Bright Sword: Follow Kong's fun and build the strongest military industry

Zhou Baoguo hadn't slept for several days. In addition to the physical pain caused by the severe torture, he was more suffering mentally.

Ever since he was arrested, the sound of gunfire outside the prison has never stopped. There was even one time when a group of masked men in black came rushing towards him, but in the end they were surrounded by heavy Japanese troops and all died heroically.

Whenever he saw this scene, he felt both relieved and distressed. What made him relieved was that the blood of the Chinese people was not cold, and there were so many heroes who could not stand the atrocities of the Japanese devils, and this nation still had hope; what made him distressed was that these patriotic heroes should have played a greater role in other battlefields and could have dealt a heavier blow to the enemy instead of sacrificing themselves to rescue him, a dying man. It was not worth it.

However, the traitor named Wang in front of him continued to persuade him: "We are all Chinese. I am doing this for your own good. Living is more important than anything else these days."

After hearing this, Zhou Baoguo sneered and said calmly:

"How dare you say you are Chinese? You have disgraced our ancestors. You have accepted the Japanese as your master. You will eventually be nailed to the pillar of shame in history."

"Forget it. We have different ideals and cannot work together. There is no point in saying more now. I feel sick when I see you. It's better to send me off as soon as possible. I don't want my brothers to wait too long on the road to the underworld."

At this time, he had already accepted the fact that he would die, and he faced death calmly. Dying for his country and his people was a worthy death. In addition, they had caused great losses to the Japanese, so this life was not a waste.

The enemy wanted to use his deeds to destroy the hearts of the people, and Zhou Baoguo also wanted to use his blood to awaken the passion that had long cooled in the hearts of more Chinese people. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Seeing that he could not convince this stubborn stone, the traitor named Wang stopped talking and could only let the Japanese agents take the man onto a prison van and transport him to the execution ground.

Zhou Baoguo, barefoot and shackled, walked step by step towards the truck that was transporting him. His steps were so firm that he even smiled from time to time, as if he was not going to the execution ground but to a banquet.

When he walked to the truck, he had great difficulty getting in because of the severe wounds on his body. The prison guard nearby couldn't bear to watch and wanted to help him, but was roughly pushed away by Zhou Baoguo.

At this time, he wanted to complete the last part of the journey by himself. He didn't want to owe anything when he died, especially these shameless minions who worked for the Japanese.

However, after he climbed into the military truck with difficulty, he stood directly on the front of the truck. There were six Japanese soldiers around him holding Type 38 rifles with bayonets. The enemy wanted to deter in this way.

Before Zhou Baoguo got into the car, he deliberately observed the situation around him with his eyes. In order to ensure safety, the enemy has spent a lot of money this time.

There were five troop transport trucks, each with a Type 99 light machine gun on the front. There was also one truck full of Japanese agents holding submachine guns, and there was even an armored vehicle in front and behind.

This kind of strength cannot be shaken by ordinary underworld forces, unless a battalion of main forces is dispatched, but this is unrealistic.

The Japanese were showing off their powerful strength to intimidate everyone in Tianjin to be obedient.

At this moment, Zhou Baoguo's heart was suddenly filled with deep worry. The Japanese had obviously set a fatal trap. He didn't want anyone to sacrifice because of him again. It was not worth it.

But he had no other choice now and could only pray quietly in his heart, asking him to die peacefully.

After the Japanese convoy drove out of the prison, many ordinary people on the streets along the way came to see them off spontaneously. They were all ordinary people, powerless to resist the Japanese atrocities, and could only bid farewell to their heroes in this way.

"Mom, why are we here today? It's so cold, my feet are so sore, I want to go home."

An innocent eight-year-old boy had been standing in this place with his parents for nearly two hours, his feet were a little numb, so he asked his mother.

Upon hearing this, the mother beside him immediately hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Bao'er, be good, wait a moment. There is an uncle who is a great hero. He is about to die, so we are here to see him off."

"But mother, didn't you tell Baoer that great heroes are omnipotent? Then how could they die?"

The child's innocent question made all the women present burst into tears and all the men subconsciously clenched their fists, with endless grief and anger on their faces.

Yes, their hero was about to die, and everyone could only watch helplessly, and everyone present fell into an inexplicable sadness.

There is a huge gap in strength between China and the Japanese. An industrial country is crushing an agricultural country in all directions. Even if they want to fight back, how can they defeat the fully armed Japanese with bare hands? Fighting hard is of no use except to die. Everyone can only bury this hatred in their hearts and wait for the future.

Zhou Baoguo was delighted when he saw the crowds of people coming to the streets to see him off. This proved that the blood of most Chinese people was still warm. This was enough, and he could go on his journey with peace of mind.

So he forced a smile, just to tell everyone present that death is not scary, we must persevere, the Japanese will be driven out one day, and we will surely win the final victory.

He will not be able to see it, but he hopes that future generations can inherit this spirit of resistance. Only in this way can China avoid extinction.

When everyone saw this, they started crying again. Everyone was angry and looked at all the Japanese devils with angry eyes.

The convoy moved forward slowly. The Japanese wanted to show off their military power in this way and suppress the Chinese people's will to resist.

At this time, Kong Hao led his men to a three-way intersection in the middle section of the road. The terrain of this place was relatively complex, making it very convenient for rapid evacuation after the operation was completed.

Moreover, there are relatively few people in this place. Ordinary people either go to the prison gate or to the execution ground to see them off. This place is right in the middle and has a very wide view, making it the most difficult to ambush the enemy convoy.

Kong Hao mounted a heavy sniper rifle on the window of a building. His mission was to penetrate the two armored vehicles of the Japanese devils and provide fire cover for the special forces.

Wang Xikui was also lying in ambush on the other side with an SDV semi-automatic sniper rifle. His mission was to use the high rate of fire of the semi-automatic sniper rifle to kill all the enemies in the vehicle escorting Zhou Baoguo in the chaos.

The other members of the special forces team were also assigned their respective tasks. We only had ten minutes. If we were delayed for too long, retreating would be a very troublesome thing.

Comrade Mashe led the action team to ambush in several groups not far away. If the situation here was not taken as planned, once the Japanese reinforcements arrived, they would be responsible for blocking the enemy's reinforcements.

However, with twenty PPSh submachine guns in hand, our intelligence personnel now have decent firepower and can use them to block enemy reinforcements for a while without much of a problem.

As for the people from Dafengtang, a part of their elite troops were also dispatched to stand by in other places. If necessary, they would find ways to create some chaos, such as firing a few shots and throwing a few grenades, which could also help disrupt the enemy's vision.