"I just received an order from my boss."
Fa Zheng looked at his brothers in front of him: "Manila's military police and special agents are about to dispatch in large numbers to encircle and suppress the guerrillas.
The boss said that we have too much free time, and if we don’t move around, the joints in our bodies may become rusty. "
Xu Zhu was the first to respond: "To be honest, the boss understands us. I am really bored every day. Unlike Lao Li, I can still stay with the boss every day."
"Get ready to go."
Fazheng looked at the time and said, "Let's make a big fuss in Manila!"
Let's make a scene in Manila!
These are all legendary agents from China!
Each of these people crawled out from the pile of dead people.
Now, in this land, they will once again stage a legend!
…
Early morning, 3 o'clock.
All the agents have been assembled.
The gendarmerie were also heavily armed.
A faint smile appeared on Meng Shaoyuan's lips.
Ghost Shadow should have sent this information out.
Then, the Allied Intelligence Department will find ways to notify the guerrillas by telegram.
Takuma Shintani also walked out.
He nodded to Meng Shaoyuan without being noticed.
The ghost really appeared again.
And Meng Shaoyuan has already guessed who this ghost is!
"Report!"
Iwate walked over and said, "All personnel, assembled!"
"very good!"
Takuma Shintani looked serious: "Shibu Taniguchi, you will have full command of this mission. We must also destroy those guerrillas!"
"Understood!" Meng Shaoyuan replied loudly: "We will definitely live up to your expectations!"
…
Captain Moore checked his watch.
He never thought that one day, he, a U.S. Air Force pilot, would become the commander of the guerrillas.
However, the combat effectiveness of these local Filipino guerrillas disappointed him.
To expect these people to do anything great is simply a fantasy.
"Neal."
Captain Moore called over a guerrilla commander who was a true local.
"Sir, what are your orders?" Neil asked quickly.
Captain Moore said easily: "We are going to receive a batch of airdrop supplies. You leave two squads here."
"Yes, sir."
"Well."
After Captain Moore gave his instructions, he set off with the rest of the guerrillas.
"Captain, do we have an airdrop?"
Jim asked curiously.
"No, we don't have an airdrop!"
"What do you mean?"
"I received a telegram from Allied Intelligence that the Japanese army would attack our hideout."
As soon as Captain Moore finished speaking, Jim was shocked: "Then you still keep Neil?"
"I don't want to either, but this also comes from an order from the intelligence department." Captain Moore lit a cigarette: "They asked me to stay in two squads to deal with the Japanese and hold them back as much as possible."
"Oh my God." Jim said in a low voice: "With their fighting capabilities, maybe not even one of the two classes can survive."
"I can only wish them good luck, Jim." Captain Moore said calmly.
…
Neil had no idea what was going on.
But in his opinion, since the Americans allowed him to stay and command two squads of soldiers, it was a sign of trust in him.
Neil vowed not to betray that trust.
He dutifully inspected the defense lines and arranged for guerrillas to be on duty.
Until he confirmed that everything was arranged, this time I would rest.
It's late at night, eleven o'clock.
…
"Your Excellency, according to the confession, the guerrilla camp is right ahead."
It's already dawn.
Meng Shaoyuan picked up the telescope, looked forward for a while, and waved his hand.
Li Zhifeng stood beside him.
Not to mention, the way the boss waved his hands really looked like those Japanese officers who had to die a good death.
The Japanese army quietly moved over from both wings.
…
Its daybreak.
These people from Fa Zheng entered Manila in several batches.
They did not carry any weapons.
After entering Manila, Fazheng immediately rushed to the agreed meeting place.
At 7 o'clock, all the brothers arrived at the meeting point on time.
A familiar figure appeared.
Xiao Zhong!
…
"Damn, how do these Japanese know we are here!"
Neil let out a desperate roar.
The Japanese attack was too sudden.
Under the intense firepower of the opponent, the guerrillas suffered heavy casualties as soon as they met.
Moreover, they have been surrounded.
"No, no, I don't want to die!"
A guerrilla dropped his gun in fear, then rushed out of the hiding place and ran towards the Japanese, shouting:
"Don't shoot, don't shoot, I surrender!"
However, a string of bullets quickly turned him into a hornet's nest!
…
"This is the weapon you need."
Xiao Zhong pointed to the weapons piled in the room and said easily: "The gendarmerie and spies are almost out in force. You can do whatever you want in Manila."
As he spoke, he pointed to a stack of paper on the table: "It has detailed markings on some important departments of Manila, as well as the topographic map of Manila."
…
"Stop shooting!"
Meng Shaoyuan gave an order, and the gunshots that had been intensive just now quieted down in an instant.
To be honest, Meng Shaoyuan enjoyed this feeling.
Not only can he command special agents, he can also command a large group of Japanese soldiers.
This feels good.
At this time, Fazheng and the others have already started taking action in Manila, right?
…
Asada Society, Manila.
President Asada has been in a very bad mood recently.
Originally, he also wanted to leave Manila with the "Awa Maru".
However, his request was rejected.
Just like when Masukawa was rejected for the first time, the Japanese side believed that his stay in Manila was still useful.
He was originally a spy of the Japanese private spy organization.
After arriving in Manila, he took advantage of the Asada Club's convenience and has been conducting surveillance missions secretly.
To this end, he assisted the Manila secret service and arrested many members of the resistance organization.
Originally, this was something he was proud of, but now it has become the biggest reason preventing him from leaving Manila!
Asada was extremely frustrated.
He opened the door, took a look at the morning in Manila, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Is this President Asada?" A young man walked towards him and asked respectfully.
"It's me." Asada replied coldly.
"Your Excellency, President, there is something I would like you to take a look at."
The young man came closer and reached into his pocket.
Asada was also a little curious, so he naturally came over.
When the young man took his hand out of his pocket, it turned out to be an extremely sharp dagger.
Before Asada could react, the dagger had deftly pierced his heart.
"goodbye!"
Xu Zhu smiled and left here without looking back.
Asada's hands grasped the wall and he slowly fell down.
He wanted to scream for help.
However, the word "help" was in my throat, but no sound came out!
