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Chapter 398, Yuan Lang was injured by the attack

At noon, Xu Ying made a pot of braised luncheon meat with vermicelli and cabbage, served the food on the table, and called the four soldiers guarding the yard into the house for dinner.

The soldiers waved their hands repeatedly to refuse, but they were very discerning. Xu Ying greeted Consultant Yuan all morning, which was obviously interesting.

Why join in the fun!
The leader of the squad said: "Leave us alone, we can eat in the kitchen."

Yuan Lang in the room said to Xu Ying: "Let's go with them, so as not to feel uncomfortable sitting together."

With the improvement of status, many changes have been brought about.Those strange fighters were not familiar with him, so they were extremely reserved in front of him.

Not everyone has a thick skin and a big heart.

Monk Wei, who walked to the gate of the courtyard, sniffed the fragrance in the air, his eyes lit up.

He rushed to the door of the main room with a charging attitude, pushed the door open and smiled showing his big white teeth:

"I can smell the aroma of rice, what are you doing delicious?"

Before Yuan Lang raised his chopsticks, he put them down again.

Looking up, Monk Wei looked like he rolled out of the mud, his face was black and yellow from the smoke of war.

"As soon as you talk about eating, you are active. After the battle is over, all the little devils have been wiped out?"

When this matter was mentioned, Monk Wei laughed awkwardly: "The battle was fought, but it's a pity that we didn't do our best. We wiped out 41 of them, and ran away with more than a dozen, so we couldn't catch up."

Yuan Lang shook his head slightly, but he was not harsh, and told Xu Ying, "Get him a big bowl to hold food. Monk Hua is a good cook, and one person can eat five."

"oh oh……"

Xu Ying hastily responded that she was thinking just now that she was going to fight a war when she set off this morning.

Monk Wei picked up the tea bowl and poured two bowls first. He was also thirsty after running all morning.

Then he talked about the whole battle.

Zhou Dalu, the commander of the third regiment, deployed two [-] mortars and followed them from a distance to serve as supporting firepower.

It was also the bombardment of the mortar that broke the illusion of the Japanese army.

After the Japanese army left a few people to delay the break, the remaining people used ropes to pass a cliff, getting rid of the possibility of their pursuit.

Yuan Lang asked: "Isn't that right, Wang Gensheng and the others have no problem climbing the cliff, can they still catch up? No way they didn't bring ropes!"

Monk Wei nodded: "Who would have thought that the Japanese army would be so cunning and choose that way of getting rid of it.

The broken Japanese army destroyed all the ropes, and we could only watch helplessly as the little devil slipped away. "

It can only be said that the enemy is too cunning.

Moreover, annihilation battles are not the norm, especially since the enemy has undergone special training.

Drilling into the mountain and transferring the entire three regiments there may not necessarily be able to find people out.

Xu Ying brought a large bowl of food, Monk Wei took it over and thanked him, and then showed the appearance of a hungry ghost reincarnated.

He picked up the basin and pulled the food into his mouth, filling his mouth full in the blink of an eye.

The first time Xu Ying saw Monk Wei eating, she was stunned, and she understood Yuan Lang's exhortation just now.

How can this be eaten, it is simply a rice bucket.

Yuan Lang picked up the chopsticks, thought for a while and then put them down: "Wang Gensheng and the others didn't come back with you?"

Monk Wei stuffed his mouth full, but he was still able to speak: "I came back to report first, they should be behind."

Yuan Lang frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, he asked: "You said, one of the five escaped, is this person alive?"

Sensing that Yuan Lang's expression was wrong, Monk Wei took a few sips of tea from the bowl, swallowed the food in his mouth, and recalled:

"I remembered, that person should have run away, there is no body on it."

The Japanese spy wore the uniform of the Eighth Route Army, which was relatively easy to identify, and he would not remember it wrong.

"What's the matter, is there any problem with him running away?" Monk Wei asked wonderingly.

For such a long time before that, all the intelligence the spies knew should have been passed on.

It's a pity that the person ran away, but it shouldn't make Consultant Yuan make a fuss, right?

Yuan Lang shook his head: "Maybe I'm worrying too much."

If those Japanese soldiers were really cunning, they would most likely be able to kill them back.

However, the courtyard where he lives is in the hinterland of the third regiment, even if the enemy is not afraid of death, this is not the way to send him to death.

The gate of the courtyard.

"Stop, it's a confidential place, you can't come in without the order of the head."

The conscientious soldiers standing guard at the gate stopped a dozen Eighth Route Army soldiers who were about to barge in.

A middle-aged man in his 40s stood up and asked kindly: "Little soldier, we are from the sub-military region. We have a mission and need to find Advisor Yuan. Does he live here?"

Another soldier standing guard replied: "That's not okay, if you want to see Advisor Yuan, then you can apply to our regiment leader first."

The voice fell.

The two "Eighth Route Army" soldiers behind the middle-aged man flashed their bayonets with their backhands, rushed forward, and cut the throats of the two soldiers.

"Hehe..."

The eyes of the two soldiers standing guard at the door widened. They obviously didn't expect the other party to make a move, and they couldn't even issue a warning.

The two soldiers who came out of the kitchen quickly finished their lunch to fill their stomachs and were about to replace their companions, but they happened to witness this scene.

"No, the enemy attacked!"

The soldier howled as a warning, picked up the submachine gun slung in front of him, and was about to shoot at the enemy.

It is obvious that the enemy is prepared.

The people outside the door had aimed several rifles at them, and after a burst of shooting, the two fell into a pool of blood.

"Quick, go in and grab him out."

Mashiko Shigeo ordered with a bad complexion.

Originally, he didn't want to use the gun, so he quietly took the person away.

There are eight roads around, and when the gunshots rang out, there was not much time left for them, and the danger increased exponentially.

Yuan Lang, who was also eating in the room, immediately got up and took off the submachine gun hanging on the wall when he heard the warning from the soldiers in the courtyard.

Monk Wei threw down the rice bowl, stuffed his mouth full, and looked out of the window, just in time to witness the fall of the two soldiers.

"The little devil disguised himself as one of our people and broke in."

The monk raised his submachine gun and aimed at the intruders with long bursts, with more than a dozen bullets, knocking down two people in one go.

"I'll cover you, you retreat through the back window."

There is a small rear window in the main room, and breaking it open can be regarded as a passage to escape.

It's just that, the monk Wei after the death is absolutely close to death.

"Damn, haven't you reached the point yet, isn't there only a dozen enemies? Kill them all!"

Yuan Lang kicked the door open, and pulled the trigger to suppress the enemy who was trying to rush in at the entrance of the courtyard.

The dense rain of bullets enveloped the entire gate.

The people brought by Shigeo Mashiko didn't dare to show their faces, let alone rush in to arrest them.

Yuan Lang took this opportunity to rush out of the house quickly, came to the yard, and threw a grenade outside the gate.

Shigeo Mashiko leaned against the wall of the gate, and they quickly killed the four guards of the courtyard, and in the blink of an eye, four of them were also killed.

Thinking of the information provided by No. [-], he became more and more sure that he had found the right owner.

Under the current situation, it is probably impossible to capture Yuan Lang alive.

Mashiko Shigeo shouted: "If you can't live, you can die."

The two Japanese soldiers under him took out the grenades that were pinned to their waists, pulled the strings and threw them over the wall and into the courtyard.

The four grenades switched positions almost at the same time.

"Lie down."

The explosion of the grenade raised a large amount of smoke and dust.

Monk Wei in the room stared angrily: "Consultant!"

"Yuan Lang." Xu Ying screamed his name, her legs gave way and almost stopped, she was so frightened that she lost her mind.

"Fuck, the members of the third regiment are all dead, don't hesitate to help!" Yuan Lang roared, got up and spit, and quickly threw the grenade out.

One after another.

Not seeking to kill, only to suppress.

As long as the enemy's attack is suppressed and the time is delayed, he will win.

Monk Wei noticed the grenade box placed in the corner, and with brute force he removed the lid, grabbed the grenade and threw it out.

The Japanese soldiers outside the courtyard were terribly bombed, and the metal fragments from the grenade explosion kept flying in the air.

They can only lie on their stomachs all the time, unable to stand up at all.

And with such a dense explosion, even lying on the ground, it is impossible to completely avoid the explosion fragments.

Mashiko Shigeo crawled out quickly with hands and feet, and shouted: "Throw all the grenades in and blow them up."

There are very few Japanese soldiers who can carry out orders.

At this time, the soldiers of the reconnaissance company closest to this place had arrived quickly.

Seeing this group of soldiers wearing the same military uniform as them, being bombarded by the grenades thrown in the courtyard, they were all dumbfounded.

Someone asked aloud:

"Why do your own people beat your own people?"

When Shigeo Mashiko saw them, he waved and shouted, "The Japanese army broke into the yard and killed Consultant Yuan. Hurry up and throw grenades into the yard to destroy them."

That would make sense.

An impatient soldier has already touched the grenade on his waist, and he is about to pull the string when he pulls it out.

Suddenly someone said: "No, they are wearing leather boots, they are fake eight roads."

Everyone was heartbroken when they heard this, and they looked subconsciously at the shoes on the feet of this group of people.

So far, the Eighth Route Army has not been able to provide large quantities of leather boots to grassroots soldiers.

For Shigeo Mashiko's special forces team, clothes and guns were taken into account, but the leather shoes were not replaced, because it was too harsh to walk in the mountains in cloth shoes.

Mashiko Shigeo's complexion changed, and before the opposite soldier could react, he slammed open the gate of the courtyard next to him and flew in.

"Wrap around the courtyard, don't let him run away."

"You guys, go and wipe out the little devils over there."

The soldiers of the reconnaissance company divided into two groups, and some of them quickly blocked the door and went around to surround the yard.

The company commander rushed to support Yuan Lang with another group of people.

It's just that their movements still seemed a little slow. When they ran over, there were no enemies outside the courtyard who could breathe.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the shattered flesh and blood tissue was like Shura's hell.

The reconnaissance company commander did not dare to approach, for fear of being regarded as an enemy.

He just shouted from a distance: "Is that Consultant Yuan inside? I'm Wang Jingyu, the reconnaissance company commander. The enemies outside are all dead. How's the situation inside?"

"Damn, I'm still alive, call Zhao Gang and Zhou Dalu to me."

Yuan Lang sat paralyzed against the corner, covered his bleeding thigh with one hand, and shouted angrily to the outside.

Kill one thousand enemies and lose twenty, and the explosion fragments will fly a little more crookedly.

He can enter the palace to serve the emperor.

Fuck, just thinking about Yuan Lang makes his teeth itch with hatred.

There was an exchange of fire at the headquarters of the regiment, and Zhou Dalu and Zhao Gang brought people over immediately.

Hearing that the reconnaissance company commander said that Yuan Lang could still swear in anger, the two felt relieved.

Zhou Dalu pointed to the surrounded courtyard: "Who is in the courtyard?"

"It looks like the leader of those fake Eight Routes, he kidnapped an old lady." The investigation company commander replied.

The landlord of this house is an old woman. Her son and daughter-in-law have all gone to other places, and they lent the extra houses to soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

Zhou Dalu asked Zhao Gang: "What should we do? A strong attack may cause accidental injury, or can we try to persuade them to surrender?"

Zhao Gang had a lot of dealings with Japanese soldiers who had been captured, and he knew very well that it was difficult for Japanese soldiers at the grassroots level to successfully persuade them to surrender.

What's more, the officers are all diehards who have been brainwashed by Bushido spirit.

But it was impossible for him to directly order a storm.

Had no choice but to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and people tried to persuade them to surrender.

"Listen, people inside, you are already surrounded, there is no way out if you resist stubbornly, there is only one way left for you, put down your weapons and raise your hands and surrender, our Eighth Route Army will treat the prisoners preferentially."

The answer to the shouting soldier was a sharp shot.

The bullet hit the gate, and the shattered sawdust flew over the warrior.

Mashiko Shigeo knew very well that he was doomed.

It is impossible to run away.

In order to maintain the dignity of the samurai, it is absolutely impossible for him to surrender to the Eighth Route Army.

Now that the old woman he controls can be his bargaining chip, Mashiko Shigeo decides to try to see if he can fulfill his last wish.

"Listen all of you, I am Lieutenant Commander Mashiko Shigeo of the Empire of Japan, the First Army of North China.

I will give you 1 minute to ask your chief officer, Consultant Yuan, to come and talk to me, and the others should stop talking nonsense to me. "

Regardless of Zhou Dalu's obstruction, Zhao Gang walked to the gate and appeared in Mashiko Shigeo's field of vision: "I am Zhao Gang, the political commissar of the Eighth Route Army's sub-military region. You can talk to me about any conditions."

"You are Zhao Gang?"

If there was a chance to kill Zhao Gang before then, Mashiko Shigeo would never let it go.

But now, he shook his head and said: "You are not worthy, call Yuan Lang."

It can be said that what Mashiko Shigeo did today was to capture Yuan Lang alive or kill him.

But so far, he has never met Yuan Lang face to face, and actually met this person.

Hearing that the culprit was the first to see him, Yuan Lang limped over with the help of Monk Wei just after he bandaged the wound.

Zhao Gang reminded with concern: "Be careful, he has a gun in his hand."

Many ladders were set up on the fence, and a dozen soldiers with good shooting skills had already aimed their rifles at Shigeo Mashiko.

It's also an insurance policy.

Yuan Lang stared at Zhou Dalu, and walked to the gate of the courtyard with a shield gun in his hand.

He looked at Mashiko Shigeo, his eyes full of murderous intent:
"You bastard is the culprit! I have been fighting for two years, and the first time I was injured was at your hands. You can feel honored."

(End of this chapter)