop Meng Zisu.

"Thank you so much!~ Thank you!~ My surname is Ji, and I am a special commissioner in Wushi Township, the base area. I am a middle peasant. May I ask you the noble surname?~" Ji Ping, who had just escaped from death, wiped away the sweat on his face and walked in front to meet Zhang Junsheng and the others with a look of gratitude. He was already desperate, but the soldiers of the Seventh Squad saved him at the right time, and this thanks came from the heart.

No matter where he went, Ji Ping would add a word to the Chinese peasant. No one knew that his ancestors, the Ji family was a big landlord last time, but later the family was in decline due to the long hair rebellion. Ji Ping has been buried deeply in his heart. No one told me that it has always been the Chinese peasant to replace him. When Ji Ping saw a quick gun instead of a big knife and a spear, the gun rod was power. He saw with his own eyes that under the leadership of the Eighth Route Army, the once weak farmers who were like sheep slaughtered and slashed, after getting the gun, they suddenly pushed down the landlords and rich people pressing on their heads like an erupting volcano. The land was redistributed. However, now, these mud feet that still hold force are respectful to him. He said that he would never go east, and what he relied on was only the identity of a party member commissioner.

"No need to thank you, this is what we should do. My name is Zhang Junsheng, and I am the captain of the Seventh Team of the Eighth Route Army Temporary Patrol Team." Zhang Junsheng also introduced his identity with a smile.

Ji Ping was still scared in his heart. Fortunately, he didn't say anything about surrendering to the bandits, otherwise it would be really bad. When he held Zhang Junsheng's hand, Ji Ping's face unconsciously showed a trace of unnaturalness, but in Zhang Junsheng's eyes, he thought it was frightened.
Chapter completed!