The third part of the bloody war of resistance, Chapter 9, the third part of the Taihang River (3)

After pressing Mei Youlan down, the team members let go of their hands and observed the surroundings with a vigilant look. But within a while, Mei Youlan climbed to the captain and looked out. There were dozens of men and women, young and old, escorted by more than a dozen puppet troops and five or six Japanese, passing by the mountain road outside.

"Go down" the captain's voice was very low, but very stern. Mei Youlan shook her head firmly, took out the Browning, and rushed to the captain Yangyang like a demonstration.

"If you go down, you will have a taste and will expose your target." The captain's forehead was full of blue veins, with a hint of begging in his tone. He could not force Mei Youlan, and the superiors had strict requirements.

Mei Youlan was a little strange. She smelled it hard and couldn't help frowning. A thick smell came from the captain. She cursed in her heart and said, "I have something to do. The smell on your body can make people feel bad. Turning your head and smelling the team member next to her, the smell coming from the team member is even stronger than the captain."

"You never take a bath?" I didn't realize this problem, but after discovering it, Mei Youlan couldn't help but start complaining, not choosing the time and occasion at all.

The captain had no choice but to ignore her and observe the situation outside. After Mei Youlan complained for a few times, she closed her mouth bored when she saw that no one paid attention to her.

The villagers in Xiaoman Village supported each other and walked very slowly. Several puppet army mothers cursed and touched each other from time to time. The Japanese soldiers were mainly on the periphery. They didn't care about the villagers, but just gathered together, with the puppet army officers next to them.

As Mei Youlan looked at it, she took out the camera and pointed it at the team of villagers and the Japanese puppet troops. In the front of the camera was a gray-haired old lady, with her legs still small feet, and her black pants were tied tightly, and the trouser legs were like two lanterns. She was holding a little girl tightly in her hand, and the little girl looked terrified, and her two little hands grabbed the old lady tightly. The old lady's eyes were helpless and helpless.

The sound of the shutter alarmed the captain. He turned his head to see Mei Youlan holding the camera. Mei Youlan showed most of her head and was about to take the second photo. He pulled Mei Youlan back. Mei Youlan was caught off guard and fell on him.

"You don't want to die." The captain's eyes spewed out of fire and stared at her fiercely.

"I'm fighting, take your stinky hands away." Mei Youlan held the camera in one hand and tried to move the captain's hand away with the other, but the hand was extremely powerful and pressed her shoulder tightly, making her unable to break free. Mei Youlan stopped struggling and whispered in a low voice: "You are a soldier, fight with a gun, I am a reporter, the camera and pen are my weapons, please don't interfere with my battle."

The captain hesitated and relaxed his hand a little, but then he warned Mei Youlan seriously: "The order I received was to send you safely, but you must obey my orders, otherwise I will not be able to complete the task, and you will not be responsible for your life, and you will not be responsible for the entire team of soldiers."

Mei Youlan's face turned red: "Are there only a dozen Japanese devils there? You have guns in your hands, why don't you kill those Japanese traitors? Just watch our people be harmed by the enemy?"

Chang let go of his hands and his face turned purple. There were nine of his team members now, and he had no chance of winning against the enemies outside. When the gunshots sounded, the Japanese were bound to flock to him, and the situation was unpredictable.

But Mei Youlan's words were like a knife, stabbing the captain and the team members. Mei Youlan had too much dealing with Song Yunfei and Wu Ziniu, and even knew a lot about the special forces. In the eyes of those people, more than a dozen Japanese were nothing.

"Actually, these dozen puppet troops are nothing at all. The key is that those Japanese soldiers, as long as they are dealt with, the puppet troops will have no backbone and they dare not resist at all." Mei Youlan took advantage of the situation and suggested again.

The captain glanced at her and said, "What's this? He has been dealing with the Japanese traitors for several years, but he still doesn't know this. The group of Japanese did not continue to go deep into the base area. It must be the Japanese from nearby strongholds who came to fight Qiufeng, and they took a handful of them and ran away. Now they divided their troops to search around, and they must be because they didn't find what they wanted in Xiaoman Village.

It is not that scary that the Japanese gather into big troops. Guerrilla warfare is a war to tease elephants. But if the elephants are broken down into monkeys, it would be no fun. Now the enemy is an elephant that is broken down into monkeys. When the gunshots sound, there is no need to even sound the guns. The Japanese observation posts set up at a high place can be discovered. At that time, the Japanese on all sides surrounded them and the entire team could not escape.

"Captain, fight, the Japanese are far away." The team members next to him pulled the bolts and aimed at the Japanese below. With the Japanese's cruelty, they would not let these villagers go.

"Don't shoot, don't move randomly," the captain said, and once he pulled Mei Youlan, he slipped back to the ravine. The ravine was relatively hidden and the Japanese did not find it.

Back at the bottom of the ditch, the captain gathered the team members together. He briefly introduced the situation and said: "We want to save the villagers, and we can't let the Japanese discover it, so try not to shoot, Shuanzi, take off your clothes and give it to reporter Mei, hurry up, what should I do?"

Shuanzi hesitated and took off his coat and handed it to Mei Youlan. Mei Youlan held it inexplicably, not knowing what to do. The captain said again: "Reporter Mei, put on the coat, and then shake it at the entrance of the ditch to let the Japanese puppet army discover you...."

Mei Youlan soon understood that the captain was a trick to lure the enemy. After the enemy found her, the Japanese would definitely not chase her first. They would definitely let the puppet army come in first. The captain and the others could take down the puppet army first, and then let the puppet army call the Japanese in. As long as the Japanese came in, the rest would be simple, but the captain still had a strict order and would not fire unless he had to.

What surprised the captain was that Mei Youlan was not timid at all, and she was even very excited. She changed into Shuanzi's clothes in a few seconds, and did not bother about the smell of the clothes. Then she stood up and walked towards the mouth of the ditch. The captain quickly called him and explained several precautions to allocate the positions of the players in the ditch, so that she could go out.

Half of the team outside had passed. Mei Youlan ran out in panic at the entrance of the ditch. As soon as she left the entrance of the ditch, she suddenly found the enemy outside. Both sides were stunned. Mei Youlan turned around and ran back. Several puppet troops shouted immediately. After the Japanese came up, they asked four or five puppet troops to chase in.

"Little girl, stop running, I've seen you already." The leader of the black-faced puppet army shouted while chasing. He was stunned when he entered the valley the most. Mei Youlan stood there leisurely, facing them, with the bag in her hand blocking her chest.

The black face had already found something wrong. The waist-deep artemisia just now covered Mei Youlan's lower body. Now Mei Youlan was standing there, wearing local men's clothes on her upper body, but tight breeches and long boots on her lower body. This outfit is definitely unique in this area.

Before he could react, nine figures emerged from the front, back and left and right. The black face raised his hands high, raised the gun in his hand over his head, and knelt down on both knees: "Grandpa Eighth Route, let's go for life."

The captain and Xiao Shitou jumped down, took their guns, skillfully removed the bolt, and stuffed them into their hands. The black-faced men were hesitating. The captain kept the leader's ti: "Call the Japanese in. If you dare to run, there are three guns behind you aimed at you. Remember, the Eighth Route Army treats prisoners with preferential treatment and does things honestly, and you will have nothing to do."

"Yes, yes, Grandpa Eighth Route Army." He nodded and bowed, then ran to the mouth of the ditch and shouted outside: "There are so many people here in Taijun Taijun."

"Punish them out" the Japanese outside did not come in easily.

"There are too many people, and the troublemakers who escaped from Xiaoman Village are here, so they can't get rid of it." The black-faced lies, one by one, the Japanese did not doubt it. The local people were not afraid of the puppet army at all, especially when they were crowded.

When the Japanese heard that Xiaoman Village had all escaped, they rushed in and were stunned when they rushed into the ditch. Except for the black-faced ones, the other puppet troops stood in front of a woman. What's going on?

Just when they were still confused, seven figures pounced from the top of their heads and threw the Japanese to the ground. The two sides started to fight and stood there with black-faced standing. They finally realized that they were about to run away. Mei Youlan shouted sternly: "Stop." As she said the gun in Liangliang's hand, the black-faced man dared not move.

Xiao Shitou was ambushed in the ravine. As soon as the captain and the others rushed down, he rushed out immediately, holding a bayonet in his hand, taking the opportunity to get a bargain. Although Mei Youlan had interviewed many battlefields, it was the first time she saw such close combat, especially the fight between the Eighth Route Army guerrillas.

The captain was obviously much stronger than his opponent. As soon as he pounced down, he pressed the Japanese down tightly. The Japanese's short body struggled desperately, but he could free up a hand, pull out the dagger from his waist, and stab the Japanese in the chest. Then he didn't even look at the Japanese under him and got up to another target.

The battle time was very short. The six Japanese soldiers changed from warriors who were showing off their power to corpses lying on the ground for only five minutes. Mei Youlan realized that although the combat skills of the guerrillas were not as good as professional soldiers like Wu Ziniu and Song Yunfei, their ruthlessness when fighting each other was not bad. Of course, these Japanese were not the elite Japanese soldiers in the Battle of Songhu. Most of them were less than twenty years old, and only the sergeant who fell under the captain's knife was a little older.

"Put it out immediately and let the puppet army leaders outside come in." The captain said with a breath.

The black-faced man played a role again. He ran out of the ditch and shouted at the puppet army platoon leader: "Platform Commander, the Imperial Army will let you in."

Although the platoon leader was strange, he still did not doubt that the Japanese, even a boy with a hair that was not yet fully grown, were older than him. He walked into the ditch cursingly. As soon as he came in, he was forced to the captain with a gun. Then the captain asked the platoon leader to call all the soldiers outside in and simply cleaned up all the puppet troops.

The rescued villagers saw the timid puppet army and rushed forward, punched and kicked. Mei Youlan stood on the high place with interest, pressing the shutter constantly. This time the captain did not interfere with her. After the villagers vented the vent, he came forward to stop him. Then he picked out a few young men and women from the villagers, including three militiamen, and handed the guns of the puppet army to them, so that they could take the prisoners and villagers and move them immediately.

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