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Chapter 364, single-handedly saving lives
Yuan Lang rushed to the town on foot, and the sound of an engine motor came from behind him. A Japanese Type Lu Wang Pian Tricycle, carrying three Japanese soldiers, was rampaging on the road.

Passers-by avoided one after another, and an old man rolled down the road in a panic.

Seeing this, the Japanese soldiers in the car laughed out loud, thinking it was a very funny thing.

In their own country, they are the lowest-level peasants, fishermen, coolies, who go to the streets to be looked down upon by others, and they have to obey the rules honestly.

But in this country that was invaded by them, they are masters, they can do whatever they want and do whatever they want.

The Japanese soldier sitting on the sidecar suddenly stood up with support. With sharp eyes, he stared at a peasant woman who covered her face with a turban.

"Flower girl, pretty flower girl, stop her."

The Japanese soldier driving the sidecar motorcycle turned around and braked in a sharp turn. The two wheels on the right almost floated up, blocking the way of the peasant woman.

The two people in the car jumped out of the car excitedly and surrounded them. Seeing that the peasant woman was in a bad situation, they turned around and ran away.

But how can I run past two wolf-like Japanese soldiers, who were caught within a few steps.

"Flower girl, pretty flower girl."

Lifting up the woman's flowered headscarf, the Japanese soldier smiled so much that his big yellow teeth were showing, and his saliva was about to flow out.

The woman struggled vigorously and shouted in horror: "What are you doing, help, help!"

Living under the rule of the Japanese army, she had heard many unbearable things.

The family also told them to smear the bottom of the pot with ashes when they go out, and wrap it tightly, so that those animals should not be caught.

But how could she expect that even with such a disguise, the Japanese soldiers would not let it go.

Pedestrians on the road, when they heard the woman's cry for help, their eyes were numb. Not only did they not step forward, they even rushed away.

Japanese soldiers are beasts, and they are living kings of Hades!
Those who dared to fight against the Japanese soldiers either ran to join the Anti-Japanese Armed Forces, or were beaten to death by the Japanese soldiers during one of their early appearances.

The rest of the people are only insensitive, as long as the butcher knife does not fall on their heads, they will pretend not to see it.

"Flower girl, hahahaha..."

Two Japanese soldiers dragged the woman to get on the motorcycle, and they laughed tacitly.

"This is what I saw first, and I will get started first when I go back."

"You go first, but next time it will be my turn."

The woman couldn't understand what they said, but she already knew her end.

Struggling hard, crying silently, but everything was of no avail.

"Hey, I point a gun at you, will you surrender?"

Yuan Lang leaned on the motorcycle, pointing two box cannons at the three Japanese soldiers.

His fluent Japanese questioning made the three of them stunned. Is it an enemy?
Or a tease from your own family?

"Who are you?" The Japanese soldier in the car touched the gun vigilantly.

"You eighth master!"

Yuan Langguo disconnected the gun, the gun was deadly, and the three bullets accurately shot through three heads.

Even if this kind of beast was taken as a prisoner by him, he would not want it.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the surrounding people either fled away like flying, or hid like ostriches and dared not come out.

I'm afraid that the battle at the city gate will bring disaster to the fish in the pond.

Yuan Lang didn't comment on others' numbness, and swiftly collected the weapons and ammunition from the three Japanese soldiers.

Mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are.

He took off another set of clean clothes and put them on outside. He sat on the driver's seat of the sidecar motorcycle and fiddled with it seriously.

This kind of motorcycle was very popular during World War II. It can carry 3 soldiers at a speed of 20 meters per second.

Compared with cars, it is too big and easy to be found, and is limited by terrain.

Sidecar motorcycles are small in size and relatively flexible, and machine guns or mortars are also placed in the sidecars, so that they can "both fight and run".

Due to the backwardness of the industrial level, Japan can only imitate the Harley motorcycle and produce a -style Luwang sidecar motorcycle, also known as the tricycle.

When many Japanese troops were in action, they often had a few sidecar motorcycles in front to clear the way, and trucks in the back to transport troops.

It is a good means of transportation.

"Hey, don't cry, I killed the little devil, not you crying to death."

Yuan Lang got acquainted with the motorcycle, and looked at the crying woman sitting on the ground. Tears blackened the bottom of her face and wiped off part of her face. Her fair skin was exposed to the sun.

It can be seen that the eyes of the two Japanese soldiers are really sharp, and they are dressed in such a rustic way: they are painted with pot black, and at first glance they are elderly peasant women in the village.

Who would have thought it was a young and beautiful girl.

The woman looked up at him, her eyes filled with the joy of surviving the catastrophe, but also a little fear and fear.

She timidly asked: "Who are you?"

"Eight roads."

Yuan Lang started his motorcycle, and turned to look at her again: "I give you a piece of advice, leave this place as soon as possible, or you will be arrested again, but no one will come to rescue you."

"what?"

Only then did she realize that she was not completely out of danger.

He hurriedly stood up, and asked Yuan Lang pitifully, "Are you going, can you take me with you?"

The Eighth Route Army has a good reputation, but everyone who has heard of it gives a thumbs up.

The woman trusted the Eighth Route Army, and of course the more important thing was that Yuan Lang had saved her just now.

There is always extra trust in the lifesaver.

"The ugly words are up front. I'm going to the police station in the town to save people. It may be a little dangerous for you. Think about it before you get in the car."

To deal with a group of fake policemen, even with a drag oil bottle, Yuan Lang didn't think there would be any trouble.

Maybe there is still something useful, and he doesn't mind helping out again.

"My name is Li Ying, and I live in Shitoutan. Comrade Eighth Route Army, what's your name?"

The woman quickly got into the car and sat on the crotch seat on the right rear of the driver's seat.

"My code name is Flying Eagle, just call me Flying Eagle."

Yuan Lang casually made up a resounding code name, started the motorcycle, and drove towards the town.

Hearing the sound of motorcycles drifting away, the ordinary people who are ostriches have the courage to raise their heads.It was found that the ruthless man who killed the Japanese had left, leaving behind three bodies.

"Who is that person?"

"It doesn't look like Balu, maybe it's a bandit."

"You're still chewing your tongue. Let's go. When the Japanese come, we won't be able to go if we want to. Maybe we'll risk our lives."

Everyone didn't dare to watch, let alone stay, and left in a hurry.

It was the first time for Yuan Lang to ride such a sidecar motorcycle, and he drove crookedly, leaving S-shaped ruts on the road.

Sidecar motorcycles have advantages and disadvantages, and they are not perfect.

It is very difficult to control. In the Japanese army, it is generally driven by soldiers with strong arms, because it requires great strength to constantly correct the direction during the driving process.

Yuan Lang drove it for the first time, and it was good that there was no accident.And it was much faster than walking on two legs.

Along the way, I told the woman named Li Ying a few words, and the sidecar motorcycle drove to the town.

The police station occupied a courtyard of a wealthy family, with two entrances and two exits very spacious.

Yuan Lang didn't even need to inquire, seeing the sign erected at the door from a distance, he braked to block the door.

"Call your officers out."

He learned the weird Chinese language of the Japanese vividly, rode a Japanese motorcycle, and was dressed in a Japanese military uniform.

From anyone's point of view, this is an authentic Japanese soldier.

Two pseudo-policemen guarding the gate, one ran to report the news, the other greeted him nodding and bowing:
"Taijun, please come inside."

"Your, lead the way." Yuan Lang arrogantly commanded and walked into the police station swaggeringly.

All the fake policemen I met along the way nodded and bowed their heads to say hello.

Gou Rundi, who was playing poker in the office, was surprised when he heard the hasty report from his subordinates: "What, the Japanese are here? They are still alone, they shouldn't be!"

Gou Rundi couldn't figure it out, but he didn't dare to neglect the Japanese, so he trotted out to meet him.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers brought in by his subordinates, he immediately greeted them like a pug, and said respectfully:

"Taijun, Taijun, I am the director of the police station, is there something that Taijun is looking for me?"

"Your, caught Balu?"

"Yes, I caught it."

"Where are the eight roads, the imperial army will take them."

Gou Rundi couldn't agree this time, "Taijun, I haven't received the order, so I can't give it to anyone! Why don't I call Taijun Ono now to confirm."

Call to confirm?As soon as the call was made, Yuan Lang's identity was exposed.

"Eight Grid Road!"

Yuan Lang had an idea, grabbed Gou Rundi by the collar, and slapped his mouth left and right without warning.

After a few slaps, his cheeks became red and swollen visible to the naked eye, and his moist skin became more and more like a pig's head.

"Do you still dare to question the imperial army!"

"Don't dare, don't dare." Gou Rundi replied subconsciously with stares in his eyes.

He was very sure that the one in front of him was the imperial army, and his violent temper would start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

He really didn't want to be beaten and verified again.

"Why are you still standing there, bring people out quickly."

Liu Shengkui, who was watching the excitement nearby, was happy to see Gou Rundi being beaten, and gloated and thought: "You pug, you have today, you were taught a lesson by the prince, you deserve it!"

However, carefully, he noticed that there were fresh blood stains on Taijun's clothes, did he go to kill people just now?
If one person comes to take away two eight roads, then there should be four people, right?

The more Liu Shengkui thought about it, the more something was wrong, but he didn't dare to jump out to question it. He pulled one of his subordinates and ordered to call the Japanese to confirm.

He himself sneaked around and ran to the gate.

Seeing the woman sitting on the sidecar motorcycle, but no other Japanese soldiers, he became more and more puzzled.

"Who are you Taijun?"

Li Ying has already been told on the road, and she is not afraid to see Liu Shengkui, but she just said like a little wife: "The Taijun took a fancy to me, so he arrested me. I dare not run, or my family will be in trouble." gone."

This is in line with the usual practice of Japanese soldiers, and it is very common to abduct civilian women.

It is enough to deal with the interrogation of ordinary people.

But Liu Shengkui is as careful as a hair, and the urine on the ladder one foot high can tell that there are eight people hiding in the house.

It is even more difficult to fool him with improvised lies.

Liu Shengkui noticed that there was a very fresh blood stain on the driver's seat of the sidecar motorcycle, which seemed to be no more than an hour old at most.

He suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

But Liu Shengkui kept quiet, and didn't even make a move. The guess is just a guess, and there must be conclusive evidence.

Turn back to the courtyard.

Several pseudo-policemen have escorted Wang Xia and Ma Ming out of the interrogation room.

Knowing that the Japanese were going to take them away, Ma Ming was desperate like a defeated rooster.

He scolded Liu Shengkui for his lack of credibility, and even though he promised to let them go, he still handed them over to the Japanese.

Wang Xia was beaten badly, with heavy shackles on her hands and feet. She was pushed and yelled at by two pseudo-policemen and escorted out.

She doesn't look like a prisoner, but holds her head up like a warrior.

Whether it's the second devil or the real devil, don't even think about taking a word out of her mouth.

For her faith, she could die immediately.

The two were escorted to the front yard together. This was the first time the two of them met after their arrest.

Ma Ming looked at Wang Xia who was tortured and bruised all over, with admiration, pity, and regret in his eyes.

He had a lot to say, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth. Thousands of words finally converged into one sentence:
"……How are you?"

"The methods of these two devils are not what I can do to me." Wang Xia's eyes were full of firmness and stubbornness.

The two were brought to the front yard, and Gou Rundi graciously acted as a pug:

"Taijun, these are the two Eight Routes I arrested. The female is the district chief and the male is the education commissioner. It's a pity that I haven't opened their mouths yet."

"Bah, pug." Ma Ming thought he was going to die, so he didn't care anymore, and spat at Gou Run viciously.

But when he noticed the appearance of the Japanese soldier beside him, he was taken aback for a moment.

This... isn't that investigator?
When Wang Xia saw Yuan Lang in Japanese soldier clothes, she opened her mouth and was stunned.

Why is he dressed like this?

She wanted to ask, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't dare to ask again.

"Taijun, I'll have them put the two of them in the car for you." Gou Rundi served attentively, with an attitude that was more lenient than licking a dog.

"Wait!"

After hearing the report from his subordinates, Liu Shengkui immediately stood up to stop him.

Gou Rundi immediately reprimanded him with a straight face: "What do you mean, dare to stop the prince, is it because you are impatient?!"

Liu Shengkui thought to himself: You pug, I really don't know how you became the director, all because of flattery?
He was extremely disdainful in his heart, and if he completed the errand this time, he would definitely be able to catch up from behind and be appreciated by the Japanese.

And you're probably screwed.

Liu Shengkui took out a gun and pointed it at Yuan Lang, "Taijun? He's a fake."

"what!"

Everyone was shocked by this news.

If what Liu Shengkui said is true, then the Taijun in front of him is a fake, they were fooled by a holiday himself.

But if Liu Shengkui's judgment is wrong, just because he dared to point a gun at the Japanese, can the Japanese spare him?
"Ba Ga Lu, you are dead." Yuan Lang pretended to be angry, and wanted to continue playing his role-playing, save people first before talking.

But before he got close to slapping his big ears, Liu Shengkui released the safety of the gun, pointed at Yuan Lang and said, "If you take one step closer, I will shoot."

"idiot!"

Yuan Lang didn't dare to act rashly even after being pointed at by a gun.

Gou Rundi beside him was terrified when he saw this scene, "Liu Shengkui, you are crazy, pointing a gun at the prince, are you going to die?"

(End of this chapter)