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Chapter 709 Cold
D-day, five o'clock in the afternoon.

When the last ray of sunlight fell quickly, the little Niujiaogou without any light became pitch black, and only the little lights in the village proved that there were people living here.

Losing the temperature of the sun, the wind and snow in the mountains became stronger and stronger, and even a white hair wind hung up. Countless dead branches were blown off and flew into the air and fell heavily, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

Zuo Zhong and Zhou Mingshan were wearing white cloaks, lying on the ridge outside the village and watching carefully. The two of them waited here for nearly half an hour, but they didn't find any suspicious person.

Not to mention going out of the village to wash clothes, there are not many people walking around. It seems that everyone is sleeping at home. It looks like an ordinary small northeast village, which is very normal.

"Mr. Tiger."

Zhou Mingshan grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, and called Zuo Zhong's alias: "Will the secret passage not be opened, someone attacked Beiyin River last night, and the other party may still be on alert.

If this is the case, we may have to wait for a few days. Fortunately, this place is deserted. Except for a few peaks in the east, there are patrols, and there are no people in other places, so it is safe. "

He chewed the ice and snow while talking, so that the temperature of his mouth dropped rapidly, so as to avoid the white mist from the hot air when he spoke, which would easily reveal their positions.

Having spent so long wandering in the ravine with the Japanese and puppets, the Anti-Japanese League has very rich combat experience in ice and snow environments, because the price of making mistakes is life, and no one dares to be careless.

"No, keep waiting."

Following the example of the other party, Zuo Zhong also took a sip of snow and explained in a low voice: "Old Gun, because of the attack last night, the dirty clothes of the underground laboratory personnel need to be washed even more.

The soldiers of the Kwantung Army could bear it, but those technicians couldn't. They were all experts in bacterial research. For professional reasons, they must be more concerned about personal hygiene.

Even if they are not afraid of getting dirty, working in that ghostly place, who knows what is stained on the clothes, the lab coats must be changed and disinfected, don't worry, I guess it will be the middle of the night.

At that time, the visibility will be low, and it will be convenient to keep the exit of the secret passage secret. The Japanese like to play this kind of trick, no matter where it is, it is like a group of mice. "

Disinfection of lab coats and in the middle of the night,
It makes sense.

Zhou Mingshan glanced at this spy, hum, he also said that he was here for gilding, and he could analyze things logically, so how could he be a second-generation ancestor who relied on his elders to dawdle.

Mr. Hong was right. The Secret Service was more dangerous than the Secret Service headquarters. The opponents were not party sticks and literati hooligans, but professional intelligence personnel, very similar to the instructors sent by the Red Russia.

You need to be extra careful when dealing with such a person, and you will be taken advantage of if you show any flaws. It seems that you have to remind comrades not to fall into the conspiracy of the Guo Party.

Realizing this, he stopped talking to the other party and quietly stared at the target not far away. His body was quickly buried by the heavy snow, and there were two inconspicuous small bumps on the ridge.

"woooooooo~~"

At one o'clock in the morning, a biting cold wind suddenly hit from all directions, and the dry snow frozen into powder was flying around like sand and dust, and the surrounding scene could not be seen after a few meters.

One of the two bulges moved, and Zuo Zhong, whose eyebrows and eyelashes were frosted, raised his head, gently touched Zhou Mingshan with his elbow, and said in a low voice with chattering teeth.

"Old Gun, the mouse is about to come out of the hole. Let's go down and watch at the entrance of the village. I will be in front and you will be behind. Be careful that the gun is frozen. Put the weapon on your chest to keep warm.

If there is a firefight, I will be in charge of attracting the enemy's firepower, and you will be in charge of commanding, and you must rush to the Beiyin River at the fastest speed. The wind and snow are so heavy, and you have certain conditions for a strong attack. "

"Okay, let's go."

Zhou Mingshan spit out two words. His condition is much better than Zuo Zhong. After all, he has been fighting in the deserted mountains all year round, and the natural conditions there are worse than those in the suburbs of Harbin.

The chest is warmed by the fire, and the back is cold when the wind blows. This describes the life of the soldiers of the Anti-Union Alliance. In summer, there is no food, and they can only rely on hunting wild animals, gathering mushrooms and wild fruits to satisfy their hunger.

In winter, when the mountains are covered by heavy snow and the wild animals are gone, they use acorn seeds to grind into flour to make flatbread and acorn batter. It is common to eat bark and grass roots when food is extremely scarce.

Sometimes in order to prevent exposure, the secret camps cannot light fires to keep warm, and many soldiers lost their hands and feet in the cold winter. Compared with this, performing tasks here is nothing at all.

At least not to starve,

There is no shortage of ammunition either.

Zuo Zhong and Zhou Mingshan were not dawdling people, they decided to stick to the investigation and no longer hesitated. After clearing the traces of squatting, they slowly climbed down from the ridge and approached the village a little bit.

Not long after, they arrived at the entrance of Xiaoniujiaogou Village, lying in ambush on both sides of the road from left to right, and the shallow crawling marks were immediately wiped out by the howling wind and snow.

Twenty or ten minutes passed in a flash, and the two people who were buried in the snow again were not in a hurry, and patiently waited for the prey to come to their door. The suspicious people in the village could not stay still forever.

At worst, wait a few more days, two days if one day fails, three days if two days fail, as long as the previous deduction is correct, they can follow the clues to find the entrance and exit of the secret passage.

Actually it didn't take that long,

The prey appeared.

An hour later, several sneaky figures walked out of the village, all carrying a huge burden on their backs, and there were men and women inside, moving toward the east without saying a word.

If there is no accident, there are clean clothes in the bag, and the logistics service of dozens of people is not so easy to do. Perhaps the fake villagers are responsible for this job in turn.

Zuo Zhong watched the small team pass by, and found that one of them was the village head's daughter-in-law. During the two times when he came to the door, the other party deliberately avoided communicating with him.

Maybe it's because I'm not proficient in the language, maybe it's the request of the superiors, anyway, it's all damn, you know that Xiaoniujiaogou Village existed a long time ago, so what about the real villagers.

are dead,
There is no second possibility.

The Japanese have always done things by cutting grass and roots, and using their own people to replace the people around them, so how can they leave loopholes? Slaughtering the village is the inevitable result, these gangsters.

The Guo Party and the underground party involved in the operation knew about it, but they just didn't want to mention it, and they all held back their energy and prepared to vent their anger on the Beiyinhe base.

Zuo Zhong watched the other party walk away coldly, then suddenly grinned, and then crawled out of the snow on hands and feet. Thanks to the blizzard, otherwise it would be difficult for him to follow him at close range.

The reason why a secret passage is called a secret passage is that the location of the entrance and exit, opening and contact methods must be particular. Surveillance alone cannot collect such information, and the closer the investigation, the better.

Good and evil will eventually be rewarded.

This is God has eyes.

Seeing Zuo Zhong move, Zhou Mingshan stood up and walked on tiptoe behind him. The two of them kept a distance of about ten meters from the fake villagers and followed silently.

These people were very familiar with the terrain, even in the dark night, they moved very fast, skillfully got into a dark pine forest and took a path.

This path is very narrow, and it is difficult to find it from the outside with the cover of the evergreen pine trees in winter. This place has obviously been carefully designed to ensure the safety of the secret path.

Not only that, they leaned over or lowered their heads while walking, carefully avoiding the steel wire ropes, which were stretched horizontally at different heights and connected to the grenades.

Once someone pulled the rope to remove the safety bolt, the grenade would explode. Even hiding behind a tree was useless. The splinters from the splintered tree could also kill the intruder.

"It's really poisonous."

Zuo Zhong looked at the blurred backs of the fake villagers, gritted his teeth and cursed secretly, he bet that if someone pretended to be smart and walked through the woods, he would probably die even worse.

The enemy is so cautious that they set up traps on the only passage. There must be more traps for those who don't leave, such as mines, steel clips, spikes, etc. There are not enough lives to fill them up.

Worried that relying on memory alone would not be reliable, he drew out his dagger and made a secret mark on the tree trunk next to each trap, and then smeared it with a layer of snow. This method can only be used in emergencies.

When the other party came back after delivering the things, he thought more about going home and didn't pay attention to these things. What he and Lao Qiang had to pay attention to was not to leave footprints on the path, or it would be exposed.

"rustle."

At this time, a fake villager who was walking at the end felt that he heard the sound of stepping on the snow, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction when he came, but he saw nothing except the snowflakes in the sky.

This person shook his head helplessly, caught up with the team, and walked for another ten minutes panting, before stopping in front of a hill in the deepest part of the pine forest.

It is said to be a hill, but it is actually a rocky mound about ten meters high. The leading fake villager bent down around a pine tree and groped around it. After finding a buckle, he lifted it up vigorously.

Following the person's movements, a hole appeared on the ground, and the dim light from inside illuminated the surrounding woods, and then someone asked in a stern tone.

"Password."

"Return order."

The two sides chatted in Japanese for a while, the light gradually disappeared, and the woods returned to darkness again. After a long time, Zuo Zhong and Zhou Mingshan slowly stuck their heads out from behind a soil slope.

"Mr. Tiger, I didn't expect the Japanese to arrange people and contact codes at the secret passage. Did you hear what the other party said? There was too much noise just now, and I didn't hear clearly."

Zhou Mingshan frowned. If they couldn't get the password, they would forcibly occupy the secret passage. That would be better than directly attacking the Beiyin River. The casualties would be heavy in a small space.

Zuo Zhong nodded when he heard the words, and gave the other party a reassurance with a smile: "I heard it all, the people inside are talking about Huang Mingguang Sun and Moon, and the fake villagers are returning to the country of Xu.

One of these two sentences comes from the "Serving Banquet" written by the 39th generation of Japan's Kobuntian locust, and the other comes from "Exiting the Fortress" by Juehai Nakatsu. This person was once called by Ming Taizu to compose poems. "

"Heavenly locust, hehe."

Zhou Mingshan sneered, retracted his head and said, "You're here to monitor, I'll go back and call for someone, and as soon as the deliverer leaves, let's pretend to be them and sneak into the secret passage, how about it?"

"Okay, please tell everyone that there are traps near the big trees whose trunks have been covered with snow." Zuo Zhong stared at the distance and replied without turning his head.

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