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

The two Broadsword mines were like two iron brooms, sweeping the unsuspecting detective team.

In a flash, the ground was filled with screaming dogs of traitors.

Jia Gui was lucky, and was unharmed except for being trembling on the ground due to fear. The lackey next to him was not so lucky, and became his human shield.

"Surf the gun and don't kill!"

When Jia Gui came to his senses, he realized that he had been ambushed by the Eighth Route Army and his vicious side was exposed.

"Brothers, there are only thirty or so Eighth Route Army soldiers. Don't be afraid, charge at me!"

"Crack! Crack!"

After saying that, Jia Gui lay on the ground and fired two shots towards the hillside.

The fearless detective team really wanted to use the Mauser pistols in their hands to beat down the Eighth Route Army who were armed with only homemade guns and cannons.

Halfway through the charge, he was discouraged by the "da da da" sound of the flames.

"Captain Jia, the firepower of the Eighth Route Army is too strong. Should we retreat?"

Seeing that the duck in his mouth was about to fly away, Jia Gui touched his head and said harshly:

"Fuck it, retreat!"

The detective team was not good at charging, but they were very professional at retreating, turning around and running north in a flash.

Just after jumping out a dozen meters, he was driven back by several tongues of fire.

Jia Gui cursed Ding Yanchun hundreds of times in his heart. What the hell were these thirty or so Eighth Route Army soldiers? Dozens of automatic weapons, wouldn't that be a battalion?

"Eighth Route Army Grandpa, spare my life. I am Jia Gui, the captain of the Ping'an County Detective Team. I surrender!"

A voice came from the dark grave.

"Put the gun on the left and squat on the right!"

Soon, the Mauser pistols were piled up into a hill, and fifty or sixty dusty traitors squatted next to it.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Zhang Xuan rushed down from between the graves with a gun in hand.

"Behave yourself, if you don't want to die, stay here quietly! Who is your leader?"

Jia Gui took advantage of a little light in the sky and saw Zhang Xuan, who was dressed in colorful clothes, and raised his hand.

"Master Ba, I am their captain Jia Gui, but I didn't do anything bad. I had no choice but to fight against the devils."

Zhang Xuan was stunned when he saw Jia Gui, who had a rat-like face and was as thin as a monkey.

If it weren't for Jia Gui, he would never have believed this traitor with droopy eyes, a small mustache and a paper fan on his waist.

When Jia Gui saw Zhang Xuan's eyes widened, his heart skipped a beat and he secretly reviewed all the bad things he had done recently.

"Damn it, is it another poor kid who joined the army? Damn, it's really a narrow road for enemies!"

Jia Gui plucked up his courage, raised his head slightly, and there were several horizontal lines on his skinny forehead.

"Ba Ye?"

"That's your Eighth Route Army grandfather, are you Jia Gui?"

"Jia Gui? Who the hell is Jia Gui? Where did this bastard Jia Gui come from?"

Zhang Xuan wanted to laugh when he saw Jia Gui’s poor acting skills. With this standard traitor’s outfit, who else could it be but Jia Gui?

"Stop pretending, who in the country doesn't know you, Jia Gui?"

Jia Gui pointed at the tip of his nose with a finger as thin as a chopstick, and his eyes widened into cross-eyed.

"I'm so fucking famous now? Then who are you?"

"I am me."

"Press your wrist."

"Keep the fire off."

When Jia Gui heard this, he wondered if this could be a brother from the underworld.

If we can save this dog's life, there's a chance.

Jia Gui stood up, his back bent like a praying mantis.

"I was saying it, you guys don't look like Eighth Route Army soldiers dressed like this. Are you robbing money or women?"

Zhang Xuan looked at Jia Gui, whose mustache was wriggling like a little bug, and almost vomited his overnight meal.

"We are the Eighth Route Army. Who the hell wants to rob you of your sex and money?"

Jia Gui was relieved. Fortunately, he had some savings, so his years as captain were not in vain.

"Okay, Master Ba, how many brothers do we have in total? The Eighth Route Army brothers have worked hard to fight us, so we will give each brother 100 yuan as a reward for his hard work."

Zhang Xuan quietly made the number "three" with his fingers.

"thirty."

Jia Gui's eyes rolled around. The firepower was definitely more than thirty, and it was even more powerful than the Type 99 light rifle of the Imperial Army.

"Master Ba, please stop joking. I would believe you even if you said there was a battalion."

Henry Zhang pressed Hou Zhen's intercom, and a row of soldiers from the special forces team surrounded the participating detective team.

"1, 2,3, 32, ..., !"

Jia Gui's eyes were crossed from counting so much, but he finally counted them all, and there were really about thirty of them.

Jia Gui stood on tiptoe and tilted his neck, ready to argue. How could these thirty or so Eighth Route Army soldiers defeat more than a hundred of them?

But as soon as his fingertips pointed forward, he was frightened by the black muzzle of the gun and retracted it.

Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes.

"Hmm? Not convinced?"

Jia Gui shrank his neck.

"Master Ba, we have no grudges in the past or in the present, let's talk business. How about three thousand dollars for my life?"

Henry Zhang sneered. He wanted to fool people with three thousand dollars? This was not even enough to pay for the bullets.

"Captain Jia, is your life so cheap?"

"Hehehe, just treat me as a dog and let me go. No, I'm worse than a dog!"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll send someone to take you back to get it. If you're missing 10,000 silver dollars, I'll send you straight to hell!"

Jia Gui was taken to Pingshun, and the other detective teams were detained together with Ma Quan.

When Jia Gui returned to Pingshun County, he wanted to play some tricks and hide some silver dollars, but Wang Ming who followed him saw through him and gave him a slap in the face.

Jia Gui covered his face with his hands, and his eyes almost drooped to the ground.

"The Imperial Army is attacking me, and the Eighth Route Army is attacking me too. I can't live like this!"

Wang Ming kicked Jia Gui on the butt.

"I don't care whether you can pass or not, just make arrangements quickly."

Everywhere Jia Gui's eyes glanced was searched thoroughly. Thinking of the big gold tooth, Jia Gui was particularly obsessed with gold, so all his silver dollars were exchanged for gold bars.

Wang Ming hid the gold bars on his body and put the pistol against Jia Gui's waist.

"Come on, Captain Jia, come with me again?"

Jia Gui originally wanted to make some trouble, but he had already paid the redemption money, so why was he tied up again?

But when he saw the neat little pistol, he gave up.

After leaving the city gate, Jia Gui saw a team of patrolling Japanese soldiers. His eyes rolled and he approached them quietly.

When Wang Ming saw that this guy was trying to play tricks, the two soldiers on his left and right held his arms and walked in another direction.

But Jia Gui's figure was too obvious, like a human-shaped shrimp that had accidentally wandered into a crowd, and was particularly conspicuous among the bustling crowd early in the morning.

"Captain Jia, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

Jia Gui grabbed a life-saving straw, pulled his arm away, and rushed towards the Japanese devils.

Ma Ming now had only three people, and each of them only had a pistol, and they also had more than a dozen small yellow croakers on them, so they winked at each other and quickly slipped out of the city.

Jia Guier was also very cunning and was afraid that he would be accidentally injured in the crossfire.

After Ma Ming and the other two left the city, he pointed at the city gate and shouted loudly.

"Taijun, Eighth Route Army!"