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Chapter 489 Expose You in Public!
Zuo Zhong had never been in such a mess before, his body and face were covered with splashes of mud and water, there was even a grenade shrapnel stuck on his left shoulder, and the blood from the wound stained his entire sleeve red.

He got up and fired two shots, wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and shouted anxiously to his side: "Old Song, don't sleep, or I will tell your wife about the big wave. "

Not far away, Song Minghao leaned on the embankment with a pale face, his hands tightly covering the wound on his thigh, but the bright red blood was still bubbling, falling on the ground and flowing wantonly.

Hearing Zuo Zhong's words, he said weakly: "It's okay, it shouldn't be the artery, section chief, Lao Wu is fine, if you hadn't pushed us, Lao Wu and I would probably have to confess here."

"It's okay, he was stunned by the grenade. The brothers who stayed on the other side have already called for reinforcements. Old Gu and the others will arrive soon. You must hold on and think about your wife and children at home."

Zuo Zhong panted heavily and replied, turned his head and glanced at Wu Jingzhong who was lying in the mud and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, with a wry smile on his face, he knew that professional soldiers were not easy, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult to deal with.

As soon as the small bridge was blown up, the Chinese detachment on the north side of the road immediately discovered the ambush. At the same time, before the intelligence department could react, they used the bunker to quickly approach the road and hid in the blind spot.

This is a very smart choice. Once blocked in the wilderness, even if there is a bunker, it will face shooting from all directions. The only way is to use the road to organize defense and block the enemy.

Because no one will attack the opposite side through an unsheltered road. This is looking for death, and no commander will do it unless he doesn't care about casualties.

As long as a confrontation situation can be formed, the Chinese detachment will have a chance to escape. Whether it is swimming across the Huimin River or retreating from the riverside to the Xiaguan Wharf, it is a good way.

The fact is just like what they thought, Zuo Zhong is not a person who makes fun of the lives of his subordinates, so of course he chooses not to move and act on his own territory, the longer the delay is, the better it will be for the intelligence department.

After all, Wu Chunyang is right behind these people, and the chances of winning will be greater if they attack back and forth, and Gucci will bring people to support after receiving the news, so it's just a waste of time.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with this choice, the big deal was that the action failed and the opponent ran away, but never expected that the bastard from the Secret Service Headquarters appeared out of nowhere and broke the balance between the two sides.

When these idiots arrived, they saw the intelligence officers lying there without firing any shots, so they thought that the underground party was suppressed on the opposite side, so they jumped on the road in a hurry to try to intercept the Hu.

Then, tragedy struck.

The Chinese detachment is a professional fighting for a living. When they saw a group of people standing on the bare road as living targets, what would they do? Without any hesitation, they immediately opened fire.

Thomson's characteristic typewriter gunshot suddenly sounded in the ears of Zuo Zhong and his subordinates, and he could hear the sound of the opponent's copper bullet casings falling to the ground continuously, the tinkling was very crisp.

On the real battlefield, people will not be alive and kicking after being shot like in movies and TV dramas. When a powerful pistol bullet hits a person, it will instantly make the person incapacitated or even die.

In the eyes of everyone in the intelligence department, the more than 20 daredevils in the Secret Service Headquarters fell down like wooden stakes with the sound of gunshots.

No one can be blamed for this matter, who told them to go up without even asking, this is not courting death, it is suicide, Zuo Zhong can't stop it even if he wants to, it can be regarded as early death and early reincarnation.

Then the Chinese detachment might feel that the opponent on the other side was nothing more than that, so they took the initiative to attack. They threw a smoke bomb every few tens of meters, and the smoke quickly enveloped the road.

As expected of a team with actual combat experience, the throwing of these smoke bombs is very particular. A single puff of smoke is useless, and it is easy to be locked on the target, so prepare in advance.

But when there is too much smoke, there is no way to determine where the opponent will emerge from. If you want to block all the attack channels, you have to disperse the troops for vigilance, so that the strength will be divided and diluted.

And the other party's calculations were very loud. Jinling's winter is dominated by north winds, and today is no exception. Under the influence of strong winds, the smoke will drift southward, blocking the observation of the secret agents of the intelligence department.

As a result, the situation between the two sides has changed, and it has become more beneficial to the Chinese British army. They can advance however they want, and they can open the gap from wherever they want.

Zuo Zhong definitely wouldn't sit still and immediately ordered his men to disperse. Hearing a gunshot somewhere, he would shoot without seeing the surrounding smoke. This is not a game. One bullet is enough to kill someone.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, one of the agents heard footsteps, and before asking for instructions, he directly used the Czech style to aim at the smoke and start shooting. In the next second, there was a scream, and then there was no movement.

Afterwards, the Chinese detachment did not do such stupid things that increased casualties. The two sides politely fired guns at each other to show respect. It sounded lively from a distance, but they didn't even hit a hair.

The secret agents of the intelligence department were very excited when they saw that the enemy was afraid, but when the smoke cleared, there was only a pool of blood on the road. It seemed that the injured had been rescued by the opponent, and the outcome was still undecided.

What is even more helpless is that there is a rifle on the opposite side of the road that keeps wandering. Every time a shot is fired, a person will fall down here, all shot in the chest. This is a professional sniper.

Moreover, this person not only shoots at the south side of the road, but also shoots at the back from time to time. Wu Chunyang may not be able to attack from behind, and he can suppress both sides with only one gun. The opponent is very powerful.

Zuo Zhong felt that the situation was not good at the time, and he ordered the spies who fired the shots to leave the previous location. The Japanese on Wutong Street had launched grenade attacks on the machine guns on the roof.

The British don't have a grenade, but even if they spit and saliva hit the heads of both sides at such a short distance, there is no need for a grenade at all, a grenade will do, but it is still too late to remind.

When the personnel of the intelligence department were transferred, the machine gunner took a few steps late to clean up the machine gun. Several grenades fell across the sky with precision and fell nearby. After the violent explosion, the machine gunner was seriously injured on the spot.

If most of the people hadn't left, the casualties would have been even more severe. Before Zuo Zhong could recover, there was another round of grenades on the opposite side, one of which flew straight towards Song Minghao and Wu Jingzhong.

Before he had time to say anything, he strode over and kicked the golden sentence king, and dragged Song Minghao to the ground. With a loud noise, the three of them became what they are now.

The intelligence department has suffered such a big loss under such a well-prepared situation. It can only be said that the Chinese detachment does have a few brushes. There must be a reason why this gang of traitors can make the British so valued.

There is a degree of advance and retreat.

Very good at timing.

The division of labor is clear.

Good at using intelligence and terrain.

This is a special forces unit in its infancy, and it cannot be dealt with by spies who have only received ordinary training. It is a pity that Gui Youguang's action team is not there, otherwise it would be much simpler.

But far away can't quench near thirst.

Zuo Zhong hesitated again and again, feeling that he could no longer be passively beaten, and had to carry out firepower suppression. They brought a lot of ammunition for this operation, and there were more people than the opponent, so they directly piled up the bullets to kill the opponent.

Another piece of good news is that the second batch of support personnel from the Secret Service Headquarters has arrived, and the number is as high as [-] or [-]. I don't know what Xu Enzeng thinks. Does the execution ground not need guards?

He asked the team leader to find out that the second group originally consisted of only 40 people, so they called all the spies from the ambush spot for fear of being unsafe.

Xu Enzeng is really unlucky for eight lifetimes. With such a group of cunning subordinates, this kind of thing can happen in the secret service headquarters. For any intelligence agency, leaving his post without authorization is a crime of beheading.

After Zuo Zhong was speechless, he arranged these wastes on the front line, and the staff of the intelligence department rested. No matter how many Xu Enzeng died, it didn't matter to him. The death of an elite intelligence department would be a huge loss.

With the addition of new troops and the continuous suppression of light machine gun fire, the Chinese detachment was finally not so arrogant. In the end, the two sides simply fought with each other.

However, people from the Secret Service Headquarters discovered that Meng Ting was on the opposite side, which caused some confusion. Fortunately, they were not stupid, and guessed that the chief of the intelligence department might belong to a certain force.

This is not the first time this has happened, and it has become a traditional program in one place. A few bastards even opened a market before Meng Ting's arrival, betting that the person surnamed Meng is an underground party or a Japanese spy.

In order to stabilize the morale of the army, Zuo Zhong found Meng Ting and began to shoot at each other. Both of them had good marksmanship, but it was difficult to hit each other in this kind of whack-a-mole fight.

As time passed, people on both sides of the road heard fierce gunshots from Jiujiaxu, which made both sides a little panicked, not knowing what happened on the other side of the execution ground.

The members of the Guo Party were afraid that the underground party would send tigers away from the mountain to rob people, and the Chinese detachment was afraid that the target would be killed and lose the opportunity to attack the secret service headquarters. The north and south sides of the highway stopped at the same time.

"Boom."

At this time, Meng Ting didn't care, and fired again with red eyes. What to do, keep shooting. Anyway, everyone is not buying bullets with their own money.

Zuo Zhong squatted down to change a magazine, his eyes were full of surprises, he thought about a question a few days ago, that is why and how the underground party or the British manipulated this drama.

He didn't think it through at that time, but he seemed to have figured it out just now, so that's the case, I really didn't expect the other party to be such a person, once this happened, Jinling City should be lively again for a while.

Suddenly, out of the corner of Zuo Chong's eye, he saw a gray thing, whoosh flew away from him and ran past him, and when he turned around, the thing had already stood in the middle of the road with its hips akimbo looking at him.

"Zuo Zhong! How dare you collude with underground party members to rob prisoners. Let me tell you, let alone Dai Chunfeng, even the chairman of the committee will not protect you anymore. Immediately put down your weapons and raise your hands in surrender."

With his back to the Chinese contingent, Xu Enzeng stretched out his right hand and gestured, vigorously accusing Zuo Zhong of his crimes, God has eyes, and let himself catch the little Wang bastard surnamed Zuo.

When he saw Zuo Zhong attacking Meng Ting before, his legs couldn't help shaking. It wasn't fear, but excitement. It was already a joke that so many thieves appeared in one place, and this time it was finally the turn of the Secret Service.

When people are in good spirits on happy occasions, Lao Xu only felt that the clouds were rising under his feet, and he ran to the middle of the battlefield in a daze, in order to expose Zuo Zhong in public and announce this huge conspiracy to the world.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Meng Ting with a strange face: "Don't be afraid, tell the whole story immediately, the chief of the department will ensure that you are all right, it is useless if Dai Chunfeng comes!"

　Finally coded, sorry sorry, it is a bit uncomfortable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)