Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Ma Quan, wearing shiny leather boots and riding a tall horse, personally led the team to Xigou Township in the south of Pingshun County.

Ma Quan was ambitious and was determined to take advantage of this opportunity to make enough money. Even if the wind changed in the future, he could escape to Shanghai with all the gold, silver and jewelry, marry seventeen or eighteen concubines, and live a comfortable life.

"Captain, Xigou Township is in the south of Pingshun County, close to the Eighth Route Army's territory. Should we move to another place?"

A puppet soldier with a moustache and shifty eyes came up to him with some concern.

Ma Quan had been in Pingshun County for so long that he certainly knew that Xigou Township was close to the Eighth Route Army's territory. However, it was precisely because of this that they did not go to Xigou Township repeatedly to "sweep" and become rich.

He wanted to seize the opportunity when a large number of Japanese soldiers came to Pingshun County for "support". This time he brought three companies and killed the fattened sheep for meat.

In this area of ​​about twenty miles, even if the Eighth Route Army had the courage of a bear or a leopard, they would not dare to rebel.

"Wei San'er, you've been with me for seven or eight years, right?"

"Captain, I followed you when you were working in Nanjing, for almost seven or eight years."

"Alas, you have been with me for so long, but you still haven't learned the truth that wealth and honor can only be achieved through risk. Xigou Township is a fat sheep. We can rob it and run away. When will we rob it if we don't do it now?"

As they were talking, the 400-odd men led by Ma Quan left the outskirts of the city and pounced towards Xigou Township like a hungry wolf.

Although Wei Saner had some vague worries in his heart, he threw these insignificant worries to the wind when he thought about the delicious food and drinks he would have after the robbery.

Xigou Township, about 20 miles away from Pingshun County, came into Ma Quan's sight in less than two hours. Although the town was not big, it had not been plundered by them for some time and seemed very wealthy.

"Oh, it's really rich. Let's make more efforts, brothers, move back everything that can be moved, and don't leave a grain of rice for the Eighth Route Army."

Ma Quan waved his hand, and the puppet army rushed into the town like Japanese invaders entering a village. However, they were shocked when they arrived at the town. The town was deserted and looked like a ghost town.

Wei Saner looked around vigilantly and took out his box gun to give himself courage.

"Captain, something doesn't seem right. Is there an ambush?"

Looking at the deserted town, Ma Quan was a little scared, but then he calmed down.

"Could it be that these unruly people received the news in advance and hid themselves? Smash it!"

Wei San put the box gun on his waist, kicked open the broken door of a shop, and saw a shelf full of goods.

Wei Saner rushed over, hugged a bunch of things in his arms, and happily ran to Ma Quan to take credit.

"Captain, these unruly people must have received the news in advance and ran away. Look, we didn't even have time to collect these goods."

Ma Quan waved his hand with great enthusiasm.

"Brothers, charge quickly and take the things back. We will reward you according to your merits."

These puppet soldiers were not good at fighting, but they were experts at robbing ordinary people. They simply threw the rifles on their shoulders onto the carriage, rolled up their sleeves and rushed into the shops.

If you were in the Eighth Route Army, would you dare to let your weapon leave your body?

However, Ma Quan's troops were different. They were all here to make a living. Who would really fight to the death? They were not carrying rifles on their shoulders. They were just weapons to boost their courage. They were all robbing the people's amulets.

Ma Quan looked at the puppet troops who were as ferocious as wolves and tigers, and nodded with satisfaction.

In the blink of an eye, more than 400 puppet soldiers disappeared into the alleys of the town like a handful of sand scattered into the sea.

In the alley came the sound of door panels being smashed, and the shouting of some puppet soldiers, like the noise of a fight for "trophies".

After half an hour, none of the puppet soldiers who had dispersed came back. Ma Quan frowned and pursed his lips at the guards beside him.

"Who, go see what's going on?"

The guards rushed out excitedly. They were upset because they couldn't grab anything just now, but now they could stuff those small items into their pockets to their heart's content.

The guard picked a jewelry store and rushed in, but as soon as he entered the door he smelled a strong smell of blood.

"not good!"

As the guard put his hand on the box gun at his waist, a chill ran down his neck.

Then, a sweet taste came from his throat, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground, lifeless.

In the darkness, a face covered with ink appeared, and Zhang Xuan nodded.

"Let's go, next!"

It turned out that Ma Quan's actions had long been discovered by the Independent Column, so they cleared the town in advance. All the special forces members hid in the shops and killed the puppet troops silently with daggers.

A company of the reconnaissance battalion was also deployed outside the town, ready to catch Ma Quan in a trap.

Zhang Xuan didn't expect that the puppet soldiers would be so cooperative. They didn't even carry guns, but just stretched their necks bare to let them wipe them.

The special forces members worked in groups of two and killed most of the puppet soldiers who broke into the store like cutting melons and vegetables.

The strong smell of blood spread from the alley to the center of the street and seemed to reach Ma Quan's nose.

"What is the taste?"

A guard with blood on his hands tremblingly took out his gun.

"Captain, it smells like blood."

Ma Quan's heart skipped a beat and he immediately took out his gun and fired several shots into the air.

"Ready to fight!"

Within a moment, the sound of "da da da" gunfire could be heard from every alley, but it sounded like the sound of continuous firing from a 95 rifle.

Under the powerful fire suppression of the 95 rifle, those puppet soldiers who did not fall quietly under the dagger were shot and fled in panic.

Soon, there were corpses everywhere in the alley.

Ma Quan felt something was wrong, so he immediately jumped on his horse, turned around and prepared to run out of the town.

But it was too late, a burst of intensive gunfire came from the town, and it seemed that the team he left behind to block the civilians was also in trouble.

The special forces and the reconnaissance battalion encountered almost no resistance along the way. They mowed down all the puppet soldiers who attempted to take up guns, leaving only a few spineless ones kneeling on the ground with their hands raised in surrender.

Ma Quan raised his box gun high above his head.

"May I ask which group of heroes are these?"

Monk Wei snatched away his box gun.

"You traitor, I'm your Eighth Route Army grandfather!"

Ma Quan could never have imagined that the Eighth Route Army would appear in Xigou Township, less than 20 miles away from Pingshun County, and almost wiped out his three companies.

"Grandpa Eighth Route Army, please spare my life. I have never killed my compatriots!"

Monk Wei kicked Ma Quan to the ground with a whip kick and spat at him fiercely.

"You son of a bitch, you've never killed anyone yourself. But you, a bunch of traitors, robbed the common people in the surrounding area, leaving them without food or water. How many people starved to death!"

After saying that, Monk Wei pulled the bolt of his gun and pointed the black hole at Ma Quan's head.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he was stopped by a big hand.