Two large lumps of soil were tightly sandwiched at the bend of a flat road. The lumps were covered with dry, knee-deep trenched trees, saplings and vines covered with vines. There were more than a dozen big trees growing under the lumps, and a little further away was the sorghum field.

Just in this place where no one usually pays attention, a post of the Imperial Army suddenly appeared. Seven or eight Imperial Army soldiers were carrying big guns on the woods and wandering back and forth on the road. The people all understood that some Imperial Army soldiers were tight at hand. They said they were setting up posts to investigate, but in fact they were extortion, and they could even be called roadblocking.

Look, three or four ordinary people have committed no reason, and they are sitting dejectedly outside the straw shed by the woods with their hands tied down, and several messy bags are thrown on the ground.

There were not many pedestrians on the road, but the people who passed by occasionally passed by were worriedly passing by, but found that the Imperial Army was not extremely vicious. They just looked at the good civilian certificates, and then simply searched their lower bodies and let them go. Could it be that they looked through and felt that there was less oil and water? Many people left with questions.

"Captain, three guys are coming, they don't seem to be good people." A team member ran over and reported to Zhao Zhenhua.

"Be prepared." Zhao Zhenhua was excited and gritted his teeth. "The dog has finally come out. I'll send you to see the King of Hell."

After a while, three people walked up the avenue. One of them wore a steamed straw hat and a white jacket, and the two of them wore a headband and a purple-flowered dress.

"Come here, check." Zhao Zhenhua shook the big gun in his hand and shouted in a bad voice: "Which village is from? What are you doing? Where are the resident certificates?"

The guy wearing steamed buns hats saw the Royal Association's army checking, but did not show a panic expression. He still walked forward with a swagger, scolding dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? What are you doing? I'm from the plainclothes team." As he said that, he lifted his jacket and showed the speed and speed of his waist.

Zhao Zhenhua lowered his gun a little, and his tone was still quite tough. He discussed this set of rhetoric with the team members several times, and it seemed to be the same when used.

"So they are brothers from the plainclothes team." Zhao Zhenhua said: "Please check the ID. Someone pretended to be you last night and injured both of us."

"Oh, someone pretended to be us?" The spy was stunned for a moment, took out his ID and threw it on Zhao Zhenhua's face. At this time, he also approached, saw the arrested people and several broken bags clearly in the woods, and couldn't help but sneer with contempt: "I think your investigation is fake, I'm afraid you're crazy about being poor, so I'll come here to make extra money?"

Zhao Zhenhua smiled and returned the ID with both hands, saying, "You can't say that. Look at the shed, we have found guns and letters! When we take them back for the first trial, if it is a guerrilla, the reward will be of no age or a young age."

"Gun and letters? Let me see." The spy was excited and drilled into the straw hut and muttered: "It's really a fucking luck. My legs are thin and I can't catch any useful ones..."

As soon as the straw curtain was lifted, the spy bumped into it. Before he could see the situation inside, he was covered by someone from behind, with two knives stabbed in his chest and back almost at the same time...

Zhao Zhenhua looked at the two corpses lying outside the shed, rolled his eyes, and scolded the team members next to him, "It's right to start a ruthless move. Why are you calling me? You're going to 'kill' as a bayonet? And you, how can you kill me, you have to get blood all over and destroy your clothes."

"Then we'll do it bare-handedly in the future." The team members who were ambushing in the small shed didn't care and moved out the bloody body.

The team member who used murder as a bayonet scratched his head, smiled embarrassedly, and rubbed the blood-stained bayonet cleans the spy's body.

"You guys, hurry up and get these three guys into the big pit behind you, remember to search out all the things on your body." Zhao Zhenhua reached out and directed, "You two, hurry up, get some soil, and clean up the ground. The blood is so loud, and the people will reveal the stuff when they come."

The two team members who were pretending to be ordinary people who were falsely tied up in the woods immediately jumped up, feeling frustrated, and it was time to do something.

…………………

It was almost noon, Meng Youtian raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was very hot at noon, and there was no cloud in the sky. The sun was still hanging high on the top, burning grass and trees. Silence enveloped the fields, and there was no sound on the branches, and only the buzzing of insects occasionally heard.

There was a snoring sound from the grass next to it. Zhang Xiaoman seemed to be dreaming, and he would occasionally slap his mouth.

Meng Youtian suddenly stood up and looked at Zhang Xiaoman with his ears, then stretched out his feet and kicked Zhang Xiaoman.

"Well, is there something wrong?" Zhang Xiaoman got up, grabbed the gun, and looked around with his head covered.

"There is any movement, look, are there any acquaintances?" Meng Youtian handed over the telescope.

Zhang Xiaoman rubbed his eyes, took the telescope, and observed the road.

As we approached, at first, we only heard occasional ringtones of the car, and then there were a series of figures, including all of them riding bicycles and driving along the avenue. The people on the car were dressed very well, some were wearing green cloth trousers, some were wearing imitation silk clothes, and some were wearing long robes. Some of them wore toppers, some had tea crystal mirrors on their noses, and some had masks on their faces.

These people were all carrying a thug gun with a machine-opened nose, riding on the bicycle, holding the handlebars with both hands, and shaking their butts complacently.

"It's from the plainclothes spy team-" Zhang Xiaoman said hurriedly, then observed carefully, and said, "I heard that Wu Siwai, the deputy captain of the plainclothes spy team, got into a ** in Xiaotun and went to bury him from time to time. Maybe it was them, let me find out which one was Wu Siwai..."

Meng Youtian had already held his gun firmly and aimed at the group of swaying plainclothes spies. The gun was moving as the enemy moved, and he was counting in advance.

"The third one - it seems." Zhang Xiaoman pointed out the target with some uncertainty.

Meng Youtian held his breath, adjusted his muzzle slightly, stopped and fired.

The bullet shot out quickly and reached the target in about a second. The third guy riding down without warning and fell down with his car. The person riding behind him was caught off guard and turned around and avoided him. The team became chaotic.

Meng Youtian quickly pushed the bullet and aimed again. For the Imperial Army, shock was more effective than killing; while plainclothes spies were all dead. Moreover, these people were short guns, and if they started a fight, they would not hurt him at all. This was the advantage of using long to control shortness. The plainclothes spies team was too arrogant and had to knock them out, which was one of the reasons why Meng Youtian decided to kill.

The guys riding the bike stopped and looked at their companions who were lying on the ground, then they connected the sound of gunshots from afar. They were so scared that they threw down their bicycles and pulled out the mullet guns.

"Bang!" Meng Youtian's gun rang again. This time, without waiting for Zhang Xiaoman's instructions, he discovered a leader among the spies. The leader did not know that his shouting and command exposed his identity. A bullet flew over and hit his chest.

The spies then realized that they were powerful, and they shot around, screamed, rolled and crawled down the road, and became hidden in the ditch and grass beside the road.

Meng Youtian signaled Zhang Xiaoman to lower his body. The two of them continued to observe the enemy through the grass and trees, and were not prepared to retreat.

"Brother Meng, didn't you just shoot me?" Zhang Xiaoman asked in confusion.

"Don't analyze the specific matters in detail, don't be too rigid." Meng Youtian explained: "How can plainclothes spies dare to show off without destroying their arrogance? They are all short-lived guys, which poses no threat to us, and they have not found us! If nearby enemies come to reinforce, it's not too late for us to retreat."

Zhang Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, saying that he could not tell Meng Youtian's. For safety reasons, he grinned and said, "Then I'll go back and tell others to prepare for the response, or be prepared!"

Meng Youtian thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, you should go back slowly and tell the people behind to prepare. Be careful, slow down. As long as the enemy cannot find it, I will dare to snipe here boldly."

Zhang Xiaoman climbed back slowly carefully, while Meng Youtian focused his attention on the distant road again. He had this confidence. He hid very well at such a long distance, and the spies could not find him.

The bicycle was thrown randomly on the avenue, and the sun shone in the sky. After a long period of quietness, the plainclothes agents finally couldn't help but feel at ease. A guy secretly stuck his head out, climbed onto the road and touched his companion who was lying on the ground, and turned around for no reason. Then a few heads appeared, and he looked around sneakily and then walked towards the bicycle on the ground.

"Bang!" A creepy gunfire sounded, and a spy fell on the bicycle. Meng Youtian quickly pushed the bullet and loaded it again. The spies dropped their bicycles like frightened rabbits, and rushed into the weeds on the roadside. A spy ran in a hurry and tripped by the bicycle on the ground. When they got up and ran, a bullet followed and drilled into his back. He threw himself down again, smashing a ball of smoke and dust on the ground.

The deadly game continued, and the spies were lying on the ground without saying a word, but their patience had reached the extreme. In addition to barely controlling their anger, these spies also felt very scared and wanted to leave here immediately.

"Mom, if you are the men, just do it openly." A spy cursed.

"Fuck, what's the trick to hide and sneak?" Another spy also echoed loudly.

…………………

The spies cursed for a while, and had to stop. There was no effect. I don’t know if the attacker had left, nor did anyone dare to take the risk out again. After muttering to each other for a while, these arrogant plainclothes spies had to give up their companions' bodies and bicycles on the road, climbed back carefully, and ran away along the fields.
Chapter completed!