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

The man with a crew cut took out his walkie-talkie and pressed the key.

"Captain, there are two groups of people giving us gifts. The first group seems to be pushing silver dollars, and the second group, more than a hundred people, looks like they are giving us bullets?"

The man with a crew cut, who was hiding at the city gate, reported the situation.

The detectives behind them were all carrying revolvers, all in black shirts and black hats. Counting them all, there were about a hundred of them.

"Hey, if silver dollars come, we can eat meat. If bullets come, we can shoot them back!"

Zhang Xuan unfolded the battle map and pointed to Xiajing Village in the south of Xigou Township.

"Since it's a gift for us, why don't we go and greet it?"

More than a hundred detective teams are a piece of cake for Zhang Xuan's special forces team, not even enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.

Zhang Xuan led a platoon of special forces, rode on a BMW motorcycle, and quickly maneuvered to the mass grave on the hillside outside Xiajing Village.

Platoon leader Wang Ming looked at the dark mound of the grave and heard one or two crows calling, which made his back feel cold.

"Captain, why did you choose this damn place? I think this place is full of yin energy. Why don't we go somewhere else?"

Henry Zhang slapped Wang Ming on the helmet and looked at him with contempt.

"Da Mingzi, aren't you a well-known tough guy? Back then, the drug dealer stabbed a hole in your arm with a knife and you didn't say a word. Are you afraid of mass graves now?"

Wang Ming seemed to be touched in a sore spot. He straightened his helmet and became serious.

"Captain, what do I have to be afraid of as a grown man? Aren't we just afraid that the Yin Qi will be too strong and harm our bodies?"

"What are you afraid of? Are you, dozens of grown men, afraid of the strong Yin energy? Even if everyone pee, it will extinguish the Yin energy! Stop talking nonsense and make arrangements quickly!"

Wang Ming was speechless. Are there only a few dozen of them and they are still virgins?

Although he was talking, he did not stop working. Wang Ming led a squad of soldiers to install two more Broadsword mines on the road below the mass grave.

Originally, Wang Ming was planning to install six or seven of them and blow them all to death to prevent them from attacking again. He wanted to finish the fight early and go back to sleep.

But Zhang Xuan scolded him harshly.

"Da Mingzi, you've had too many good days, haven't you? Now I ask you to kill someone but you refuse. How can you be like this? Tell the brothers to pass on the message. Just like in the daytime, try not to kill if you can!"

Wang Ming looked at Zhang Xuan's eyes glowing green in the dark, and knew that this guy must be planning to attack the detective team again.

In that chaotic era, the devils lived a first-class life, while the detective team and puppet army lived a second-class life.

If you want to get rich and buy some delicious food for your brothers, you have to rely on these traitors.

In the second half of the night, the crew cut who was following the detective team sent a signal: the detective team and Wei Saner who was delivering the silver dollars were still ten minutes away from Xiajing Village.

With a "click", Zhang Xuan pulled the bolt.

"Brothers, prepare for battle. Whether we can eat roast chicken and roast duck tomorrow depends on tonight! Don't kill our big baby!"

It's a dark, windy, murderous night.

Wei Saner was so eager to save his master that he waded through the mass grave without paying attention to the dark mounds.

Jia Gui from the detective team tiptoed and followed Wei Saner timidly.

"Damn it, I didn't expect this kid to walk so fast. I'm so tired!"

"Captain Jia, is what your lover said reliable? We are getting farther and farther away from Pingshun County, and I feel uneasy."

When Jia Gui thought of Ding Yanchun's fair body, his mouth began to water.

"Humph, this little slut doesn't dare to lie to me."

Jia Gui only did two things in his life that made him proud.

One thing was that he became the captain of the detective team, which was considered to be "honor to the family."

Another thing was that he slept with the second concubine of his archenemy, Ma Quan, the head of the security corps.

Just a few hours ago, Ding Yanchun found Jia Gui crying and quietly told him everything about Ma Quan's kidnapping.

When Jia Gui heard that Ma Quan was kidnapped by the Eighth Route Army, he was overjoyed and wished that he would be executed on the spot.

Ding Yanchun was beaten with a pig whip and lay on Jia Gui's bed acting like a coquettish child.

"Brother Gui'er, why don't you follow Wei San'er and check to see if that damned guy is dead or not?"

Jia Gui didn't want to get involved in this mess. He had experienced how powerful the Eighth Route Army was. Their bullets and machete blades were no joke.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling sorry for your useless man?"

"Humph, who cares about him? I just care about the tens of thousands of dollars in cash and the small yellow croaker. When the time comes, we'll take the money and run away!"

When Jia Gui heard that the amount was so much, he thought that Ma Quan was indeed an expert in business and it seemed that he had made a lot of money in the past few years.

You can earn money, but you have to live to spend it, right?

Jia Gui pinched Ding Yanchun's white chest.

"How many Eighth Route Army soldiers?"

Ding Yanchun remembered that Wei Saner said there were probably about a hundred of them, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. Given Jia Gui's personality, wouldn't he be scared to death if he knew there were only a hundred Eighth Route Army soldiers?

"Brother Gui'er, there are only more than 30 of them, all guerrillas. How can a regular Eighth Route Army engage in kidnapping business?"

Jia Guier thought about it and it was true. In southern Shanxi, there was really no real Eighth Route Army soldier who could do such a thing.

Wealth and wealth are found in danger.

Jia Guier immediately decided to lead the team himself to kill these dozens of Eighth Route Army soldiers on the spot, and then confiscated the silver dollars and small yellow croakers, and killed Ma Quan by the way.

Three birds with one stone.

Jia Guier put on his pants and went out, gathering more than a hundred members of the detective team. There was no need for pre-war mobilization. As soon as they heard that there was money to be shared, they all became like jackals.

"Captain Jia, why does this place feel wrong?"

This sentence brought Jia Gui back to reality.

Jia Gui looked at the dark grave mounds on the hillside, and saw a few ghost lights floating above the graves.

"Damn it, is this a mass grave? Hurry up and follow them!"

"No, Captain Jia, why do I feel like someone is watching us? Otherwise, why don't we just stop making money and go back first?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Only a ghost would look at you in this Luanfenggang. Hurry and follow me."

As Jia Gui spoke, he felt a chill on his back and quickly took out the revolver from his waist to give himself courage.

Jia Gui kicked the lackey beside him on the butt.

"Follow!"

Zhang Xuan, who was on the hillside, watched Wei Saner completely pass through the ambush circle, and then pressed the throat-vibrating intercom.

"Brothers, wait for my order, detonate the mines first, and remember, leave no one alive!"

The sneaky Jia Gui led the detective team and fell completely into an ambush.

Jia Guier watched the dark shadows between the graves move and seem to make a rustling sound. She rubbed her eyes but found nothing.

"Damn it. Ding Yanchun is such a troublemaker. I have to get some medicine to nourish her when I get back."

Before Jia Gui could think about whether to drink pig penis soup or bull penis soup, sparks of electricity burst out from the green iron box on the roadside.

"Oh!"