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With her sharp vision, Kate was convinced that the Chinese female reporter not far from her must be a martial arts master!Not to mention anything else, it can be judged from the still steady pace of the female reporter when she rushed to the present, this is the result of a long period of training specifically aimed at the stability of the bottom plate.To use the lingo in Chinese martial arts, it means to walk with 'roots under your feet'.

And another person who caught Kate's idea was the reporter from Germany, Joseph.

Now Kate finally figured out why she had always felt that something was wrong with Joseph ever since she saw him.The strange feeling stemmed entirely from Kate's other career, the military, before she became a journalist hunting for tidbits.

Although it was a long time ago, and Kate didn't like the time she spent in the barracks, but after all, it was something she had personally experienced, so there are some things that happened during that time. Kate will never forget the people she came into contact with.Just like the damn instructor I met in the new barracks!Stick Jack!

You must know that Kate has suffered from Jack's stick in the boot camp, and the title of 'Stick Jack' is by no means in vain.As long as you hit it with a stick, you are guaranteed to be in pain all day long.A whole day doesn't sound like much, but the problem is that if you're unlucky enough to be spotted by Stick Jack, he's definitely not going to just hit you with a stick.

And now the German reporter named Joseph in front of Kate gave Kate the same feeling as being targeted by Jack the Stick.Of course, this Joseph didn't really target Kate or cause any harm to Kate. This was just an intuition, an intuition honed in the Arkansas boot camp.Kate trusted her intuition, and her intuition had clearly told herself that that guy named Joseph was definitely a dangerous person!

So on the way to Langfang Railway Station, Kate always walked behind the Chinese female reporter and the guy named Joseph intentionally or unintentionally, secretly watching their every move.In fact, Kate herself knew that there was no need to do this. After all, the real threat to her life was not the companions in the press corps, but the Japanese who were rushing towards Langfang Railway Station.

However, Kate still can't get rid of her professional habits for many years, that is, her great enthusiasm for exploring lace news.Kate felt that the two people in front of her were people with secrets, she didn't even need to look at them with her eyes, she could smell the mysterious smell on them just with her nose.So Kate doesn't mind spending some time on them. According to the Chinese proverb, beating children on rainy days is idle anyway.

When Kate and his group followed the officer of the 29th Army to the edge of a steep soil slope formed by the erosion of the valley, the officer of the 29th Army who had been walking at the front of the team suddenly squatted on the ground and made a gesture behind him. Stop forward gesture.

Kate clearly saw that after the officer of the 29th Army signaled to stop advancing, the first responders in the team were the female reporter who knew martial arts and the German Joseph.The two of them squatted down almost at the same time, and the squatting posture they used was standard and impeccable, no less than myself who had been a leader for three years.

Following the line of sight of the officer of the 29th Army squatting at the front of the line, Kate also concentrated her eyes and tried to look in that direction.

Although the soil slope Kate and the others are currently on is not too high, the drop from the ground is still more than two meters.Therefore, even if Kate is in the middle of the team, Kate can clearly see the scene two or 300 meters ahead.

On the rough dirt road in the distance, a convoy consisting of two iron-gray military trucks and five or six motorcycles was rapidly approaching the position of the reporter group.The typical loess landforms of the North China Plain make the iron-gray painted vehicles very eye-catching from a distance, just like stuffing a few turkeys into the "Last Supper" painted by Leonardo da Vinci for the Gracie Monastery in Milan Just as out of place.

After only a few minutes, the convoy stopped less than 50 meters away from the dirt slope where the press corps was.Kate knew that, in the eyes of the guys in that motorcade, her press corps was just as conspicuous.

Among the convoy parked in front of Kate and the others, more than a dozen soldiers wearing camouflage field uniforms, steel helmets and holding Bergman MP18 submachine guns quickly filed out from the compartment of a military truck; The cabin of an army truck was covered by a canvas awning, so the contents could not be seen.As for the soldiers on the motorcycles, they were all burly men in camouflage field uniforms, submachine guns on their backs, steel helmets and goggles on their heads, just like the soldiers coming out of the truck.

Looking at the unfamiliar convoy in front of them and the soldiers armed to the teeth in the convoy, every member of the press corps felt their heartbeats speeding up in vain, and the air around the slope became more oppressive.The officer of the 29th Army who led the team slowly pulled out a Mauser pistol from his waist, took out the magazine, looked at it, and then put it back into the magazine.

Kate's head was a little dazed. The soldiers on the opposite side should definitely not be Japanese in terms of size, but they don't look like squadrons in terms of equipment.To be honest, Kate felt that if the soldiers in front of him put a swastika armband on their arms and raised their hands at the same time, they would be no different from the German Wehrmacht, but this is obviously too nonsense.

Taking a peek at Joseph, who was squatting in front of her left, Kate found that the expression on that guy's face was surprisingly wonderful.Along the way, Joseph was as expressionless as the spade K in a poker card, but now Joseph was like Grandet who saw a gold coin, with two captivating lights in his eyes.

The martial arts master was a little far away, so Kate couldn't see the expression on her face.But the faces of the other members of the press corps were a little pale. Kate understood this very well. After all, the squadron's uniforms don't have camouflage field uniforms, and there won't be so many mechanized vehicles.

Just when everyone was suspicious and uneasy, a soldier in camouflage field uniform, who was a head shorter than his companions, walked a few steps in the direction of Kate and his party, and then shouted, "We are 29 Military Academy Patrol Team! Who are you?"