Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 233: The hunt (part one)

"Quickly chase, give it to me! Don't let people run away!" The stern and harsh copper whistle was mixed with a roar with a strong northeast accent.

Sun Sixie recognized this voice immediately, and it came from the man he once revered as his uncle.

"Tall Tiger, you traitorous beast who betrayed his ancestors." Sun Sixie leaned back against the gravel wall and panted vigorously. He pulled open the sleeve of the Browning 1922 pistol, and a dud bullet responded. The bin bounced out, rolled and fell on the cement filled with potholes.

It seems that I can't escape this time. For the present, I can only fight to the death. Killing one traitor just pays back, killing two and still earning money. Sun Sixie had prepared for the worst when he set off. There was a cyanide pill hidden in the middle of his shirt collar. Sun Sixie, who once studied chemistry at the University of Hamburg, knew the power of this poison very well, although he could not say. There is no pain, but if the dose is enough, the death will be very rapid. More importantly, he can save the next bullet and kill another Wang pseudo traitor.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer. They sound very messy. They have different steps. Obviously they have not received much military training, but it is understandable. Don’t expect anything like No. 76 Jisfeier Road. Elite come out.

"There are not a few forks here. I will chase separately. I will go this way." The voice was very close, and the enemy was at the intersection of the lanes.

"Huh..." Sun Sixie let out a sigh of relief, stabilized his turbulent thoughts, tightened the handle of the gun with his palm, and then suddenly turned to the side.

"Ah!" The Wang pseudo-agent just rushed into the lane, never dreaming that someone would suddenly jump out in front of him, so he couldn't stop screaming.

This person has not received professional street fighting training, just out of instinct, he took the Mauser pistol and pointed it forward.

"Boom!" A clear gunshot sounded, and a pungent smoke of gunpowder immediately filled the air in this narrow lane. Agent Wang did not say a word. He insisted on standing against the wall for two seconds, and then he fell forward on the concrete pavement. The muzzle of the Mauser pistol in his hand marked out on the gravel wall. An arc scar looks like the trajectory of a falling meteor.

"Where the gun goes!"

"Le Yimi (over there!)"

"Canna! Sanin shot! (Fuck, who shot!)"

"Be careful, cutting is like Ganing! (Be careful! Not your own)"

"You take people over there!" There was a messy shout from outside the lane, but no one volunteered to rush in.

"A group of hens with no eggs!" Sun Sixie shortly picked up the deceased's Mauser pistol, and then inserted Browning, who had shot the bullet, back to his waist. He only had an eight-round magazine left. It's a bullet.

This is an original mirror box from Germany. It seems that the original owner has maintained it well. The roasted blue on the gun box reflects a charming cold light in the dim light.

At this time, someone looked inside from the corner of the laneway. Sun Sixie didn't even think about it. He raised his hand and shot it. Maybe he hadn't used Mauser for a long time, and his hand was a little bit raw. It happened to hit the corner. The bullet hit the gravel wall, exploding a cloud of dust and debris, the man shrieked like a woman and retracted his head back.

"It's him, it's the man from the Northeast!" The agent screamed. But then Sun Sixie heard a clear slap in the face.

"What do you look like in a panic, take someone to guard the entrances of the alleys here, I want to make this kid hard to escape this time with wings." The familiar voice said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master Tiger." "Master Tiger is thoughtful." "Master Tiger is amazing!" The agents babbled flattery.

"It's a little san'er inside, you know who I am, and I also know your details. We don't need to bend and obliterate our words in the northeast..." Gao Dahu did not have a reckless probe, but stood on the side of the wall and shouted loudly. words.

"Of course I know you, Sun Dahu! A Japanese dog." Sun Sixie crouched on the corner of the wall, pointing a gun at the alley with one hand, and groping on the body with the other. "Your boy's mouth is broken, how can you talk to your uncle! But it's really a man. I know what I have done, and I don't intend to be buried in the ancestral grave in my life. You know, this is the same thing these days, It doesn't matter if you follow Chairman Wang or the Japanese, I just want to find a bite to eat and find a promising future." Gao Dahu's voice is steady.

Sun Sixie asked himself if he knew this man very well. Others looked like this man seemed rude and arrogant, but he was actually a bold, careful and wise man.

Gao Dahu had fallen into the grass in the early years, and the poor at home only had a pair of trousers. Thanks to Sun Sixie's father's careful assistance, Gao Dahu's mother, wife and children did not starve to death in the wind and snow. It can be said that the Gao-sun family had a fateful friendship, and Gao Dahu's son became Sun Sixie's brother-in-law.

When Gao Dahu got the news, he was already the third head of a horse bandit. Because of his good health, he dared to ride a fierce horse, and his carefulness made him rob fast with one hand. In addition, he often took people to rob the rich and help the poor. Difficult, he has made a good name in the local green forest community. Anyone who mentions "Flying Mountain Tiger" can't help but give a thumbs up and praise him as a hero.

Later, Zhang Zuolin recruited the Green Forest to strengthen his Northeast Army. As a result, the leader of the Baozi was recruited, and the tall tiger mixed with a cavalry platoon leader of the security team, and then returned home on horseback and spear. In order to repay the kindness of the Sun family to him, the tall tiger worshipped the grandfather of the Sun family as his righteous brother. With this backing, the Sun family has become more prosperous in the local area.

Unexpectedly, the September 18th Incident broke out. The Japanese raised up troops to occupy the three eastern provinces. Under the command of a certain patriotic general, the 300,000 Northeastern Army gave up a place to live and raise themselves. The Northeast police, civic groups and security forces, who were too late to retreat, became the backbone of resisting Japanese aggression.

After receiving a large number of weapons and equipment generously donated by the Northeast Army, the Japanese Kwantung Army began a brutal sweep of the various anti-Japanese armed forces outside the pass. In official Japanese documents, this kind of combat is called "bandits" for the reason These "bandits" attacked the Japanese nationals. The Japanese were actually using this method to block the possible ways for the League of Nations to intervene. They would never admit that these Chinese who fought hard to resist were the regular armed forces of the National Government.

It is unbelievable that the national government is unwilling to give these people the status of a national soldier, even a formal designation. The banner of these patriots can only be the Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army. Behind the song "The March of Volunteers" is the embarrassing fact that a country that is being invaded by foreign enemies turned out to be a group of armed militias.

The volunteers were slandered by the Japanese as bandits, so they were not protected by the Geneva Agreement and could be punished and slaughtered at will. None of the Japanese soldiers who killed these patriots were sent to the International Court of Justice for these crimes. In the end, the Kwantung Army was punished by the Soviet Red Army, who was also ruthless to the prisoners. In any case, it was a belated retribution.

Gao Dahu also beat the Japanese for a few days, but unfortunately he only has a cavalry platoon in his hand~IndoMTL.com~The plains are not the opponent of the Japanese sweeping forces at all. After driving the team into the mountains for two weeks, they finally run out of bombs. Liang cut off his life and worried that his family would be implicated. Eventually, he led his men to surrender to the Japanese army.

The Japanese might want to set an example, so they didn't embarrass him too much, but let him continue to be the cavalry platoon leader, but changed to the khaki uniform of the Manchukuo puppet army.

Gao Dahu also knew that the food of the traitor outside the Guan was not delicious, and didn't want to deal with his former friends, so he used a lot of savings to clear up and down, and was finally introduced to the Wang puppet government by the Japanese. I don't know how this person ended up in the 76th Demon Cavern, it seems that he should still go the way of the Japanese.

Sun Sixie never dreamed that he would meet this man once called his uncle on the streets of Shanghai, and at this time the other party is no longer the green forest hero who he admires, but a shameless traitor who traitorous to his country and seek glory. .

PS: The second chapter is here. Thank you for your support.

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