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Chapter 619 The Germans Are Really Cruel

"Check weapons and prepare for action."

When the German Military Intelligence Agency and the Gestapo were mobilized, the Kwantung Army personnel in the Japanese embassy decided not to wait for Ryosuke Hase, and directly attacked the residence of the visiting delegation of the Republic of China.

After the lieutenant commander gave the order, he looked worriedly at the night sky outside the window, and secretly swore in his heart, Hase-kun, if you are killed by the Germans or Chinese, we will definitely avenge you.

A few minutes later, the Kwantung Army personnel put on wide-brimmed top hats to cover their striking Asian faces, and hung submachine guns and grenades in long knee-length trench coats. Everything was ready.

"Sudden attack!"

His Excellency Zhong Zuo pretended to be holding a samurai sword in his hand, put on a pose and shouted, and then walked out of the room where he had stayed for many days. The courtyard of the embassy was empty, only a few cars were parked.

Coward, he muttered softly, showing a mocking expression, it turned out that Hase-kun is an outlier in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, no wonder he was sent to cooperate with their actions, what a pity.

He knew that this operation was dangerous, and he didn't plan to leave alive. Instead of wasting his time, he might as well die vigorously and dedicate the best moment of his life to His Majesty Tian Locust.

The lieutenant sergeant got into the car calmly, and when he saw the iron gate of the embassy slowly opening, he nodded to the driver, signaling to set off immediately. Now is the most tiring time for people, so it is very suitable for action.

Cars drove out one after another, and waited until the fifth car left, the gate was closed without a sound, and the only light in the embassy went out, as if nothing had happened just now.

At this time, there was no pedestrian on the quiet streets of Berlin, let alone the police maintaining traffic, and the Kwantung Army vehicles drove faster and faster without any scruples, heading straight for a certain direction in the city.

After driving for a while, the convoy stopped on the side of the road only one street away from the hotel of the Republic of China visiting group. The Kwantung Army with rich combat experience naturally knew the importance of concealed contact with the enemy.

The lieutenant took out the MP18 submachine gun hidden in his clothes, pulled the bolt over and over again with the help of the instrument panel, and finally inserted the 20-round magazine into the magazine, and patted the bottom of the magazine hard.

After confirming that the weapon was in good condition, he got out of the car and moved towards the target along the trail. Others either covered behind or followed silently on the opposite side. There were more than a dozen black shadows on the empty street.

"Da da da."

The long-term military career made them unknowingly step out of the same frequency of steps, coupled with the dry branches blown by the strong wind, under the dim street lights, a chilling air rushed towards them.

The lieutenant commander knew that the actions of himself and others were a little big, but he didn't take it to heart. There was still 300 meters away from the hotel, so there was no need to hide any more. No one could stop what was about to happen next.

They will rush in and kill all the Chinese they can see, and then retreat successfully or die with honor. This is the whole plan of the operation, simple, efficient, and never sloppy.

He looked up at the intersection ahead, and he could see the target when he turned the corner. Thinking of this, the faint smile on Zhongzuo's face became ferocious, so he quickened his pace, and turned around the street corner close to the wall.

"Om~"

Suddenly, more than a dozen car lights turned on at the same time and shone on the unsuspecting Kwantung Army, just like spotlights on the stage. As for the audience, it was naturally the Gestapo and the Abwells.

On the way when the Kwantung Army came, three armored vehicles were parked in the middle of the road, and teams of national defense soldiers aimed at their targets with the help of various bunkers, completely blocking the retreat road.

Mu He's face in the crowd was ashen. The Japanese actually came to the station of the Republic of China delegation. When he got the news, he still couldn't believe it. It was just a coincidence.

Fortunately, I brought someone to see the situation. The Chinese are related to the plan for the Jews. They must not die now. The killing of visiting groups from other countries in Berlin by the Japanese is also a provocation to the empire.

Determined to teach the arrogant Japanese a lesson, he raised the iron loudspeaker and warned them loudly in German, asking them to surrender. The surrounding residents who were awakened hid behind the windows to watch the play.

Faced with such a situation, the lieutenant commander, who did not deserve to have a name, smiled. Since he could not complete the task, he should die. If he could not be caught alive, it would be an eternal humiliation to his family.

"Tiannao black card board!"

"Tiannao black card board!"

The lieutenant commander raised his weapon with a roar, and none of the dozen or so Kwantung soldiers chose to surrender. They all jumped into the nearest shelter as quickly as possible, teaching the proud Germans a good lesson.

In the hotel a few hundred meters away, Gui Youguang was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. They had been standing still since they came to Berlin. With nothing to do, he could only spend his energy on physical training.

He does [-] push-ups every day before going to bed, and falls into a deep sleep as soon as his big bald head touches the pillow. Just when he was dreaming of fighting the Japanese secret agents for [-] rounds, suddenly there was a loud gunshot outside the window.

"Snapped!"

The moment the gun rang, Gui Youguang closed his eyes and rolled to the side away from the window. During the rolling, he pulled out the gun from under his body with his right hand, and grabbed the water cup beside the bed with his left hand and smashed it at the light bulb, which shattered.

If a stranger comes in, the party who is more familiar with the layout and furnishings of the house will have an advantage in acting in the dark, and the darkness can also be easily hidden to avoid being beaten by more people.

In less than three seconds, he was lying in a safe position between the wall and the bed, with the gun in his hand firmly facing the direction of the door, his head slightly tilted and his ears pricked up to listen to the movement outside the door.

"It's me, Chief Liu, are you okay?"

A familiar little spy at the door yelled in a low voice. When encountering such an emergency, the first thing to do is to reveal your identity, so as not to be beaten into a beehive by your own people and become an unjust dead ghost.

Gui Youguang, who was inside the door, was stunned for a moment, realizing that his alias was Liu Gui, muttering bad luck, covering his slowly opening eyes with his hands to prevent possible flash bomb attacks.

Flash bombs are not high-tech. The Secret Service has used them for more than two years, and everyone must have heard some rumors. If you are not careful, you may taste the taste of being blinded.

He got up and bent over to move towards the door. The muzzle of his gun was always aimed at the center of the door panel, which was the chest and abdomen of an adult male. Once someone outside had a problem, he could make the opponent lose his fighting power with one shot.

"Crench."

Gui Youguang quickly unscrewed the door lock, then quickly took two steps back with his body bent and leaning against the wall, holding the gun with one hand to his chest and the other hand covering his eyes and nose with the movement skills taught by Zuo Zhong, waiting patiently.

While he was in action, the gunfire outside the hotel didn't stop, and the fighting became more and more lively. Rifles, pistols, submachine guns, and even machine guns roared, and stray bullets flew past the window from time to time.

"Mr. Liu, the three of us are coming in."

Besides, the little spy who was acquainted with Gui Youguang saw the door opened and still didn't come in directly, so he reported the number of people first, and then walked into the room step by step with empty hands, and the other two did the same.

Having identified friends and foes, Gui Youguang did not put down his gun, but frowned and asked, "What's going on outside? It's more lively than the New Year's Eve. Seven of us came back to change shifts. Where did those three go?"

On the surface, their group consisted of 16 people, including Zuo Zhong and a telegraph operator. There were 14 fighters who could be mobilized, and they were divided into two shifts of seven people each to protect Mao Yike in the hospital.

But now there are only 3 people, so he can't help but think about it. There are no absolute loyal ministers in the world, only absolute interests. Besides, in Germany, where he is unfamiliar, he must be more vigilant.

"Report to Chief Liu, the three of them went to the stairs and the elevator to establish a line of defense. We are afraid that something will happen to you, so we will come and take a look. The Germans who shot outside are not known for the time being." The little agent replied.

"The Germans shot?"

Talking to himself, Gui Youguang leaned over and looked outside the door. The three old men from the Secret Service were leaning against a safe position to guard. He heaved a sigh of relief and put down his gun, and walked to the window with his men to look out.

Good guy, tracer bullets were flying wantonly in the urban area of ​​Berlin, smashing pieces of glass and bricks, sparks were flying on fences, post boxes, and cars, and the four people upstairs were stunned.

Gui Youguang suspected that when he fell asleep, the Germans had already been beaten to the capital by the enemy and were engaged in a final desperate struggle, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the battle happening before them.

He shook his bald forehead, and for a rare moment of wisdom, he ordered everyone to stay on this floor for the time being, protect the radio operator and the radio station by the way, and contact Jinling directly if necessary.

"Boom, boom, boom."

After dealing with all this, he looked at the machine guns spewing fire snakes on the roof of the German armored car and couldn't help but sigh. After all, it is a European power, and it is so fierce to attack its own capital. It is really spectacular.

Anyway, he had nothing to do, so the big bald head moved a stool and sat down, drinking tea with his head curled up, admiring the beauty of the gunfire blooming, wishing to say hello on the spot when he saw a wonderful scene.

But looking at it, Gui Youguang could see something, the Germans should be clearing out a small army, but the fighting power of that small army was extremely strong, blocking the attack.

"Boom~"

At this time, a member of the small army who was driven to a dead end howled and used a grenade to kill the armored car. The blast wave flew in all directions with smoke and dust.

Taking advantage of the smog, the Germans couldn't see the shooting range clearly, and two more people came from nowhere, and they used the same tactics to send the other two armored vehicles into the sky, and the German offensive stopped.

"This looks familiar."

Gui Youguang, who was sitting on the mountain watching tigers fighting, blinked his eyes and stroked his chin thoughtfully. The style of that small army dying together reminded him of an old opponent - the Japanese Kwantung Army.

More than a year ago, in the underground pharmaceutical factory in Jiaxing, the opponent was fighting to the death like this. Even if they made a sneak attack, they still suffered a lot of losses. At that time, the Kwantung Army personnel fired a grenade at the last moment.

Thinking of this, he took out his binoculars to observe the battle that was about to end. Facing the heavy encirclement and suppression of the Germans, no matter how good his personal fighting skills were, he could not affect the overall situation. The result was doomed.

Through the flying dust, Gui Youguang saw the only middle-aged man in the small unit holding the German rifle he picked up, rushing out of the bunker and launching a bayonet fight. If he didn't run away, the opponent was definitely the Japanese.

"Bang~"

After a gunshot, a blood hole appeared on the forehead of His Excellency Zhongzuo, who was about to start a battle between warriors, and then he fell heavily to the ground, with unwillingness and ferocity in his round eyes.

A few meters away, Mu He held a smoking pistol in his raised right hand, and the brow bone on the right was bleeding continuously, matching the tattered colonel's military uniform on his body, he looked very embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)