Chapter 668: Stopping Thousands of People

The moonlight shines on the earth, and the dimly illuminated streets are dimly visible. Wang Yan wore a top hat on his head, a windbreaker, and leather shoes. He walked rhythmically, as if he controlled the distance of each step just right.

This is Petain Road, and the place he is going to is the Yonghe Hotel. The Shanghai underground party organization has still moved its location, which is what it should be, because there cannot be any risk at all.

When they came to the back door, there were still two short, two long, and two short knocks on the door. After a while, the door was opened. Naturally, it was Liu Qiulan who opened the door. She asked in a low voice: "Have you been to Foch Road?"

Wang Yan nodded and said, "It seems like they're being targeted over there!"

"I can't help it. Fortunately, I left early and covered it up well. Come in quickly, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

This is a three-story building. When you enter the back door, you will find the kitchen and the owner's private living area. The place is very large. There are two floors in the middle of the building, which is a unique place.

In the study on the first floor facing the back street, Wang Yan saw Lu Boda sitting behind the desk. There was still the small dim lamp on the table that was not very bright. He was sitting there smoking, and the ashtray in front of him seemed to be always full of cigarette butts.

Seeing Wang Yan come in, he pointed to the single sofa hidden behind the lamp shadow opposite the desk: "I know you are used to sitting on it, so I brought it here specially for you when we moved."

Wang Yan smiled, walked over and sat down and said, "I went to Foch Road earlier, why was I targeted there?"

"For more than a month, the Japanese have been making fuss about Comrade Xiwen, and we have no choice but to go. We have taken too many actions, and it is inevitable that we will make mistakes. But they don't know that Foch Road is the seat of the municipal party committee, and they are just suspicious. But a few days before that, we moved here and resold it through normal procedures. Now we, the couple, are the owners of this hotel.”

"The Japanese are not suspicious?"

"I haven't used my real name, and I live in seclusion. I also dress up in disguise, so they can't find me. Okay, let's stop talking and talk about business."

Lu Boda waved his hand, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "You are aware of Comrade Xiwen's affairs. Although there are some losses, the situation is still under our control. We already know Comrade Xiwen's situation, and he is still After more than a month of recuperation in the sanatorium next to the Army Hospital, although he is not in good condition, he has already met the conditions for transfer, so we plan to carry out a rescue operation and need the help of you, an expert in operations. "

"I obey orders and obey orders."

"I have contacted Comrade Enlai, and he has approved your participation in the operation." Lu Boda said: "There have been demonstrations recently, and the Japanese special forces have been exhausted. But they are still determined to kill me, and they still want to make a fuss about Comrade Xiwen. According to reliable information, this time they are really planning to transfer Comrade Xiwen, because in the past time, they have exhausted their patience, and even if Comrade Xiwen speaks, it is of little value to them, so they are. It is impossible to set up a dragon gate formation and force us to use greater force to rescue.

So after research, we decided to implement the rescue plan tomorrow night. The peripheral guerrillas will cooperate to attack Baoshan and Putuo to attract their troops. Our comrades from the Shanghai Underground Party took the opportunity to attack the sanatorium. At the same time, some comrades would be responsible for cutting off the power in that area. In this way, the chance of success would be much greater. Your mission is to block the Japanese soldiers in the barracks near the sanatorium for twenty minutes and retreat when the time is up.

You held off the enemy's 500 reinforcements for half an hour with one shot and one shot. It was amazing. But this time there was a brigade in the barracks near the sanatorium, with more than a thousand troops stationed in the rear, so they were all combatants. Preliminary inquiries revealed that they have four infantry squadrons, a machine gun squadron, an artillery squad, twelve heavy machine guns, two 70mm 92 infantry cannons, and several other light machine guns and mortars, with very strong firepower.

So there are still fifty operators under your command. Their positional combat experience may not be as rich as that of the guerrillas, but they are all trained fighters and their quality is not bad. Weapons and ammunition are all ready, including six light machine guns, a mortar, and several grenades. Just hold off the enemy, there is no need to pursue results.

If the Special High School wants to mobilize the troops of this brigade, it must follow procedures, and the guerrillas are moving ahead, so it is impossible to dispatch the other side as soon as a gun is fired here. It takes at least seven or eight minutes from the occurrence of the situation, to the judgment of the purpose, to the decisive order, to the final order to the brigade to urgently assemble the army. So strictly speaking, you just need to get them through ten minutes. When the power goes out in a large area in Hongkou, it will be very convenient whether it is blocking or evacuating. "

The Shanghai underground party is really ruthless, but there is really nothing they can do. As Wang Manchun said, such an important person is so cruel that he would rather bite his tongue and commit suicide than betray the organization. If he is not saved, what will others think? How will you lead the next team? What's more, it's not like he really doesn't know where Song Xiwen is, so he needs to be saved no matter what.

The force used is indeed huge. From rescue to post-rescue transportation, there are definitely a lot of people involved in every aspect. Fifty people were sent to Wang Yan to stop the enemy, and there were also many people at the sanatorium to rescue him, because it was a close-quarters fight and not enough people were needed.

They even mobilized guerrillas, but the guerrillas were originally supposed to carry out the task of harassing enemy lines, so there was no problem in moving to this area to conduct raids. And to a certain extent, it can also be a frontline position for large forces, because there is still a strategy of anti-Japanese base areas. There will be large troops operating in southern Jiangsu and eastern Anhui, but they haven't come here yet.

Wang Yan crossed his legs, one hand on his leg and the other on the armrest, closed his eyes and tapped gently, he was recalling the construction outside the Japanese military camp.

This arrangement is indeed very reasonable, not to the point of anti-Japanese drama. Fifty prepared people blocked the unprepared one thousand people. The equipment is not bad, but they are suppressed. The personnel are dispersed and they shoot cold guns in an orderly manner. It is not a big problem to delay for ten minutes. It is not to let him die.

What he is considering is the safety of the fifty people. After all, he can do it by himself, but they can't.

After a while, he asked: "How do the fifty comrades evacuate? How long will it take?"

"They have met each other and can't continue to work in Shanghai. This time they will participate in the team escorting Comrade Xiwen to evacuate, and then return to the Soviet area to reassign work. So it's hard to say when to evacuate. The more time, the better. What do you mean? Want to cover them?"

Lu Boda frowned. He still didn't know what Wang Yan's identity was, but there were only a few people in Shanghai who could make a lot of money and get a large amount of supplies. He was so idle that he had some guesses. Such a person must not be so adventurous. If something happened, the impact would be immeasurable.

There was no Wang Yan in history. If there was, it would be different. His power could not be ignored. This is certain. So he is far more important than imagined.

"It's only three or two minutes. I can do it alone." Wang Yan nodded and continued to ask: "Action time?"

"Tomorrow night at ten o'clock, the guerrillas will act on time. At ten-fifteen, we will start the action. At ten-thirty-five, no matter whether it is successful or not, everyone will evacuate."

"Okay. I won't see those comrades. Tell them not to shoot without authorization. After hearing my gunshots, they see the enemy and consume all the ammunition as soon as they exchange fire. The mortars will immediately face the barracks after hearing the gunshots. There is no need to adjust the angle. The muzzle is slightly shifted horizontally and kept bombarding. Try to prepare as many shells as possible. No matter when the exchange of fire is, at ten-thirty, Retreat on time, and leave the rest to me. After the safe retreat, I will come to confirm the operation. "

Lu Boda was silent for a moment, and nodded heavily: "Okay, take care of yourself. You must pay attention to safety. We can't afford any more losses."

"I'll go first, I still have to make some preparations."

Wang Yan stood up and shook hands with Lu Boda. Feeling the weight of Lu Boda's handshake, he shook his head and patted Lu Boda's arm: "Smoke less. Wait for the good tea before the Qingming Festival to come down in two months. I will bring you some. I'm leaving."

He simply turned around and left, leaving Lu Boda standing there with a look of disappointment...

Is Song Xiwen worth investing so much effort to save? Not worth it! But it's even more worth it! Comrades who are determined to save are worthy of comrades' determination to save them. It is this spirit that has brought them all the way to today. They are all comrades.

After leaving Yonghe Hotel, Wang Yan walked all the way to get the car, and then drove out of the French Concession and came to the vicinity of the West Station. He secretly climbed into a warehouse, avoided the night watchman, scared the patrol dog, sneaked in, and found a basement. After looking at the various weapons piled inside for a while, he finally picked up a Type 26 Czech light machine gun and its matching components and several magazines, wrapped them in rags and carried them on his back, and got a box of nearly 1,500 7.92 bullets, left the warehouse, put everything in the car, and went straight to Hongkou...

The next day, Wang Yan still got up early to exercise, and Wang Manchun was still the same. After waking up, she got in the car that had been waiting outside and left.

When Wang Yan and Qi Si had breakfast together, the streets had already become lively. The parade that had been noisy all day yesterday began to gather again. They were buzzing and noisy, holding various banners, waiting for people to slowly gather.

This time, if Wang Yan wanted to go as fast as he did yesterday, it would not be as easy. Because now there are all kinds of people, in all kinds of places, walking out of their homes and converging on those streets, and there are traffic jams everywhere.

So when Wang Yan arrived at the Central Patrol House on Xue Lihua Road, the journey that used to take more than ten minutes actually took forty minutes.

People outside gathered on the streets, and of course, all the patrolmen in the police station went out. The situation was different at this time. There were basically no Chinese people in the police station. They were all working, and there were no people left in the police station. After all, such a large-scale parade, if the scene got out of control, it would be very fatal. Even if you accidentally hurt the foreigner, it would be even more troublesome, and you have to pay attention to everything.

When he arrived at the police station, Wang Yan did not stop, and nodded to the foreign devils who greeted him all the way with a smile. As the inspector general, his subordinates are no longer limited to Chinese people. Many foreign devils are mixed under him. The only one who was disobedient was the foreign detective. But he was unwilling to pay attention to it, because it was about dealing with foreigners, which had something to do with him, but not much.

Arriving at the director's office on the fourth floor, he knocked gently on the door, and only opened the door and walked in after there was a response from inside.

As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by the rare warm sunshine in Shanghai in winter. A bald, round-faced, thick-browed, big-eyed, and stubbled foreigner was sitting on a recliner in front of the window, shaking a red wine glass and basking in the sun. His name was von Judit, and he was Wang Yan's current superior, the director of the Central Police Station.

Foreigners get fat when they get older. Von Judit is already over 40 years old. He lives in Shanghai, where the emperor is far away. Naturally, he gets fatter. He is basically the same as Egger, otherwise he wouldn't be shaking the red wine glass early in the morning. But he is smarter than Egger, has a better background, and is a noble.

Egger is a few years older than Wang Yan, and he has also started to get fat. It's not just foreigners, Chinese people are like this too. It's a last resort for middle-aged people. Once they slack off and lack exercise, their figure will be out of shape. Unless they are engaged in physical labor, working from dawn to dusk, except for some gifted people, they can't get fat even if they want to. Most city people, without a hobby of sports and without a certain amount of energy, will be quite fat when they get older.

"Director."

"Wang, you're here. You're welcome. Pour your own wine."

After Wang Yan poured the wine and even added some more for him, Judith asked casually, "Wang, how long will this parade last?"

"Three days at most." Wang Yan took a sip of wine and smiled bitterly, "There's nothing we can do about it. Wang Zhaoming's incident has such a huge impact. Now all kinds of newspapers and radio stations are talking about it over and over again every day. All over China, people are marching because of this incident. Meetings to criticize Wang the traitor are held everywhere. It's impossible to control it. And there are people from the Kuomintang and the Red Party behind it who are fanning the flames. Fortunately, the situation of the demonstration is under control now. They are just shouting slogans on the street, and there is no looting. "

"Okay, that's good. You have been working hard recently. Don't let anything happen to you." Judit shook his head and smiled, "Wang, I have to say that the situation in your China is really confusing. When I heard that Wang had fled Chongqing, I didn't react at all. It's amazing. Oh, by the way, I heard that you went to Hongkou yesterday?"

"Yes, Iwai Eiichi, the deputy consul general of the Japanese consulate, came back from Hong Kong. As you know, I have always cooperated with the Japanese. He wants to see if I have been promoted to the position of supervisor. Chief Inspector, are you still so honest and cooperative? "

"This is the method used by the superior to control the subordinates. Wang, you have to be careful and don't really surrender to the Japanese." Listening to Wang Yan's assurance, he shook his head and smiled: "How is it, what did you gain from that Japanese monkey?"

"He told me that Wang Zhaoming's escape this time was his contribution, and Wang Zhaoming stayed in Hanoi for a while. After preliminary discussions, he would fly to Japan to meet with the Japanese emperor and cabinet ministers, and then land in Shanghai and establish a national government supported by the Japanese in Nanjing."

Judith hummed and took a sip. Jiu: "We analyzed it this way before, just like Puyi of Manchukuo. Men are indeed slaves of power."

"Some people control power, while others are manipulated by power. It depends on the person. For example, you control the Central Police Station from top to bottom. No one will deceive you. Here, you can do whatever you want. This is the performance of controlling power."

"Wang, I like your honesty, hahaha..."

In the laughter of the fat foreign devil pig, Wang Yan started his day's work, went out to find a place to drink tea, and got in touch with the foreign devil inspectors in other districts.

He has become the inspector general, how can he still work? At this position, he is more free, but he also has to think more.

After all, the higher his status, the different positions he has in different forces. He still has to get along with both sides, so he naturally has to spend more energy. It is impossible to keep a low profile, and it is also impossible to rely on three things. This measure in the middle is very difficult to grasp. If you make a mistake, you will be doomed.

Of course, "endless" is an adjective, and it's not a big problem for him. If it really comes to that, as long as his identity is not exposed, he can just surrender to the Japanese. After all, his current situation is more forced by the Japanese. Now that Wang Zhaoming has betrayed his country and the Wang Puppet Regime is about to be established, he can get along well there.

At the end of a lively day, the parade crowds, like going to work, dispersed voluntarily at dinner time. After a lavish dinner, Wang Yan also returned to Wang Mansion early. Tonight is another night alone, and it's time to keep healthy.

It's very damp and cold in winter, and the boiler in Wang Mansion is very hot, which makes people want to lie down in bed early. Uncle Wu and Aunt Liang went to bed early, and Qi Si also practiced boxing and rested after cleaning up. Practicing is practicing and also resting. He is young, so he still needs more rest.

At around nine o'clock, when everyone went to bed, Wang Yan changed his appearance in the house, put on his equipment, put on his windbreaker, and went out of the Wang Mansion. He went to the place where he parked yesterday, got in the car, and headed straight to Hongkou.

To enter and exit the Japanese-occupied area, he still relied on the certificates of the eight special high-level operation personnel who were killed when sanctioning Xia Changguo. It was still the same situation. Although their files had been cancelled long ago, the certificates were real certificates, and the guards were Japanese military police from two systems. Unless he was caught in the act, this certificate would be useful for a long time.

About 70 or 80 meters away from the military camp not far from the sanatorium, there was a four-, five-, or six-story apartment building, facing the military camp. Wang Yan parked the car and quietly climbed to the roof of the apartment building. He lifted the rags pressed on the roof, which were the Czech light machine guns and bullets he had brought yesterday, as well as some grenades and so on.

He fiddled with the machine gun, waved his hand, collected a lot of bullets and several magazines into the space, and prepared for intelligent reloading. Then he took out the sniper-style water chain ball with a scope from the space, and lay on the roof to find a comfortable shooting posture.

At this moment, a roar of explosion came from the west, followed by dense gunfire, and the time was already ten o'clock.

Wang Yan looked at the military camp through the scope...

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