Cicada Moving

Chapter 711 Secret Passage

The Japanese army commander didn't care about Zuo Zhong at all. He focused on He Yijun. Through his clothes, he recognized the person who was coming. She was the daughter-in-law of the "village chief" who was in charge of logistics outside.

The opponent is a pariah from Ezo in Hokkaido. If the military hadn't needed a large number of imperial citizens who knew Chinese, such people would have made a living by fishing and **** on the seaside all their lives.

 At present, the families of countless soldiers are struggling to survive in their own country, but the other side has come to the rich country of Mite Island. It is really advantageous to the other side. This woman must be taught a profound lesson.

The corners of his beard raised up, and a strange smile appeared on his dark face. According to the regulations of the base, everyone must be searched when entering and exiting, and female staff are no exception.

They have been serving in this dark and dark place all year round, and taking advantage is their only pleasure. He rubbed his hands in a coquettish way, and he was sure to defeat the opponent today.

kindness?

Suddenly, the Japanese corps commander looked at the village chief's daughter-in-law who was getting closer and was a little confused. Why was her clothes different from the ones just now? Where did she change her clothes in such a short period of time.

Did you take off your coat? It's impossible. It's freezing and snowy outside, and the temperature is dozens of degrees below zero and water turns to ice. In this environment, no one would think they have too many clothes.

He stopped unconsciously and took a closer look at the person's figure. He seemed a little thinner than usual, and why the person kept putting his hands behind his back when walking.

These things happened in an instant. After all, he was an elite member of the Kwantung Army. He immediately realized that someone had sneaked into the secret passage and opened his mouth without thinking, trying to give an early warning.

 “唔唔唔”

He Yijun was observing the enemy's expressions and movements from beginning to end. As soon as the Japanese captain stopped, she knew that his disguise had been seen through, and she immediately rushed over with a strong stride.

At this time, the two of them were four or five meters apart, which could be said to be only one step away. She ran quickly with all her strength, her left hand passed over her waist, pulled out a dagger and swung it towards the target's throat.

 Fighting is a competition of strength and speed. In terms of strength, women are naturally inferior to men. This is an objective fact. There are always only a few female heroes who can run a horse on their shoulders.

In terms of speed, the gap between the two sides is not too big. The training of the Kwantung Army is very strict. These Japanese veterans are the most ruthless killing machines and are difficult to subdue in a short time.

But the Japanese army commander came to search him, and he brought nothing but his hands. However, He Yijun had a sharp dagger in his hand, which determined the life and death of both of them.

 “Tear apart.”

The blade of the knife pierced the chest of the Japanese soldier. This man was a professional soldier after all. He escaped the fatal blow at the last moment and at the same time tightly closed his mouth out of instinct.

He Yijun failed to succeed with one blow, and regardless of the oldness of his move, he lightly jumped up, hit his knee at the target's throat again, and stabbed the dagger to the neck bone behind the opponent's head with his backhand.

Once the neck bone is fractured or severely injured, the fracture fragments will shift into the spinal canal, causing paraplegia and neurological damage, causing the person to quickly lose their ability to resist.

 The throat is also a vital organ, its main function is breathing and making sounds. In order to prevent the opponent from shouting, she attacked here for the second time, which was more important than finishing the opponent.

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The Japanese army commander escaped the last attack all by relying on his usual muscle memory. Then faced with the successive attacks, his thinking suddenly came to a standstill and his reaction was slowed down for a few seconds.

 In a life-and-death fight, even half a second too late is not enough, let alone a few seconds later. Two crisp noises were heard in the alleyway. He Yijun jumped off the opponent with an indifferent expression and wiped the dagger with the corner of his clothes.

Looking at the Japanese corps commander standing there with a blank look, swaying from side to side, with light red blood bubbles emerging from his mouth and nose, it is obvious that he will not cause any trouble for the next operation.

With no time to stop, He Yijun continued running towards the corner after landing. Because she didn't know how many people were in the secret passage, she stopped in front of the corner and turned her head.

 There is an office desk and chair in the corner.

 Behind the office desk and chairs is an alleyway.

 About twenty meters.

 The lighting conditions are good.

 Without any shelter.

The deepest part of the alleyway turned to the right, forming another corner, and a small hole a few inches square was opened in the wall opposite the alleyway, and a black gun barrel protruded from the hole.

 After spending several years in the Secret Service, He Yijun saw a lot of guns. He Yijun recognized it as a Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun. It had a rate of fire of 500 rounds per minute and was extremely lethal.

In this special terrain, as long as the enemy has sufficient ammunition, even an entire regular army cannot attack it. If you want to pass smoothly, you must cross the shooting port and kill the shooter at close range.

In addition, she could vaguely hear two Japanese chatting behind the wall. They seemed to be discussing the matter of body searches. They even laughed obscenely at some point, and they definitely didn't say good things.

 The Japanese army found no abnormalities.

 The guard is very lax.

He Yijun came to two conclusions. He turned around and found Zuo Zhong lowering the body of the Japanese corps commander against the wall. He stabbed him a few times with his hand, and then made a waiting gesture.

She had time to take a breath. Dealing with a professional soldier was much more stressful than subduing a few female gangsters in a cell in the patrol room. If she wasn't careful, her success would fall short.

The other party didn't have to fight back, she just had to shout an enemy attack. Fortunately, her camouflage gave her a chance to get close to the Japanese, otherwise they would have to give up the secret passage and attack by force. That will kill people,

 Many, many people.

At this time, Zuo Zhong also walked to the corner and took a look at the situation, and couldn't help frowning. He thought of the machine gun firepower point in the secret passage, but he didn't expect it to be the heavy machine gun firepower point.

If it is a light machine gun, it can still carry out an assault while the shooter is changing the barrel. However, this is not possible with a heavy machine gun. It cannot let the opponent start. He has one and only one chance.

 The entrance was solved by He Yijun just now. It was his turn. For some reason, he remembered what Gu Qi once said. Only those who are afraid of death will die. I hope so.

Zuo Zhong whispered something into He Yijun's ear, and then walked out of the corner with a resolute expression, trying to keep his footsteps as low as possible, and step by step closer to the shooting port that represented death.

 Twenty meters.

 Fifteen meters.

 Thirteen meters.

"who is it?"

　　When he was still more than ten meters away from the target, a Japanese sentence rang out. The tone was neither urgent nor slow. It seemed very relaxed, but the barrel of the heavy machine gun slowly turned around.

Zuo Zhong's expression was as usual. The fake villagers had been in for a long time. They must have passed through this place and gone further inside. The guards would not shoot easily. He kept replying at his feet.

"We have taken away some clothes that should be cleaned. Your Excellency, sir, is searching my companions. Let me go alone, otherwise the adults in the laboratory will be angry again."

He deliberately raised his voice when he spoke. His voice passed back and forth on the narrow walls of the secret passage, echoing constantly. It sounded a little distorted, and it was difficult to distinguish the real voice.

 “Baga, keep your voice down.”

The man behind the shooting mouth cursed and said unhappily: "Sir, they are just some fools who can only read, Captain Aoi! Captain Aoi, do you have no problem?"

Even though they were in a safe fortification, the Japanese soldiers still did their duty and shouted someone's name loudly, but there was no response from the other party, which made the person who called out change his face.

 According to regulations, Captain Aoi is responsible for the first inspection of people entering the secret passage. No matter what the circumstances, he will not leave his post without permission, nor will he ignore his call.

There are only two possibilities for the other party to refuse to answer like this. Either the other party dares to violate military law and is not afraid of being taken to a military prison to serve his sentence, or the other party is no longer able to answer.

 No, enemy attack!

 Oops, the enemy found out!

A thought flashed through both sides' minds almost at the same time and they reacted differently. Zuo Zhong kicked hard with the toes of his right foot, swung his arms and headed straight for the heavy machine gun regardless.

There is no time to think too much. If you run into the blind spot before the enemy pulls the trigger, you will live. If you can't run, you will die. Life or death is at his own feet. This is very fair.

 Just because he was not sure how far away the third corner was and whether he would hear gunshots, Zuo Zhong gave up the Browning with a silencer and took a dagger like He Yijun.

Moreover, when fighting in a small space, hot weapons can easily produce ricochet. Whether you are hit or not depends entirely on your face. If you are killed by your own bullets, your death will be unjust.

 Behind the shooting port,

  Two Japanese soldiers skillfully took out a row of 30 bullets from the ammunition box. Yes, bullets, a unique ammunition supply method that originated in France and was developed in East Asia.

 It can ensure that the barrel will not overheat, allowing the heavy machine gun to achieve precise, uninterrupted and continuous shooting without any firepower window. Doesn’t it sound perfect?

Coupled with another masterpiece of Master Nanbu Kijiro - the Type 92 heavy machine gun, it is simply the dream weapon of all soldiers, and a hundred left heavy machines are not enough to make it burst.

There is just one small problem. Type 92 is side-fed. When the bullet plate is installed on the gun, it will deform under the influence of gravity. It is okay if it takes a short time, but it will easily get jammed if it takes a long time.

 So there is no combat mission, and the shooters place their guns and bullets separately. If valuable imperial assets are damaged, their few cents of military pay will not be enough to compensate.

Of course there is no problem in doing this in normal times, but it is just a waste of time, and it is dangerous in wartime. For example, the two Japanese soldiers behind the shooting mouth at this time even wanted to curse.

The enemy can sneak into the secret passage and kill Captain Aoi silently. They must be extremely dangerous people. Every second wasted will bring them closer to death.

From time to time, the two of them raised their eyes through the shooting port to look at the attackers running outside. They worked quickly with their hands, and finally with a click, the bullet plate was firmly installed into the ammunition supply port.

The main shooter's face was full of joy and ferociousness. He put his right hand on the gun bolt and prepared to pull it. His eyes subconsciously scanned the shooting range, huh? As for the enemy, his smile gradually solidified.

 “Pfft~~~”

Outside the secret passage, Zhou Mingshan looked at his watch frequently and was secretly worried. It had been so long and there was no movement from the tiger and peacock. Was there something wrong?

After waiting for a few more minutes, he decided to send someone to check on the situation. Before he could speak, he saw the entrance light up again, and then a familiar figure waved to everyone.

Zhou Mingshan’s eyes lit up.

It’s done,

 The Secret Service certainly lives up to its reputation!

Finished writing at 4:47. Alas, I am on duty until 8 o'clock and go to work from 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I am going to die.

 (End of this chapter)