Chapter 669 How Dare People Like You and Me Cherish Our Lives?

The fact is not what Lu Boda said. It is necessary to wait for the command from the upper headquarters. A battalion of Japanese soldiers stationed here began to gather in the dark and shout and curse urgently as soon as they heard the explosion.

Through the scope, with the little moonlight at night, Wang Yan saw that in each barracks, the little Japanese were running out quickly. Some were carrying machine guns, some were dragging cannons, some were carrying mortars, and some were carrying ammunition to load cars. Trucks and motorcycles parked not far away also started. The whole process took about ten minutes. More than a thousand Japanese soldiers were already neatly equipped and lined up in the parade ground, guarding next to trucks and motorcycles. There was a lieutenant colonel standing with a major, listening to the reports of other lieutenants.

Gathering in about ten minutes, with ammunition ready, ready to go to war at any time, it can be seen that the military quality of the Japanese army is still very good. But again, there are only so many people. Fight for another two years, when the little Japanese opened up the Pacific battlefield, the quality of the army began to decline.

The power outage will not affect the army, because they already have military radios and walkie-talkies. This is a brigade of the Japanese army, and they have everything they should have. So they must have been in contact with their superiors, waiting for orders.

In the distance, there were occasional shouts from the Japanese army, and even farther away, there were dense gunfire sounds, and below, there were dissatisfied curses coming from the apartment. Wang Yan lay on the roof steadily, constantly scanning the situation in the barracks through the scope.

He did not aim at anyone, let alone kill. Because no matter how strong the person's spiritual perception is, being targeted for a long time, with murderous intent, there is always some feeling. Although he can't do it like him, someone can spot it from a distance, but they will also sense the danger. So he didn't lock the target, just looked back and forth at the situation, silently arranging the shooting order for a while...

In the darkness not far away, there were many figures hiding. They blocked the gate of the barracks in various directions, secretly watching the situation in the barracks.

"Will it work?" In the corner of the apartment building, a man stroked the cold shells and looked at the comrades around him who were constantly fine-tuning the mortar.

"It must work. I studied at the Northwest Anti-Japanese University in 1936. Although I am not familiar with it, I have no problem firing a mortar." The man smiled, without the tension of the battle, and there was pride in his tone: "It's just right that they gathered first. We have fifteen shells. If we hit them in the crowd, at least 100 people will be killed. If we are lucky and hit their ammunition, it will be even more lively. You see. I tell you, you must be steady when delivering ammunition, don't kill the little devils. We brothers have explained it first. It doesn't matter if we explain it, but if we don't complete the organization's task, it will be bad."

"Don't worry, I can't fire the artillery, but I can't work?" The man was a little annoyed, feeling underestimated, and he turned to say with some doubt: " Now the Japanese have gathered ahead of time, which doesn't match the original time. What should we do? Although it was Pei Min, this time the enemy has more than a thousand people, with assault guns and cannons. Can it work? "

"He should have come a long time ago. If it doesn't work, wouldn't he have come to us a long time ago? Since he didn't say it, then we will execute it according to the original plan. Why are you so worried?"

"Isn't it because I am worried about his safety? That's Pei Min. Who doesn't admire him when doing operations? He is better than fifty of us tied together. If something unexpected happens, how big a loss will it be? "

The man who had attended the Anti-Japanese University was about to say a few words, but suddenly, there was another burst of dense gunfire. This time the gunfire was louder and clearer, which meant that the distance was closer.

He looked at his wrist and the time was already 10:18. He said seriously: "Okay, don't talk too much, get ready."

Not only here, but also people who were chatting in other places stopped talking, holding the already warm guns in their hands, and staring at the gate of the military camp.

Time passed by minute by minute. Three minutes later, the Japanese troops in the barracks began to move. They received orders from their superiors to set out to support the sanatorium nearby.

Wang Yan glanced at the time, then found the lieutenant colonel. Without saying a word, he pulled the trigger and a crisp gunshot rang out.

The primer of the bullet hit, bursting out powerful energy, pushing the bullet, rotating along the rifling of the barrel and rushing out of the muzzle. Mosin-Nagant rifle, range of one kilometer, initial velocity of 800, 80 meters away, in the blink of an eye.

The reverberation of the gunshot did not spread. The lieutenant colonel, who had a promising future and was leaning on his officer's sword to watch his soldiers get on the car and set off, suddenly tilted his head. As a ball of red and white blood mist bloomed, the bullet pierced the hard skull and was finally blocked by the earth, leaving a shallow crater.

The sudden change made the Japanese soldiers in the barracks unable to react. When they reacted, gunshots rang out again, and the panicked major also fell down.

After two shots, the Japanese soldiers in the barracks reacted completely, and they looked for cover in a hurry. They loaded their bullets and fired intensively at Wang Yan, forcing Wang Yan to raise his head.

At this moment, a mortar shell fell from the sky and exploded in the crowd. This was the beginning. After only three or five breaths, another shell fell. One of them happened to fall on the truck transporting ammunition. The ammunition and bombs suddenly exploded into flames and shrapnel flew everywhere.

Except for the mortars that were constantly bombarding, the others who were ambushing outside did not make any movement. They were not brainless. There were only two hidden guards standing guard at the door. If the main force did not come out, they did not need to shoot.

Under the bombardment, the Japanese army hurriedly dodged and naturally had no time to suppress fire. Wang Yan put down the sniper rifle, rolled to the Czech light machine gun next to him, and fired at the barracks at high speed.

Although the Czech light machine gun was not as fast as the Mosin-Nagant, it used a higher model of bullets with a larger caliber, and unlike the rifle, it did not need to fire a bolt and load a chamber, but could fire continuously, which was more penetrating and had stronger firepower.

In many anti-Japanese dramas, the machine gunners who held the machine gun and shouted "Ah Ah Ah" and charged used this light machine gun. But unfortunately, although Wang Yan could tear the devils apart with his hands, better than the double eagle, this was not a drama after all, and it was not so shocking. The magazine capacity of this Czech light machine gun is only 20 rounds, so it cannot be fired continuously like in the TV series. Moreover, if the barrel is overheated, it will destroy stability and affect power. Unless it is fired intermittently to give them time to react, it will have to be replaced continuously.

Fortunately, this is not a problem for Wang Yan. He has space to quickly refill the magazine with bullets, and changing the barrel is just a matter of the machine gun flashing in his hand, and changing it quickly in space. One person can fire the firepower of a group of people, which is why he dares to come and stop a thousand people, and also buy time for other comrades to evacuate.

He has good marksmanship, and even if he controls the machine gun, he can guarantee a super high hit rate. He also has the advantage of being high above. He is alone on the top, firing quickly, and for a while, he suppressed the Japanese army so much that they could not raise their heads.

Of course, there are more than a thousand people below, and he only has a light machine gun with 20 rounds of bullets. Besides, he has to disassemble the magazine and reload the bolt, so he is suppressed, but it does not delay their counterattack. The bullets also whizzed over, hitting the wall and making small stones fly.

After two or three minutes, the command was re-established and the Japanese began to advance outward. Some of them went from the door, and some climbed over the wall to the side. Although the exchange of fire just now was fierce, the casualties to the Japanese were actually very limited. Including the mortar bombardment and the casualties caused by Wang Yan's high-intensity and high-precision point shooting, it is estimated that the Japanese casualties were only about 200 people. Among them, there should be 50, 60, 70 or 80 people who have not lost their combat effectiveness, just picking up the advantage of the sneak attack.

When the Japanese army broke out of the barracks and began to surround them in an attack formation, the comrades who were ambushed nearby launched an attack. They followed Wang Yan's prior agreement and poured out all their firepower in a short period of time and attacked intensively. The Japanese army, which was somewhat prepared but not fully prepared, was beaten back.

With this, the two sides gathered near the barracks and launched a shooting match that lasted more than three minutes. In general, our side had the upper hand. After all, it was unexpected, and Wang Yan's light machine gun was firing intensively from a high position, which was very advantageous.

Our comrades fought and retreated. At 30 minutes, with a roar, they ran towards Wang Yan tacitly. Because they had to retreat and cover, running around with cleverness would only kill faster.

Wang Yan was also very useful. Except for a short period of changing magazines and pulling bolts, the Czech light machine gun never stopped firing, suppressing the Japanese who wanted to chase and could only shrink back.

But he was only one person, and could only deal with one direction at the same time. Even if the Japanese army had reduced its personnel, there were only eight or nine hundred people who could act. They rushed out more and more, and even he was powerless.

At this time, a large number of grenades he had on hand came into play. He pulled the ring quickly with both hands and threw it in all directions. It was like rain, and there were explosions of grenades everywhere. They were all MK2 grenades produced in the United States, commonly known as pineapple grenades. The effective killing radius was fifteen meters, and the shrapnel could kill up to forty-five meters.

It was different at this time, because the Japanese army was scattered and surrounded from all directions, but the place was so small that it was inevitable that they would gather again. There were many grenades thrown, thrown quickly, and with great power. This was the time when the Japanese army was killed the most since the war began.

He even looked at the time leisurely. It was 10:32, and there were still three minutes.

After throwing all the grenades in his hand, he collected the bullets of the sniper rifle and the Czech light machine gun, carried the still hot light machine gun, went to the side of the building and shot the Japanese who were flanking behind him, and quickly went downstairs. With the cover of various buildings, relying on super high military literacy, strong mobility, and coquettish positioning, he fought and retreated, suppressing the chasing enemies with firepower.

Although he was beaten very embarrassed, the top hat on Wang Yan's head still did not fall off, and he perfectly unlocked the achievement of fighting thousands of troops alone.

This was also bragging. After all, there were so many Japanese soldiers, and each person had a gun, and the bullets were like rain, so he didn't dare to show his head at all. This place was not like the previous prison break. There were low-rise houses and a large distance between the buildings, which made it inconvenient for him to change positions frequently. So he just fired his gun suddenly, fired 20 bullets and ran away.

It was because he was a good shooter and moved quickly, otherwise he would have been shot.

This dragged on for a while, and at 10:40, he had used up more than a thousand bullets he brought, threw his gun away, and ran away. At this time, his speed was much faster, and he got rid of the pursuing Japanese army by taking many turns, got on the car and left.

This is the reason why he uses a light machine gun. It is light and easy to throw. It's not that he doesn't have a heavy machine gun, but that guy's trouble is too big and he's unlucky. Moreover, if he runs away with a heavy machine gun, he will still be slow to move. It's not the weight, it's the volume that affects his performance. Another point is that heavy machine guns are too expensive. The cost of building a U.S. military factory in Europe is more than a thousand dollars. Foreign devils secretly transport it here and use unofficial and illegal transactions to pay for it several times, maybe tens of thousands of dollars. Light machine guns are different. They cost only a few hundred dollars in Europe and the United States, but they only cost more than a thousand dollars here.

The most important point is that heavy machine guns are difficult to deal with. They come from a number of sources and will be targeted. Otherwise, he put two heavy machine guns on the roof and made a sneak attack while the Japanese troops were gathering earlier. With the powerful power of the heavy machine guns that could penetrate the wall and the convenience of chain-fed ammunition, the Japanese troops of this brigade immediately It would kill half of them suddenly, but that's just thinking about it...

The road back was not smooth, because the Japanese had begun to block various routes and carried out another large-scale investigation and arrest. Fortunately, the eight dead ghost certificates from before were enough. He took another detour and headed out of the city instead of toward the concession, avoiding the large group of Japanese.

After leaving the city, he went to a desolate and dilapidated safe house located on a mountainside outside the city, far away from the village. He took out a new set of clothes from the secret basement, fetched cold well water and soap, and washed away the smell of gunpowder smoke from his body.

He looked at his body carefully, looking for any injuries. The bullets were whizzing, and he was not a superman. A few scratches were normal. It was another fierce battle, and his body was so strong that he couldn't even feel minor injuries.

The result was good. Only two blood marks were scratched on the outside of the thigh and the side of the waist, which would heal within a few weeks. As long as you don't sleep with a woman during this period, you won't be exposed and it won't be a big problem.

I took a shower, put on makeup, changed the license plate on the car, scrubbed it inside and out, then put on the top hat again and drove towards the French Concession.

Now that we are outside the city, it will be much smoother to return to the city. I showed my ID, said a few words and went back to report the situation, and returned to the French Concession smoothly.

After finding a place to park the car, he went to Petain Road invisibly and knocked on the back door of the Yonghe Hotel. By this time, it was already past three o'clock.

Liu Qiulan opened the door and saw Wang Yan standing outside the door, and let out a long breath: "Hurry in, I'm waiting for your news."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, went to the study, and sat on the single sofa hidden behind the light.

Lu Boda breathed a sigh of relief and asked with concern: "How are you, are you not injured?"

"Two bullets, minor injuries. How are Comrade Xiwen and other comrades involved in the rescue operation?"

"The operation was successful. It only took less than ten minutes for the sanatorium to retreat. You also blocked the largest reinforcement nearby and bought other comrades a long time to evacuate. If nothing else, now they We have rejoined the comrades of the retreating guerrillas. Comrade Pei Min, from Comrade Xiwen's capture to his rescue today, it is all due to you. Otherwise, not only would we have sacrificed an outstanding comrade, but we would also have lost a lot of money. You know how much you have to pay..."

Although he hasn't had a good rest recently, and he hasn't slept well today, Lu Boda is still very energetic. He can't hide the smile on his face when he speaks, but he can't help but shake his head and sigh.

Song Xiwen's matter almost tortured him crazy. After all, in the past month or so, the Japanese have always made fuss about Song Xiwen. He was very tired of dealing with it, but now he is finally relieved.

"What can I accomplish by myself? This is all the result of the unity and joint efforts of comrades. I don't dare to take credit." Wang Yan shook his head and said: "Are the fifty comrades who acted with me still there? "

"I haven't received the news yet. In a war, sacrifices are inevitable." Lu Boda sighed and became depressed. The price for rescuing Song Xiwen was really too high. He said: "You have tried your best, don't worry. This person has a place to go. Today's country is in crisis, how dare you and me spare our lives? Today it is someone else, tomorrow it will be you and me. Sooner or later." "

This is self-comfort, and it is also comforting Wang Yan. Yes, while we are doing revolutionary things, who knows what will happen tomorrow?

Wang Yan knows.

He smiled: "Okay, let me confirm the results of the operation with you, and let you see that I am still alive and kicking. Let's all feel at ease. It's time for me to go back and rest. The next emergency contact will be with my second uncle Xunhua You must win and be lucky. But when you issue a missing person announcement, you must be careful and keep an eye on it early in the day."

"Don't worry, we all called and the bank remitted the payment to their account. They were all in random places and random banks. They will never catch them in their lifetime." Lu Boda laughed and shook hands with Wang Yan, patting him. His arm: "Be safe on the road and take care."

Wang Yan nodded, turned around and left the Yonghe Hotel, going around and around, and finally returned to the Prince's Mansion...

The next morning, Wang Yan had practiced boxing, and Qi Si came over with a pile of newspapers: "Brother Yan, did you hear gunfire last night?"

"How could you not hear it? I'm not deaf. Such a loud explosion made people upset. I had nightmares for the rest of the night. I haven't had nightmares for a long time. There must be something saying. After breakfast, let's go to Master Zhao. Look there." Wang Yan picked up a towel and wiped his face and asked, "Who did this? The military commander or the underground party?"

"That must be the Red Party. How could the military commander have such courage? Over the years, I have seen clearly that the military commander is capable of making trouble with the Red Party. I can't point to the others."

Qi Si waved the newspaper in his hand and said: "It is said that the Japanese arrested some important figures of the Red Party. Taking advantage of the demonstrations everywhere in the past few days, the Japanese were vigilant during the day and relaxed at night. They directly took action and took action in the original Japanese concession. We started over there near the Army Hospital. By the way, Pei Min showed up again this time. He said he was bringing dozens of people to block a Japanese brigade, and he immediately killed a lieutenant colonel and a major sergeant, and then killed them again during the exchange of fire. He killed several lieutenants, and finally he covered the retreat of others and fought with hundreds of people for more than ten minutes. The newspaper said that the Japanese army suffered more than 300 casualties. It was really powerful..."

"These reporters are still very capable. Yesterday's battle can be reported in detail today. This is what they are capable of."

Wang Yan took the declaration at the beginning and walked back slowly while reading it.

The number of casualties against the Japanese troops this time was more than 300, but not many died. They were probably all injured. Mainly, there was a wave of mortar bombardment at the beginning, then when the Japanese army reacted and rushed out of the barracks, they were unexpectedly beaten by fifty other comrades, and finally when they rounded up Wang Yan, he was blown up by grenades in the sky.

As for Wang Yan's own damage, there were actually not many. After all, the bullets were like rain. It was good that he was alive. It was not easy to find the opportunity to shoot. It all depended on his good marksmanship. If he kills the lieutenant, then he is really unlucky. After all, if he shoots, he will shoot wherever he shouts. Usually such people are officers...

However, the news did not hesitate to praise Pei Min. He used to be the God of Killing, but now after two actions, his exaggerated achievements were exposed, and he has become the God of War. It is also to blame that the original red team section chief was arrested and rebelled, and his code name and record were exposed, otherwise the outside world would not know his code name until now.

After going back to wash up and go out for breakfast, I did not continue to follow the parade, but actually went to find Master Zhao.

Shanghai is such a big and prosperous metropolis, where all three religions and nine streams converge, and there are people from all walks of life, including rivers and lakes, and martial arts. The name of Master Zhao is Zhao Zi. He can read fortune-telling, understand Feng Shui, and is proficient in health preservation. He is a serious Taoist practitioner. He is a famous master in Shanghai. Many celebrities in Shanghai have sought him out.

Wang Yan has gone to look for it before to calculate good or bad luck and predict the future. This time, it was for Master Zhao to interpret his dream and the nightmare he had last night. Please cultivate your moral character, eat light food, abstain from sex for half a month, burn incense and rest every day.

This move, of course, was to cover up the gunshot wound he suffered.

Otherwise, whether he was seen by Wang Manchun, discovered by Yu Manli, or even told by other girls, wouldn't he be in trouble...

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