Tangcun is located in the northern suburbs of Tianjin Wei.

This side is relatively close to the Japanese garrison headquarters.

The Japanese invaders headquarters was at Haiguang Temple.

If the Japanese invaders sent out motorcycles or trucks, they might be able to arrive in half an hour.

So, this is a fatal trap.

As long as Zhang Yong and Ba Huhu take people to Tangcun, they will be dead.

Whether it is a trap set by Yuan Wenhui or a trap arranged by the Japanese invaders, it will kill them. Even a double encirclement superimposes.

The end is one word: death.

"Fourth Master, you Iron Wire Fist should have quite a few sharpshooters, right?"

"A sharpshooter? I can't say."

"Aren't there a lot of soldiers from the Northeast Army? There should be some who are good at marksmanship."

"Yes, yes..."

"Since we are going to attack Tangcun, we must gather all the elites! We must gather all the sharpshooters. Don't you think so?"

"certainly!"

"Then have you gathered together?"

"Concentrating!"

"Must be quick!"

Zhang Yong said anxiously, as if he wanted to rush to Tangcun immediately.

Hundreds of rifles, dozens of light machine guns, and a lot of bullets. How could you not be tempted?

It's normal for him, Zhang Yong, to be impatient.

"But, they have no weapons!"

"You guys don't even have a gun? What are you going to do?"

"There are some guns. There are also some bullets. But not many..."

"What gun?"

"British, Yingqiqi. What kind of virtue..."

"Enfield Lee rifle. Ten-round magazine, very fast firing rate?"

"Yeah!"

"Bring them all up! Bring them all in a moment!"

"good……"

Yu Hongzhi pretended to be reluctant and agreed.

Soon after, all the Yingqi Qiqi were gathered together. There were more than eighty branches in total.

There are a lot of them, but there are really very few bullets. There are only about 500 rounds. After calming down, a gun only has less than ten bullets. After shooting, it will be gone.

"Where did these Yingqiqi come from?" Zhang Yong asked.

"I found it from an abandoned mine by the British. Maybe the British hid it and forgot about it when they evacuated." Yu Hongzhi replied.

"You have made a great contribution!" Zhang Yong gave him a thumbs up.

Damn you! You look so good pretending.

Got it from the British? Even dogs wouldn’t believe it.

No. Maybe the Japanese really got it from the British and deliberately used it as a gift.

In Kailuan Coal Mine and other places, the British mine protection teams did have a lot of British 77s. It was not difficult for the Japanese to get them. But the Japanese regular army would definitely not want these equipment. So they took them out and bought them.

human heart.

The biggest flaw of Ying Qiqi is that bullets are very difficult to find.

Except for the British, no other country produces bullets with a caliber of 7.7 mm. This is the only one with no branches. Unlike the 7.92 mm Mauser rifle bullets, which are copied by countries around the world.

There is no domestic factory that produces 7.7mm bullets.

Without bullets, Ying Qiqi is just a fire stick. It just meets the needs of the Japanese.

Five hundred rounds of ammunition will be used up quickly. It will basically do no harm to the Japanese invaders. Five thousand rounds or fifty thousand rounds will be about the same.

"Ashamed, ashamed, it's a pity that there are no more bullets." Yu Hongzhi was modest.

Zhang Yong wanted to pee on his head.

A spy in a dog's day.

Really know how to pretend.

And he really deceived everyone.

"Now that Shaolong is here, the problem of bullets should not be difficult," Tong Tiangong said.

Zhang Yong:……

Damn it. Two people are attacking me?

Put me on the fire?

hehe.

What's more, Shaolong Shaolong screamed so affectionately. It gave me goosebumps.

He held back angrily.

There is no other way. In the end, we have to rely on two spies to get things done!

Ba Laohu looked like he was really frustrated and ready to retire and return home. It seemed that he didn't want to have anything to do with the gang affairs.

Just in time to make the third and fourth masters bigger.

Suddenly it occurred to me that the death of the second master must have blocked their way?

If the second master does not die, then Bahuhu wants to wash his hands in a golden basin, and it will be the second master who will take over from now on!

Maybe the second boss knows that the third and fourth bosses are unreliable. So, the third and fourth bosses strike first and decide to kill the second boss and then take over themselves...

Indeed, they thought so beautifully.

"Where are those sharpshooters?" Zhang Yong asked again.

"They are not here." The third master replied.

"where?"

"Suburban."

"Oh. Then after dinner, let's go take a look."

"good."

So he lowered his head to eat.

Zhang Yong inadvertently served Mei Xiao some food.

Mei Xiao smiled brightly.

Gentle, well-behaved, beautiful, bright and moving.

Zhang Yong found that both the third and fourth masters secretly showed greedy eyes.

Only the old man, Bahuhu, was still drinking.

It seems that Ba Laohu is indeed frustrated and ready to resign.

Eat and drink enough.

Set off.

Go to the countryside.

It's very desolate here.

There is a ditch. The weeds in the ditch are as tall as a person's head.

Originally, late autumn was supposed to be the harvest season. However, no one was cultivating the large fields. There was not even a human being seen.

Obviously, this is all shrouded in the shadow of war. No one dares to live here.

"please!"

"please!"

Soon after, Zhang Yong finally saw those sharpshooters.

All of them have good figures and are quite strong. This is the basic requirement for elites. If you are skinny and sallow, how can you become an elite?
To be continued...