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"Sir, I also thank you for your help to my elders in Gaoyou. To express my gratitude, I also offer you a toast."

The squire who picked up the wine glass had a ruddy complexion from drinking, and although he spoke beautifully, Makino Kanan just glanced at him, and then continued to pick up the food by himself.

As the commander of the Skeleton Special Forces, Makino Kanan has always been strict with himself. He keeps a respectful distance from things like tobacco and alcohol. Besides, he has always been arrogant, and he doesn't look down on the Chinese at all.

Seeing that Makino Kanan didn't intend to get up, the country gentleman holding a wine glass suddenly stood there in embarrassment, and the atmosphere became a little cold.

"Makino-san is not good at drinking, how about... all of us... have a drink together to celebrate this victory, and hope that everyone will work hard to establish the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, which will benefit greatly."

Fortunately, the ghost next to him, Shao Zuo Qingchuan, came out in time to smooth things over and raised his glass to everyone.

"Come on, come on, cheers—"

The embarrassing atmosphere was resolved with the crisp sound of everyone clinking glasses, but just as everyone put their glasses to their mouths and was about to drink it down, suddenly there was a clear and clear gunshot from a distance.

Text Chapter 9 Comeback

The cold air in Gaoyou City made people shiver, and the clear gunshots soon became denser, and the flames from the exploding grenades lit up the streets and alleys.

The gunshots from a distance interrupted the toasts of the traitorous gentry and the maintenance members in the room. After the atmosphere stagnated for a while, the guests in the room suddenly became chaotic.

These traitors and squires who were greedy for life and fear of death panicked and hid behind the door, and crawled under the table, their faces were full of panic and fear, the sound of wine glasses and chopsticks falling to the ground and the clanging of tables and chairs were all in one piece.

Most of these country gentry and the traitors of the maintenance committee were not soldiers. In the panic, it was naturally difficult to judge from the gunfire that the scale of the exchange of fire between the two sides was far away. They just subconsciously avoided to survive.

The commander of the regular army of the devils in Gaoyou City, Shaozuo Qingchuan, also suppressed the smile on his face when he heard the gunshots, but he didn't panic like the squires in the room, but stood up suddenly, and walked quickly to the Zhengyang Tower The window on the second floor pushed open the Chuangku forcefully.

Bitter cold wind poured into the room as the windows were pushed open, and the muscles on Qing Chuan Shaozuo's face trembled slightly under the whistling of the cold wind. His eyes crossed the low streets and alleys dotted with dots, and went straight to the north of the city.

The gunshots came from the north of the city. The bullets pulled countless dazzling ballistics in the night, cutting the night into pieces. The flames of the explosion were as terrifying as lightning in the swirling smoke and dust.

"There are at least hundreds of Na troops!"

Makino Kanan, the commander of the Devil's Skeleton Special Forces, also moved to the window at some point, with a fierce light in his cold eyes.

Suddenly, such a Chinese army invaded the city from nowhere, and the commander of the regular army, Shao Zuo Qingchuan, had an extremely serious expression on his face.

It is an eventful time now, and field forces, guerrilla forces, and local security forces in various theaters of China are all attacking their garrisons in various places. In just one month, they have lost many previously occupied towns.

Under such a severe situation, as the commander of the regular troops in Gaoyou City, he naturally wanted to ensure that the city was under their control, and then persisted until the higher-ups settled the rest of the place and then freed up reinforcements.

A few days ago, a large number of guerrilla troops launched a powerful offensive to Gaoyou City, which was successfully smashed by the troops led by Shaozuo Aoki, but he did not expect the guerrillas to come back so quickly.

"It is reported that hundreds of Chinese guerrilla troops have broken through the security positions in the north of the city and have entered the city. The night security forces are fighting with them..."

A ghost soldier hurriedly pushed open the wooden door of the box, walked quickly to the commander of Gaoyou City, Shao Zuo Aoki, straightened up and reported loudly.

"These Chinese people are really beyond their limits!" Aoki Shaozuo snorted heavily with his gloomy face full of anger.

Although the gunshots from the north of the city were as dense as popping beans, the devil commander, Shao Zuo Aoki, did not panic at all.

He asked in a cold voice, "Have you noticed any movements of the China Army in the south of the city?"

The devil commander, Shao Zuo Aoki, has rich experience in command. He climbed step by step from a low-level soldier to his current status. The north of the city is opposite to the south of the city.

Guizibing was taken aback for a moment and then replied: "Everything is as usual in the south of the city, and no Chinese army has been found."

"Order the security forces in the south of the city to defend where they are, and send people to investigate outside the south gate to prevent Chinese people from attacking west."

"Hi Yi!"

After bowing his head heavily, the devil soldier turned around and strode downstairs.

"Order the Qingyuan troops to set up an ambush on Fuqian Street, and the security troops to retreat step by step, and lead the attacking Chinese army into Fuqian Street to eliminate them!"

"Order Ono's troops to cross from the flanking Pipa Street to the back of the Chinese Army and block their retreat!"

"Order the artillery unit to advance to the Zhenguo Temple for defense..."

Looking at the flames and explosions rising from time to time in the north of the city, the devil commander, Major Qing Chuan, gave orders in an orderly manner, while Major Makino Kanan, who was standing beside him, said nothing.

From Makino Kanan's point of view, this is just a small group of Chinese troops sneaking in. It is enough to have regular troops in the city to deal with it, and they don't need their skeleton special forces to take action.

"Mr. Muye, this is the end of today's celebration banquet. After the Chinese army is eliminated, I will hold another banquet." After issuing the order, Qingchuan Shaozuo turned to Makino Kanan and said apologetically.

"Mr. Qingchuan, do you need my help?" Although Makino Kanan said so, he folded his arms with his arms, as if watching a play.

"Thank you Makino-kun for your kindness, I think I can deal with these weak guerrillas, and I will wipe them all out!" Qingchuan Shaozuo's eyes were full of murderous intent.

"I wish Lord Qingchuan a prosperous martial arts—" Makino Kanan said as he turned slightly to get out of the way.

After Qingchuan Shaozuo gave a slight nod to Makino Kanan, he immediately raised his proud head and strode towards the door.

The devil officers, whose faces were flushed from drinking, all followed the devil commander, Shaozuo Aoki, down the stairs in unison.

And the commander of the skeleton special team, Makino Kanan, glanced at the tables, chairs and dishes in the room that were overturned due to panic, looked at the panicked and timid squires, showed a contemptuous sneer, and also sneered at several people wearing skull badges. The devils left in a crowd.

Because of Yang Ling's unexpected attack on Gaoyou City, the devil's celebration party broke up unhappy.

Seeing that the ghost soldiers had left, gunshots came one after another, and these pale-faced country gentlemen also hurriedly crawled out from under the table and rushed to their homes.

Just now, the bustling restaurant was toasting toast, but in an instant, it was a mess, and there were no empty people left.

Yang Ling and his group's North Jiangsu No. [-] Guerrilla Corps' attack on Gaoyou was beyond the devil's expectation, but the devil's military literacy is very high. After losing two streets, the night security force managed to stabilize the situation.

"Da da da......"

The devil's machine gun was placed on the handed over barricade, and a light machine gun almost blocked the entire street. The guerrilla brothers rushed back several times but were crushed back.

The scarlet bullets rampaged through the streets with the scorching breath of tearing the air, and the walls of the houses on both sides were knocked down with puffs of mud.

Smoking grenades swirled and flew towards the barricades of the devils. Pieces of blood mist exploded in the bursting flames, and the sandbags were thrown around.

The devil's machine gun only misfired for a few breaths, and roared again. The bullets tore out intertwined lines of fire in the night. Several brothers who rushed forward were stunned and fell in a pool of blood in strange postures. up.

But the little devil didn't act arrogantly for long. Just as they finished firing the bullets in a bucket, dense bullets suddenly flew out from an alley behind them. It was the interspersed brother who ran behind the devil.

The bullet pierced through the devil's body, and a fountain of blood gushed out. The devil's soldier fell in a shambles, and the machine gun slipped behind the sandbag.

Text 9 Chapter [-] Night Battle

A guerrilla officer and soldier armed with live ammunition shifted speed and leaped forward in the rain of bullets in the streets and alleys. The bullets whized and flew randomly, and from time to time they could hit the leaping shadows, bringing up a cloud of blood mist.

But those little devils guarding the barricades were horrified to find that the guerrillas fighting them were not the rabble who only knew how to swarm forward.

These guerrilla officers and soldiers, who use small groups as combat units, constantly leap forward alternately. Their skillful tactical movements and tacit cooperation made the little devil startled.

Although the little devil's marksmanship was good, the sparse firepower of the rifle seemed powerless to aim at the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were moving and leaping at a variable speed on such a night.