Chapter 630 The Operation Ends

Although Wang Yan has always been a one-shot killer, he is not the type who pursues a headshot when it comes to using guns. Especially at this moment, he is using a standard pistol used exclusively by Japanese special agents. He has never fired these guns before and cannot grasp the trajectory. Even at close range, the farthest is only more than ten meters, and he will not risk a headshot. Instead, he aims at the upper chest, where the heart and lungs are located. If he is shot, whether he dies or not is another matter, but he will definitely lose his combat effectiveness.

So an interesting phenomenon is that all six people inside the door were shot in the chest. And the eight standing outside the fence at the door were all shot near the eyes. This is because the first three shots of the left and right hands have grasped the trajectory, and they can shoot wherever they point. However, it is difficult to get a headshot, after all, the little devils are wearing helmets, and the southern pistol is not powerful enough to penetrate them.

Under the dim light at the door, the eyes of the little Japanese soldier under the eaves of the helmet suddenly exploded, and flesh and blood flew in the air, and the eight little devils outside were killed instantly.

At this time, the guerrilla fighters ambushed on both sides rushed out. Wang Yan saw it clearly. The soldiers who were charging in front even had an excited grin on their faces. They raised their guns and were about to fire, but they suddenly stopped. They were pushed forward by the people behind them. The grin on their faces disappeared and was replaced by confusion.

Wang Yan didn't pay much attention. He raised his gun calmly and shot the Japanese who were shot in the chest and fell to the ground inside the door one by one. Then he turned around and ran towards the prison cell A. Two guns appeared on the way, and the magazines were full. Counting the bullets that triggered the top of the warehouse, the two guns had a total of 34 rounds.

At this moment, there were gunshots everywhere inside the prison. Several small teams of Japanese soldiers patrolling the prison had already rushed towards their dormitories in battle formation after hearing the gunshots, but obviously, this had no effect.

It is 1938 now. These Japanese soldiers are well-trained and have strong combat effectiveness. However, they are organized field battles, city battles, encounter battles, etc., not like the current ones where they fight unprepared with preparation.

With four towers in hand, when these sixty or seventy people ran to the vicinity, they encountered intensive machine gun fire. The powerful machine gun bullets, if they brushed past the body, would be a piece of flesh. If they hit the body, the flesh and blood of the mortal body would even be torn apart, and the broken limbs would be scattered.

The gunshots in the dormitory were also the assault sounds of the American submachine guns provided by Wang Yan. The Japanese were lying in bed and sleeping. They were awakened by the explosion and greeted by a volley of bullets in the air.

As for the people of various identities in the cell, they were all boiling at this moment. The sound of howling was not even worse than the intensive gunshots. Even if they were fools, they should know at this moment that someone was attacking the prison. So what was waiting for them? Without a doubt, it was freedom from torture.

Wang Yan ran very fast and rushed directly into the cell of Building A. There were originally two Japanese soldiers standing guard at the door. They were attracted by the gunshots and rushed out with their Type 38 rifles to be killed by the machine guns on the tower...

When he arrived inside the cell, a damp and strange smell came to his face. Although the smell was not disgusting, it was also very impactful. Obviously, the people in prison here did not have a good life.

This is really normal. There is no such thing as "human rights" in this era. Once you enter the prison, your life and death are out of your control and controlled by others. The food here is not much better than pig food, and don't even think about oil and water. There are often some infectious malignant diseases here, and no one comes to treat them. Occasionally, someone will come to torture them, scrape out the last money from them, and then die miserably in prison.

Wang Yan stopped at the door, got used to the unpleasant smell, and shot two Chinese guards who came out with guns. Whether they were real traitors or were forced to make a living was not his concern. Let the innocent go. Whoever holds the gun will die.

Ignoring the excited shouts of others in the cell, Wang Yan looked coldly at the two guards who came out with their hands raised high and trembling: "Where are the keys to the third and fourth floors?"

"In the room."

"Take it out and give it to me, quickly!" Wang Yan fired a shot and hit them at their feet, scaring the two to run back quickly. He was not afraid that the two would go back to get guns, because no one was faster than him. To him, killing two people with guns was no different from killing two children.

Soon, two people came out trembling with keys on several large plates: "These are the keys to all the cells in this building, this is the third floor, this is the fourth floor."

Wang Yan took the keys to the third and fourth floors, and picked up two pistols on the ground: "Stand here, if you take the gun, you will die."

After that, Wang Yan quickly ran to the third floor, shot and killed the two night guards holding guns at the stairs, and then ran inside.

It is undoubtedly very easy to manage to detain high-level important figures together. Basically, the warden with a normal mind will do this. Instead of detaining one here and one there. The defense force of the prison ensures that no one will go crazy and want to take risks to rob the prison.

These senior personnel from the two parties who did not surrender are actually quite good in character. Otherwise, they would not be able to survive the torture. Especially when there is really no other way, they will be electrocuted, which is a very cruel punishment and also causes great damage to the body. There is no doubt that those who persisted have basically experienced electrocution, which shows their tenacious vitality.

So even though they knew that there was only an iron fence between them and freedom, most people were relatively calm. They all held on to the fence, stared at Wang Yan closely, and trembled their lips without speaking. But there might as well be someone who can't control himself and shouts loudly.

In fact, these people are not necessarily pure. It is not impossible for the Japanese to send one of their own, beat them up and throw them in to deceive the trust of these people.

But Wang Yan didn't have time to tell. He just shot two people at the feet of the two people who were shouting on the railing to shut them up.

He stepped forward, and with a scarred face and a pair of longing eyes looking at him, he shouted loudly: "Who is Feng Zhaochun?"

Someone immediately answered loudly: "He's upstairs!"

Wang Yan walked over and approached the fence in a few steps, staring closely into his eyes: "Who are you?"

"Song Jindong, former Shanghai underground party organization and united front officer!"

He looked into Wang Yan's sharp, coercive eyes without any evasion. His eyes shone with the light of faith and were unwavering. But there were tears. His hands holding the fence were shaking uncontrollably...

Wang Yan nodded lightly, turned to look at the other people in the cell, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand: "Do you all know them?"

"know!"

"Can you still run?"

"able!"

Wang Yan turned around and came to the door. He took out Han Feng, who had been carrying it behind him in order to hide others' eyes, and slashed down along the gap in the door, directly breaking the door lock and Han Feng broke the gold.

He took out the pistol he just picked up downstairs and stuffed it into Song Jindong's hand: "Give it to someone you trust."

Song Jindong turned around without hesitation and put the pistol into the hands of the people on his left and right. Wang Yan took out the keys to the prison on the third floor and handed them to them: "Open the doors of all cells. No matter who they are, they are unorganized and undisciplined, and dare to step on them." Take one step outside the gate and execute him."

After speaking, Wang Yan looked at Song Jindong: "Take me to find them first, as well as the important comrades of our party and the Kuomintang you think, and gather them first to prevent them from getting separated."

Important refers to the level. They must have communicated after being locked up in prison for so long. The secrets we hold cannot be revealed, but the level and position are basically open to the public here. After all, when they are arrested, they are basically betrayed by others. If they don't speak, others will speak, and their identity is not a secret.

Song Jindong had no unnecessary nonsense. According to the list, he first led Wang Yan to find more than ten people in the prison cell on the third floor. Wang Yan opened the iron door with a knife and led them to the fourth floor.

There were also two Chinese people on night watch here, but at this moment the gunshots outside had become sparse. The two men wisely threw their guns far away and squatted together with their heads held in their hands. It was important to save their lives.

Wang Yan ignored these two people and let Song Jindong behind him to lead him to find someone. He also asked the other two to open the lock with guns and keys.

Those on this floor are indeed senior personnel, and the remaining people are detained on this floor. It’s just that none of them are in very good condition. They are all wearing thin rags and have no fingernails or toenails. Through the rags, you can see the old and new scars crisscrossing inside. Some are even blind. It is really not easy to live with missing limbs.

Feng Zhaochun was the last one to be found. He was in very bad health and couldn't move while lying on the cold bed. But when he saw Wang Yan breaking the door lock with a knife and coming in, his eyes brightened. His hand holding Wang Yan's arm, even though it was shaking, But very powerful.

Asking someone in good health to carry him, Wang Yan looked at the more than 80 people from the two parties gathered around him to support each other, and shouted loudly: "You will go out in three minutes. Your ability is limited, so you can only take these comrades with you." Those who feel they have fighting ability will go to the defenders' dormitories and the prison's arsenal later to get weapons and break out together. Those who don't have fighting ability, then find a way to escape. We will block the Japanese reinforcements and buy time for you. , I hope you can escape. The resistance to Japan will be victorious! China will stand at the top of the world! Long live the Chinese nation!

Wang Yan raised his arms and shouted slogans to give them strength. There was only silence for a moment, and the next moment, the tenacious soldiers trapped on the fourth floor started chanting along with Wang Yan's slogans. Although there were many members of the Kuomintang among them, at this moment, they were shouting the same slogan.

All they know now is that it was the Red Party people who came to save them, and they have not only saved the Red Party people, nor have they given up on the Kuomintang people. Then they don't mind shouting slogans, and it doesn't matter if they escape and know the truth.

The Red Party's rescue of these people was, on the one hand, a peripheral operation. The Loyalty and National Salvation Army was the main force, and they invested more troops. Another aspect is the humanitarian assistance provided by the Anti-Japanese National United Front. These Kuomintang people are really resisting Japan, and they are really strong and unyielding. They did not surrender due to severe torture, so they should be rescued. In the last aspect, some conspirators say that these people are all important figures in the Kuomintang. After returning to take good care of themselves, they will all be reused. With this fate, if we go back and get in touch and fight for it, it is not impossible for us to become a family...

The sound ranged from uneven to neat, from low to loud, from the fourth floor to the third floor, from the third floor to the entire building A. From Building A, it spread to every corner of the prison.

The night was thick, the gunshots gradually faded, and the unyielding shouts rushed into the darkness. What surged was blood, what was immortal was faith, and in the tearful eyes, there was the light of hope that broke through the darkness, that was the spark that set the prairie ablaze...

Amid the shouts, Wang Yan led more than 80 important members of the two parties downstairs, and two trucks just drove over with headlights on. There were also soldiers running over here covered in blood, helping to send these people to the car. At this time, people in other buildings had already started running out, obviously released by the guerrillas.

In addition to members of the two parties, in addition to peripheral progressives and patriots, there were also many gangsters who committed crimes. There is no doubt that those who were determined to run away at this time were probably those gangsters, which is why Wang Yan did not release them first.

What he wanted to ensure was that all the people on the list were taken away, and as many other important personnel as possible were saved. If they were all released in a rush, they would be dispersed and the operation would fail.

When all these people got on the truck, people in Building A also began to come out. Many of them ran to the Japanese dormitory and warehouse with a clear goal. They were familiar with this place, so they were still very decisive.

Wang Yan raised his wrist to check the time. It was already 12:15. The Japanese army was already on the way. He looked at the honest guerrilla leader who ran to him and said, "There are a total of 87 people from the two parties on the bike, including all those on the list. The Japanese should have reacted now and have divided their troops to rush here. According to the current situation of being attacked everywhere and the scale of this prison, I estimate that the number of troops they sent is no more than 500. I am a sharpshooter and can hold them back for a while. Now retreat quickly, otherwise you will not be able to leave. Comrade, take care!"

"We have 30 people, on the way they are coming, and have laid mines. They will retreat in another five minutes." The captain stood at attention and saluted, nodding heavily: "Take care!"

He did not ask more questions about whether one person had the ability to hold back possible 400, 500 or 600 reinforcements. The order he received was that whatever this person said was what he had to do and cooperate well.

Wang Yan didn't say anything, turned around and snatched the Type 38 rifle from a passing soldier, took off his bag of bullets, and strode towards an old car in the distance. He quickly started the car, went out of the gate, and turned north. The Japanese garrison will come from that direction. This place is actually quite remote. There is only one main road, and the Japanese reinforcements will come through that road.

He took the gun just to cover up the space. Otherwise, if he went out with his bare hands, what would he use to fight the enemy?

Driving away from the prison, Wang Yan observed the situation on both sides. Bombs had been placed on the road. It would be bad if he was blown up first. Fortunately, he found the hiding place of the guerrilla fighters who blocked the reinforcements.

He drifted, turned the car around, parked it on the side of the road, and then got out of the car with a gun in hand, waving his hand in the darkness: "The operation was successful, retreat quickly, I will stop the enemy."

As soon as the voice fell, with the sound of taking care, the thirty people hiding nearby all turned around and ran. There was no back and forth pulling as shown in the TV series. The organizational discipline was there, and now the time for retreat had come. Since someone was left behind, then let him be left behind. What are you waiting for if you don't run quickly? There is no need for so much nonsense.

Wang Yan climbed to the roof of a house on the side of the road, occupied a favorable terrain, lit a cigarette and lay there watching the lights of the car headlights flashing in the distance.

The Japanese reacted quickly. When so many places needed to send troops to reinforce, it took only more than 20 minutes to send people here. They should have heard the continuous gunshots, determined the direction, and then urgently contacted the prison. After confirming that they could not contact, they contacted the garrison, the gendarmerie, etc. It can be said that the decision was basically made at the first time, and it would not exceed seven or eight minutes. Counting the time for the soldiers to gather and set off, we have now.

It seems that the joint action of the Loyal National Salvation Army and the Red Party Guerrillas is of no help, but in fact it is not. Because without their actions, the troops sent over would not be the 500 he estimated. Maybe they could pull out a brigade of 1,000 people, and there would be hundreds of military police to reinforce them. That is not a force they can deal with.

There are people in the house below. Wang Yan even heard the cry of a child, and then disappeared. I think at this time, this family must be hiding together in fear, trembling helplessly.

At the same time, he also saw in the dark that a few idiots ran from the direction of the prison. This side also leads to the dock. They should want to sneak through, hide in the cargo hold of a ship, and then escape from Shanghai to any other place.

Wang Yan is very sure that these people will never be from the two parties, but only those clever hooligans, because people from the two parties are not so stupid. They would run to the French Concession, the International Settlement, or run desperately with the retreating troops until they ran out of Shanghai. At worst, they would go to the countryside around Shanghai and pretend to be beggars. They would recover their health little by little, look for an opportunity to leave Shanghai, and find a way home.

Ignoring them, the mines were placed on the main road, and they did not dare to run on the main road. Wang Yan threw away the cigarette butt, straightened his body, adjusted his shooting posture, pulled the bolt to load the gun, and patiently waited for the Japanese reinforcement convoy to come.

The truck was moving very fast and had already driven not far away. As expected, the leading car ran over a mine, which was very powerful and overturned the entire car on the road. The soldiers in the car were also killed and injured. The angle at which the truck was overturned was very good, and it was lying horizontally on the road. It can be seen that the person who laid the mine was also a talent, which seriously hindered the progress of the convoy behind.

The Japanese soldiers behind began to jump out of the car, and aimed their guns at both sides of the road. At the same time, soldiers came quickly to check the casualties. Everything was in order.

Wang Yan aimed at a leader-like person, who was nearly 100 meters away. It was dark, and he couldn't see his rank clearly. Based on his feeling, he pulled the trigger directly, and luckily shot down the little Japanese who looked like a squad leader. He quickly pulled the bolt to load the gun again, and shot the little Japanese next to the squad leader.

These two gunshots became the fuse of a one-on-five hundred encounter. Wang Yan's gunshot had just fallen, and the next moment, dense bullets came at him, making it impossible for him to raise his head.

Wang Yan was not in a hurry. He jumped off the roof, flew over the eaves and walls, and ran to another roof. Bang bang, two more shots, knocked down a Japanese soldier who was shooting with a machine gun, and the Japanese soldier next to him.

Then he jumped off the roof again and ran to another wall. In the process, he collected his gun and entered the space. With the help of the power of space, he quickly reloaded the bullets, and went over and knocked down two more with two shots.

Then he stopped shooting and quietly sneaked forward, getting closer to the Japanese army.

Six shots killed six people, and all the information was exposed. There was only one person, a sharpshooter with good shooting skills and fast shooting, who was not far away. Wang Yan wanted to let them know this information, that is, to create a tense atmosphere.

Because his mission was not to fly kites with these little Japanese and kill as many people as possible, but to delay their time as much as possible so that the large army could evacuate safely. Every time, he could quickly fire two shots and kill two Japanese soldiers. Obviously, no one wants to be those two people, and they will feel a lot of pressure in their hearts.

Obviously, the Japanese also understand what he means. So after a round of shouting and cursing, several teams of troops were scattered on both sides of the street, entered the houses on the roadside, looked for shelter, and began to approach him. The Japanese behind him began to set up machine guns to provide fire suppression.

Wang Yan knocked down the machine gunner and the Japanese next to him, and once again moved his position in the hail of bullets, approached forward, aimed at a team of Japanese who were approaching, took out a grenade from the space, pulled the pull ring, waited for two seconds with confidence, and then threw it over. The grenade exploded next to the team, and the scattered shrapnel instantly knocked down half of the Japanese in this team.

For this operation, he basically emptied the space and filled it with ammunition. Two cubic meters is not large, but if there are only a few guns, and the rest are all bullets and grenades, then the firepower is enough.

He just used his gun to shoot at the Japanese who provided fire support from a distance, occasionally fired to blow up the tires of trucks, and from time to time took out grenades from the space and threw them at the Japanese who came over. At the same time, he was extremely flexible and kept changing positions, using the night and terrain to pull out a favorable combat space.

He had space, could provide ammunition without being heavy. It was night now, and if he didn't shoot, the Japanese couldn't find his people. The terrain was favorable, all were civilian houses, and there was room for maneuver. He even ran to the back of the Japanese and shot coldly. Add to that his own strong physical strength and accurate shooting skills, and these combined, why he had the confidence to dare to block 500 people alone.

If it was daytime, the Japanese would have started to set up artillery to bombard him...

The fierce battle lasted for a while, and Wang Yan stopped shooting again. The Japanese who came over to encircle him just now were either shot to death by him or exploded with grenades, lying on the ground screaming in pain. All the tires of the car were blown up by him, and several Japanese soldiers who looked like commanders were killed.

The Japanese soldiers were beaten so hard that they dared not make any extra movements, because in the past, Wang Yan had fired shots from all directions around them, and they could not lock their positions after each shot. Moreover, his shooting skills were very accurate. Whoever shouted and gave orders would definitely die in the next wave of attacks. As a result, they now had few commanders, and the high-level ones were all shot to death.

Ordinary soldiers also lost their fighting spirit because it was too terrifying. They didn't know where the enemy was, and they didn't know when a grenade would fly over. Every time two gunshots were fired, two of them would die. How could this war be fought?

They also found that as long as they stayed where they were, didn't think about rushing to the prison, and didn't think about sending people to outflank and kill the damn Chinese, they could live in peace. In addition, most of the commanders were dead, and the remaining ones with high ranks dared not give orders anymore. These soldiers didn't even raise their guns. They just stood there with their guns, looking up at the stars in the dark sky, missing their hometown. It had been a year since they came out, and they didn't know how their families were doing. Some of them even smoked cigarettes to relieve the tension between life and death and their attachment to their hometown...

What broke their homesickness was the sound of a car engine in the distance. They watched the car drive away. Until this time, the remaining commander in the team used the lighter on his body to check the time. It was already one o'clock. That terrifying and damned Chinese man made their 500-man team stay here for more than 30 minutes with just one person.

The commander shouted desperately, asking them to gather quickly. Some of them collected the bodies of the dead imperial soldiers and rescued the wounded, while the other part immediately went to the prison for support. As for the car that drove away openly, no one mentioned it. They just ran quickly towards the prison.

Wang Yan drove past the prison and was stopped by the military police who came earlier. He took out his Japanese special ID card and was released without even asking where he was going. As for the problem of the prison car, there were no computers connected to the Internet in this era, so it was impossible to find it for a while.

He drove to Maohai Road openly, changed the car that had driven over before, and then drove openly on the road. Now the whole Hongkou is under martial law. The military police ran back and forth, checking every household. They have begun to look for the escaped prisoners. He just handed over his ID, and then in a genuine Kanto accent, he said that he had important business to attend to, and cursed the damn Chinese for being abominable, not letting people sleep in the middle of the night, and the brothers of the gendarmerie had worked so hard.

Just like that, he drove into the International Settlement in a dignified manner, which was the intersection when he came here, and used the same rhetoric, except that he was sent by Minami Yoko to do his own thing. It was even easier for the foreign devils, who still remembered him, and spent some more money, and just went to the International Settlement and got away perfectly.

He went to a safe house and changed the license plate first, which was registered. As for the car, his car was the most sold Ford, without any special features. There were so many people with cars in Shanghai, and he couldn't find one like him.

Then he ran upstairs, opened the window, took out the radio that had been placed in advance, set up the radio antenna, and after adjusting it, he started to send a message to Chongqing. There are actions to be reported. Whatever he did and saw, he had to report in detail. At that time, he would combine other reports to corroborate each other and make clear the credit.

After receiving recognition and praise from the organization again, Wang Yan washed off the smell of gunpowder on his body with cold water in this house, changed his clothes, and re-made up. He cleaned up the space again, put the radio in, and packed the other guns and ammunition in a box. He opened the door and went downstairs, drove to a secret warehouse and parked it, and threw the weapons and ammunition in the car. He took a bicycle and returned to the French Concession, and then went to the safe house where he came from, restored his original appearance, and changed back to his previous outfit.

Although Wang Yan did not plan to ride a bicycle back, he couldn't help shaking his head when he saw that the bicycle he had just parked was gone again. Then he turned around and left, hiding his figure and went back to Wang Mansion in the French Concession.

There were not so many heroic and tragic songs in this night's actions. There is no doubt that those arrested comrades were miserable. They were in a good mood when they were rescued, but they were in a bad mood when they rescued. However, the rescuers did not say a word, and the rescued did not dawdle, saying that the organization had not forgotten me and forced me to add drama. Some of them were just racing against time and dealing with the enemy.

Before reporting to Chongqing, Wang Yan did not receive any news about those people. They must not have escaped the pursuit of the Japanese and were on the way to escape. But I think it is not a big problem, because everything went smoothly.

If the evacuation road is not smooth, Wang Yan has no way, because he has done everything he can...

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