Although Wang Yan has always killed with one hit, when it comes to using guns, he is not someone who pursues headshots with guns. Especially at this moment, he is using a standard pistol specially designed for Japanese special agents. He has never fired these guns before and cannot grasp the ballistics. Even at close range, the furthest distance is only more than ten meters, and he will not risk a headshot. Instead, aim at the upper chest, where the heart and lungs are located. If you hit it with one shot, whether you die or not, you will definitely lose combat effectiveness.
So an interesting phenomenon is that all six people inside the door were shot in the chest. The eight people standing outside the door fence were all hit near the eyes. This is because the ballistics of the first three shots on the left and right hands have been grasped, and you can hit wherever you point. However, it is difficult to get a headshot. After all, the little devils are wearing steel helmets, and the southern pistol is not so powerful to penetrate them.
Under the dim light at the door, the eyes of the little Japanese soldier under the helmet's brim suddenly exploded, and the flesh and blood flew into the air. The eight little Japanese soldiers outside were killed instantly.
At this time, the guerrilla fighters who were ambushing on both sides rushed out. Wang Yan could see clearly. The soldiers who were charging forward even had an excited smile on their faces. They raised their guns and were about to fire, but they suddenly stopped and were caught. The people behind hugged him and pushed forward, the sly smiles on their faces disappeared, replaced by confusion.
Wang Yan didn't pay much attention. He calmly raised his gun and reloaded the heads of the little Japanese who were shot in the chest and fell to the ground one by one. Then he turned around and ran towards the prison cell in Building A. On the way, two guns appeared with full magazines. Counting the bullets that triggered the top fire, the two guns had a total of thirty-four rounds.
At this moment, there was loud gunfire everywhere inside the prison. Several squads of Japanese soldiers patrolling the prison had already heard the gunfire and rushed towards their dormitory in battle formation, but obviously, this had no effect.
It is now 1938. These small Japanese army soldiers are well-trained and have strong combat effectiveness. However, they were organized field battles, urban battles, encounters, etc. They are not like today's calculations, prepared and unprepared.
With four towers in hand, when these sixty or seventy people ran nearby, they encountered intensive machine gun fire. The machine gun bullets with strong impact will turn into a piece of flesh after grazing the body. If they hit the body, the mortal flesh and blood will even be torn apart, and the remaining limbs and arms will be scattered.
The gunfire in the dormitory was also the sound of the American submachine gun provided by Wang Yan. Little Japan was sleeping in bed when he was awakened by the explosion and was greeted by a shuttle in the sky.
As for the people of various identities in the cell, they were all boiling at the moment. The sound of howling was not even worse than the intensive gunshots. Even if you are a fool, you should know at this moment that someone is coming to attack the prison. So what awaits them? Freedom from torture, no doubt.
Wang Yan ran very fast and rushed directly into the prison cell in Building A. There were two Japanese soldiers standing guard at the door here. They were attracted by the gunfire and rushed out with their Sanba Gai. Killed by machine guns on the tower...
Arriving inside the prison, a strange damp smell hit his face. Although the smell was not disgusting, it was still very impactful. It's obvious that life is not good for people in jail here.
This is really a normal thing. There is no such thing as "human rights" in this day and age. Once you go to prison, you have no control over your life and death, and it is in the hands of others. The food here is not much better than pig food, and there is no need to think about oil and water. There are often infectious and malignant diseases here, and no one comes to treat them. Occasionally, someone would come to torture them, scrape out the last money they had, and then die miserably in prison.
Wang Yan stopped at the door and got used to the unpleasant smell. At the same time, he shot and killed two Chinese guards who came out with guns. As for whether they were really traitorous lackeys or had no choice but to devote themselves to making a living, that was not within his scope of consideration. Innocent Just let the innocent go, whoever takes the gun will die.
Ignoring the excited shouts of others in the prison, Wang Yan looked coldly at the two guards who walked out tremblingly with their hands raised: "Where are the keys to the third and fourth floors?"
"In the house."
"Take it out and give it to me, quickly!" Wang Yan shot over and hit them at their feet, scaring the two of them and running back. He was not afraid of the two men going back to get guns, because no one was faster than him. To him, killing two people with guns was no different from killing two children.
Not long after, the two men came out cautiously holding several large plates of keys: "These are the keys to all the prisons in this building. This is the third floor, and this is the fourth floor."
Wang Yan took the keys to the third and fourth floors and picked up the two pistols on the ground: "Stand right here. If you take the gun, you will die."
After saying that, Wang Yan quickly ran to the third floor, killed the two night guards with guns at the stairs, and then ran inside.
It is undoubtedly very easy to manage to imprison high-level important people together. Basically, any warden with a normal mind will do this. Instead of locking one here and one there. The prison's defense strength ensures that no one will be crazy and want to rob the prison.
These senior members of both parties who did not surrender were actually of good character. Otherwise, they would not have been able to survive the torture. Especially when there is really no other way, electrocution will be carried out, which is a very cruel punishment and also causes great damage to the body. There is no doubt that those who persisted have basically experienced electrocution, which shows their tenacity.
So even though they knew that there was only an iron fence between them and freedom, most people were relatively calm. They all held on to the fence, stared at Wang Yan closely, and trembled their lips without speaking. But there might as well be someone who can't control himself and shouts loudly.
In fact, these people are not necessarily pure. It is not impossible for the Japanese to send one of their own people to beat them and throw them in to deceive the trust of these people.
But Wang Yan didn't have time to tell. He just shot two people at the feet of the two people who were shouting on the railing to shut them up.
He stepped forward, and with a scarred face and a pair of longing eyes looking at him, he shouted loudly: "Who is Feng Zhaochun?"
Someone immediately answered loudly: "He's upstairs!"
Wang Yan walked over and approached the fence in a few steps, staring closely into his eyes: "Who are you?"
"Song Jindong, former Shanghai underground party organization and united front officer!"
He looked into Wang Yan's sharp, coercive eyes without any evasion. His eyes shone with the light of faith and were unwavering. But there were tears. His hands holding the fence were shaking uncontrollably...
Wang Yan nodded lightly, turned to look at the other people in the cell, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand: "Do you all know them?"
"know!"
"Can you still run?"
"able!"
Wang Yan turned around and came to the door. He took out Han Feng, who had been carrying it behind him in order to hide others' eyes, and slashed down along the gap in the door, directly breaking the door lock and Han Feng broke the gold.
He took out the pistol he just picked up downstairs and stuffed it into Song Jindong's hand: "Give it to someone you trust."
Song Jindong turned around without hesitation and put the pistol into the hands of the people on his left and right. Wang Yan took out the keys to the prison on the third floor and handed them to them: "Open the doors of all cells. No matter who they are, they are unorganized and undisciplined, and dare to step on them." Take one step outside the gate and execute him.”
After speaking, Wang Yan looked at Song Jindong: "Take me to find them first, as well as the important comrades of our party and the Kuomintang you think, and gather them first to prevent them from getting separated."
Important refers to the level. They must have communicated after being locked up in prison for so long. The secrets we hold cannot be revealed, but the level and position are basically open to the public here. After all, when they are arrested, they are basically betrayed by others. If they don't speak, others will speak, and their identity is not a secret.
Song Jindong had no unnecessary nonsense. According to the list, he first led Wang Yan to find more than ten people in the prison cell on the third floor. Wang Yan opened the iron door with a knife and led them to the fourth floor.
There were also two Chinese people on night watch here, but at this moment the gunshots outside had become sparse. The two men wisely threw their guns far away and squatted together with their heads held in their hands. It was important to save their lives.
Wang Yan ignored these two people and let Song Jindong behind him to lead him to find someone. He also asked the other two to open the lock with guns and keys.
Those on this floor are indeed senior personnel, and the remaining people are detained on this floor. It's just that none of them are in good condition. They are all wearing thin rags and have no fingernails or toenails. Through the rags, you can see the old and new scars crisscrossing inside. Some are even blind. It is really not easy to live with missing limbs.
Feng Zhaochun was the last one to be found. He was in very bad health and couldn't move while lying on the cold bed. But when he saw Wang Yan breaking the door lock with a knife and coming in, his eyes brightened. His hand holding Wang Yan's arm, even though it was shaking, But very powerful.
Asking someone in good health to carry him, Wang Yan looked at the more than 80 people from the two parties who gathered around him to support each other, and shouted loudly: "You will go out in three minutes. Your ability is limited, so you can only take these comrades with you." If you feel you have fighting ability, you can go to the defenders' dormitory and the prison's arsenal later to get weapons and break out together. If you don't have fighting ability, then find a way to escape. We will block the Japanese reinforcements and buy time for you. Take care. , I hope you can escape. The resistance against Japan will be victorious! China will stand on top of the world! Long live communism! Long live the Chinese nation!"
Wang Yan raised his arms and shouted slogans to give them strength. There was only silence for a moment, and the next moment, the tenacious soldiers trapped on the fourth floor started chanting along with Wang Yan's slogans. Although there were many members of the Kuomintang among them, at this moment, they were shouting the same slogan.
All they know now is that it was the Red Party people who came to save them, and they have not only saved the Red Party people, nor have they given up on the Kuomintang people. Then they don't mind shouting slogans, and it doesn't matter if they escape and know the truth.
The Red Party's rescue of these people was, on the one hand, a peripheral operation. The Loyalty and National Salvation Army was the main force, and they invested more troops. Another aspect is the humanitarian relief provided by the Anti-Japanese National United Front. These Kuomintang people are really resisting Japan, and they are really strong and unyielding. They did not surrender in the face of severe torture, so they should be rescued. As for the last aspect, some conspirators say that these people are all important figures in the Kuomintang. After they return home and take good care of themselves, they will all be reused. With this fate, if we go back and get in touch and fight for it, it is not impossible for us to become a family...
The sounds ranged from uneven to neat, from low to loud, from the fourth floor to the third floor, from the third floor to the entire building A. From Building A, it spread to every corner of the prison.
The night is getting thicker, the gunshots are fading, and the unyielding shouts are rushing into the darkness. What is surging is blood, what is immortal is faith, and in the tearful eyes is the light of hope that breaks through the darkness, that is the spark that starts a prairie fire... …
Amidst the shouting, Wang Yan took more than 80 important members of the two parties downstairs, and two trucks happened to drive over with their headlights on. There were also soldiers running here covered in blood to help put these people into the car. At this time, people in several other buildings had already begun to run out. They were obviously released by the guerrillas.
In addition to members of the two political parties and peripheral progressives and patriots, there are also many criminal gangsters detained here. There is no doubt that those who are bent on running away at this time are probably those gangsters. This is also Wang Yan The reason why he was not released first.
What he wants to ensure is that all the people on the list are taken away, and other important personnel are saved as many as possible. If they were all released in a swarm, they would be scattered and the operation would fail.
After all these people got on the truck, people in Building A also began to come out. Many people ran to Little Japan's dormitory and warehouse with clear goals. They were all familiar with this place, so they were very decisive.
Wang Yan raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was already twelve fifteen, and the Japanese troops were already on their way. He looked at the honest guerrilla leader who ran in front of him and said: "There are eighty-seven members of the two parties riding on the bicycle, including all the people on the list. The Japanese should have reacted by now. They are dividing their troops and rushing here. According to the current situation of being attacked everywhere, and considering the size of this prison, I estimate that the number of troops they sent is only 500. I am a sharpshooter and can contain them for a while. Now retreat quickly, and leave if it is too late. No more. Comrade, take care!"
"There are thirty of us. We have laid mines on the way they came. They will retreat in five minutes." The captain stood at attention, saluted, and nodded heavily: "Take care!"
He didn't ask much whether one person could contain the possible reinforcements of four, five or six hundred. The order he received was that he just had to follow what the person said and cooperate well.
Wang Yan didn't say anything. He turned around and snatched the 38 cap from a passing young soldier. He took down his bag of bullets and ran toward a classic car in the distance. He quickly started the car and walked out of the gate. Exit and turn north. The Japanese garrison will come in that direction. This place is actually quite remote. There is only one main road, and when the Japanese reinforcements come, that is the same road.
He took the gun just to cover up the space. Otherwise, what would he do if he went out with bare hands to fight the enemy?
Driving away from the prison, Wang Yan observed the situation on both sides. Bombs had been placed on the road. It would be bad if they blew up for him first. Fortunately, he discovered the hiding place of the guerrilla fighters who were blocking reinforcements.
He drifted, turned the car around, and parked the car on the side of the road. Then he got out of the car with a gun in hand and waved his hand into the darkness: "The operation is successful. Retreat quickly. I will stop the enemy."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cry of "take care" was heard, and the thirty people hiding nearby all dropped their heads, turned around and ran away. Nothing like the back-and-forth stuff that happens in TV dramas happened. The organizational discipline is there, and the time to retreat has come. Since someone has cut off the rear, then do it. If you don't run away quickly, what are you waiting for? There is not so much verbosity.
Wang Yan climbed to the roof of a house on the side of the road, took advantage of the terrain, lit a cigarette and lay there looking at the light of car headlights flashing in the distance.
The Japanese responded quickly. Even when reinforcements were needed in so many places, it only took more than twenty minutes to send troops to get here. They should have heard the constant gunshots, determined the direction, and then urgently contacted the prison to confirm that they could not be contacted, and then contacted the garrison, gendarmerie, etc. It can be said that the decision is basically made immediately, and it will not take more than seven or eight minutes. Counting the time it took for the soldiers to gather and set out and on their way, we are now here.
It may seem that the joint operation of the Loyal National Salvation Army and the Red Party guerrillas will not be helpful, but in fact it is not so. Because without their actions, the number of troops sent would not be the 500 men he had expected. They might even be able to pull out a 1,000-man brigade, and at the same time there would be hundreds of military police reinforcements, which they would not be able to deal with. the power of.
There was someone in the house below. Wang Yan even heard the child crying, and then disappeared. I imagine that at this time, this family must be hiding together fearfully, trembling helplessly.
At the same time, he also saw a few idiots running from the direction of the prison in the dark, which also led to the dock. They probably wanted to sneak through, hide in the cargo hold of a ship, and then escape from Shanghai to other places. Anywhere.
Wang Yan firmly believes that these people will never be from the two parties, but can only be those hooligans with a little cleverness, because people from the two parties are not so stupid. They would run towards the French Concession, the Public Concession, or follow the retreating troops and run desperately until they ran out of Shanghai. At worst, he would go to the countryside around Shanghai and pretend to beg for food. Take good care of your health bit by bit, look for opportunities to leave Shanghai, and find your way home.
They ignored them. The landmines were placed on the road and they did not dare to run away on the road. Wang Yan threw away the cigarette butt, straightened his body, adjusted his shooting posture, pulled the bolt and loaded the gun, and waited patiently for the Japanese reinforcement convoy to arrive.
The truck was moving very quickly and had already arrived not far away. As expected, the leading car hit the mine, which was so powerful that it overturned the entire car on the road. The soldiers in the car also suffered heavy casualties. The truck was overturned at a good angle, and it was lying completely across the road. It can be seen that the person who planted the mines was also a talented person, which seriously hindered the progress of the convoy behind.
The Japanese troops at the back began to jump out of the car, aiming their guns at both sides of the road vigilantly. At the same time, soldiers came quickly to check the casualties. Everything was in an orderly manner.
Wang Yan aimed at a person who looked like a leader. He was nearly a hundred meters away and it was dark, so he couldn't see the rank clearly. Based on his feeling, he directly pulled the trigger, and luckily, he knocked down the little devil who was like a squad leader with one shot. He quickly loaded the gun again and killed the man next to the squad leader, Xiao Nippon.
These two gunshots became the trigger for a one-to-five-hundred encounter. Wang Yan's gunfire had just fallen, and in the next moment, dense bullets were fired at him, making it impossible for him to raise his head.
Wang Yan was not in a hurry. He jumped off the roof, climbed over the eaves and walls, and ran to another roof. He fired two more shots, knocking down a kid who was being shot with a machine gun and the kid next to him.
Then he jumped off the roof and ran to another wall. In the process, he retracted his gun and entered the space. He quickly reloaded with the help of the power of space. He knocked down two more with two shots.
Then he stopped firing and quietly sneaked forward, getting closer to the Japanese army.
Killing six with six shots had exposed all the information. There is only one person, a sharpshooter who is very good at shooting and can shoot very quickly, not far away. Wang Yan wanted to let them know this information and create a tense atmosphere.
Because his mission was not to fly kites with these little Japanese and kill as many people as possible, but to delay them as long as possible so that the large troops could evacuate safely. Each time, he could fire two shots quickly and kill two Japanese soldiers. Obviously, no one wants to be those two people. Invisibly, there will be a lot of pressure in their hearts.
Obviously, the Japanese also understand what he means. So after a while of shouting and yelling, several teams of troops dispersed on both sides of the street, entered the houses on the roadside, looked for bunkers, and began to approach in his direction. There were also little Japs behind who began to set up machine guns to provide fire suppression.
Wang Yan knocked down the machine gunner and the kid next to him, and once again braved the hail of bullets to move his position, and approached forward. He took a look at a group of little Japanese approaching, took out the grenade from the space, and pulled down the ring. He was very confident. After waiting for two seconds, he threw it with his arms turned. The grenade exploded next to the group of people, and the scattered shrapnel instantly knocked down half of the little Japs in the group.
For this operation, he basically cleared the space and loaded it all with ammunition. Two cubic meters is not big, but if it only contains a few guns and the rest are bullets and grenades, the firepower is enough.
He just used his gun to shoot at the little Japanese who were providing fire support in the distance. He occasionally fired his gun to blow out truck tires. From time to time, he took out grenades from the space and threw them to the Japanese soldiers who came over. At the same time, he also kept changing positions with extreme flexibility. Taking advantage of the night and terrain, a favorable combat space was created.
He has space and can provide ammunition without losing weight. It is night now. If he doesn't shoot, Little Japan will not be able to find his men. The terrain is favorable, there are private houses, and there is room to move. He even ran to the rear of Little Japan. A cold shot, coupled with his own strong physical strength and perfect marksmanship, these are the reasons why he has the confidence to block five hundred people by himself.
If it were daytime, Little Japan would have started to shell him with artillery...
The fierce battle lasted for a while, and Wang Yan stopped firing again. The little Japanese who just came over to outflank him was either shot to death by him, or was blown up by a grenade. He was lying on the ground screaming in pain. He also blew out all the tires of the car, and killed several imps who looked like commanders.
The little devils were beaten so hard that they no longer dared to make any extra moves, because in the past time, Wang Yan had fired in all directions in front, back, left, and right of them. They could not lock their position if he shot in different places. Moreover, the marksmanship is so accurate that anyone who shouts and gives orders will definitely die in the next wave of attacks. As a result, they now have few commanders left, and all high-ranking officers have been shot to death.
Ordinary soldiers also lost their fighting spirit because it was so terrifying. They didn't know where the enemy was, and they didn't know when a grenade would fly over. Every time two gunshots were fired, two of them would die. How can we fight this battle?
They simply discovered that as long as they stayed where they were and didn't think about rushing to the prison, let alone sending people to outflank and kill the damn Chinese, they would be fine. In addition, the commanders were almost dead, and the remaining high-level soldiers did not dare to give orders anymore. These big-headed soldiers did not even raise their guns, they just stood there holding their guns, looking up at the dark sky. Fanxing misses their hometown. It has been a year since they came out, and they don’t know how their family is doing. Some people have even smoked cigarettes to relieve the tension between life and death, as well as their attachment to their hometown...
What broke their homesickness for their hometown was the sound of a car engine in the distance. They watched the car drive away. Until this time, the remaining commander in the team took a look at the time with the lighter on his body. It's already one o'clock. That terrifying and damned Chinese man made their team of 500 people stay here for more than 30 minutes just by one person.
The commander shouted desperately, asking them to gather quickly. Some of them gathered the bodies of the dead imperial soldiers and rescued the wounded, while the other group immediately headed towards the prison to provide support. As for the car that left in a fair way, no one mentioned it. They just ran towards the prison quickly.
Wang Yan drove by the prison and was stopped by the military police who came first. He generously took out his Japanese ID and was let go without even asking about his whereabouts. As for the prison car that I drove, there were no computers connected to the Internet in this era, so it couldn't be checked for a while.
He drove to Maohai Road openly, changed into the car he drove over before, and then drove on the road openly. Now the entire Hongkou is under martial law. The military police are running back and forth, checking house to house. They have begun to look for escaped prisoners. He just handed over the certificate, and then spoke in an authentic Guandong accent, saying that he had important things to do, and then scolded the damn Chinese people for being so abominable and not letting anyone sleep in the middle of the night. The brothers of the gendarmerie were really working hard.
Just like that, he drove into the public concession in a grand manner, at the intersection where he came from. He used the same rhetoric, but added that Yoko Minami sent him to do his own thing. It was even simpler with the foreign devils. I still remembered him, spent some more money, and arrived at the public concession, making a perfect escape.
He went to a safe house and changed the car plate first, which was registered. As for the car issue, his car is the Ford with the highest sales volume, without any special features. There are so many people with cars on the beach that I can't find him.
Then he ran upstairs, opened the window, took out the radio station that had been placed in advance, set up the radio antenna, and after adjusting it, began to send reports to Chongqing. If there is an action, he must report it. What he did and what he saw must be reported in detail. At that time, it will be combined with reports from other aspects to support each other and assign credit.
After receiving recognition and praise from the organization again, Wang Yan washed away the smell of gunpowder smoke from his body with cold water in this house, changed his clothes, and put on makeup again. The space was cleared again, the radio was put in, and the other guns and ammunition were put into boxes. He opened the door and went downstairs, drove the car to a secret warehouse and parked it, throwing the weapons and ammunition in the car. He took a bicycle and returned to the French Concession. Then he went to the safe house where he came from, restored his original appearance, and changed back to his previous appearance.
Although Wang Yan had no intention of riding his bicycle back, he couldn't help but shake his head when he saw that the bicycle he had parked just now disappeared. Then he turned and left, hiding his figure, and returned to the prince's residence in the French Concession.
There was not so much generosity in this night's action. There is no doubt that the comrades who were arrested were miserable. They were in a good mood after being rescued, but those who rescued others were in a bad mood. But those who rescued people did not say a word, and those who were rescued did not complain or talk about the organization not forgetting me and forcing themselves to make drama. Some were just nervously racing against time and dealing with the enemy.
Wang Yan had previously reported to Chongqing that he had not received any news about those people. They must have not escaped the pursuit of the Japanese and were on their way to escape. But I guess it wasn't a big problem, because everything went smoothly.
If the evacuation does not go smoothly, Wang Yan has no choice, because he has done everything he can...
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