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Five hundred and thirtieth eight chapters speed car grab goods

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    "Woo, woo, woo!"

    "Bang chi bang chi bang chi bang chi."

    A string of black smoke came out from the top of the train. As the train moved forward, the black smoke continued to flow backwards and spread. Under the wheels, steam filled the air. The connecting rods drove the wheels and kept pushing the train.  operation.

    At the back of the train, there are sections of carriages hanging. Occasionally on the top of the carriages, soldiers can be seen sitting there, holding the Sanba Dagai. In the dark, the bayonets of the Sanba Dagai are emitting a cold light.  .

    The train was moving, the rails were vibrating, and there was a rhythmic crashing sound where the two rails intersected.

    Just as the train was passing through a field, suddenly, a figure nimbly appeared beside the railway. He was running non-stop on his legs, and his figure was getting faster and faster. Suddenly, he  With a sudden leap forward, he had already grabbed a railing outside the carriage of a train.

    All the weight of his body was supported by one arm. At this time, the veins on his right arm were bulging, and he exerted a sudden force to drive his whole body forward. Then, his left arm finally grabbed the train carriage.  !

    Under the feet is the speeding earth, in the hand is the speeding train, and the body is moving forward with the train. Hearing the rattling sound below, ordinary people can easily panic in their hearts and lose strength in their hands.

    But this man didn't. He firmly grasped the handrail with both hands, fumbled with his feet, and finally stepped on the only five centimeter edge at the bottom of the train carriage.

    His mille-soled cloth shoes had great friction, and he stepped on them firmly, and then began to move on them with difficulty.

    The train is still moving forward, passing a bridge, the river is rushing below, the man's body is like flying on the river, he firmly grasps the handrail, one step after another, finally, he arrives at the carriage  the central.

    The train was still shaking, and he stuck to the carriage tightly like a gecko. Then, he let go of the armrest with his left hand, took out a pair of pliers from his waist, and clamped hard, clamping the center of the carriage.  The iron wire on the door was pinched off, and then, put it back into the pliers, and pulled hard with the left hand, and the carriage door was half opened.

    There was a creaking sound, but the man didn't get in right away. He switched to holding the door with his left hand, and pulled out the box cannon with his right hand. After waiting for two seconds, he saw that there was no response, and then swished, like a flexible monkey.  In general, jumped into the compartment.

    The man inserted the box cannon back into his waist, and with a smile on his face, he looked at the goods in the carriage. The goods were relatively long and wrapped in meadows outside.  There's a bulging thing, that's the bolt of the rifle!

    It is these goods, there is no mistake!

    Overjoyed in his heart, he took out one piece, threw it along the carriage, then the second piece, and then the third piece.

    The gun wrapped in the meadow was quickly thrown out, and there were still some boxes inside. He started to move the boxes again, and there was a rattling sound inside, which sounded very pleasant, one box after another, all gurgling  The ground rolled outside.

    At this time, along the railway outside, more figures appeared. They kept picking up and dismantling the things thrown down along the direction of the train. It was a gun, and they carried it on their backs.  Take it apart again, and there is another gun, and then carry it on your back.

    Everyone carried several rifles and heavy boxes on their backs, and disappeared into the night.

    "The harvest this time is really good, Brother Hong!" When the sky was about to dawn, a group of people gathered in a dark room in the charcoal field, with smiles on their faces.

    "Now, we have harvested forty-two long guns, two machine guns, and twenty short guns." A man said, patted the box containing the short guns, and said, "Now, we have the strength, we can  Let's fight the devil fiercely!"

    "That's right, it's good to kill a few devil sentinels to make a strong momentum." Another person said.

    Seeing everyone's excited faces, the man named Hong shook his head: "No, it's nothing to be a few devil sentinels, Peng Liang, that's all you have to do. Let's keep some of these weapons for our own use.  , and the rest will be sent to the mountains, and the teams in the mountains need weapons even more."

    This man named Brother Hong is their captain Liu Hong, and he is also the one who pulled the train. Now, his face is also full of joy and pride. The devil's train is simply prepared for us.  Anything, just go and get it from the devil's train.

    This time, the workers who were loading and unloading at the station found this batch of weapons, so Liu Hong made a decision to take these weaponsThe goods have been produced, and now, what they have done is really beautiful, as for what to do next, it depends on the political commissar.

    "Political commissar, tell me, what shall we do next?" Liu Hong asked political commissar Li Zheng.

    "We did a good job this time, but at the same time, the devil is not a vegetarian and will definitely come to investigate. Now, we should leave the charcoal field and move it." Li Zheng said.

    leave?

    Hearing this, the crowd immediately became anxious: "Aren't we afraid of devils?"

    "With so many good weapons, why should we be afraid of the devils? We should fight the devils with real swords and guns!" Peng Liang was also anxious.

    Who wants to leave.

    "Listen to the political commissar." Liu Hong said: "We are definitely not afraid of the devils. When we fight against the devils, we must have brains and pay attention to strategy and tactics."

    The sky had already brightened, and the group left the charcoal field. Before they had walked a few miles, gunshots came from behind.

    "It's dangerous. If we didn't listen to the political commissar, we would be made dumplings by the devils now."

    "Yes, the political commissar is simply Zhuge Liang."

    "Political Commissar, I give in to you."

    Everyone was very happy and admired Li Zheng even more.

    "Where shall we move next?" Liu Hong asked Li Zheng, who also admired Li Zheng quite a lot.

    "Let's go to Mrs. Fanglin first. Her husband was a railway worker and was later killed by devils. She firmly supports our railway guerrillas. Let's settle down with her first." Li Zheng said: "There are also people over there."  Railway lines, our railway guerrillas, if we want to fight guerrillas in a larger area, we must not stick to one place. This is the essence of our guerrilla warfare. Let us contain the railway transportation lines of the little devils, just like cutting them off  blood vessels."

    "That's right, let the little devils be afraid when they hear the name of our Flying Tigers." Peng Liang said.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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