Looking at the crumbling steel cable suspension bridge that was blasted to the point of collapse, Zhou Changfeng couldn't help but sigh. He was lucky that these guys didn't use strong explosives during the blasting, and none of the two steel bridge pillars on the opposite side were blown apart.
"Sir, we have spare steel cables stored here to facilitate emergency repairs in situations like this." The defender's second lieutenant pointed back at a shed nearby.
Since it was not completely damaged and ready-made materials were available, the engineers could complete the repairs in about half a day.
"Let's wait for the engineering battalion of the large army to come to repair it. We have to continue on our way." After Zhou Changfeng finished speaking, he asked: "Are there any casualties among us?"
Xue Can immediately replied: "No one was injured or killed."
After a while, the specific losses of both sides were calculated. There were fifteen secret agents who came to attack the Nujiang Steel Cable Suspension Bridge, a total of four Englishmen and eleven Han Chinese.
The Ming army guarding the bridge suffered 16 casualties and 11 injuries. The casualties were mainly concentrated in the two squads on the east bank that were suddenly attacked at night.
Xue Can thoughtfully fiddled with an MP28 submachine gun and picked up a Winchester M1907. "Damn it, they have automatic guns, portable machine guns, shotguns, grenades, and explosive equipment. These guys have everything." You really came prepared.”
"This is the most critical point on the Sichuan-Tibet Line. Once we succeed, supply transportation will be interrupted for who knows how many days, and the main force of our brigade will also be blocked on the other side." Zhou Changfeng glanced sideways at the stone tablet next to the bridgehead on the west bank. It seems to be a reminder of the hardships of building this bridge.
He turned around and reprimanded the defending second lieutenant sternly: "You have even lost your basic vigilance. Is this too long of peace? Mines should be placed on the periphery of such key strongholds in wartime, and at least two of them should be deployed at the same time. Wandering sentry. Fortunately these guys didn't succeed, otherwise you would have been shot for neglecting your duties like this."
The latter knew that he had indeed taken it lightly, and at this moment he could only bow his head and admit his mistake.
After a while, Shuling really didn't expect that she would see Zhou Changfeng again in this form. The soldier escorting her kicked her in the leg and wrist, and then she knelt on the ground.
The expressionless Zhou Zhangfeng said coldly: "I said 'goodbye' before I left. I didn't expect that we would actually meet again in just a few days."
Shuling, whose body was covered with dust and bloodstains, was in a very embarrassed state. She hesitated to speak, and it took a while before she finally managed to say, "You were suspicious then, right?"
"To be honest, your performance is a bit crude. It's not difficult to detect." Zhou Changfeng changed the topic and said calmly: "Why do you want to collaborate with the enemy and treason?"
"I have not collaborated with the enemy. I have become a British citizen a long time ago."
"Interesting, do you know clearly what price you have to pay for your crimes?"
"Hanged...hanged." The pale Shuling spat out two words.
"That would be too much trouble. Shooting him would be convenient and trouble-free, right?" Zhou Changfeng replied half-jokingly.
He changed his gaze and waved his hand to order, "Get in the car and get ready to go. This woman will be kept and handed over to the military police for interrogation."
"Don't, don't... don't, you... just take me away."
"Oh why?"
"They're going to kill me."
Zhou Changfeng found it a bit funny. He pulled out his gun and shook it, "You made it sound like I wouldn't kill you."
Shuling's eyes dimmed suddenly.
At this time, someone came to ask for instructions and asked what to do with the seriously injured British female agent.
Two shell fragments were hit in the chest and abdomen, and her left arm was almost broken by a machine gun round. Blood loss and open pneumothorax made the life of "Mrs. Hoffmann" in danger.
"If we can rescue him, how sure are we?" Zhou Changfeng asked the military doctor sergeant beside him.
"The conditions here are limited, I guess...10%." The latter wasn't too sure either.
"10%? Uh... Then there's no need to waste it. Give her an injection of pain relief and then leave her alone."
"yes."
The ten injured defenders also needed treatment, so Zhou Changfeng assigned a military doctor sergeant and three medical soldiers to stay.
The others turned the vehicle around, then got in and set off. Before leaving, they also took Shuling with them, as well as some documents and small shortwave radio stations in several cars they parked a few miles away on the east coast. .
After reuniting with the convoy parked more than ten miles away, Zhou Changfeng had her tied up and stuffed into the trunk of his car, and then the convoy set off again.
He knocked on the trunk and said with a smile: "I gave you a chance to atone for your sins. When the time comes, it will be up to you whether you can seize the opportunity and use your merits to save your life."
Passing false information to mislead the British deployment? Although I don’t know what the success rate is, I might as well give it a try. It costs zero anyway.
Having an extra living trophy added a lot of fun to the boring march that followed. Zhou Changfeng learned that Shuling's real name was Liu Wanyun. He was in the wrong team and was persecuted and suppressed by people from other factions, and had to live in exile in England with his family.
The contrast between her wealthy childhood and her wandering girlhood was so great that the seeds of hatred were sown; MI6 started with this, and gradually turned her hatred of a certain faction into hatred of the Ming Dynasty. , and finally trained him to be a spy.
However, after passing the age of being passionate and easily deceived, as she grew older, Liu Wanyun, who had rich experience, gradually looked away. She also knew that it was childish to expand the target of hatred, but she never had the courage. Apply to resign and return to normal life.
While parking the car to rest, Liu Wanyun was temporarily released and released.
She sighed: "After so many years of meticulous work, I have nothing to gain, and I still dare not make up my mind to live the life of an ordinary person."
Zhou Changfeng, who was leaning on the car door, joked: "It sounds like you are very good at being a spy. As soon as I got back, I asked the inspection department to find people from other factories, but those guys were perfunctory, otherwise there would be no one. It’s about today.”
"In the past seven years, I have come into contact with at least thirty or forty officers, and I have never been exposed. You are the only exception."
"Oh, then...maybe I'm lucky."
Liu Wanyun shook her head slightly, stared into his eyes and said word for word: "No, based on my intuition...the difference between you and them is really not small."
Hearing this, Zhou Changfeng's eyes were a little erratic, and he was silent for a few seconds before replying vaguely: "The world is full of wonders, and it is normal for there to be a few weirdos."
Seeing that he was unwilling to respond directly, Liu Wanyun also wisely stopped the topic.
After a while, when everyone started to have lunch, she suddenly asked again: "Now that good news is coming from the front line frequently, how do you feel?"
Zhou Changfeng, who was scooping out canned meat with an iron spoon, casually replied: "What do you think? I'm... very happy."
"Won't you regret not having the opportunity to make a contribution?" Liu Wanyun felt that he was very different from those young officers who kept talking about killing the enemy, serving the country, and making a name for themselves.
"I just missed a small scene, no regrets."
Liu Wanyun's question made Zhou Changfeng stunned. He answered casually and then fell into deep thought.
To be honest, although he had traveled through time for several days, he felt that he still had not fully adapted to the new world and new identity. In particular, he was troubled by some key issues - his previous outlook on life, values, pursuits, beliefs, etc. Shouldn't it change?
This confused state makes him especially lack a sense of belonging, and the result is that he has never been very enthusiastic about current things.
No matter what, the most important thing is to find the value of life - what on earth are you here to do?
In the past few days, I was either too busy or dizzy due to altitude sickness and had no time to think about it, but now it is different.
