Cicada Moving

Chapter 709 Cold

D day, five o'clock in the afternoon.

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

Without the warmth of the sun, the wind and snow in the mountains became more and more intense, and there was even a white-haired wind. Countless dead branches were blown off, flew up into the air and fell heavily, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

Wearing white cloaks, Zuo Zhong and Zhou Mingshan lay on the ridge outside the village and looked carefully. They waited here for nearly half an hour and found no suspicious persons.

 Let alone washing clothes in the village, there are only a few people walking around. It seems that everyone is staying at home for the winter. It looks like an ordinary small northeastern village, very normal.

 “Mr. Tiger.”

Zhou Mingshan grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, and called Zuo Zhong’s pseudonym: “Will the secret passage not be opened? Someone attacked Beiyinhe last night, and the other party may still be on alert.

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

He chewed the ice and snow while talking to quickly cool down the temperature of his mouth, lest the heat emitted when speaking would produce white mist, which would easily reveal their location.

Having wandered around the ravines with the Japanese and puppets for so long, the Anti-Japanese Alliance 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.”

Zuo Zhong imitated the other party's behavior, and also took a bite of snow and explained in a low voice: "Old Qiang, precisely because we were attacked last night, the dirty clothes of the underground laboratory staff need to be washed even more.

The Kwantung Army soldiers can tolerate it, but the technicians cannot. They are 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 **** place, who knows what might be stained on their clothes. The lab coats must be changed and disinfected. Don’t worry, I guess it will be late at night.

 When the visibility is low, it is convenient to keep the exit of the secret passage secret. The Japanese like to play this little trick, no matter where they are, they are like a group of rats. "

 Labor coat disinfection and late at night,

 It makes some sense.

Zhou Mingshan glanced at this agent, huh, and said that he was here for gold plating. He could analyze things in a logical manner, so how could he be a second-generation ancestor who relied on his elders to get by.

Mr. Hong is right. The Secret Service is more dangerous than the Secret Service Headquarters. The other party is not a party stick or a literary hooligan, but a professional intelligence officer, very similar to the instructors sent by the Red Russia.

You need to be extra careful when fighting against such people, as the slightest flaw will be exploited. It seems that we need to remind comrades not to fall into the fruit party's conspiracy.

Aware of this, he stopped talking to the other person and quietly stared at the target not far away. His body was quickly buried in the heavy snow, and two inconspicuous small bulges appeared on the ridge.

 “Woooooo~~”

At one o'clock in the morning, a biting cold wind suddenly hit from all directions. The dry snow frozen into powder was flying everywhere like sand, and the surrounding scene was invisible from a few meters away.

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

“Old gun, the mouse is about to come out of its hole. Let’s go down and keep an eye on it at the entrance of the village. I’m in front and you are behind. Be careful that the gun is frozen. Put the weapon on your chest to keep it warm.

If a firefight occurs, I will be responsible for attracting the enemy's firepower, and you will be responsible for commanding. We must rush to Beiyin River as quickly as possible. The wind and snow are so strong that we have certain conditions for a strong attack. "

 “Okay, let’s go.”

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

The fire warms the chest, and the wind blows cold on the back. It describes the life of the Anti-Japanese War soldiers. In summer, there is no food, so they can only rely on hunting wild animals, collecting mushrooms and wild fruits to satisfy their hunger.

In winter, when the mountains are covered with heavy snow and there are no traces of wild animals, they grind acorns into flour and make flatbread and acorn batter. It is common to eat tree bark and grass roots when food is extremely scarce.

Sometimes, in order to prevent exposure, no fire can be made in the secret camp for heating. Many soldiers lost their hands and feet due to cold in the cold winter. Compared with this, performing tasks here is nothing.

 At least you don’t have to go hungry,

 There is no shortage of ammunition either.

Zuo Zhong and Zhou Mingshan are not people who are lazy. They decided to stick to the reconnaissance and no longer hesitated. After clearing away the traces of squatting, they slowly climbed down the ridge and approached the village little by little.

Not long after, they arrived at the entrance of Xiaoniujiaogou Village and lurked on both sides of the road. The shallow crawling marks were immediately wiped out by the howling wind and snow.

Twenty minutes passed in a flash. The two people, who were once again buried in snow, were not anxious and waited patiently for the prey to come to them. The suspicious people in the village could not stay still forever.

At most, they can wait a few more days. If it doesn't work in one day, then two days. If it doesn't work in two days, then three days. As long as the previous inference is correct, they can follow the clues to find the entrance and exit of the secret passage.

 In fact, it didn’t take that long.

 The prey appears.

An hour later, several sneaky figures walked out of the village, each carrying a huge baggage on their backs. There were men and women inside, and they moved toward the east without saying a word. As expected, the bags contained clean clothes. The logistics of dozens of people was not easy to do. Perhaps the fake villagers took turns taking care of this job.

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

Maybe it’s because I’m not proficient in the language, or maybe it’s the request of my superiors. Anyone who violates the tradition should be damned. You must know that Xiaoniujiaogou Village existed a long time ago, but what about the real villagers?

 They are all dead,

 There is no second possibility.

The Japanese have always done things by eradicating the roots and replacing the people around them with their own people. How could they leave loopholes? Massacring the villages is the inevitable result, these bunch of **** are living in poverty.

The fruit party and underground parties involved in the operation all knew about this matter, but they just didn't want to or couldn't bear to mention it. Everyone was holding back their energy and preparing to vent their anger at the Beiyinhe base.

Zuo Zhong watched the other party walking away coldly, suddenly grinned, and then crawled out of the snow on hands and feet. Thanks to the snowstorm, 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, opening and contact methods of the entrance and exit must be particular. This information cannot be collected by surveillance alone. The closer the investigation is, the better.

 Good and evil will be rewarded in the end.

This is because God has eyes.

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

These people are very familiar with the terrain. Even in the dark night, they move very fast, and skillfully get into a dark pine forest and find a path.

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

Not only that, they bent down or lowered their heads while walking, carefully avoiding the steel wire ropes that stretched across and connected grenades at different heights.

Once someone pulls the rope and pulls out the safety bolt, the grenade will explode. Even if you hide behind a tree, it will be useless. The splinters from the broken trees can also kill the intruder.

 “It’s really poisonous.”

Zuo Zhong looked at the blurry backs of the fake villagers, gritted his teeth and cursed secretly. He bet that if someone was smart enough to walk through the woods, he would probably die a worse death.

The enemy is so cautious that he sets a trap on the only passage. If people don't leave, there will definitely be more traps, such as mines, steel clips, spikes, etc. No matter how many lives there are, there won't be enough to fill them.

Worried that memory alone was unreliable, he pulled out his dagger and made a secret mark on the tree trunk next to each trap, and then smeared a layer of snow on it. This method could only be used in emergencies.

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

At this time, a fake villager who was walking at the end felt that he heard the sound of stepping on the snow. He turned around and looked in the direction he came from, but he saw nothing except snowflakes in the sky.

The man shook his head helplessly and hurriedly caught up with the team. He walked panting for another ten minutes and stopped 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 hill about ten meters high. The leading fake villager bent down and groped around a pine tree, and after finding a buckle, he lifted it up with force.

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

 “Password.”

 “Reply to the order.”

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

"Mr. Tiger, I didn't expect that the Japanese also arranged human contact codes at the secret passage. Did you hear what the other party said? The wind was too loud just now and I didn't hear it clearly."

Zhou Mingshan frowned. If they couldn't get the password, they would forcefully occupy the secret passage. In that case, it would be better to attack Beiyin River directly. The casualties in fighting in a small space would be heavy.

Zuo Zhong nodded when he heard the words, and smiled to reassure the other party: "I heard it all. The people inside are talking about Huang Mingguang, Sun and Moon, and the fake villagers are only returning to the country.

One of these two sentences comes from "Serving Banquet" by Hongwen Tianxiao, the 39th generation of Japan, and the other comes from "Out of the Fortress Picture" by Juehai Zhongjin. This person was called by Ming Taizu to write poems in response to the imperial edict. "

 “Locusts, haha.”

Zhou Mingshan sneered, retracted his head and said, "You are here to keep an eye on me. I will go back and call someone. As soon as the person who delivered the things leaves, we can pretend to be them and sneak into the secret passage. How about that?"

“Okay, Brother Gun, please tell everyone that there are traps near the big trees with snow on their trunks.” Zuo Zhong stared into the distance and replied without looking back.

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