allonlinenovel Chapter 1203 No Shooting! Capture Alive
Chapter 1203 No Shooting! Capture Alive
"Qi Anzhi, guard the left alley entrance!"
Captain Lan, give Wang Kemin a few more shots, make sure this bastard is dead!
"Quickly, Japanese reinforcements are arriving soon!"
At this moment, Chen Gongshu held a Mauser pistol in his hand, his voice hoarse yet powerful.
Zhou Zhengqing looked up and saw Chen Gongshu crouching behind a section of broken wall at the entrance of the bungalow, the butt of his Thompson submachine gun pressed tightly against his shoulder, the muzzle of the gun aimed at a silver-gray Buick sedan not far away, firing wildly.
The bullets struck the car's steel panels with a crisp "clanging" sound, sending up a string of sparks, like shattered stars falling.
Zhou Zhengqing then noticed that Chen Gongshu's abdomen had already been hit by a stray bullet. The dark cloth was soaked with blood, forming a large patch of sticky dark brown. Every time he pulled the trigger, his body would tremble slightly from the pain, but he did not move an inch.
His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the Buick's window, as if he wanted to devour the person inside alive.
Following Chen Gongshu's gaze to the left alley entrance, Zhou Zhengqing's eyes fell on Qi Anzhi.
It was a man dressed in a gray short-sleeved shirt. He wasn't particularly tall, but he stood upright in the middle of the alleyway like a pine tree. The support of his light machine gun was firmly planted on the ground, and the barrel was glowing a scorching dark red from continuous firing.
A stray bullet came from the side and behind, piercing his right shoulder. Blood trickled down his arm, soaking his cuffs, and dripped onto the bluestone slab, creating tiny blood flowers.
Qi Anzhi seemed oblivious, his teeth clenched tightly, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His hands steadily controlled the light machine gun, the flames spitting from the muzzle like the scythe of death, drawing blinding arcs in the twilight.
"Rat-a-tat-tat... rat-a-tat-tat..." The machine gun fire was muffled and dense, each burst of fire accompanied by the screams of Wang Kemin's guards.
The spent cartridge cases from the light machine gun kept ejecting from the gun, landing with a clanging sound in the pile of rubble, accumulating into a thin layer.
Qi Anzhi's forehead was covered in cold sweat, which mixed with dust and slid down his cheeks, landing on the back of his hand holding the gun. But his fingers remained steady, and there was no sign of retreat in his eyes, only a resolute killing intent.
Zhou Zhengqing's heart stirred slightly. He had seen too many cowards who feared death, too many puppet government officials who groveled before the Japanese army, and too many ordinary people fleeing in panic under the gunfire. But he had rarely seen such fierce courage, knowing that death was inevitable, yet still fighting with all their might.
Not far away, on top of the courtyard wall, Lan Zichun was lying prone on the rubble, only his sharp eyes visible.
He held a rifle in his hand, the butt resting on his shoulder, his right eye pressed against the sights, fixed intently on the window of the Buick.
The evening breeze lifted the stray hairs on his forehead, revealing a fresh cut on his temple. Blood trickled down his brow bone, but he didn't even blink. He simply adjusted his breathing, waiting for the best moment to shoot.
"Bang!" A crisp gunshot shattered the noise of the street. The bullet struck the Buick's window precisely, leaving a clear bullet hole, accompanied by a muffled groan from inside the car.
Lan Zichun quickly pulled the bolt and ejected the spent cartridge. The cartridge, carrying the smell of gunpowder, flew out of the barrel and landed on the roof with a soft thud. He then aimed again and pulled the trigger.
Another gunshot rang out, and another slingshot appeared on the car window, with glimpses of people inside the vehicle frantically dodging.
"Protect me!" came a shout from inside the car. The remaining guards immediately rushed around the Buick, firing wildly at the courtyard wall. The bullets hit the rubble, sending pieces of tile flying everywhere.
As Zhou Zhengqing watched this scene, a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.
He also witnessed the assassination of the chairman of the Tianjin Maintenance Association last year. At that time, the Kuomintang agents were just as fearless, taking their targets directly despite the Japanese army's blockade. Even though they ultimately sacrificed their lives, it made everyone in the Maintenance Association feel insecure.
Looking at them now, these Kuomintang agents still look the same: they are willing to do anything for their goals, have the most steadfast beliefs, and are determined to die for their country.
He recalled the ceremony at which the puppet government was established, where puppet government officials followed behind Japanese officers with fawning smiles on their faces.
That ugly face stood in stark contrast to the Kuomintang agents fighting a bloody battle before them.
On one side were those who betrayed their country for personal gain and lived a life of ignominy, while on the other side were those who dedicated themselves to their country and faced death without fear. Zhou Zhengqing felt nothing but admiration for them.
"Japanese reinforcements have arrived! Brothers, let's fight!" Chen Gongshu's roar rang out again, his voice filled with a do-or-die determination.
The Kuomintang agents had obviously heard the sound, but none of them turned to flee; instead, they became even more courageous.
Qi Anzhi's light machine gun suddenly stopped firing. Zhou Zhengqing looked closely and realized that it had run out of bullets.
Without hesitation, Qi Anzhi threw away the machine gun, quickly drew his Browning pistol from his waist, and continued firing at the Buick surrounded by enemies. His movements were swift and decisive, clearly those of a seasoned veteran.
The military police and Japanese troops who could be reinforced had arrived and were rushing towards the battleground. Qi Anzhi was ultimately outnumbered. A bullet hit his left leg, and he staggered back a few steps, leaning against the wall. However, he still did not lower his gun and continued to fire at the Buick.
Blood flowed down his left leg, pooling on the ground. His face grew paler and his breathing became more rapid, yet he still stared intently ahead, like a wounded lone wolf, his eyes filled with resentment and ferocity.
Chen Gongshu's Thompson submachine gun gradually lost its firepower. His abdominal wound continued to bleed, and his vision began to blur, but he still leaned against the broken wall to support his body and drew the pistol from his waist to continue firing.
He looked at his fallen brothers, his eyes filled with grief, but he did not waver in the slightest. Today, even if it cost him all his strength, he would take Wang Kemin's dog life.
Damn it, after firing over a hundred shots, I don't know why, but there's still movement inside the car!
Lan Zichun, who was on top of the courtyard wall, was also in trouble. The military police surrounded him from the left and right along the courtyard wall.
Lan Zichun quickly threw away his rifle, drew his pistol, and fired a bullet that accurately struck two military policemen in the chest.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lan Zichun flipped over and jumped off the courtyard wall. He stumbled when he landed, and his knee scraped the ground, leaving a bloody mark. Ignoring the pain, he moved closer to the Buick again, his pistol still pointed at the car window, looking for an opportunity to shoot.
"These lunatics! They're a bunch of fearless lunatics!" Matsui Ryosuke cursed through gritted teeth.
These Japanese nobles had always believed in the spirit of bravery, but they had never seen such a reckless fighting style.
The Kuomintang agents seemed to have no regard for their own lives, only wanting to perish together with the enemy. This ferocity even sent a chill down the spine of Matsui Ryosuke, a veteran of many battles.
"Give the order: No shooting! Take them alive."
Zhou Zhengqing's voice suddenly rang out, icy cold and devoid of any warmth. His gaze was calm as he watched the fierce battle at the alley entrance, as if the life-or-death duel before him had nothing to do with him.