In the dark alley, Wei Ran and Tao Canhua had already taken off their woolen coats, each put on a set of coarse cloth clothes and brand-new thousand-layer cloth shoes, and both wore an khaki coarse cloth scarf to cover most of their faces.

On the face, inside the scarf, they each also wore a pair of thick masks.

"Come with me"

Guan Bingwen, who was here to help, handed the clothes the two had changed to an old man pushing a wheelbarrow, and exchanged them for two Brownings and two pairs of sheepskin gloves, which he gave to Wei Ran and Tao Canhua, and then took them with him.

Then they walked out of the alley and hid in the shadow of the intersection.

"How many of us are there?"

Wei Ran lit a cigarette and asked in a low voice, while also observing the surroundings distractedly. At this time, there were many rickshaws parked at the intersection.

“Definitely enough”

Guan Bingwen paused and continued in Wei Ran's ear, "Right away, our radio station will fake a report to lure away a group of people. Our mission is to stop all these people."

Taking out his pocket watch and looking at the time, Wei Ran nodded silently. It was less than a quarter of an hour before twelve o'clock.

"Do you want to do it here?" Wei Ran pointed to the rickshaws around him and asked Guan Bingwen in a low voice.

"Do it with confidence, but don't shoot."

"Do you want to live?"

"No," Guan Bingwen replied simply. At the same time, he took an ax from the nearest rickshaw driver, weighed it, and handed it to Wei Ran.

"I don't need this," Wei Ran waved his hand and refused.

"What about you?" Guan Bingwen looked at Tao Canhua.

After taking the small ax and weighing it, Tao Canhua returned it to Guan Bingwen, squatted down and lifted up his trouser legs, pulled out a double-edged dagger from the leather holster tied to his leg, and whispered at the same time,

"I'm still used to stabbing people."

"up to you"

Guan Bingwen casually took the ax and held it in his hand, and at the same time said, "There are still five minutes left, be ready."

Hearing this, Wei Ran subconsciously took out his pocket watch and took a look. It was already 11:40, and there were only the last 20 minutes left on the last day of the year.

In the next five minutes, the only two streetlights at this intersection were accurately hit by stones hit by slingshots from unknown sources. At the same time, both sides of the narrow street,

One rickshaw after another also stopped, leaving only a passage barely two meters wide in the middle.

At 11:43, two more gangsters appeared out of nowhere and tied one end of a hemp rope as thick as a big toe to a telephone pole on the side of the road, and then spread it along the street to the other side.

, after going around another street light pole, it was finally tied to a door bar.

At 11:44, Wei Ran put out the cigarette that was about to burn out, and together with Tao Canhua, followed Guan Bingwen and hid in the shadow of the rickshaw on the roadside. At the same time, there were more people in the alley where they had changed clothes.

A person dressed as a traitor.

At 11:45, the door of the teahouse opposite Taihua House suddenly opened, and immediately after, a dozen traitors and gangsters swarmed out, each riding a bicycle towards the intersection where Wei Ran and others were hiding.

At 11:47, a young man standing guard at the intersection drew several clockwise circles in the night with a cigarette in his hand.

"It's coming." In the night, Guan Bingwen clenched the ax in his hand and warned in a low voice.

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen bicycles turned around at the intersection, walking along this narrow street without street lights, wishing they could push their pedals as if they were smoking.

Almost as soon as the leading bicycle passed in front of Wei Ran, the two strong men hiding behind the rickshaw on the other side of the road also yanked hard on the top door bar around the street lamp pole, pulling the rough line sticking to the road.

After the rope was tightened at a distance of 1.45 meters from the ground, they immediately used their strong bodies to grab the top door bar that was tied to the rope.

"Hey?!"

The traitor who pedaled the bicycle the fastest only had time to scream in surprise before his neck was strangled by the thick hemp rope.

For a moment, a dozen traitors in this group either hit the rope and were strangled by the neck and fell to the ground, or they squeezed the car brake and barely stopped, and more of them collided with those in front and behind.

Without waiting for more people to fall, Guan Bingwen, Wei Ran, Tao Canhua, or the people on the other side of the road who were also hiding in the shadow of the rickshaw, all rushed out in a swarm, like making oversized sandwiches, eating the dozen or so people.

The traitors were caught together.

At the same time, at the intersection, two rickshaws immediately turned around and blocked the already narrow intersection.

"puff!"

Wei Ran stabbed the bayonet into the chest of a traitor who was still riding the bicycle, then pulled out the bayonet and stabbed the liver diagonally, directly into the lung.

When he pulled out the bayonet for the second time, Guan Bingwen on his left had already lifted the ax from the collapsed chest of a traitor. Tao Canhua on the right had already removed the sharp and short double-edged dagger in his hand.

The third time he stabbed the traitor he was interested in in the heart.

There was no communication at all. Wei Ran did not even wait for the third stab at him. The traitor he was responsible for was dragged off the bicycle by the people on the opposite side and thrown into a rickshaw. Immediately afterwards, the ownerless bicycle was

He immediately got on top of a man who was also dressed as a traitor.

Almost in a breath, all the corpses of the traitors were thrown into the rickshaws one after another and covered with various blankets, and the bicycles were immediately replaced with new "traitors".

"The wind is blowing!"

In the darkness, someone shouted something, and the thick hemp rope that originally blocked the road was cut with a knife, and the bicycles set off again.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen rickshaws carrying corpses also turned around and scattered in different directions.

While the work was being completed here, at another fork a hundred meters away, there were also a dozen rickshaws leaving Sanguang on this night, either running towards the Haihe River, or running towards the former German Concession.

, or ran straight to the suburbs.

"Let's go watch the dragon dance."

Guan Bingwen threw the blood-stained ax in his hand to a rickshaw and waved Wei Ran and Tao Canhua to the Taihua Building not far away.

Along the way, there were also some half-grown children who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old. The three of them and some people behind them all had masks such as the Monkey King, Nezha, or Lord Rabbit stuffed into their hands.

When Wei Ran put on his mask and followed the crowd to the door of Taihua Building, the time had reached 11:56. Less than 50 meters behind him, a lively crowd and a lion and dragon dance team also appeared.

Not only that, the shops along the street also hung firecrackers at their doors to prepare for the New Year.

Looking to the left and right through the mask, he saw among the slightly crowded crowd the clerk from the cloth shop, the three brothers at the sesame cake stall, a few young men who seemed to have learned skills in the study apartment before, and a man with a bag in his pocket.

Sleeves, Cao Mute stood on tiptoes watching the excitement.

He even saw a somewhat unfamiliar figure on the other side of the road, but he disappeared in a flash - it seemed to be Mr. Feng Maoyun and Feng whom he had not seen for a long time!

Obviously, now was not the time to recognize each other. Wei Ran and Tao Canhua, who was wearing the Lord Rabbit mask behind him, looked at each other, but each held down the weapons on their waists and waited patiently.

In the last five seconds of 11:59, along with three whistles, three dazzling fireworks also rose in the night sky not far away. At the same time, the dragon dance team parading through the streets also happened to arrive at Taihua Tower.

On the road between the restaurant opposite!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Amidst the explosions, the fireworks exploding in the night sky made everyone except the dragon dance team subconsciously look up. At the same time, Wei Ran and Tao Canhua, who were wearing masks, also turned around and rushed in after Guan Bingwen.

Teahouse!

Almost at the same time as they raised the curtains, in the streets and alleys, some cigarette sellers, newspaper sellers, candies sellers, and even the clerk at the door of Taihua Building lit the firecrackers that had been hung to celebrate the new year.

The arrival of the year.

Amidst the deafening sound of firecrackers, Wei Ran, Tao Canhua, and Guan Bingwen each raised their weapons and aimed at the gangsters on the first floor of the teahouse who had stood up and were about to go out to watch the fun and pulled the triggers!

For a time, the sound of gunshots, screams, footsteps, and falling to the ground were all completely obscured by the dense sound of firecrackers, noisy gongs, drums, and cheers outside. This noisy teahouse also fell into a certain meaning.

It's absolutely quiet up there.

At the same time, at the back door of the teahouse, Cao Duba also ran in with three other young men who had wrapped themselves up very tightly.

However, they did not help the three Weiran people at all. Instead, only one of them found the location of the electric switch and was ready to cut off the power, while the other three climbed the stairs to the second floor.

The floor was a few steps lower, so I crawled down and got ready.

"Bang! Bang!"

The last two shots killed the traitors who were about to run into the counter and hide. Wei Ran put a new magazine on the PPK pistol in his hand, walked over quickly, took out his Mauser bayonet, and hit the necks of these traitors one by one.

A touch up.

At the same time, Tao Canhua also closed the wooden door on the first floor of the teahouse and put the door on it. Guan Bingwen hid a tin biscuit box under a corpse facing the door.

Everyone finished their work in a hurry, and Wei Ran climbed up the stairs to the second floor amidst the sound of firecrackers that didn't stop.

A total of six people looked at each other. Guan Bingwen, who was at the end of the line, gestured to the people who were ready at the electric switch on the first floor. The latter immediately turned off the power switch. At the same time, Cao Duba also led everyone quickly to the second floor.

building.

This sudden power outage undoubtedly caused people to poke their heads out of the occupied rooms on the second floor, or loudly ask what was going on amidst the dense sound of firecrackers.

"Bang bang!"

Wei Ran shot down the person who came out of the box he was responsible for with two consecutive shots. At the same time, he ran over quickly and rushed in with a kneeling posture that was only used in later generations when there were occasionally conspicuous packaging.

This box.

Although such tactical actions were not particularly practical in later generations, in this era it was quite advantageous due to the "generation difference".

One shot easily hit the chest of another person in the room. Without waiting for his body to stop his forward momentum, Wei Ran fired another shot at the other two traitors who were hurriedly taking out their guns, knocking them down easily.

On the ground.

There was no time to change the magazine, so he slashed the necks of the three traitors in the room who were still alive.
To be continued...