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Xia Yang said: "Yes, I am so confident. If you don't believe it, we can give it a try!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the bearded eyes move, as if he was winking at the "guerrillas" next to him. But his move was directly caught by Hu San, Xia Yang and others.
¡°Bang bang bang!!!¡±
Several consecutive gunshots were heard, and several "guerrillas" who tried to shoot Xia Yang fell to the ground almost at the same time. These "guerrillas" were killed before they even had time to pull the trigger.
This process ended almost instantly, and several "guerrillas" were killed almost instantly.
The appearance of gunshots also meant that the confrontation just now was over, and both sides raised their guns to shoot at each other.
But at this time, the pistols in the hands of Hu San and Xia Yang were both continuous-fire weapons, and because they were purchased as pistols for later generations of troops, they fired quickly and were not bolt-action equipment of these "guerrillas" at all. Rifles are comparable.
So in terms of firepower, Xia Yang had an absolute advantage from the beginning.
When Xia Yang's men fired, the bearded man rolled directly to one side to avoid the fierce firepower.
But what he didn't expect was that just when he finished rolling and was about to take the next move, he found that Xia Yang had rolled to the same position as himself.
"boom!"
A bullet was fired and hit the bearded shoulder directly, shattering his shoulder blade directly.
"Ah!!" The bearded man screamed, and just as he was about to continue rolling, another bullet flew over, leaving a bloody hole in his other shoulder.
The bullet shredded the muscle tissue of his shoulder, making it impossible for his arms to exert force at this time. As long as he moved, he would feel severe pain.
At this time, Lu Xiu suddenly realized that Xia Yang in front of him did not miss the target, but had no intention of killing him at all, but just made himself lose the ability to resist.
At this time, when he looked at the people he had brought, they all fell to the ground.
Although the gunfire was violent and intensive, it lasted only a short time.
Hu San and the soldiers in the guard camp fired all the bullets in the pistol magazine in just a few seconds.
But the "guerrillas" on the opposite side could only fire one bullet from their guns.
Under the suppression of such a density of firepower, those "guerrillas" had already suffered heavy losses in just one wave. They were dead and injured, and there were almost no people standing on the ground intact.
The old man and his daughter Erya were also completely frightened. At this time, they were trembling and huddled under the table, looking at the corpses on the ground, not daring to say a word.
"Master, are you okay?" Hu San said, then got up from the ground and walked towards Xia Yang.
Xia Yang waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. Go check those lying on the ground and see if there are any important clues."
With that said, he stretched out his hand and directly lifted the beard that had been pierced on both shoulders from the ground.
At this time, the bearded man had obviously realized that the situation was over. He no longer had the domineering aura he had just now. Instead, he endured the pain and looked at Xia Yang and the others with a pair of fearful eyes.
"Isn't this guy awesome just now? Why is he so honest now?" Hu San'er said as he took the gauze in the medical bag and planned to bandage the beard.
This man is a prisoner at this time, and he cannot die directly because of excessive blood loss.
Xia Yang walked under the table where the old man and Erya were hiding, and then said with a smile: "Boss, don't be afraid, they have been taken care of by us."
The old man then raised his head from under the table and said, "You who are you?"
Xia Yang smiled, and then said: "Last winter, nearly two brigades of Japs were wiped out in Jinzhong, and that was what we did. Now do you know who we are?"
Hearing this, the old man suddenly remembered that last winter, the little devils launched a large-scale siege in the Wutai Mountain area. As a result, they joined the puppet army and annihilated nearly ten thousand people. This matter was widely spread in the Shanxi area at that time. Almost all the people in the Japanese-occupied areas knew about it and often discussed it in private.
 According to what the old man knows, some teahouses even secretly compiled this story into storytelling.
"Youare you the Heavenly Army?" The old man looked at Xia Yang in disbelief and asked.
The name "Heavenly Army" is actually the name given to Xia Yang and his troops by the mountain people in the Mongolian Ancient City area. But so much time has passed now, and now even people who are some distance away from the ancient city of Mengyuan know their names.
After all, it caused such a big blow to the little devils, and under the unfavorable situation of the national war of resistance, it deserves a special mention.
At this time, Hu San ran over, handed something into Xia Yang's hand and said, "Master, look at this thing."
Xia Yang took a look and realized that it was a small book recording telegrams. It's just that the top of this telegram is marked in Japanese, not Chinese.
"Japanese?" Xia Yang asked Hu Sandao.
Xia Yang said: "There are a few wounded people, and some of them shouted in Japanese. They should be guerrillas disguised as little devils, used to collect intelligence and destroy bases. You can interrogate the bearded man you just captured. Maybe we can catch more useful things.¡±
Xia Yang nodded, and then walked towards the bearded man.
At this time, the bearded man was no longer as fierce as before, but looked at Xia Yang with some fear.
"Japanese?" Xia Yang said this in Japanese.
But the bearded man shook his head and said: "I'm not, I'm Chinese, they are Japanese." After saying this, he pointed to the corpses on the ground, and there were a few who kept wailing there. "Guerrilla" (remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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