Knight of the Light

From 8 o'clock to 12 o'clock in the night, Zhou Qingfeng roamed everywhere in the city of Changsha. He runs fast, has good physical strength, walks across the street, climbs over the wall and climbs to the house, there are battlefields everywhere.

Ordinary people shrank from the house and were frightened, but there was no danger to life. The big soldiers on the street were miserable. Attacks were everywhere. A little wind and grass would lead to violent shots.

These gunshots are all aimless, just for courage. The officers and soldiers of the national army have been afraid to stay on the streets with no evidence, and have retreated into the buildings of the key departments. If the psychological pressure is greater, there will be a possibility of collapse.

The divisions of He Jian’s thirty-fifth army are scattered throughout Hunan, and the troops staying in Changsha only have troops directly under the army. In order to suppress the situation, he has ordered the mobilization of forces outside the city to'rebel' or'repress'.

The dignitaries in the city are shrunk in the tightly guarded office building and even the basement, or they are cursed or frightened, and they are at a loss. At the same time, a bad news hit-Changsha has no owner, Hunan has no owner.

He Jianxun was in the military headquarters and learned this and jumped at him. If it is normal, he also wants to try to be the leader of Hunan Province, but this is really not the time. He grabbed the collar of the correspondent who came to report and asked anxiously:

"Having been fighting for a long time, don't we even know who is outside? We didn't kill the other person, and arrested a few captives? Do you even have this ability?"

The command gathered the commanders of the troops directly under the army, but they were helpless. Just now Deputy Commander Liu Jianxu personally brought the men and women directly under the pistol battalion to the town, and there was no good result.

This is the best equipped battalion in the whole army. Officers use 20 rounds of'mirror box', and big-headed soldiers use bursts of'flower organs'. This elite team is usually used for warfare or chewing on the hard bones. Today, the deputy commander was forced to lead the team himself.

But such a strong force, with a torch, went out a few steps and encountered a ghostly head grenade.

The thief who dropped the grenade was bad. He didn't know what height to hide in the building, and all the grenade he dropped was bombed. The pistol regiment passing through the street exploded in a row.

Waiting for this company to withdraw the casualties, but no one can tell where the enemy is. Deputy Commander Liu consciously lost his face, standing under a wall behind the street and slapped the company commander hard, calling the other party a waste and demanding military practice.

The deputy commander had a high status, and the torches lit beside him were all bright, and the cursing sounded even half a street. But when he sniffed a few slaps out quickly, a clear gunshot popped out of the darkness.

The gun was aimed at the chest, but it was in the middle of Liu Jianxu's neck. The bullet cut the skin of the deputy commander's neck, shredded all the vascular and muscular fascia inside, and the blood swelled out under the pressure of the heart.

The guardian's own soldiers suddenly screamed, and quickly ran towards the headquarters holding the deputy commander. Just waiting to come back and see, the deputy commander bleeds too much and has already hung up.

With such an example, He Jian can only transfer the pistol regiment back to stick to the headquarters. Now we have to wait for the large troops outside the city to enter the city, or we can wait for the dawn to see the situation clearly.

But the fact that He Jun is not coming out does not mean that Zhou Qingfeng at night does not make trouble.

A few decades later, people are used to the night lights of the city. However, almost a hundred years ago, even if the flashlight was not popular, it was normal that the darkness was black at night.

Zhou Qingfeng had suffered from "open eyes and blind eyes" when he was in the Black Forest, knowing that soldiers in the dark are very easy to lose control and collapse. Constant death also magnifies this emotion a hundredfold, causing greater damage.

The west of Changsha is close to the Xiang River. Due to the convenience of water transportation, the west of the city is full of docks and warehouses. The quarterman’s quartermaster is on the west side of Zhongshan Road, near the city wall.

Like the key department, the warehouse in the military quarters is well guarded. The high wall is equipped with barbed wire, which was originally energized, but now has no electricity. The patrol not only has ‘flower organs’, but also is equipped with a few ‘Macqin’ heavy machine guns that are rare in the whole army.

But this could not prevent the single bullet from shooting in the dark. After the machine gunners were named one by one, the guard of the warehouse realized that the illuminated torch should be extinguished. But when the torch was extinguished, they could see nothing themselves.

The warehouse is a battalion. As soon as they were ready to stay the course, they heard someone outside shouting, "Brothers in the warehouse, let us consider each other.

I won't go in and fight hard with you, and don't bother. Give me some explosives and detonators, and I will let you go. Otherwise, I threw a grenade into the warehouse and blasted you into the sky. "

In order to show that he was indeed capable of causing damage to the warehouse, an unstringed grenade hit the window of the warehouse's security room from the night.

The head of the National Army Battalion, who was guarding the warehouse, was still encouraging his men. The broken window made him startled. When he saw the grenade roll at his feet, he even lay on the ground and quickly climbed out a few meters away.

When the grenade was not exploded, the warehouse commander immediately reversed his attitude and shouted from the outside of the warehouse: "Brother outside, there is something to say. I am here as a munitions warehouse, and I am desperate to fight with you if I am anxious."

"Give me a hundred kilograms of explosives and a detonator. Otherwise, my next grenade will be stringed." The voice in the darkness was loud and deterrent. "I know where you are hiding, don't seek your way."

One hundred kilograms of explosives? Who is this for?

The battalion commander of the warehouse thought twice and sent a man to stand in front of the warehouse and negotiate.

Want explosives?

No.

Will there be no explosives in a military’s munitions warehouse?

Sorry, these thirty-fifth army is a super big card, rely on He Jian to get around to control the troops. There is really no explosives in the warehouse. There are mainly weapons and ammunition, military uniforms, and even military pay is not here.

"Brother outside, would you like to take a machine gun away? The German-made MG08 machine gun, which our captain only imported from abroad last month. Send you two boxes of ammunition, plus ten quick guns."

The MG08 machine gun is good, but it is too bulky. The machine gun with tripod weighs 62 kg. Zhou Qingfeng is moving, but don't forget it's bulletless. If you add a bullet, it is really choking, it is too inconvenient to carry.

After careful consideration, Zhou Qingfeng asked for a 9mm pistol and a 7-9 round. One is for the'Bergman' submachine gun, and the other is for the'old sleeve', each with a thousand rounds. Plus twenty grenades.

Together, these ammunition weighs dozens of kilograms.

The two sides reached an agreement, and the commander of the warehouse was surprised that Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to heavy machine guns. But he sent his men out of a few large boxes of ammunition like sending a plague.

They are all long wooden boxes made by Hanyang Arsenal. They are sturdy and sturdy. They are particularly heavy. The barracks of the warehouse put the box behind the building 100 meters away as instructed, and Zhou Qingfeng came out and carried the box away.

This is not a fuss.