Bright Sword: Koi, we have reached the enemy's base camp

Although these people were wearing civilian clothes, they had guns on their waists.

It’s not a bastard box, but an authentic German-made rate of fire machine.

After these guys went out, they looked everywhere for Wang Hao and the others.

Yes, no matter where it is, they will look for it.

In the office of the old devil in Gangcun, he received another clear text telegram from Wang Hao.

Looking at the contents of the plaintext telegram, the old devil from Gangcun was not angry, but smiled coldly.

Yes, Wang Hao wanted money. He asked him to take 10 US dollars before he let them go out to collect the bodies.

This time, Commander Okamura calmly asked his signalman to send a telegram to Wang Hao, and the two of them actually negotiated the price using plain text telegrams.

Commander Okamura was not in a hurry, as long as he talked, it would be fine. He was also trying to buy time so that the people he sent out could find Wang Hao and kill him.

He was thinking all day long that it would be so cool if the people he sent out could meet Wang Hao and suddenly pull out a gun and kill him.

The conversation lasted for two days.

Wang Hao realized something was wrong. Why did this old devil from Gang Village suddenly start talking nonsense to him?

The most important thing is that Wang Hao can't wait. If the corpses really rot and cause a plague, it will be troublesome.

Finally, Wang Hao had to agree to the Gangcun old devil to pay 5 US dollars and let the Gangcun old devil directly deposit it into the account of the Eighth Route Army.

At this point, Okamura was helpless. The other party had already agreed to the $5 he proposed.

If he didn't pay, the bodies would really rot. He didn't want the bodies to rot. After all, the city of Beiping was still his.

As a result, the two sides quickly reached a deal, and the Japanese began to come out to collect the bodies.

Wang Hao and his men cannot kill the Japanese soldiers who come out to collect the bodies.

Wang Qiang and several Eighth Route Army soldiers hid in a Japanese house. He stood by the window, looking at the Japanese outside, and his hands were itching to kill them.

"Damn, it's really annoying to see so many little devils not being killed!"

Suddenly, Wang Qiang's eyes lit up. Who were those dozen guys?

"Hey, hey, hey, who are those guys? Come over and take a look, do you know any of them?"

Wang Qiang said to several comrades next to him.

Several comrades hurried over to look down.

I saw a dozen guys in civilian clothes hiding in a corner of the street below, pointing their cameras at the Japanese devils.

It seems like they are preparing to attack those corpse-collecting devils.

Wang Qiang said quickly: "You guys hurry down and stop them. If they beat up these little Japanese soldiers and they don't come out to collect the bodies, that would be bad."

Peng Liang and a few others hurried down and slowly approached the dozen or so guys.

I saw that the dozen or so guys had already found cover, but were still hesitating whether to shoot.

Peng Liang shouted over there, "Hey, who are you?"

The dozen or so guys were startled and quickly turned around to look at Peng Liang and the others.

"Who are you?"

Peng Liang said, "We are the Eighth Route Army, Wang Hao's unit. Who are you?"

When they heard this, they immediately laughed: "Oh, so you are Comrade Wang Hao's troops. We are the guerrillas in Beiping. My name is Jiang Ping, and I am their captain. I am glad to meet you!"

"Oh my, it's Comrade Jiang Ping. We are very happy to meet you!"

The two sides immediately shook hands politely.

"Comrade Jiang Ping, we can't fight these devils. If they don't collect the bodies, their bodies will rot."

The guy named Jiang Ping nodded and said, "I have also considered this issue, otherwise I would have taken action earlier. These damned Japanese devils used to chase us everywhere. I wanted to cut them into pieces."

"Come on, I'll take you to see our platoon leader. Let's go..."

Peng Liang took them to meet Wang Qiang.

When the group of guys met, they immediately started to be polite to each other.

"Oh my, it's Comrade Wang Qiang! I've heard of your name for a long time! It's really an honor to meet you today!"

Wang Qiang felt a little embarrassed by his praise, and he held his hand and kept complimenting him.

"Comrade Wang Qiang, we have heard of Comrade Wang Hao's name a long time ago. He is our idol! I wonder if Comrade Wang Qiang can take us to meet him?"

"Yes, yes, yes. We admire Comrade Wang Hao so much and really want to meet him."

This guy named Jiang Ping wanted to meet Wang Hao so much. If he could see Wang Hao and kill him with his gun, he would have made a great contribution.

Therefore, it is impossible for them to draw their guns and shoot Wang Qiang and others now. It would be too much of a loss. If they want to kill someone, they should kill Wang Hao.

They felt that this was the first time they were so close to killing Wang Hao.

Wang Qiang had no choice. It would be unreasonable not to take them to meet him when he was being flattered so much.

So Wang Qiang sent someone to find Wang Hao. Before meeting Wang Hao, he had to inform him first.

Such things were happening in many places in Peking.

There was no way. For some unknown reason, so many guerrillas suddenly appeared in the city of Peking.

These guerrillas wanted to attack the Japanese who were collecting corpses, but many of them were discovered by Wang Hao's troops.

So, Wang Hao's troops ran over to stop them, and then everyone got to know each other.

These guerrillas seemed to admire Wang Hao's troops very much. Once they got close, they were reluctant to leave and even asked to see Wang Hao.

Those people had no choice but to send someone to notify Wang Hao first, just like Wang Qiang did.

If you bring a stranger to see Wang Hao, you must notify him first.

Wang Hao, Zhao Gang and their group also discovered a group of "guerrilla" fighters, a total of more than a dozen people.

When Zhao Gang saw these guerrillas, he was very enthusiastic!

However, Wang Hao is different from them.

As soon as Wang Hao saw these guerrilla fighters, he felt uncomfortable all over. Wang Hao couldn't tell the specific reason, but he just felt uncomfortable.

But then again, no matter how uncomfortable they are, they are still guerrillas, and you can't just let them do anything.

The last time Wang Hao shook the hand of Captain Wang Ping, the uncomfortable feeling became even worse.

At this moment, Wang Ping, who was shaking hands with Wang Hao, smiled, firmly grasped Wang Hao's hand, pulled out the gun from his waist with his left hand, and pointed it at Wang Hao's stomach.

Wang Hao was just wondering why he felt so uncomfortable when the guy in front of him suddenly attacked, catching him off guard.

Wang Ping was overjoyed. He pointed the gun at Wang Hao's stomach and pulled the trigger decisively.

"Wang Hao, go to hell! The credit for killing you belongs to me, no one else can take it away from me. Haha..."

But the next second, his expression froze.

With a click, the gun in his hand jammed.

"Bakayalu, what kind of stinky gun is this..."

Wang Ping immediately started cursing inwardly.

However, it was too late. Wang Hao reacted and kicked him away.

Almost at the same time, the dozen or so guys brought by Wang Ping also pulled out their guns and shot at Wang Hao, Zhao Gang and others.