Zhao Hu squatted in front of the officer, watching the guy move in a pool of blood sarcasm, and asked softly: "Matsuichi Ohara?"

Ohara resisted the pain all over his body and gritted his teeth and said, "Baga, you ignorant anti-Japanese elements will sooner or later be crushed by the chariots of our empire. I believe that this day is not far away!"

"Oh, can you send another 50,000 troops to bite me?"

After hearing this, Xiaoyuan was shocked: How did he know the highest military secret of the empire? Could it be that the news was leaked?

Without waiting for his answer, Zhao Hu took out a small thunder and stuffed it into his mouth. This was a round-headed iron lump made by the arsenal. It was not too powerful and had only more than twenty pieces of fragments, but it was enough to use it to explode a personal mouth.

He reached out and took off Xiaoyuan's epaulette and collar, then carefully pulled out the lead, tied it to the dead dog's legs, and then pressed the lead with a corpse, and then quickly left.

Xiaoyuan held an iron egg in his mouth and shook his head repeatedly, trying to pull off the lead, but unfortunately he had room for nothing. No matter how he shook his head and tail, he couldn't explode. It seemed that he could only detonate when the corpse collector came!

The convoy turned around and left. In the car, the soldiers all changed into the shoulder collar of the military police team, and put a white and red armband on the left arm, with the words "Gendar Police" on it. Anyone who saw this group of people was a little jealous because they were both military and civilians, and they took them away when they encountered those who violated the discipline. Therefore, the Japanese did not dare to offend them very much.

The convoy stopped for a while in the southwest corner, left the medicines brought to the district team that came to pick them up, and asked Lao Jing to make big meat buns early and deliver them to the station according to the situation. Then he increased the accelerator and headed straight to the labor camp in the south gate.

The Japanese guarding the labor camp felt puzzled. Didn’t they just leave? Why did they look back? However, they are very familiar with Xiaoyuan’s car, and they didn’t check it and let it go. They didn’t notice at all that the person who was under the hat in the car had changed his partner.

The car did not enter the management area, but drove directly to the door of the labor camp. The Japanese guarding here were unable to open their eyes by the headlights and did not dare to scold them. They could only quickly open the iron door and put a few cars in.

When they saw a team of military police coming in with guns again, they went straight to the interrogation room, thinking that they didn't know who was going to be unlucky tonight. Although Xiaoyuan Xiaozuo did not come this time, the group of people shouted Japanese commands, and they did not suspect that he was there for the time being, because no one would have thought that someone would dare to take the courage of Xiongxin and broke into the labor camp close to the barracks with just over twenty people.

The two of them put their weapons in the interrogation room, and came to the duty room with pistols in their arms to prepare to ask for people. After the silencer was placed on the Type 81 pistol, they grew a little bit longer than before, so they had to dig a hole under the holster of the turtle box, cover it with their left hand, and came to the duty room to knock on the door.

I heard the phone ringing inside, and a Japanese man was talking loudly: "Hay, repeat the order, bring two hundred laborers to ship food, and immediately ship to the north with the laborers after the arms train arrives!"

When the left arrow heard it, he immediately turned around and turned away. At this time, the Japanese just opened the door and saw the left arrow walking to the door: "We have received information. Someone in the labor camp is planning a riot. Please send a team of people to help us maintain order!"

The official at the moment frowned: "Who? A small team? There are only more than 100 guards in total. We also have to send a team to escort the laborers to carry supplies. This is in the middle of the night, so we can't get so many people together!"

"Oh? I have a mission? Then you can come as much as you can. Besides, with our military police here, which laborer dares to rebel?"

"Well, that's right, then follow me. By the way, your gendarmerie has increased its manpower? I haven't seen you before, but we are familiar with the cars."

"Isn't it going to launch an encirclement? We..." The two of them talked all the way, and the left arrow walked on the left. The star official couldn't find that his left hand had never left the lower half of the gun holster.

The labor camp may often perform tasks at night. After receiving the order, a small team of Japanese soldiers took out two hundred workers in an orderly manner. The newly arrived gendarmerie lieutenant also asked to send five people to follow, saying that he wanted to take the opportunity to strictly investigate the anti-Japanese elements among the labor camp. The guards in the labor camp were basically unable to resist his orders and could only let them follow.

The five military police didn't say much, and sent two to guard the door of the brightly lit station, while the other three patrolled back and forth on the platform, staring at the two hundred workers who worked hard and packed bundles of cotton onto the train.

When the supplies were about to be loaded, a light lit up in the distance, and the bell on the station also rang.

The Japanese in the garrison shouted repeatedly, drove two hundred workers into the iron carriage, then closed the car door and waited for the battle.

At this time, the voice of the lieutenant of the military police sounded at the gate: "Baga, I am here to comfort the soldiers. You are a railway soldier, do you want to stop me?"

The star officer turned his head and saw that it was Lieutenant Fujimoto, a man he had just seen, and sent him more than 30 soldiers. I wonder how they were interrogating now. So he shouted: "Soldiers, let them come in."

The lieutenant with a piece of gauze on his forehead came to the star official and said, "Mr. Yamaki, thank you for your hard work tonight. I have already found a clue just now, but we still have to interrogate the other two hundred laborers."

Lieutenant Yamaki sniffed. The guy had a heavy bloody smell. I don’t know how many people he killed tonight, but this was not within his responsibilities and he didn’t have to worry about it.

"It's okay, but you have to wait until the arms train enters the station before you can release those people. By the way, Fujimoto, why are you here with so much food? Do you have to work overtime overnight?"

"Now, we have been working overtime until now, and everyone is hungry. Seeing that there are still many buns, I brought some for you."

While talking, a train stopped in front of the platform, and a dozen Japanese lying on the roof took off their goggles, rubbed their cheeks that were numb by the cold wind, and slowly climbed off the roof. The wind in autumn is so strong that if you continue like this, you will have to be paralyzed.

Just as I was about to find a place to warm up the lee, someone on the other side shouted: "Ota, there are big meat buns that have just been released from the cage, and there are a lot of them. Why don't you eat some first and fill your stomach before working?"

Ota looked at the forty or fifty station soldiers in front of him. They were already spitting out by the fragrance blowing down the wind. He happened to be hungry, so he smiled and said, "Okay, thank you Yamaki Jun today."

Yamaki smiled and pointed at the military police officer beside him and said, "I have to thank you Fujimoto, the buns were brought by him."

Fujimoto was obviously very kind, commanding several military police to carry the buns to the platform soldiers, and at the same time asked the other two to carry the box to the escort officer who had just got off the car: "Thank you all for the Imperial Holy War, I have worked hard tonight, so come and have some food!"

The buns were just out of the cage, and there were plenty of meat fillings inside. The Japanese were reincarnated like starving ghosts. Everyone ate several of them, and they were so ate that they were soaked in their mouths. More than a dozen military policemen were spending their buns, but they didn't taste them at all.

Ota and Yamaki chewed three or four times, then raised their heads and asked, "Hey, Fujimoto, why don't you eat it? The buns are delicious."

Fujimoto smiled and shook his head: "There are more than ten kilograms of arsenic added to this bun filling. How does it taste? Is it delicious...!"
Chapter completed!