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"You look more and more like an old spy now! You don't even blink when you kill people!" Han Qi got out of the car and joked while helping Zhang Xian clean the blood on his face.
Zhang Xian took off his bloody windbreaker and wiped the blood on his body by the water. He could only throw this brand-new windbreaker into the grass. He felt a little regretful. "What should we do next?" he asked Han Qi.
"Your mission has been completed beautifully. You can go back first." Han Qi told him.
"What about you? Why don't we go together?"
"I have taken on a new mission!" Han Qi told him honestly: "I can't leave until this mission is completed."
"What kind of mission is it? Is it assigned by Chongqing?" Zhang Xian couldn't help but ask.
Han Qi shook his head, glanced at him, and said, "It's not something you should ask, you can't ask."
Zhang Xian smiled: "Yes, you have told me many times, but I always forget. I am too curious."
Han Qi also laughed, but still told him: "Now that you are friends of life and death, it doesn't matter if I tell you. This task was not assigned by Chongqing, I found it myself."
"Oh?" Zhang Xian was a little confused.
"I received intelligence that the Japanese's Eleventh Army stationed in Wuhan is mobilizing on a large scale again. Needless to say, they are definitely going to fight another big war. I want to get this military intelligence to see where the Japanese's target is this time. , let the national army prepare in advance, so as not to be caught off guard by the Japanese like last time and take away the river bank positions in the Jianghan Plain and Dongting Lake area."
"Is it easy to get this information?" Zhang Xian asked worriedly: "But you have already reported it!"
"I already have an idea and it's in progress. I don't want to give up halfway!" Han Qi told him.
"Why do you need to take this risk?" Zhang Xian was still worried.
Han Qi patted his shoulder and said meaningfully: "Xiao Zhang, those who work in our industry must be prepared to sacrifice anytime and anywhere, and sometimes no one may know when they die. But I am still willing I do this because I know that I am fighting for my country. Our goal is noble, and even if we die, we will die well. So, I am not afraid, but very proud!"
Listening to his words, Zhang Xian felt an inexplicable admiration in his heart.
"You must be careful!" He still warned him.
Han Qi nodded, and smiled heartily: "You have saved my life twice, don't worry, I know how to repay a favor, and I will not let myself die before I repay my kindness!"
Zhang Xianming knew that he was comforting himself. Although he was still worried, he also put on a smile on his face.
They got back in the car and drove into Hanyang in the dusk. Han Qi placed Zhang Xian at the door of Liu Zhijie's mansion, said goodbye, then drove away and disappeared at the end of the long street.
Zhang Xian suddenly felt a sense of loss. His mission was over, but Han Qi's mission was still in progress. He just left like this? Do we really have to leave like this?
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It seemed that he had no choice but to go on the road alone. Zhang Xian suddenly remembered Ma Wenlong and his younger brother Zhang Yilai. Didn¡¯t Ma Wenlong invite him to go with him? At that time, he was worried that Han Qi would misunderstand. Now that Han Qi is not leaving, he just happened to go find him. The time at this time belongs to him. He can go to Liu Ji to have a look. Even if he returns two days late, it is normal. Thinking of this, he made up his mind.
The next day, Zhang Xian said goodbye to Liu Zhijie and walked out of Liu Mansion. At this time, he was relaxed and had already changed into a black windbreaker. His sniper rifle was hung in the windbreaker. In order to prevent the rifle head from falling off and being seen by others, he specially found someone to look after him. The inside of this suit was processed, and a bag was made inside the suit to hold the gun.
When we arrived in Hankou, we found Ma Wenlong¡¯s residence. The person who opened the door was Feng Yulan. When they saw him, everyone was a little surprised. Zhang Xian explained his purpose, and Ma Wenlong laughed and told him: "We were talking about you just now!"
"What are you talking about me?" Zhang Xian asked.
Feng Yulan smiled and said: "We were still discussing just now. My organization wants me to stay in Wuhan, and I am worried that no one will send him back! Just come."
Ma Wenlong said, "What do you think I am? I'm not a child. Do you want you to send me off? I can't leave by myself?"
Feng Yulan said seriously: "You are not the same now. Your body has just been demobilized and your physical strength is not yet strong."?Enter the village after a house. Ma Wenlong and Zhang Yi must have been to this village. Zhang Xian followed them, turning left and right, and soon arrived at the center of the village. He hid in a corner and looked towards the place. The three of them couldn't help but cover their mouths. He closed his eyes, his face twitched, and tears of grief and anger rushed down. If the Japanese hadn't been right in front of them, they would have burst into tears.
The place was filled with dead bodies, including old people, children, and pregnant women with big bellies, like a small mountain. Blood was like water, filling the depression on the edge. The Japanese were dragging corpses from all over the place and bringing in large bundles of firewood. They were preparing to set fire to the corpses and destroy the evidence. Obviously, this village has been massacred by the Japanese.
In the yard next to them, several women's cries came. The three of them held back their tears and lay on the earth wall and looked in, but another wave of anger filled their hearts. In this courtyard, the Japs stripped more than a dozen young women from the village, leaving their naked clothes on to vent their primitive animal desires. One girl resisted desperately, and the Japs who were in the mood got angry and fucked the girls next to them. Gun, one shot hit her in the head, and another Japs dragged the body out again.
The three of them had red eyes and walked around to the back of the room. Ma Wenlong became excited and roared in a low voice: "These bastard Japanese devils! No, I must destroy them."
¡°Let¡¯s rush over and beat them all to death!¡± Zhang Yi also said angrily.
Zhang Xian shook his head and said calmly: "No, we don't know how many Japs there are in this village. To rush out like this is to die!"
"Brother, why are you so afraid of death!" Zhang Yi was very dissatisfied.
Zhang Xian's words obviously had an effect on Ma Wenlong. He nodded, calmed down, thought for a while, and said: "You are right, we must find out the situation. There are still a few women alive in this village, we must Get them out as soon as possible."
The three people were discussing how to save people, but when they heard someone approaching the wall humming a Chu opera, the three people immediately became alert. The person who could hum the Chu opera would certainly not be a Japanese, but must be a Chinese. The Chinese who swagger among the Japanese can only be translators. The translator didn't notice anyone behind the wall, so he came to the wall and took off his pants to relieve himself. Ma Wenlong and Zhang Xian looked at each other, sneaked up, and took advantage of the moment when the translator lowered his head to lift his pants. One covered his mouth, lifted his head, and the other lifted his legs, and dragged him to the room. Then, he fell to the ground.
"Hero, spare your life! Hero, spare your life!" When he saw three plainclothes Chinese, the translator quickly begged for mercy in a low voice.
Ma Wenlong and Zhang Xian looked at each other, and Ma Wenlong warned him: "When we ask you questions, you have to be honest, otherwise, I will destroy you first."
"I know! I know!" The translator was very cooperative and cried at the same time: "Hero! I don't want to either. They have killed so many people. I'm scared, I'm scared!" As he spoke, he trembled. A ball.
It seems that this translator is not without conscience, and still has some self-blame.
"Okay, let me ask you, how many Japanese have entered this village?" Zhang Xian asked first.
"This is a squadron, three squads, with a total of one hundred and eighty-five people!" the translator told them.
"How did they get here?"
"The guerrillas robbed the ammunition depot, and the imperial army came to sweep them away because they were angry. The chief of this village did not cooperate with the imperial army and even gathered a crowd to resist, so the major ordered the entire village to be killed."
"Where is their next target?"
"Songjiawan!"
Ma Wenlong and Zhang Xian looked at each other and nodded. Ma Wenlong warned him: "If you are Chinese, don't follow the devils and commit evil again. There is no other way. I have to tie you up first, so you have to feel wronged first!" Signaling Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi took out his belt, tied him up hand and foot like a dumpling, blocked his mouth with a cloth, and stuffed him into a pile of straw. The translator was quite honest and didn't dare to move much. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com