Cicada Moving

Chapter 1140 What level do you dare to talk to me like this?

While Xu Enzeng turned into a ball and launched a brutal charge, the soldiers of the Shannan guerrillas were ready for a counterattack.

Everyone quickly turned off the safety of their guns, stood up, took out bayonets from their waists and put them on the bayonet holders. Those who did not have bayonets also took out large knives, red-tassel guns and other cold weapons.

 Hitting a large number with a small number is the norm for guerrillas.

 Without advanced weapons, how can we just be obedient citizens to the devils? Of course it’s impossible!

Cui Hongyong also loaded the bayonet, placed his feet in a T shape, pulled the bolt of the gun with his right hand, turned to his left and nodded, then jumped out with a roar, leading the way.

This is the biggest difference between the Eighth Route Army and the Guo Army. The officers took the lead in charging, instead of hiding behind and shouting at the brothers to charge me, ready to run away at any time.

In the eyes of everyone, Cui Hongyong was like a tiger descending from the mountain, quickly rushing into the middle of the Japanese and stabbing an enemy in the abdomen with his bayonet.

The Jaap had no time to react before he was pierced by a knife. His face, which was originally full of stern expressions, instantly became distorted and the Sanba Gai in his hand fell to the ground.

Once the move was successful, Cui Hongyong did not let the opponent go easily. When he pulled out the bayonet, he pressed his right hand down and raised his left wrist slightly. The entire bayonet was pulled out diagonally, and a foot-long wound appeared on the Japanese's body.

Such a serious injury, in today's era, can basically be declared a meal, and there is no need for resuscitation.

Looking at Cui Hongyong, who was looking for the second target, Zuo Zhong had a deep look in his eyes. The next moment he took out his gun and rushed out of the position, aiming at a Japanese and firing decisively without any moral ethics.

With a bang, the bullet made a big hole in the target's forehead. Bushido was obviously no match for the powerful Colt automatic pistol bullet.

Zuo Zhong held a gun with both hands and fired his bow from left to right. From time to time, enemies were hit and fell. The little agents were afraid that something might happen to him, so they quickly followed him to cover and quickly opened a gap.

 But there were too many Japs. If one was killed, more Japs would swarm in.

Human life has become the least valuable thing at this moment.

Both sides were furious, using bayonets, broadswords, and even the most primitive means of teeth and fists to fight each other, and the battle entered a white-hot state.

Perhaps aware of Zuo Zhong's important identity, Japanese soldiers kept coming around, trying to capture this heavily protected Fruit Party official alive.

Facing the enemies coming in like a tide, Zuo Zhong still suffered several deep or shallow wounds on his arms and sides, even with the desperate protection of the little spies. Fortunately, they were not serious and did not affect the battle.

"boom!"

A gunshot sounded from a distance. Zuo Zhong gasped, holding a broken rifle to support the ground, and looked up in the direction of the gunshot.

Next to a big tree dozens of meters away, Xu Enzeng slapped his body hurriedly, as if checking whether he had been shot. Not far away, a Japs fell slowly from behind the tree.

 Gan! Not even dead?

It is true that good people do not live long, but disasters last for thousands of years. I don’t know who fired the shot. Zuo Zhong spat hard.

 A cunning Japanese saw an opportunity to take advantage of him, bent down and rushed out, raised his bayonet and stabbed him in the back silently, with a look of madness on his face.

Since we can’t capture this Republican man alive, let’s kill him. The Japanese’s eyes showed a fierce look and they quickened their pace again.

After dealing with the enemy on the right, Gui Youguang, who came with people to support him, happened to see this scene and raised his gun without hesitation, instead of giving a warning, because no matter how quick the warning was, bullets would not be effective.

Another gunshot rang out in the distance, and the Japanese who sneak-attacked Zuo Zhong fell to the ground with a thud. Looking at the enemy so close, their eyes widened in despair and full of reluctance.

Soon, countless bullets were fired from all directions, killing the Japanese one by one. The sound of gunshots came from far and near, and the sound of a large number of people running became increasingly clear.

 “Team leader, are you okay?”

Before he could shoot, Gui Youguang ran to Zuo Zhong with a gun and asked anxiously, his vigilant eyes constantly scanning the battlefield.

 “Huh, it’s okay.”

Zuo Zhong covered the wound on his arm and shook his head. He was really careless this time. Who would have thought that the Japanese attached so much importance to the condolence mission that they actually sent so many troops.

Had it not happened to encounter the guerrillas, relying solely on the military **** team, not only would the safety of Mr. Chen and others not be guaranteed, but they themselves would also be in trouble.

While the two were talking, Cui Hong, whose face was covered with blood, kicked an enemy who was stabbed to death with a bayonet away. He listened attentively and then shouted excitedly to everyone.

 “The big troops are coming, comrades, kill!!”

"kill!!"

Hearing these words, the exhausted guerrillas cheered up. Facing the disorganized Japanese, they raised their weapons and shouted angrily.

Zuo Zhong also laughed. The Eighth Route Army was much more reliable than the police in later movies and TV dramas. At least they didn't come until they were dead.

 “Baga! Retreat, retreat quickly.”

The Japanese commander knew that nothing could be done. If this continued, the entire army would probably be annihilated. He no longer cared about the mission, so he hurriedly ordered an evacuation.

 It’s just that the two sides are already fighting each other. It’s not that easy to leave.

Without orders from Zuo Zhong and Cui Hong, the agents and guerrillas desperately bit the enemy and did not give the opponent a chance to escape.

 So many brothers (comrades) died in today's battle, even if they bite them with their teeth, they will keep all the Japanese behind.

Reinforcements arrived faster than expected. In just a moment, countless soldiers wearing gray-blue military uniforms appeared in the darkness, and shouts of surrendering their guns and not killing them rang through the night sky.

 “The gun is out and the gun is gone!”

It’s a pity that the current Japs are not the cannon fodder they used indiscriminately after 1943. They have been completely brainwashed. Even if they are completely at a disadvantage, no one chooses to surrender and continues to resist stubbornly.

Some even held grenades and threw themselves at the reinforcements beside them, shouting nonsense words such as "Long Live the Locusts" in an attempt to kill them all, which shows the depth of the poison of militarism.

 With Such a Stubborn and Unknown Enemy, the Eighth Route Army was naturally not polite, and the soldiers pulled the trigger one after another, and the gunfire was intense again.

 A few minutes later, densely packed corpses were lying around this unknown hillside, including Japanese, guerrillas and spies.

After this battle, half of the **** personnel of Juntong were killed or injured, making it the most casualty operation since the establishment of Juntong.

More than 20 elite agents who spent a huge amount of training funds died in the northwest. They should have played a greater role, at least they should not have gone head-to-head with the Japanese on the frontal battlefield.

Zuo Zhong listened to the reports from Gui Youguang and Wu Chunyang with a gloomy expression. Finally he pulled out his gun, walked up to a Japanese soldier whose hands and feet were injured and couldn't move, and pulled the hammer.     “Stop!”

 “Bang bang bang”

Someone in the reinforcements shouted, but the answer was a few crisp gunshots, and several blood holes suddenly appeared in the Japanese's chest, and he could not survive in front of him.

Seeing the actions of the deputy director, the angry little agent followed suit, using guns or daggers to kill all the injured Japanese, leaving only a few prisoners stunned by grenades.

 “Stop it quickly, no prisoners are allowed to be killed, do you still have discipline?”

The person who called out before spoke again, his voice was high-pitched, a bit pretentious, and annoying to hear.

Immediately afterwards, an Eighth Route cadre wearing black-rimmed glasses and a pen in his jacket pocket walked out of the crowd, walked up to Zuo Zhong and spoke righteously.

 “Don’t you know how to treat prisoners better? Hand over your gun quickly.”

(Don’t rush to scold me, just read it patiently. It’s not a poisonous point. I don’t want to explain it, but recently someone has taken the lead in the comment area, this book and other books.)

Zuo Zhong slowly took out his handkerchief, wiped the blood on his face, glanced at the opponent sideways, and reported the military rank of the fake identity.

“I am Colonel Quan Xu of the Military Commission of the National Government. What is your rank? How dare you talk to me like this, okay? Let me ask you, what is your rank?”

With his angry shout, the visitor was frightened and took two steps back. He hesitated and did not dare to answer, and it was difficult to answer.

The government has only given the underground party a total of three divisions, and it is even stingier in terms of military ranks. The entire Eighth Route Army has one lieutenant general, nine lieutenant generals, and 19 major generals.

With Zuo Zhong's true military rank, if he were placed in the northwest, he would be able to sit on the same level as the brigade commander. He would be the brigade commander>the handsome young man from ten miles and eight villages>the brigade commander of the King of Heaven.

 So, a guy who appeared out of nowhere and asked him to hand over a gun was completely unbelievable. To put it bluntly, there were no more than 10 people in the entire border area who were qualified to do this.

It is about the dignity of the government. Zuo Zong must submit to weakness. What awaits him when he returns to the mountain city is removal from office and investigation. Someone will never use a person who bows to the underground party as a confidant.

 The issue of face is sometimes more important than anything else.

The person who shouted took two steps back, and seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate. He felt ashamed and angry, and loudly ordered the surrounding soldiers to arrest him.

As soon as these words came out, the agents couldn't bear it anymore. They raised their guns as quickly as possible and blocked Zuo Zhong's body with their bodies.

Eighth Route Army soldiers didn’t care about colonels or lieutenant colonels. Upon seeing this, they subconsciously raised their guns. The two sides fell into a confrontation, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Mr. Chen and others looked at this scene dumbfounded. They didn’t know what was going on. Isn’t it just killing a few Japanese people? Why did they start fighting against each other?

The Shannan guerrillas who had just fought side by side with the spies were in a dilemma. Cui Hongyong and the man with a Chinese character looked at each other. This matter needed to be decided by the superiors. It was not their decision, so they simply remained silent.

Just when things were taking a turn for the worst, a figure strode over. This person was the Deputy Minister of Social Affairs of the Border Region who had appeared at the scene of the convoy attack.

The deputy minister first looked at the corpse of the Japanese on the ground, and then at the Eighth Route cadre with a red face. He motioned for all the people on his side to put down their guns, turned around, stretched out his hand to Zuo Zhong and smiled.

“Hello, Team Leader Xu of the Attendant’s Office, I welcome you and the condolences group to the border area. My name is Lao Li, and I have been sent by my superiors to greet you.

The man just now is Officer Zhu from the Enemy Industry Department in our border area. It is his task to prevent the killing of prisoners. It is all for work. Please understand, Team Leader Xu. "

 Enemy Work Department, the full name is the Enemy Work Department.

 It is a specialized work department responsible for carrying out enemy work, winning over and dismantling enemy forces. Together with the Ministry of Social Affairs and the Ministry of Urban Industry, it forms the underground party's intelligence system.

 The Ministry of Social Affairs targets social celebrities and upper-level enemy personnel, and is responsible for counter-intelligence work.

The Ministry of Urban and Urban Development develops the party’s intelligence organization for ordinary citizens, students, workers, etc.

The main tasks of the Enemy Industry Department are to instigate rebellion against the Japanese and puppet troops, obtain military intelligence, and strengthen their own strength.

Zuo Zhong quickly recalled the intelligence from the enemy's Ministry of Industry in his mind. He first solemnly expressed his gratitude to "Old Li", and then snorted coldly at the so-called Officer Zhu, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

“In this situation, we are unable to treat the wounded at all, so giving them a happy life can be regarded as helping others. For interrogation, the few unconscious prisoners are enough.

Just because of this trivial matter, you are so aggressive that you are even willing to draw a gun against us. Those who don't know better think that you have become allies with the Japanese and want to cause trouble.

Also, the military discipline of your army is too lax. A small officer, as big as a sesame seed and a mung bean, dares to talk to a superior officer like this. Is there any sense of superiority and inferiority? "

As he spoke, he pressed his hand down and ordered Gui Youguang and others to put down their guns. He said harsh words, but this was necessary to disguise, but if you wanted to, just put it down.

“Haha, there is no distinction between high and low in life-saving work, but the division of labor is different, are you right, Team Leader Xu?”

The deputy minister, who calls himself Lao Li, looks calm in the face of questioning and calmly rejects the words. If the party also prides himself on being a life-threatening person, he can't slap himself in the face.

Zuo Zhong raised his eyebrows when he heard this. They are indeed friends of Deputy Director Xu’s secretary. They are indeed not so easy to get along with.

When Lao Xu was the director of the Shanghai Radio Administration Bureau, this deputy minister was his radio news editor and chief of the electronics department, and was a first-class confidant.

Shanghai Radio Administration Bureau is actually a spy organization, guided by the Party Affairs Investigation Section, and is responsible for related monitoring and deciphering work.

 "Old Li" and Xu Enzeng's secretary, as well as the party's newspaper president in Tianjin, were in charge of the three key departments of the administration: communications, internal affairs, and field service.

It turned out that these three people were all members of the underground party. Together with other people who had lurked in the Party Investigation Section and the Radio Management Bureau, they were able to form the Party Weihui. It was really outrageous.

well? By the way, where is Xu Enzeng?

I met an old acquaintance today. It doesn’t make sense that Xu Enzeng can’t come out to catch up with old times. After all, we all work together.

Zuo Zhong, who was not too concerned about the excitement, stretched his head and looked around, and soon saw Deputy Director Xu who was trying to sneak away. He immediately smiled and waved.

 “Lao Xu, come on! Come quickly and meet Mr. Li.”

Xu Enzeng stayed where he was, wanting to tear Zuo Zhong's mouth to pieces, but with so many people watching, he reluctantly came over to say hello, for fear of "getting into trouble."

 The deputy minister frowned and said nothing. Instead, he shook hands with the members of the condolences group one by one and said hello. Finally, he invited Zuo Zhong and his party to go to the border area.

Zuo Zhong readily agreed and walked and chatted with the other party and Mr. Chen. With Mr. Chen making peace, the three of them chatted happily. There was constant laughter and laughter for a while. Xu Enzeng followed behind dejectedly, as humble as a slave.

 (End of this chapter)