In the late Qing Dynasty, a private congregation organization in Shaanxi often wore Guanshan knives, which were three feet long and two inches wide. They mainly operated in the west of Tongguan and on both sides of the Wei River east of Xi'an, and were often called Guanzhong swordsmen.

Guanzhong swordsmen are very famous.

The forces of all parties in the Republic of China were surging and competing for the Central Plains.

Farmers went bankrupt, handicraft workers were unemployed, urban poor and vagrants, swordsmen who knew some skills developed from groups of three or five to gradually formed large gangs. Some of them had big swordsmen who had guns and had a strong force. In order to gain a good reputation, they directly joined the government and transformed into militia.

In the Central Plains, warlords fought in many battles, and bandits were defeated. The down-and-out villagers had to organize the Red Gun Club, the White Gun Club, the Blue Gun Club, the Black Gun Club, and the Yellow Gun Club...

After seven or eight colors were named.

Some people who have studied in private schools for a few years have thought about how many words they have learned, Tianmen Society, Sun Zhen Society, Holy Tao, Yi Guan Tao... were born in response to the situation.

In the Central Plains, there is a saying that he is not a swordsman or a hero.

The Japanese invaded, and the New Fifth Army was defeated and surrendered to the enemy. They were unwilling to be traitors and the soldiers fled.

The defeated soldiers only want to have a way out and set up a village. Naturally, they have to make a grand and majestic name, such as the mountain, the village, and the caves are springing out like mushrooms after the rain...

But God is not open to his eyes, and he has been drought for years and has caused locust plagues to occur.

After the Great Famine, people ate tree bark and ate grass roots and swallowed Guanyin soil, sold their children and changed their children to eat each other, and the people were in trouble...

The Central Plains was covered with clouds for a while, traitors and bandits were rampant, and the blue sky and white sun became smoky.

It was noon, and a team of black-clothed detectives team was pushing their bicycles and walking in the ravine that was coming out of the southeast.

Hu Yi was dressed as a traitor, with a muffled gun hanging on his shoulders. He was recalling a sentence he heard during a meeting: Killing the enemy is a means, and self-reliance in production is the foundation.

The chief's words have profound meaning.

When captured against the enemy, the source of the people is still the common people.

In addition, I heard a new word: Chinese people!

It is said that this word first came from Sima Qian, China... means Kyoto...

He is not very interested in culture.

I am not a cultural person.

The mountain path leads directly to the mountain pass.

In the dead grass on the low ridge next to the mountain pass, there are two fifth-district soldiers responsible for the warning.

Leading by Wang Liujin, who was in charge of the training, the students hid their bicycles in the valley and climbed up the ridge.

The plains in the sun to the east were dilapidated, and there were rows of artillery towers along the railway line, and the low railway station buildings could be vaguely seen.

If it weren't for the Pinghan Railway from south to north, it would have even made people see a desert before them.

Where can there be a scene of a prosperous Central Plains?

The training of a group of students from the Ninth Camp was brought to the Ninth Camp, and the company commander Wang Liujin was as frustrated as he would be.

Hu Yi is completely dressed as a traitor from a detective team, so he respects him.

The problem occurred to that girl.

When leaving, Xiao Hongying changed into black clothes and black pants in her military uniform, and a small chirping on her head...

Wang Liujin asked to maintain the shape of the marching team. Xiao Hongying said that the Investigation Team can maintain the formation when traveling. Can it still be called the Investigation Team?

He wanted to talk about theories by marching. The students didn't need him to remind him at all, and the vanguards were cut off from the rear, and even the ridges on both wings were on the premise of people.

As for his proposal to sneak through the blockade line while the enemy was empty in the middle of the night, Luo Fugui said that when the Ninth Camp crossed the blockade line last month, he directly took down the railway station...

They are all old acquaintances, and they just train them to be the audience...

The students lay directly on a mountain ridge and slept in the sun.

As an instructor, he fell directly to the point of keeping watch with the district traffic officer and the guard post.

The guard post was loyal to his duties, his eyes passed through the cracks of the grass, and he kept staring at the east side because a group of figures came out of the town at the other side of the railway station.

After careful confirmation, there were at least thirty people.

The warrior who was a secret whistle did not move. After reporting to the Company Commander Wang next to him, he still quietly watched the target approaching the mountain pass.

When the students heard the news that there was something wrong, they didn't seem to be nervous at all and went to bed when they should.

However, the big dog, who had always been uninterested in these things, touched the grass and held a telescope and began to observe.

The one who came was a group of puppet troops, but the one who was leading the team was dressed in gray and wearing a knife behind his back.

It should be this guy who informed the puppet army and led the puppet army into the mountains to inspect.

The puppet soldiers did not notice anything unusual, and they were talking and laughing all the way.

Of course, it doesn't matter if there is something strange to them.

Now this is the territory of Brigade Commander Liu Yueting. If the defeated bandits in the mountains know the appearance, they will run away quickly, or they will pass through the border and pay money, and those who don’t know the appearance will be the word “death”.

I didn't notice that the mountain seemed particularly quiet today, and there were no people in front, back, left and right.

It's right that there is no one.

If the Imperial Army in the north had not sent a notice of assistance in defense, they would not even want to enter the mountains.

When I entered the mountain pass, I immediately saw something dazzling.

Several puppet soldiers shouted and ran into the ditch.

When I lifted up the branches of fresh shrubs, I immediately found a row of bicycles lying in the ditch.

The pseudo-platoon leader who led the team stopped suddenly, his chin fell to the ground, he stared at the ridge and blinked vigorously, raised his hand to rub it, and then blinked.

You read that right, more than twenty reconnaissance teams appeared on the low-high ridge.

Everyone hugged the gun, and the muzzle was dark.

This is not a damn detective team!

The reconnaissance team only brings a wrench gun when traveling.

There were at least three machine guns above, and the fake platoon leader was out of his mind.

The landing chin cannot close at all.

This group of defeated soldiers is definitely a tough guy. If the defeated soldiers fall into trouble, he is still a soldier.

The pseudo-platoon leader did not think that the wicked men, adapted from the militia, had the ability to fight against the defeated soldiers.

He watched a defeated soldier sway down from the low-rise mountain ridge.

The guy in the lead looked like five or six, smiling, but his smile was obviously a surprise: "Hey, when I see this king, don't you introduce myself?"

There were more than 30 puppet troops in the ranks of people, but none of them had the courage to raise their guns.

The fake platoon leader tried hard to twitch the corners of his mouth, lifted his chin, and replied: "Master, I...just come and take a look..."

"Then what did you see?"

The fake platoon leader was almost crying: "I... saw nothing."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Oh." The king nodded with a smile: "Hey, aren't you waiting for me to teach you how to do it now?"

If you can be a platoon leader, at least you won’t be a fool. You immediately ordered your left and right: “What are you still standing there? Put down your gun…”

A bear appeared on the ridge, rushing into the valley with a stream of dust.

Without a second thought, he immediately started to touch the puppet soldiers who put down their guns, flipped their pockets and squeezed the corners of their clothes.

After exploring up and down, there was a lot of things on the ground immediately.

"Grandma, I'm rich..." The bear stared at ugly eyes and laughed with his mouth.

"Mule, I've searched all the time. What should we do next..." Wang Liujin tried hard to make himself look like a defeated soldier.

Luo Fugui turned his head when he heard the sound, and found that the instructor seemed to have no idea what to do. He smiled proudly: "Hehe, what's next... Let someone go back and let them take the money to redeem people..."

This made the puppet army shudder and gritted their teeth: "King... how much do you want? Please offer a price, we will redeem ourselves!"

The bear blinked the bear's eyes and grabbed the back of the head: "Do you pay for it yourself? Do you have money?"

The puppet army stared at the unscrupulous bear for a few seconds and gritted their teeth: "We have contracted this area so that our company commander will not care about our lives or death..."

The bear was stunned for a moment. There were many strange things in natural disasters and man-made disasters: "How much can you pay?"

When the pseudo-platoon leader heard this, you want a price everywhere, so why don’t I be fine? I’ve heard that the defeated soldiers killed people without blinking, so don’t make a living. Then he knelt on the spot with a thud, rubbing his eyes and crying to the bear: “We brothers, both old and young, can only make up thousands of dollars, and ask the king to give him a way out…”

Wang Liujin was full of black thread. The Eighth Route Army did not take the masses one needle at a time. The puppet army might be the masses after education!

The dead mules are all messing around. Isn’t this a slander for the Eighth Route Army?

However, the head of the army was unable to reveal the identity of the Eighth Route Army at the moment...

The first mission that my teacher led to carry out...is it a kidnapping vote and blackmail to be a robber?

No, you must not do this!

These puppet troops should be handed over to the comrades in the division to deal with!
Chapter completed!