After being pointed at so many guns, no matter how powerful his skills are, it is useless. At this time, the person who annoyed the most was Yu Hanchao. He thought he could show his skills, but he didn't expect that he would become a prisoner as soon as he landed on the ground. He would be shot to death without even being tried. It would be better to stay in the original time and space to move bricks.

Under the black muzzle, they slowly put down their weapons, took off their equipment, and thought about how to escape. The equipment of the People's Liberation Army in the 1960s and 1970s was very backward, and it was no different from the time of World War II. An armed belt was tied around their waists, various backpacks, kettles, pistol holsters, telescopes, and ammunition bags hung on their bodies one by one, and they couldn't be solved for a while.

The staff of the prop center of the traveling station were very responsible. The equipment prepared for them was all from the 1960s. The old goods sold out from the military warehouse were washed and ironed and used, and there was no flaw at all. However, it was a flaw that was too perfect, and there was no place to reason if someone saw it through.

Liu Yan looked at his expression and identified important figures in the guerrillas. He planned to seize the opportunity, take hostages and escape. The captain was too far away, and he might have to be shot a few times before he pounced on it. The rest of the people didn't look so important. Suddenly, a tall man came into his sight. The brim of the hat was pressed very low, but he still showed his brown-yellow hair. Looking at his strong arms rolled up with sleeves, his yellow hair was vigorous, and he was obviously not an Asian. Then there were only two possibilities: either the surrendered Soviet army or the consultant sent by the Americans. In short, they were both relatively important roles.

The deep eyes under the brim of the hat were looking at it, facing Liu Yanzhi's eyes, their eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "Stay someone under the knife." Very authentic Mandarin without a trace of dialect accent.

"Lao Lin, can we still raise them if we don't kill them?" The bearded man was indignant, "Our food is not sufficient."

The man called Lao Lin came over and lifted his liberation hat up slightly to reveal his true face. It turned out to be a white man, and a typical Anglo-Saxon race, not Slav race. He stared at Liu Yan for a while, then walked to the Party Patriotic country and asked him: "Who are you? Don't use the bad lies like the 258th Regiment to deceive me. You obviously came down from Cuiwei Mountain, so there is only one possibility, that is, you came on a Soviet helicopter."

Without waiting for the Party’s patriotism to answer, Lao Lin issued an order: “Take them back for interrogation. I suspect that they are not ordinary puppet troops, but senior spies trained by the KGB.”

The captain was a middle-aged man in his forties. He nodded in agreement, so the team members blindfolded their eyes, tied their hands behind their backs, and took them to the car. The guerrillas were semi-motorized troops equipped with Beijing Jeep and captured Soviet Gas Jeep, as well as the Yangtze River 750 standby motorcycle and weighted permanent bicycle. All vehicles were covered with branches. When they encountered air strikes, they stopped immediately and disguised as woods. It was difficult to detect them from the air.

During the war, the roads were seriously damaged, bumpy and bumpy for a long time, and finally arrived at the destination. The base of the guerrillas, a remote village, the captives were taken into the original production team compound. At this time, their blindfolded cloth was untied, but the rope was still tied tightly to their hands. The guerrillas hated the traitors and the rope was tied into the flesh.

The prisoners were detained and interrogated separately. Liu Yanzhi was locked in a room alone. As soon as the guard closed the door, he broke the rope and lay on the crack of the door to observe the situation outside.

This is a typical village in the Central Plains, with adobe thatched houses accounting for the majority. It is already evening. The village implements light control and all windows are covered with paper. There are militia carrying old-fashioned rifles on duty at the door. The whole village is extremely quiet, with only the barking of dogs coming from afar.

The so-called cell is a dirt house. Liu Yanzhi could punch a hole in the wall with one punch, and knocking out the sentry outside the door was even more effortless. He even killed all directions and turned it over. However, these people were all their compatriots. How could he bear to take action against the warriors of the invaders?

But it is even worse to wait for death. The identity of the time travel group is difficult to explain clearly. During the war, the handling of spies would rather be killed than let go, so he decided to take action.

The guerrillas were not idle either. They first interrogated Professor Xing, the oldest and seemingly the weakest of the captives. The person in charge was Li Weidong, the captain of the guerrillas. He was originally a rural middle school teacher. After the Soviets came, a group of people from the township government surrendered to the enemy. He pulled students up the mountain to fight guerrillas, and later joined a part of the defeated defeated soldiers to form the Huaijiang Guerrilla Brigade. Because the proportion of high school students in the team and the high level of knowledge and culture, the fight was very exciting and received praise from the Military Commission many times. The superiors also sent them an American consultant named John Lynch, which is the so-called Lao Lin.

Lao Lin also participated in the interrogation. He had a high Chinese level and higher military quality. Under his guidance, the guerrillas quickly mastered the use of the stinger missile, and the operation of the AN/PRC-74B radio and AN/GRA-71 pulse coding equipment made by the United States. However, no one could teach the Chinese people the strategy and tactics of fighting guerrillas. The valuable experience left by the previous generation of revolutionaries in the War of Resistance Against Japan was as effective as the Soviets.

Professor Xing is an intellectual, timid, and he will be able to do everything once he is scared. However, he is also a person who knows how to behave. He does not say that he has traveled forty-five years, but only says that he is not a soldier, a scientist, or to be precise, an expert from the Shanghai Institute of Biochemistry, and coming here is a top-secret mission.

"You don't understand what specific tasks you say. Of course, even if you kill me, I won't say them." The old man was very cunning and understood that he could not pour beans on bamboo tubes, as that would make others disbelieve.

Li Weidong is a high school chemistry teacher and his master's skills have not left him. He asked some difficult chemistry questions for middle school students, and Professor Xing easily answered them.

"As far as I know, the Institute of Biochemistry has moved from Shanghai to the rear of Wuhan." John Lynch drew in his notebook with a pencil, looking very focused, "What's your director's name?"

Professor Xing answered calmly. He did work in the Institute of Biochemistry forty-five years ago, and his memory was unforgettable, and Lynch couldn't ask him.

John Lynch was nominally a US civil volunteer aid to China, but in fact he was an agent of the CIA. Before joining the CIA, he was a Ranger Captain of the 75th Infantry Regiment of the Army. He had rich combat experience and meticulous observation skills. He was helping the Chinese fight against the Soviet Union, but he was more important to defend the interests of the United States.

The Chinese are the only one leading American technology in the United States. As an agent of the CIA, Lynch is very sensitive to this.

He turned his head and said to Li Weidong: "I believe they are their own people."

Li Weidong nodded. He also believed that these people were comrades who were secret missions. If they were spies from the Soviets, there was no need to bring an elderly biochemical scientist in the team.

"Let's do this, old comrade, let's call our superiors to verify your identities." Li Weidong personally stepped forward and untied Professor Xing's rope, "I'm sorry, I feel wronged."

Professor Xing rubbed his arms and said, "Hurry up and let those living ancestors go, don't cause any trouble. Those are all guards assigned to me by their superiors, and they are very skilled."

Li Weidong came to the door and was about to call the correspondent when he suddenly jumped off the roof. The sharp military sect hit his neck with lightning speed.

"Captain Li, I'm sorry, let us go, otherwise I'll be polite to you." Liu Yanzhi, who held the knife, removed the door five minutes ago and knocked out the sentry holding the rifle. The 38th cover during the War of Resistance Against Japan was already old and useless, but the bayonet was still extremely sharp. He took it off and was now on Captain Li's neck.

Although Li Weidong was a middle school teacher, the bloody storm of two years has tempered him into a strong warrior. He was not afraid at all and chatted and laughed: "It turns out that he is a master. Don't be impulsive. I know you are your own people, so let them go."

Liu Yanzhi looked at Professor Xing from the corner of his eyes, and the latter nodded at him, so he put down the military baton, but pulled out the Stechejin storm pistol from Li Weidong's holster.

"Lend me to use it." Liu Yan said straight.

Li Weidong smiled generously and shouted: "Communication officer, go and bring all the prisoners. Be kind to you, they are all your own people."

All they were brought were Dang Maiguo, Lei Meng and Yu Hanchao were gone, and they could not trap them in mere prison cells. However, these two men were not as sharp as Liu Yanzhi. They immediately found the command center of the guerrillas. They were hiding in the grass and waiting for the opportunity.

The misunderstanding was resolved, Lei Meng and Yu Hanchao also came out of their hiding place. Everyone gathered together, with tea jars and aluminum lunch boxes on the table, drinking Russian vodka, eating canned Soviet military food and U.S. aided Spam lunch meat.

The bearded man picked up the teapot and said, "Don't know each other if you don't fight, don't be surprised. I hate traitors the most. In the past, I would have shot them directly when I caught puppet troops. If it weren't for Lao Lin, I would have almost killed my own people."

His name is Wang Qiang, and he is the platoon leader of the regular army that he broke up. He is now the deputy captain of the guerrillas. He is straightforward, has a bad temper, loves to drink, and loves to kill traitors.

Everyone picked up the teapot and said, "Cheers!" Seven or eight military teapots collided together, and the pungent smell of vodka filled the room.

"Where did you come from?" Li Weidong raised a question in confusion. "The river is covered with Soviet gunboats, and land traffic has been blocked by them. You guys wearing military uniforms and guns suddenly appeared on Cuiwei Mountain. Could it be that they were airborne?"

"We came by submarines, but something happened, the submarine sank, the naval soldiers were all sacrificed, and they covered us with their lives." Dang Paiguo looked sad and lies opened his mouth.

"What are the next steps?" Li Weidongdao, "What do we need to cooperate with?"

"We want to go back to Wuhan." Dang Aiguo said, "It is important to go back as soon as possible."

"Do you have some information?" Wang Qiang asked half-jokingly.

Li Weidong glared at him: "I haven't learned the confidentiality regulations? Don't ask what shouldn't be asked." Then he said to the Party Aiguo: "Chief, our Huaijiang Brigade will do our best to cooperate with you."

Wang Qiang haha: "I didn't say anything, come, let's go!"

After drinking two bottles of vodka, everyone was in high spirits. Li Weidong said that he would move the day and he had to rest early and forced everyone to go to bed. Then everyone dispersed and went back to their houses. The traveling group was arranged to rest in a farmhouse. The ground was covered with golden straw, so it was comfortable to sleep.

When it was late at night, Wang Qiang, the deputy captain of the guerrillas, took out a machine, pulled out a long antenna, and began to send a report.
Chapter completed!