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Chapter 1007 Infinite View (2)

"Mr. Xuancheng, please take a look at your men. He will soon die due to excessive bleeding. I know that he has followed you for many years. Do you just watch him die like this?"

Masao Yajima yelled in blunt Republic of China dialect, with the gun in his hand on the captive's head, with a sinister expression, trying to blackmail Xuancheng and others with the captive's life.

"We have surrounded Wuliangguan, you can no longer retreat, why not put down your guns and raise your hands to surrender, cooperate with the Great Japanese Empire and the new government, I guarantee your safety.

I will also send someone to rescue your subordinates immediately, just think about it, that decaying mountain city is not worth your precious lives, there is an old saying in the Republic of China that it is called ants"

"Bah!"

Xuancheng Daoist inside the wall fired a shot outside in grief and anger, interrupting Masao Yajima's shouting, the rules of the military command: there are only military command agents who die, and there are no military command agents who surrender. He can't let the other party disturb the morale of the army.

Once someone surrenders, according to the military law, the family members of those who are present today will be unlucky, and now they can only exchange their own lives for the safety of the whole family, and the bureau will not treat the orphans of martyrs badly.

What's more, seeing what the devils did in Jinling with their own eyes, facing hundreds of thousands of innocent compatriots who were killed, no one would surrender to the Japanese unless they were beasts with no courtesy, justice or shame.

Yajima Masao, who was almost hit, was so angry that he cursed a few times, and then prepared to have the prisoner taken down for treatment. He was just defrauding Taoist Xuancheng just now, and a living intelligence officer is valuable.

The captive, who didn't want to stay unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, twisted the neck of the Japanese spy next to him with all his strength, got up and covered his wound, and ran towards Wuliangguan staggeringly, shouting at the same time.

"Shoot! Brothers, shoot!"

Anyone who has received anti-torture training knows that death is not terrible, what is terrible is endless torture. Under such circumstances, no one can guarantee that they can keep the secret forever.

As long as there is a slight slack and is caught by the enemy, all previous persistence will fall short, and you will become a sinner of the country and the nation. No one wants to be a negative example in the military unified textbooks.

"Don't shoot, get him back quickly."

On the other side, Yajima Masao hurriedly raised his hand to stop his subordinates who were targeting the captives. The dead spies were useless. He also wanted to use the other party to find more members of the Jinling District of the Military Command.

Immediately, several Japanese spies rushed out. They felt that it was safe to do so. With the behavior of the captive just now, the indecisive Republicans would definitely not shoot.

When occupying Jinling two years ago, the first-line troops had records of driving the people to attack the Guojun defense strongholds. Those soldiers of the Republic of China┴ clearly had the upper hand, so they gave up resistance just like that.

If this kind of thing is placed on the empire┴, for the final victory, it is nothing to sacrifice the lives of some ordinary people. It is the glory of those untouchables to sacrifice their lives for the locust.

But they forgot Masao Yajima's reminder before departure that their opponents were not ordinary soldiers of the Republic of China┴, but intelligence personnel who had received cruel training, so they suffered a big loss.

Taoist Xuancheng looked at the "big disciple" who was getting closer, his eyes were reddish and he raised his gun to aim at the stumbling subordinate. He knew very well that he was helping the other party by doing so.

Because it is better to be a martyr than to be a traitor. If you become a martyr, you will have someone to take care of your family. The pension in the bureau is enough to support your family. After you die, you can also go to the Unknown Heroes Memorial Wall.

On the contrary, the other party will not only bear the pain of torture, but also his family members will not be able to lift their heads, and will be liquidated by the government. Thinking of the years of friendship between the two, he raised his head and shouted loudly.

"Brother, you go first, we will arrive later."

"Let's go!"

……

At this time, countless audience members shouted to see off their own robes, and at the same time focused on the chests of several Japanese spies behind the opponent, their eyes were full of murderous intent.

Masao Yajima saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly ordered everyone to shoot to suppress the military command agents on the wall, but before he could say anything, Taoist Xuancheng gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

"Bah!"

With a gunshot, the bullet was driven by the tail primer and flew out of the gun chamber at high speed, tearing up and disturbing the airflow, and accurately hitting the captive's heart.

The leader of the Jinling District Action Team, this senior agent of the Secret Service who followed Zuo Zhong to participate in the Liuguo Hotel operation and the Ningbo mission, fell on this land forever.

When he was dying, a relieved smile appeared on his face. He knew too many secrets, and he absolutely could not fall into the hands of the Japanese alive. Death was not pain for him, but a relief.

Immediately afterwards, several gunshots rang out, and the Japanese spies who came to control the prisoners fell over while running, and soon fell silent. The blood slowly soaked the ground, forming puddles of eye-catching red marks.

Furious, Yajima Masao didn't care about casualties and face. On the one hand, he ordered his men to continue to forcibly attack Wuliangguan, and on the other hand, he sent people to contact the nearby garrison for support.

No one expected that the firepower of the military intelligence personnel was so fierce, so the secret reconnaissance team did not carry any heavy weapons, but the garrison had grenade grenade and heavy machine guns in their hands. Once the reinforcements arrived, it would be the end of the Republic of China spies.

Taoist Xuancheng wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, lowered his head to avoid the rain of bullets, took off Thomson's drum and took a look, and found that after the battle just now, the 100-round drum was running out.

He casually took a new drum from the side and loaded it. He didn't immediately get up and shoot the Japanese outside the wall, but waited patiently for the gun of his partner who was shooting to make the sound of emptying, and then he straightened up and shot in short bursts. way to counterattack.

As an old intelligence officer, he knew that the Japanese had an advantage in numbers. If they wanted to buy more time for sending the message, they had to give full play to their superiority in weapons. The firepower must not be interrupted, and it could last as long as possible.

The brass shells slammed down from a high place like running water, and countless spectators adjusted their positions from time to time, using the automatic firepower in their hands to kill a large number of Japanese spies.

During the fierce exchange of fire between the two sides, the "second apprentice" who had left to contact Shancheng earlier ran out of the temple with a gun and reported a bad news to Taoist Xuancheng.

"District Chief, the radio station cannot be connected."

The Taoist of Xuancheng felt a little thumped in his heart. If they could not notify the headquarters in time, Shancheng would not be able to use the emergency communication channel to inform other personnel in Jinling District in time.

For example, the Anqing Intelligence Station under Jinling District is an important transportation hub, which is related to the layout of the government and the military in the middle and lower reaches of Changjiang. Once it is destroyed by the devils, the losses will be unimaginable.

Although he was confident that he would not leave any clues for the enemy to trace, but today's raid was very strange, and the Japanese outside seemed to be sure of their identities.

This shows one thing, either someone missed their whereabouts, or someone turned a traitor. I am afraid of the second situation. In case the traitor knows more information about Jinling District, this matter has to be guarded against.

After thinking for a while, Taoist Xuancheng's eyes flashed with sorrow, and he solemnly whispered a few words to the "second apprentice", who nodded with a serious expression, gave a serious military salute, turned and left again.

At this time, a Japanese army team of more than 50 people rushed to the firefighting site. After understanding the situation with Masao Yajima, the team leader who led the team observed the terrain and decisively ordered the grenadiers to bombard the wall of Wuliangguan.

As long as the bunkers that the military commanders rely on to hide are destroyed, the battle will be over. With the power of the special grenade equipped by the Japanese army, this can be done.

After all, Wuliang Temple is just a Taoist temple, not a fortress. Even if the importance of the wall is considered during construction, it is impossible to build it with reinforced concrete, which will easily be exposed.

The Japanese grenade launchers who received the order first found a safe position, squatted on the ground in a kneeling position, and used the thumb measurement method to determine the distance from the Taoist temple. Peel to the ground.

After everything was ready, the devil began to adjust the shooting gauge, turning the knob to adjust the depth of the ammunition in the barrel, and at the same time the indicator on the gauge also moved correspondingly, then loaded the special grenade and pulled the belt on the firing mechanism.

dong dong dong~
After a few not too loud movements, several black spots flew high into the sky, drew an arc and landed precisely around the wall of Wuliangguan, and a violent explosion occurred when it touched the ground.

The loud noise startled many birds in Qixia Mountain, flames and fragments of bricks splashed everywhere, Taoist Xuancheng's forehead was scratched by a piece of shrapnel, and his face was covered in blood lying on the ground.

"District Chief, two brothers were killed in battle, and the others were slightly injured, but the ammunition is running out, and there are several gaps in the wall."

A Taoist crawled to the Taoist Xuancheng's side and reported the casualties loudly, not because he didn't want to keep his voice down, but now everyone was dizzy from the shock of the grenade and couldn't hear the sound, so it's impossible not to speak loudly.

Taoist Xuancheng felt sad, knowing that it was the last moment, but he had to kill a few more devils before he died. He coughed a few times and spit out bloody spit, stood up against the wall, and gave the last order with a smile.

"Leave the last grenade for yourself, and shoot all the remaining ammunition to the Japanese. Brothers, let the little devils see that our military command has no soft bones!"

After all, he climbed up the wall again out of breath, and frantically fired at the Japanese spies who were already close at hand. The devils suffered heavy casualties immediately, and were hit by powerful 11.43mm bullets at close range.

But the Japanese were also desperate, and did not take half a step back, enduring huge casualties and rushing to the gap in the wall.

There are less than ten military agents in Wuliangguan. Even with automatic firepower, it is impossible to fire continuously. The barrel can't stand it, so you have to take the opportunity to attack, and you can't give the opponent a chance to reload or breathe.

The fact is the same, 100 rounds of bullets sounds like a lot, but the actual exchange of fire takes only a few seconds. Taoist Xuancheng heard the sound of the gun in his hand clicking, and was just about to change the bullets, but he saw someone flickering in the gap from the corner of his eye. .

He directly threw away the submachine gun, pulled out the Braun twist 1911 on his waist, and fired a few shots at the gap to repel the enemy. In actual combat, changing the gun is always faster than changing the bullet, and the battle of life and death is not even a second slower.

But after all, the Japanese were numerous and their methods were extremely brutal. Under the command of the Japanese squad leader, the grenadier threw another round of grenades regardless of the lives of his own people.

The gunpowder smoke dissipated, and there were half-dead Japanese spies lying inside and outside the gap, but countless spectators were also killed and injured, unable to stop the devil's attack, more and more members of the spy team broke into the wall.

The first thing these people did after they came in was to point their guns at the personnel of the Jinling District of the military command. The opponents used dozens of corpses to prove their combat effectiveness, and no one dared to be careless.

"Your Excellency, you have found the target."

A Japanese spy found Taoist Xuancheng and shouted to the outside. Not long after, Masao Yajima strode over, and immediately saw the dying opponent.

The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and he looked at the Xuancheng Taoist from a distance and persuaded him: "Mr. Xuancheng, why are you bothering? Look, you are still my captive. Surrender."

While he was speaking, all Japanese spies were on high alert, with their index fingers resting on the trigger, closely watching the opponent's actions, ready to shoot at any time.

Taoist Xuancheng had a huge gash in his abdomen blasted by a grenade, and blood flowed out. He leaned against the corner of the wall and ignored Masao Yajima's persuasion, but glanced at his subordinates with a sad face.

After all, it failed, even though he knew it would be the end from the beginning, he took a deep breath, glanced at the devil with disdain, slowly let go of his right hand, and let out a loud drink.

"Go!"

Before the words were finished, a grenade rolled from Xuancheng Taoist's hand to the ground, and the safety grip bounced off with a ding, and then a puff of blue smoke came out of the projectile and made a squeak.

Not only him, but other seriously injured military commanders also let go of the grenade, and they may be rescued if they commit suicide by drinking the bomb, but there is no possibility of survival when the grenade explodes so close.

They didn't even leave the corpses to the enemy. This was their answer to the Japanese persuading them to surrender. Amidst the dull explosion, all the high-level officials in the Jinling District under the military command died heroically, and no one surrendered.

Yajima Masao numbly touched the flesh and blood on his face, his heart filled with fear, his hands couldn't help shaking, and then he heard the horrified howls of his subordinates who went to search the inside of Wuliang Temple.

"Fire! Retreat!"

In the Sanqing Hall of the Taoist Temple, the "Second Disciple" of Xuancheng Taoist sat cross-legged on a futon, the walls and pillars around him were lit with flames, and a lit fuse was burning rapidly.

The Japanese army team staying outside the wall was sorting out their equipment when they suddenly heard the spies inside the wall yelling twice. A few seconds later, two red signal flares rose into the air, and then a dazzling light flashed, everyone was shocked by the blast. Fly hard.

In the explosion of multiple 150mm artillery shells, the flames attached to the building fragments and flew in all directions, turning the surroundings of Wuliang Temple into a sea of ​​flames. The fire that filled the sky took away the lives of all Japanese spies who entered the Taoist temple.

As Taoist Xuancheng thought, a fire took away all the sin and filth, and Yajima Masao and his men were wiped out with blood on their hands, leaving behind a clean world.

In the distant city of Jinling, countless people were alarmed by the huge explosion. Some of them looked at the signal bomb hanging high in the sky with moist eye sockets, then lowered their heads and walked away quickly.

They understand that someone is using their lives as a warning for them, and they must retreat immediately, and the martyrs cannot be sacrificed in vain. There is nothing wrong with thinking this way, but sometimes things are unpredictable.

When Yajima Masao led people to attack Wuliangguan, the military intelligence station in Anqing was raided by the local Japanese military police. Many important members were caught off guard, and dozens of agents died heroically.

(End of this chapter)