Xujiahui Road is very long. There are more than three miles.
There are residences on both sides. Different styles. There are newly built mansions. There are also dilapidated houses. There are also some commercial shops.
The 28th, it sounds like, is starting at one end. Actually not.
The house numbers here are a bit confusing. A house number is often linked to more than a dozen houses.
If it is from later generations, a horizontal line is often added after 28 to indicate the number "28-". But not here.
So, even if we know it is No. 28 Xujiahui Road. If you want to find the real target, you need Zhou Wancan's personal help. Otherwise, there are more than a dozen houses and it would be impossible to find them.
Most of the buildings in the concession are actually very chaotic. Except for a few major roads.
Places such as Xiafei Road and Masinan Road are the residences of big shots, or the facades of concessions, so they appear more formal.
"That's the one."
"The one with a rag hanging at the door."
Zhou Wancan gave detailed instructions.
Zhang Yong observed carefully.
That's not rags. Is it a famous brand unique to Japan? It has the owner's surname on it.
Anyway, only the Japanese would hang this thing on their door. Basically, experienced people will know that this is a Japanese residence as soon as they see such a thing.
Zhou Wancan must know. It's just that he hates the Japanese, so he deliberately uses rags instead.
"Are you sure they are all Japanese?"
"Sure."
"wrong."
Zhang Yong shook his head.
There are no Japanese in it. Because there is no red dot.
The map showed that there were indeed people inside the house. There are five more. But they are all small white dots.
Probably Chinese. Definitely not Japanese.
"What's wrong?"
"There are no Japanese in it."
"They are Japanese disguised as Chinese."
"Have you gone in and looked?"
"Yes. I went in to see it once. But I can't go in and see it a second time. Otherwise, they will recognize it."
"knew."
Zhang Yong said slowly.
Zhou Wancan must have seen it wrong. There are no Japanese in it.
Actually it's not surprising.
There is really not much difference in appearance between Japanese and Chinese.
It seemed that the spies he had captured before were impossible to identify simply by looking at them.
On the other hand, if you insist that a Chinese person is Japanese, it seems that the other party has no way to defend yourself.
After walking around for a while, I decided that the other person was Japanese. Not very reliable.
Unless there is a system...
"How about we send someone in first to conduct reconnaissance?"
"Need not."
"But, don't you know what's going on inside?"
"I will be clairvoyant"
"What?"
"You'll find out soon."
Zhang Yong pretended to be mysterious.
Sometimes, mystery is important.
Just like the emperor in ancient times, he had to keep a distance from other people.
If there is no distance, there is no awe.
How can someone who watches you eat and poop in awe of you all day long?
Therefore, many emperors in ancient times would kill ministers after they came to power. In fact, sometimes they knew about many embarrassing things...
"You guys, come here!"
Zhang Yong waved.
He simply drew pictures on the ground.
The system map clearly indicates the structure of the house and the distribution of personnel.
With these tips, combat is a matter of following the map.
The only flaw is that it is impossible to tell whether these five people have guns in their hands.
"Three on the first floor."
"Two are on the second floor."
"The stairs are here. Remember them."
Zhang Yong asked them to confirm again and again.
Yang Zhi and others all said that they had completely remembered it.
It was a small battle.
Having mastered the structure of the building and the location of the enemies, the rest is just mindless planning.
For them, such a battle is actually very easy.
Know thyself, ever-victorious.
"If the enemy doesn't have a gun in his hand, we shouldn't shoot. So as not to alert the concession patrol."
"If the enemy has a gun, fight quickly."
Zhang Yong gave final instructions.
It's best not to shoot. So as not to make too much noise.
However, if the enemy has a gun but you insist not to shoot, that won't work. That is seeking death in vain.
Their weapons were only five shell guns. and two Browning pistols.
One of them is in Zhang Yong's own hands. Obviously of no use. He's not good at charging into battle. No one else would let him do such a dangerous thing.
Therefore, his main role is to provide a "guidance".
According to the changes in the battle, monitor the enemy's movements at all times.
Not to mention, since the map was upgraded, it feels much easier to use. Especially in terms of combat command.
Basically, he can grasp the distribution of all people nearby.
Whether it is one of our own or the enemy.
In the past, maps could only mark the location of Japanese people, and there might be hidden Chinese people in them.
Now, all personnel are marked. This way you can prepare in advance. At the beginning of the war, everyone will definitely be treated as an enemy. to avoid being attacked.
"no……"
Zhou Wancan hesitated to speak.
He is very strange. How did Zhang Yong know what was going on inside the house?
This is a wild guess! Can you also know the approximate location of each enemy?
He has never been involved in reconnaissance...
What a mess!
However, Zhang Yong would not explain.
If you ask me, I will have clairvoyance...
I am a cultivator...
"superior!"
"superior!"
Yang Zhi waved his hand.
Qin Lishan was the first to go up and kick the door open.
In fact, the door is ajar. It's not locked. Opening the door, several people quickly rushed in.
Zhang Yong followed. No shots were heard. I guess I don't have a gun for the time being.
There were sounds of fighting inside. It should be the enemy who is resisting. But he was quickly overpowered.
After all, there are many people in Fuxing Society. If you fight several against each other, there will definitely be no problem.
Hold the person down and tie him up.
Follow up the stairs.
There was another fight with the two enemies upstairs.
"Bang!"
"Crash!"
It seems like a vase fell to the ground? It could also be a porcelain vase.
Anyway, the various sounds seem to indicate that a lot of things have landed. It seems the battle is fierce.
Still no gunfire.
Zhang Yong frowned involuntarily. its not right. The enemy actually doesn’t have a gun?
If there are weapons hidden inside, it is impossible for the enemy to use them.
Especially the two enemies upstairs have time to get their weapons. But no. What does this mean?
A bad feeling quietly emerged from behind.
Maybe Zhou Wancan's information is inaccurate.
Or maybe things have changed.
"Let me go in and take a look!" Zhou Wancan also felt something was wrong.
No shots were fired.
None of the enemies inside actually fired?
The enemy cannot be so stupid. Unless they don't have a gun in their hands.
That's it.
Sure enough, after rushing in, I was dumbfounded.
No weapons were found.
Not any firearms. Not even a bullet.
Every corner of the house had been searched. But no weapons were really found. Not even a dagger.
"It's you?"
An enemy recognized Zhou Wancan.
Zhou Wancan raised his hand and slapped him.
"What do you want to do, Zhou?" However, the enemy was not afraid of him.
"Where are the weapons and ammunition you brought back the day before yesterday?" Zhou Wancan asked angrily.
"Zhou Wancan, I knew you were here for them. Haha." The enemy laughed proudly, "But you came late. We moved last night."
"What?" Zhou Wancan's face suddenly turned ugly.
Was it transferred last night?
Mud...
I'm late.
"Who are they?" Zhang Yong asked casually.
"They are traitors from the Little Sword Society." Zhou Wancan replied harshly, "They have taken refuge in the Japanese. They are doing things for the Japanese. Traitors. Traitors!"
"Oh." Zhang Yong squatted down thoughtfully and looked at the enemy, "Where is Yan Ruzi?"
That enemy is actually quite strong. It is also the most difficult one to deal with. Qin Lishan and others spent a lot of effort to subdue him.
During the fight, Qin Lishan, Tong Luohan and others were injured. Fortunately, they were all skin injuries.
Of course, this strong man himself was seriously injured. The most serious injury was caused by Yang Zhi using a Browning pistol.
At that time, several strong men were fighting each other, and Yang Zhi was unable to intervene at all. Then suddenly I got an opportunity, so I smashed it. It's actually useless. A pistol can't kill anyone.
The strong man looked at Zhang Yong, "Who are you? What are you doing with her?"
"Charge some interest." Zhang Yong said lightly, "She owes me a lot of money."
"You're lying!" The strong man sneered, "If you want to kill us, just do it. If we frown..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly screamed.
But it was Zhang Yong who received a heavy kick in the crotch. No mercy at all. Cut off descendants.
Ruthless. insidious. Cold. ruthless. mean. Shameless.
With one kick, he sent the opponent rolling all over the floor, causing him to break out in cold sweat. Life is worse than death. But he was not unconscious.
"Where's Yan Ruzi?"
Zhang Yong asked the second enemy.
The enemy's face was pale, frightened and desperate.
The screams coming from the side made him feel terrified. He couldn't help but tighten his legs. However, he also knew it was useless.
If the other party...
Zhang Yong raised his leg.
"I said!"
"I said!"
"She's on Joffre Road!"
"She's on Joffre Road!"
(End of chapter)
