My years of espionage

Chapter 943 Heroes and Martyrs! (seeking a monthly ticket)
This is a young man in his early twenties.

He seemed to be frightened by this sudden and brutal scene.

A trace of pity flashed in Cheng Qianfan's eyes, he didn't know who this person was, a Chinese clerk in the store?Secret agents and traitors?Ordinary Japanese?Or a Japanese agent?
I hope it is not an innocent compatriot!

Thinking of this, the movements of his hands didn't stop at all!
The left hand covered the opponent's mouth, and the dagger held tightly in the right hand stabbed toward the neck.

puff!
puff!
puff!
Hold the person back gently.

The young man whose neck was stabbed like a blood gourd dwarfed the wall.

When Cheng Qianfan finished all this, Haozai had quickly closed the store door and bolted it. He replaced the rifle belt with a crossbar, and rushed to the second floor with a Mauser in his hand.

……

Cheng Qianfan pulled the dagger from the corpse, and wiped the blood on the corpse's clothes.

Putting the dagger in his waist, and also carrying a regular rifle slung across his shoulders, Cheng Qianfan pulled out the Mauser pistol on his waist, turned off the safety, first checked the first floor to make sure that there was no one else on the first floor, and then went vigilantly to the second floor. and go.

boom!
A shot went off.

Then there were three more gunshots, and there was an abrupt end to the screams.

"Wedding cake." Cheng Qianfan called out in a low voice.

"Eighty thousand." It was Hao Zai's voice.

This is the secret signal agreed upon by the two long ago, so that Fang can explain that Haozai is fine and has controlled the situation.

This simple and straightforward password can often play a key role in this kind of encounter.

Cheng Qianfan rushed up to the second floor, and saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes leaning against the wall. The man's abdomen was covered with blood, and there was a revolver on the ground to his right.

Cheng Qianfan bent down and picked up the revolver, and looked at it carefully. Suddenly, with a gloomy expression, he took a deep look at the corpse on the ground.

This is a Type [-] revolver.

This short gun is the first domestic standard pistol equipped by the Japanese Army in 1893. It was developed and manufactured in Meiji 26, so it is called the Type [-] revolver.

The original design of the [-]-type revolver was developed as a special pistol for cavalry. There is a ring on the grip that can be tied with a tether to grab the key, which can prevent the pistol from falling.

However, because the pistol is relatively durable and low-failure, its later use is not limited to cavalry.

……

"How about this gun?" Haozai asked the team leader. He rushed up to the second floor just now, and the middle-aged man shot at him. His prediction saved his life, and Haozai fired three shots without hesitation and killed the opponent.

"The standard weapons of the Japanese Army are not lethal." Cheng Qianfan sneered.

The bullets of this gun are weak.

In the "February 26" mutiny in Japan that shocked China and the world, the weapon that attacked Emperor Suzuki Kantaro, the military attache of the emperor, was such a [-]-year-old revolver.

Suzuki Kantaro was shot three times by the rebels, one shot missed, one shot hit the lower abdomen, and the other shot missed the heart. Although the injury was serious, he was rescued later.

"Is this man Japanese?" Haozai was very surprised, and at the same time he felt a lot more comfortable. He could shoot and kill the opponent without hesitation, although the opponent's gun itself showed that he was not an ordinary person, and he didn't have too much psychological burden. However, it would be better if the Japanese died.

"Eight or nine is not far from ten." Cheng Qianfan nodded.

Traitor spies are rarely equipped with a Type [-] revolver, only the Japanese use it, and even among the Japanese, there are actually not many Type [-] revolvers, even among the Japanese, they like this gun Some people like it very much, and there are many people who don't like it.

"The sound of the gunshots has faded away." Hao Zai said after listening to the movement outside.

"Get to work." Cheng Qianfan untied the slanted middle rifle, put it on the ground, and said to Haozai.

As he spoke, he glanced at the cabinet next to the wall, making a gesture to put the Mauser in his waist.

At this moment, Cheng Qianfan rolled on the ground to the left.

……

brush!
A cold light flashed across, and Cheng Qianfan's back was swept by the blade, and it was immediately drenched with blood.

"Team leader!" Hao Zai exclaimed.

When Haozai touched his waist and was about to draw his gun to shoot, he saw that the team leader didn't seem to be affected by the back injury at all:
Push your right foot forward!

The whole body springs up like a spring!
The team leader just jumped at the sneak attacker who had just swung the samurai sword to complete the sneak attack.

At some point, the dagger was already tightly held in his hand.

The dagger reflected a cold light, which turned blood red when it stabbed hard into the person's abdomen.

Cheng Qianfan ran directly into the arms of the attacker, and stabbed him three times in a row.

His right shoulder hit, and when the samurai sword fell to the ground, Cheng Qianfan took half a step back, and immediately grabbed the attacker's hair, then he pulled out the dagger from the attacker's abdomen, and slit the attacker's throat.

Like a faucet turned on, blood sprayed out.

Cheng Qianfan pushed the corpse, took a piece of clothing from the closet and wiped his bloody face, then found a white shirt and tore it open, "Bandage me up."

"It's because the subordinates didn't clean it well..." Haozai said with shame on his face, he was careless and didn't check the closet, which caused Brother Fan to be injured.

"What are you talking about?" Cheng Qianfan scolded, "There's no time."

After receiving the white cloth strip, Haozai glanced at Brother Fan's back. A piece of flesh had been sliced ​​by a sharp samurai sword, and the blood-red flesh was flipped open. Without the slightest hesitation, he directly helped Brother Fan to bandage it.

Cheng Qianfan grunted, moved his shoulders and back, the wound was stretched, he grinned, it's okay, as long as he bears the pain, it won't affect the battle.

"Work!"

The two moved furniture such as cabinets and chairs to the door to ensure that even if there was an enemy sneak attack, they could not break in quickly.

Afterwards, the two of them lay on the edge of the two window sills, and the two long muzzles protruded out along the open window.

This room was chosen because it had the best shooting angle.

……

Kaka.

"Team leader, I'm out of bullets." Ping Luchang glanced at the Mauser in his hand, turned his head and said to Lu Xingge.

"How many animals have been slaughtered?" Luxingo asked.

"Injured two..." Ping Luchang had an ugly expression and his tone was low. He didn't kill any of them, and he felt that it was not enough.

"Hahaha." Lu Xingge smiled heartily, "I killed three and gave you one."

Killed three, enough for myself, and the team leader pulled one more back.

There is no loss in this transaction.

There was a smile on Ping Luchang's face, his happiness was as simple as that.

Luxingo raised his pistol and fired a shot.

An agent who was about to sneak in from the corridor on the right fell to the ground.

"Achang, now we both have backs." Lu Xingge laughed heartily.

"Team leader, let me know." Ping Luchang shouted loudly.

……

Kaka.

Luxingo's Mauser was out of bullets.

"They're out of bullets." Excited ghost howls came from outside.

Luxingo took a bullet from his pocket and inserted it into the magazine.

Snapped.

There was a gunshot, and an agent who was screaming and about to rush in was shot in the shoulder and fell to the ground. The others were terrified and retreated back.

"Fucked." Someone yelled.

Lu Xingge looked at the short gun with no bullets in his hand, and sighed, he was just regretful that he didn't kill more traitors.

Taking out a grenade from the fallen cabinet at his feet, Luxingo unscrewed the back cover and wrapped the lead wire between his fingers.

He looked at Ping Luchang, "Achang, we are about to hit the road."

Achang didn't say a word, and knocked his head three times in the northwest direction, "My mother, I'm leaving."

Ping Luchang is from Pengcheng, which is in the northwest of Shanghai.

As he spoke, he leaned over and sat shoulder to shoulder with Lu Xingge.

"Team leader." Ping Luchang said.

"What?" Lu Xingge turned to look at Pao Ze.

"Can we defeat the devil?"

"Yes." Lu Xingge said firmly.

"A Yuan said that Ah Hu was beaten to death by a devil, and he was a martyr. Am I a martyr?"

"Forget it!" Lu Xingge laughed loudly, "Expel the Japanese slaves, shroud the body in horse leather, save the head and exchange it for Kyushu, Achang, you and I are both martyrs, hahaha!"

"Then I'm the same as Ahu, it's worth it." Ping Luchang grinned, he couldn't understand those words, he could understand 'forget', and rubbed his belly as he said, he was hungry again, he had some regrets, except for Apart from his old lady's concern, he felt that it was his biggest regret that he couldn't be a full-bodied ghost.

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