Chapter 1883 Uninvited Reinforcements

Zhao Wang, Fan Tongwu and two other Eighth Route Army soldiers hid behind the low wall of the pigsty of the house outside the third intersection, while Fan Tongzuo was still shooting.

He first shot at the main street intersection, then ran to the second exit and shot again, and then ran back panting.

But just as he ran back to the main street exit, he suddenly noticed people coming from outside the town. There were not many people, maybe thirty or forty people.

Fan Tongzuo is not very courageous.

I wonder if anyone has ever thought about why some people are not courageous? The answer is, if you are not courageous, it is because you think too much. If you think too much, you will be thoughtful. Others may think it is a big deal, but in his opinion, the unknown risks will be great.

But now, this is the case for Yu Fan Tongzuo.

That's not just me shooting at this "gang" and "gang". They had also fired many guns before!

If he had a civilian surname, he would definitely run away in fear when he heard the gunfire, but now those people outside the town took the initiative to move forward, regardless of which gang he belonged to, he must be carrying a gun!

It would be great if the reinforcements come from your own side, but what if they are not your own reinforcements but the enemy? Fan Tongzuo became worried.

Although he now saw that the group of people was still a little far away from him, he could already see the correct colors, which were all black and gray.

Did he know that when the Japanese troops came this time, some of them were in plain clothes.

Those people are quite tall, but being tall means they are not Japanese. But what if they are Japanese invaders? Are they also puppet soldiers?

The more Fan Tongzuo thought about it, the more frightened he became. He stopped shooting. He glanced around and saw an abandoned cowshed.

I don’t know how old the cowshed is. It’s obviously no longer in use. The adobe walls have exposed the grass inside due to exposure to wind, sun, and rain, and part of the wall has collapsed.

Fan Tongzuo ran a few steps and got out of the broken cowshed. He hid on the inside of the broken wall and kept mumbling in his heart, you must not come here, you must not come here!

He didn't dare to stretch his head to look, so he just squinted.

After squinting for a long time, he estimated that those people should enter the town from the main street entrance, but why didn't he hear the footsteps?

He hesitated whether he needed to poke his head in to take a look, but then he thought, what if someone was walking over and he stretched his head and came face to face with them again?

He was hesitating, but suddenly his shoulder was tapped from behind and someone asked, "Hey, where are you Gaha?"

At this moment, Fan Tong was so frightened that he said "ouch"!

What is scary? It can scare people to death, but for Fan Tongzuo, it is now!

Fan Tongzuo jumped up instinctively and turned around to look. At the same time, he did not forget to push his rifle forward.

But what's the use of raising a gun now? If someone can reach out and touch his shoulder, that means they are close to him.

If he was holding a dagger less than a foot long, he could cut it with a knife, but what he was holding was a rifle over one meter long!

So as soon as he turned his gun around, the barrel of the gun was already in someone's hand and he lifted it up into the sky.

"You little boy, didn't you shoot into the sky? Now shoot again!" The man holding the barrel of his gun looked at him jokingly.

But at this moment, Fan Tongzuo realized that he had no chance at all.

Because there were two people standing right behind him. Except for the one who grabbed the gun in his hand, the other one was just standing there. They didn't even pull out the cannon box, but just looked at him with a smile and a little sarcasm.

Didn't they come over? They just didn't come the way they came, but they came around behind him unknowingly, and he didn't even know it!

At this time, Fan Tongzuo was stunned.

He was stunned for a few seconds before he woke up and noticed that the other person had a Northeastern accent and was wearing Northeastern Army uniforms. The person grabbing the barrel of his gun was half a head taller than him!

Only then did Fan Tongzuo shout in surprise: "Are you from our camp too?"

With a Northeastern accent and wearing the clothes of the Northeastern Army, Fan Tongzuo certainly had reason to believe that these people were from his camp!

He was worried that they might not be able to stop your Japs with a small number of people. Now that so many helpers were here, he was filled with great joy at that time!

Because he was very happy, he saw the two people opposite him exchanging glances, but he didn't think about it deeply. Then the man holding the barrel of the gun asked: "Looking at your accent, you are not from the Northeast. Which battalion are you from?"

"I am from the Shang Battalion Commander's Camp!" Fan Tongzuo quickly replied, "Aren't you?" he asked again.

"Commander is from the camp," the man who startled him at first said thoughtfully, and then replied, "That's all you say!"

"I'll just say, okay!" Fan Tongzuo shouted.

The man was noncommittal, and let go of his hand holding Fan Tong's pistol. He opened his mouth and asked him, "Why did you shoot into the sky just now?" At this time, there were footsteps outside the bullpen, and it was other members of the Northeast Army. Came over.

It turned out that someone had heard the gunshots from a long way away and looked through the binoculars. He found that they were firing shots into the sky, and he became very curious.

"We are here to scare the little devils coming out of the town and not let them take these two roads." Fan Tongzuo, who was in need of reinforcements, quickly explained.

"Oh?" Someone answered at this time, but this time it was not one of the two people who came first, but the one who came later.

Fan Tongzuo saw that the man was not young, at least forty years old, and had a rare hooked nose. Although he was wearing ordinary soldier's clothes, he felt that this man must be an officer.

Just imagine, can an ordinary person have such a hooked nose? In the current army, if a soldier has a hooked nose and looks more powerful than an officer, it would be strange if the officer didn't hit the officer's nose crooked!

Fan Tongzuo has only been in Shang Zhen's camp for a few days, how many people does he know?

In addition to knowing Wu Ziqi, he can only call two names in Shang Zhen's camp, one is the battalion commander Shang Zhen, and the other is Wang Xiaodan.

Because in this battle, Wu Ziqi, who had been leading him and Fan Tongwu, met Wang Xiaodan, and because Wang Xiaodan's name was special, he could easily remember it.

He thought, this hooked nose should be an officer of his own camp, right?

But when the hooked nose wanted to ask something else, at the third exit, there was a sudden gunshot!

This time, the gunshots were not the "bang" of a single shot, but the "bang", "bang", "bang" of several people firing at the same time.

And just after these gunshots, the gunshots continued!

"Oh, the little devils really came out from that road!" Fan Tongzuo shouted, and then he looked at the big man who had touched him at the beginning and shouted, "Brothers, it's a good thing you are here, let's go and fight the little devils!"

He ran out with his gun while speaking.

To be honest, Fan Tongzuo didn't want to stop these Japanese soldiers at the beginning.

Besides, when they came out, whether it was Wu Ziqi or the Eighth Route Army, they didn't ask them to intercept the little devils, but just said to entangle the little devils. Once they fired their guns, the Eighth Route Army would naturally catch up with the location of the little devils.

But as the saying goes, this time is different, and now they have reinforcements again, dozens of them came at once, and Fan Tongzuo also saw that most of these people used box guns, and some of them had 20 shots.

Why was he still afraid of the Japanese? Wu Ziqi had already said that the people in our battalion were very good at fighting!

"How many Japanese were there?" Fan Tongzuo heard the hook-nosed man asking him as he ran forward.

"Not many, only about 20 or 30 left." He replied.