The War of Resistance

When it was dawn the next day, a long team of 2,000 people dragged out on the road and set off for Tianjin.

And this team is also the team of traitors.

To say that there are as many as 2,000 teams, it is definitely rare in normal times.

Ma Guang led them to "Lian" and walked among them. Look at his walking posture, which is called "摇**湖**" in Northeast dialect. Hey, look at him!

Wang Laomao Hou Wang Shanqian Chuaner also walked among them. Qian Chuaner rushed back last night after delivering a letter to Shang Zhen. Occasionally, the three of them would exchange glances with each other, full of disapproval.

This is a group of rabble, so what if there are more troops?

The clothes they wear can be of any color, some look like beards coming down from the mountain, some look like selling Dali pills on the street, and most of them look like gangsters who went to the street to fight in groups.

And there are all kinds of weapons in their hands.

Those like Ma Guang who have twenty or thirty guns in their hands are considered good, but more people have knives and guns in their hands.

As regular troops, Wang Laomao and the others are full of disdain for these people in their hearts, but those people feel that they are awesome!

How many real gangsters fight with real skills? It's not because of the large number of people, this time it can be said that the biggest hooligans in Tianjin's history took to the streets to fight, and they went to fight with the police of Tianjin Wei. Bye bye the policemen of Tianjin Wei!

And even though they are all Chinese, they are really a bunch of scum!

What kind of family and country concept do they have? All they think is that "a man has no external wealth and is not rich, and a horse has no night grass and is not fat". They are holding such a dream, imagining that they can do whatever they want after occupying Tianjin Wei!

In their situation, it's like the prisoners in the prison rioting on the streets. When all the scum are mixed together, it is also a huge force!

"How about old brother Wang, can you hang out with me, Ma Guang?" In the marching team, Ma Guang found Old Mao Wang again and chatted.

And as far as his expression is concerned, there is a kind of self-satisfaction, and there is a sign that our team is powerful.

Old Mao Wang glanced at the smug Ma Guang but just said "hey".

Seeing that Wang Laomao remained silent, Ma Guang thought that Wang Laomao was overwhelmed by the momentum of their thousands-strong team, so he started bragging again: "After we make decisions on Tianjin Weidi, brother You haven't married a wife yet, you have a wife too!"

Old Mao Wang was stunned, and thought to himself, do you know how to chatter, you bastard? What the hell do you care if I have a wife?

"Hey!" Ma Guang just finished saying this, but he patted his bald forehead again, "Look, why do I ask this? Even if Lao Ge has a wife, we can also be like those rich people in the future." People say that two bedrooms, three bedrooms and four bedrooms!"

Is this the boy's ideal in life? Old Mao Wang wanted to laugh, but he thought about it too. Which man doesn't want to have three wives and six concubines, but he doesn't know if his back is okay.

"Otherwise, brother, I think you are also a person who has worked hard in the Jianghu. Maybe you are not used to having a family by yourself. When you hang out with Ma Guang and get ahead, we will not marry a wife. Let's go to the brothels in Tianjin Wei!" Seeing that Old Mao Wang didn't respond, Ma Guang bragged again.

But at this moment, Old Mao Wang stretched out his hand towards Ma Guang, and waved it lightly.

"What do you mean, brother? I know five fingers, are you planning to marry a five-room wife or go to five brothels?" Ma Guang just smiled.

But at this time, Old Mao Wang's face changed. He glanced forward, backward, left, and right, and all he saw were Ma Guang's people, so he leaned closer to Ma Guang's ear: "I said, are we going too far?" Have you come forward? You are not afraid of death? Can you guarantee that the police in Tianjin Wei do not have machine guns?"

The three interrogative sentences of Wang Laomao immediately changed Ma Guang's face.

Don't look at Ma Guang's gaudy speech on the surface, but he doesn't have his own little Jiujiu in his heart, and he is not stupid.

The reason why Ma Guang kept getting close to Wang Laomao was because he fell in love with Wang Laomao's marksmanship. He knew that Wang Laomao's marksmanship could save his life at critical times.

And how could Old Mao Wang fail to see his true heart.

"I'm also thinking about it, brother, what do you think?" Ma Guang also lowered his voice and asked Old Mao Wang.

Wang Laomao pretended to be condescending and smiled, and then he said a jingle in a low voice, as if he was a half-immortal in front of the temple who specially read the lottery hexagrams: "People are floating in the rivers and lakes. Don’t get stabbed? If you don’t want to get stabbed, don’t lean (liāo) forward!”

"Brother's opinion, that's exactly what I mean!" Na Ma Guang agreed in a low voice, and then he turned around and whispered to his confidantes.

After a while, someone in Ma Guang's team suddenly fell to the ground.

No one could figure out what was going on, so Ma Guang's team naturally stopped and carried the man to the side of the road for treatment.

Someone later asked them what happened, and they naturally had an explanation.

And when they "rescued" the fallen man, more than half of the long line had passed!

During this process, Wang Laomao and Hou Wangshan were always active in rescue, but Qian Chuan'er pretended to run to the side to relieve himself and looked behind.

When Ma Guang's team marched again, Old Mao Wang looked at Qian Chuan'er while others were not paying attention, and Qian Chuan nodded slightly.

So there was nothing to say next, and a group of mobs marched mightily towards Tianjin Wei.

Just as they approached the suburbs, gunshots came from ahead.

With the sound of gunfire, this impromptu team naturally stopped. You can see that everyone is walking like two to five or eight thousand people, but who is going to charge up when they see life and death?

Especially for a team like Ma Guang, what kind of fighting power can it have if it is assembled? Someone from behind urged them to rush forward, but they would never move.

And at this moment, they saw someone appearing from behind, who was the organizer of the rectification team.

It's just that at Ma Guang's level, they don't know who the organizer is at all, and they just guess that the group of people should have some relationship with the Japanese.

In the end, that group sent dozens of people with rifles in their hands to rush forward.

But there was an open field in front of them, and the dozens of people just ran to the open field when the gun on the opposite side rang again, but this time it was not a rifle, but a machine gun.

"Chu chu chu", a bullet hit the front of the dozens of charging people, and the dozens of people either lay on the ground, or turned around and ran back.

The bullet didn't hit anyone, but it was just a warning shot.

But at this time, the person lying on the ground saw that he was not shooting with a machine gun, and the person who ran back by himself was fine, so he hurriedly got up, turned around and ran back.

In the village at the end of the road, there were indeed policemen, but it was hard to tell how many there were.

Just this time, this traitor team is marching towards Tianjin Wei in a big way. How could the police not get information?

For a while, the enemy and the enemy confronted each other like this.

But Wang Laomao, holding a rifle in his hand, watched from a distance, and sometimes looked back. After exchanging glances with Hou Wangshan and Qian Chuan'er, he nodded slightly.

They are not interested in these rabble, even if there are thousands of people, what they care about is only the organizer of this rabble.

It's not a solution to be exhausted all the time, and finally the group of organizers sent another group of people, and they even rushed forward under the cover of two machine guns.

But this is another gunshot from the opposite side. It sounds like the gunshots from the opposite side didn't ring a few times, and the machine guns on their end were silenced.

The people who were near the machine gun all saw that the machine gunner was shot in the head and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the sound of machine guns from the opposite side rang out, and four or five people who were rushing forward were shot down in the continuous short bursts of "chug-chug".

"There is only one machine gun on the opposite side, what are they afraid of doing? Go up! Each person will be rewarded with 50 yuan!" Someone shouted from behind.

Under the man's shout, the man who was lying on the ground rushed forward again, and the gunshots from the opposite side were still ringing in disorder, and his skills also increased, and the man who charged fell down again. After a few shots, just as the rest of the traitors were about to retreat, the gunfire from the opposite side stopped!

"Rush up, I just said that they don't have many people, right?" an organizer shouted again from behind.