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Who knows that in the next moment, a cold light passed by, and then there was a tremor of "Duo" coming from behind.

He touched his face that was sore from the wind, and looked at the vibrating dagger outside the stacked ammunition boxes behind him, his face was a little pale.

"Let me first say that I am a deserter, and then put on the big hat of a Japanese spy. Besides slander, what else can I do?" Lin Yue glanced at the two senior soldiers behind Lei Xiong who pointed their guns at him and said, "If I were a Japanese soldier Spy, you are already dead."

After speaking, without waiting for Lei Xiong to reply, he turned and walked towards the stairs.

"What you are thinking about is how to make the sacrifice meaningful, and what I am thinking about is how to make more people survive, so you just think about how to fight the next battle well, as long as I don't disturb the deployment of your 524 regiment, it is best Leave me alone, unless you want to save a few Japanese devils from dying."

Lei Xiong pulled out the shell gun from his waist, and was about to aim at Lin Yue's back when Xie Jinyuan pressed it directly for him.

"This man is different from those deserters."

Unlike Lei Xiong, Zhu Shengzhong, Qi Jiaming and others, Xie Jinyuan has a more mature view of Lin Yue. Judging from his skill, he is undoubtedly a good fighter against devils. Judging from the conversation just now, he is definitely not the gang below. Deserters who can't read can compare.

With a high force value, strategy, reason, and kindness, there are such people in the Sixing Warehouse, and they may be of great help in the subsequent battles.

"Tuanfu, no matter how capable he is, he still has to listen to you. If all the deserters below follow his example, wouldn't it be a disaster?"

"If there are more such kinky (persons), maybe I can sleep more peacefully (solidly) tonight."

"Tuanfu..."

Lin Yue could hear the conversation between Lei Xiong and Xie Jinyuan clearly, and even the changes in their expressions could not escape his "eyes". Disabled.

People like Lei Xiong and Zhu Shengzhong are not afraid of sacrifice and are willing to guard the four-line warehouse. It is good, but every yard counts. If you insist on killing him, of course you will not sit still. After all, the task was to rescue the deserters, so he could wait for the 524 regiment to withdraw into the foreign concession before taking action.

When they came down from the roof, Lao Abacus, Lao Tie, Yangguai and others had already entered the warehouse. The door to the south was opened, and several soldiers were transporting water from the Suzhou Creek into the warehouse for storage in preparation for war.

On the other side of the south gate is the Suzhou Creek, and on the other side of the Suzhou Creek is the British Concession.

The north side of the Sixing Warehouse was pitch black, with the sound of guns and guns one after another. What suddenly lit up the sky was not fireworks, but raging flames of war.

The neon lights on the south side of the Four Lines Warehouse are shining, singing and dancing are peaceful, pedestrians are passing by on the river bank, cars are clanging, celebrities and gentlemen are entering and exiting the casino gate, the stage troupe not far away is singing chimes, and on the balcony on the second floor of the Victory Bar, EVA Wearing a red sundress and singing "Nightingale".

Lin Yue went over and patted Duan Wu on the back: "Does it sound good?"

"It sounds good, it sounds good."

When he found out that the person who was asking the question was Lin Yue, this straightforward and cowardly young man quickly turned his head, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Lin Yue, they didn't do anything to you, did they?" Li Xiang brought Yang Shusheng over from the north gate. After asking this sentence, he was stunned when he saw the scene at the south gate. The other side of the river is like heaven.

"I'm fine." Lin Yue patted him on the shoulder: "It was fine just now."

After speaking, he went to the place where the padded clothes were piled up and sat down, took out the "Flying Bird Collection" he had borrowed when sending Han Yi across the river, and read it carefully by the light, ignoring the fearful or resentful eyes of the soldiers of the 524 regiment.

After a while, Yangguai got tired of seeing the weirdness on the opposite side, walked to the ammunition box not far from him and sat down, took out the 94th Army knife he had just received, and wiped the blood on it with a towel wrapped around his head.

"Aren't you afraid that they will kill you if you do this?"

When Yangguai said this, Zhu Shengzhong was sitting in the corner gnawing dry food, and glanced at the place where the two were sitting from time to time, with an unfriendly expression.

Lin Yue said without raising his head, "Their enemies are outside, not inside."

ding~

yo~

Accompanied by a crisp sound, a coin fell from the second floor, rolled to the foot of the sheep and stopped, and he picked it up and looked at it in the palm of his hand.

The old abacus turned over and jumped down, walked up to him and flattered him, saying, "Work for you, give it back to me, it's my lifeblood."

Yangguai threw the saber that had just been wiped clean in front of his face.

Old Abacus hesitated for a while, reached into his bosom, took out a pocket watch and handed it over: "Ancestral land."

Yangguai took the pocket watch in his hand and looked at it. Just as he was about to throw the coin away, he suddenly caught sight of Lin Yue stretching out his hand, and threw the coin at him, then put the pocket watch in his pocket with peace of mind.

The old abacus walked up to Lin Yue bravely: "Brother, you are a cultural person, you are reasonable, can you give it back to me?"

"Want it?"

Old Abacus nodded: "Yes."

"Go and move that away." Lin Yue pointed to the safe behind him, rubbed his ankle that didn't hurt much, put on the boots, and felt that physique is a good thing by the way, and there are a few more things to add.

Old Abacus walked over curiously, looked left and right, pulled open the blocked basket, pushed the safe with the two deserters beside him and went into the stable.

In the time it took to light a cigarette, a long hiss was heard, and the white horse rushed into the corridor in fright.

"The horse ran away."

"The horse ran away."

There was a commotion in the hall.

The soldiers of the 524th regiment were stunned for a moment. Some people subconsciously raised their guns to shoot, and the orderly Qiyue pressed it down.

hush~

The whistle sounded.

The white horse immediately calmed down, and Qiyue walked over to gently pat its fur to comfort it.

The old abacus and the others over there just wanted to join in the fun, so they yelled at Qi Jiaming and scared them back.

Lin Yue jumped off the sack, walked forward to meet the eyes of Yangguai and others, slapped his horse on his back and turned back up.

Qiyue was in a hurry, and thought that the white horse would be frightened again, but it was very honest, not to mention frightened, it didn't even sneeze.

"Is that a sandwich at Lowe's?"

Lin Yue patted the horse's belly, kicked the white horse, turned around and walked towards the north gate. When he was approaching the gate, he lowered his foot, took a medium-sized rifle and held it on his shoulder, and said to the soldiers guarding the front gate. : "Open the door".

The man shivered, and hurried over to pull the iron gate, Lin Yue shouted: "Go", the white horse accelerated sharply, and galloped out with all four hooves gathering.

Old Abacus stamped his feet anxiously in the back: "Crazy, crazy."

He wasn't worried that Lin Yue would die outside, he was worried about his own lifeline.

Qiyue ran two steps forward, looking at the figure outside the door that quickly merged into the night, with a complicated expression on her expression. He was able to appease the white horse because of the unique skills he had learned from herding since he was a child, but that fierce guy was even stronger than him, and the white horse had no intention of resisting being ridden by someone.

Xiao Hubei walked up to him, looked at the iron gate that was gradually closing and said, "Brother Qiyue, don't worry, I think he will come back."

...

On the south bank of the Suzhou River, in the British Concession.

It has been raining in Shanghai for a whole day, but it hasn’t stopped yet. As the night progresses, the rain lines become denser. I don’t know whether it is God crying for the heroic spirits who died in battle, or he can’t bear to witness the tragedy of the world and wants to wash away the ground. Those startling bright reds.

The people on the garbage bridge are still rushing in, and today is destined to be a sleepless night.

People passing through the checkpoints are looking for a place to stay, but the concession is so big and there are so many houses, there is no way to accommodate all the refugees. The rich can still endure the exponentially increasing rent of the hotel, looking for a warm harbor sheltered from wind and rain, and The poor...can only huddle in the corner of the eaves, with their hands crossed, tremblingly listening to the sound of rainwater beating on the metal signboard, or looking at the passers-by with blank eyes.

A woman with a child in her arms couldn't squeeze into the sidewalk under the arcade because she came in a hurry. She didn't bring an umbrella, and she had no money. Under the umbrella of a kind-hearted person, I covered my head with a cotton padded jacket and drenched in the rain.

Suddenly, the sound of the rain slapping on the clothes disappeared. She thought the rain had stopped, but when she looked up suddenly, she realized that it wasn't the rain that had stopped, but an umbrella covering the sky.

Standing next to him was a young man in a brown trench coat.

She took the umbrella under his gaze and said, "Thank you."

The young man nodded, and continued to walk forward, draping the poncho in his arms over a man who was hugging his girlfriend and using his body to help block the rain.

A poncho.

Two rain capes.

Three rain capes.

...

In less than a minute, there is an army green landscape around the steps.

Some people stood up and looked at the young man's back with gratitude on their faces, and some people found that their ponchos were stained with blood, but in this situation, who would dislike it.

Five minutes later, after distributing the poncho, Lin Yue walked into the casino covered in moisture.