In an alley on Wutong Street, Zuo Zhong frowned as he looked at the quiet Qiuju Bookstore. The flow of people here was too large and the crowds could not be evacuated quickly. The Japanese would probably notice it.
Wu Chunyang walked over with a cat-like posture: "It has been confirmed that the bookstore is not open to the public today. It should be that the Japanese are afraid that their appearance will be seen, so they can be free to attack later."
Zuo Zhong nodded after listening. It would be better if the Japanese didn't have any hostages. If you think about professional soldiers and hostages, you know how troublesome it would be. There would definitely be casualties.
But one wave came after another. It had just been confirmed that there were no hostages, and there was another problem with the evacuation. Many guests were unwilling to be taken away by the agents.
He decisively ordered: "Place the crowd in other stores first, handcuff the troublemakers, and start the attack immediately. The houses here are made of solid cement structures, and the use of grenades is allowed."
With Zuo Zhong's order, the agents who had endured it for a long time knocked out more than a dozen thorny heads. Seeing this scene, the guests were all honest now.
The action agents who had been prepared for a long time were divided into groups on the left and one on the right and approached the target along the shops on both sides. However, when they were still twenty or thirty meters away from the door of the bookstore, three Japanese agents rushed out with guns.
One of the Japanese agents used an MP18 to fire at the other side of the road for cover shooting, while the other two Japanese agents simultaneously threw out tactical grenades in a very fierce style.
"Da da da."
"Boom, boom, boom."
The corner where Zuo Zhong was hiding was beaten into pieces, and the other agents were forced back by submachine guns. Fortunately, the riflemen who were on high alert reacted in time and shot at the Japanese who rushed out.
Unfortunately, due to the hasty aim and shooting, and the fact that the opponent was always in motion, the rifleman only wounded one person. Upon seeing this, the other two Japanese agents rushed back to the first floor of the bookstore, dragging their injured accomplice.
The operational agents are the elite of the intelligence department. They are based on the manpower that wiped out Director Chen's opium den at that time, and were composed of elite military personnel who have undergone rigorous training. They have experienced several actual combats and are very capable.
So when they saw the Japanese, their reaction was not to fight back, but to immediately seek cover. This was not cowardice, but there was no need to fight to the death with the other side, as other brothers would drive the other side back.
They rushed directly into the store next to them, using the walls and furniture in the store as bunkers. After the two grenades exploded, only two people were slightly injured, and the other team members were unscathed.
All this happened in a flash of lightning. Both parties were the most elite spies in their respective countries. They fought back and forth, and no one took advantage. Both sides knew the strength of the other.
"These little Japanese react so quickly." Wu Chunyang cursed in a low voice.
Zuo Zhong was not surprised: "It doesn't matter. They have no hostages. The outcome is already determined. Let the machine gunners cover and not give the other side a chance to show their faces."
Following his order.
On the roof of the shop opposite Qiu Ju Bookstore, three Czech guns fired short bursts. Not only were the Japanese on the first floor of the bookstore unable to rush out, but other Japanese spies on the second and third floors were also suppressed.
Jiang Jincai hid behind a concrete pillar and shouted loudly: "Machine gunners and sharpshooters, immediately shoot down the Chinese machine guns and build concealed shooting positions at the windows to suppress the Chinese attack."
"Hai!"
By this time, there was no point in hiding their identity. These former soldiers from the Kwantung Army seemed to have returned to the army. They were so calm that they covered each other and touched the window of the bookstore.
The first ones to shoot were two sharpshooters, who used Japanese standard weapons, Sakamoto rifles. They shot at the machine gunners of the Secret Service on the second and third floors respectively.
The two of them did not look at the results after the fight. They bent down and hid behind the wall. One person reported: "Report, the Chinese are on the roof. Our angle cannot effectively suppress them. Request fire support."
Jiang Jincai gritted his teeth. They didn't have any heavy weapons for the fire support. No, he suddenly thought of a weapon and shouted: "Hey! Shooter! Fire the grenade."
A small man emerged from among the Japanese agents, holding a small cylinder in his hand and several fragmentation grenades hanging from his waist. He rolled to the window and lay down with the sharpshooter and machine gunner.
"You guys take cover, I want to observe the enemy's machine gun position."
"Hai."
The shooter simply arranged the task, then crouched behind the wall and waited until everyone else fired at the opponent's machine gun. He quickly exposed his head and glanced around, roughly measuring the distance.
Zuo Zhong was in the alley and was startled by the Japanese counterattack. He still refused to give up at this point and used rifles and machine guns to hit the high ground with low fire. This was of no use against the machine gun positions of the Secret Service.
But to be on the safe side, he shouted above his head: "Change the position, the little Japanese sharpshooter is very powerful, just change the position after a few shots."
"Yes, section chief."
The machine gunners were very obedient and conveyed orders to each other. After firing the bullets in their magazines, they crawled along the roof ridge to other locations for transfer.
Zuo Chong was relieved when he saw that his men had moved away. He stretched his head to look towards the bookstore, and then he saw something with white smoke coming towards him in a parabola.
"Grenade!"
He recognized what this thing was at a glance. A grenade launched from a small Japanese grenade, with an effective range of 200 meters. The Secret Service had also collected intelligence on this weapon.
Zuo Zhong pulled back Wu Chunyang, who was looking around, and fell to the ground holding his head. The other agents didn't know what happened, but they followed suit and fell down, and soon there was a loud noise above everyone's heads.
"Boom."
Broken bricks and wooden blocks from the roof fell from the air, immediately injuring several people. Wu Chunyang was the most unlucky, with a shivering piece of shrapnel missing from his butt, and he was injured by a stray bullet again.
Zuo Zhong shook the dust off his head and shouted: "Enter the store through the back door, don't stay outside, MD, the Japanese don't respect martial ethics, so don't blame me, the Air Force instructor is here!"
"I'm here, sir." The conductor was very calm. Compared with the guidance tasks on the front line, this was a small scene. The mountains of artillery shells during the Northern Expedition were much more powerful than hand grenades.
As Zuo Zhong pulled Wu Chunyang towards the store, he shouted: "Immediately give guidance to the planes in the sky and ask them to kill these bastards with machine guns. Do you want us to do anything for you?"
The conductor glanced outside and said, "Let's light a fire at the front entrance of the store. We really can't throw a smoke bomb to mark it. Anyway, it's just a machine gun attack, not a bomb. There should be no accidental damage."
While the two were talking, the Japanese fired several more grenades with grenades, causing Wutong Street to rumble. Only then did the evacuated guests realize how dangerous the situation was.
Zuo Zhong handed Wu Chunyang to other agents, walked back to the corner, and patted his waist on the side of the action team across the street. The team members took out grenades, flash bombs, and smoke bombs.
He gestured with three characters, and then pointed at the main entrance of the bookstore and made a throwing motion. The action team members understood. Several agents shot at the Japanese who suppressed the first floor, and one person threw a smoke bomb.
At this time, the Japanese in the bookstore breathed a sigh of relief. The annoying machine guns had silenced, and the Chinese agents across the street had also silenced. They were now safe and could consider breaking out.
Jiang Jincai wiped his sweat: "Set dangerous goods on the back wall of the third floor, explode them and break out. We will retreat to Shanghai as planned. We will meet at the consulate in Shanghai. Did everyone hear it?"
"Hai."
The agents who are good at blasting are busy on the back wall. It is not difficult for them to jump from the third floor. As for why they don't break out from the first and second floors, because no one can tell how the battle will turn out.
If the first and second floors were occupied by the Chinese, the final retreat route would be cut off. If he had known that such a thing would happen, he would have prepared more dangerous goods. Jiang Jincai felt regretful.
After arranging these things, he remembered something. Five minutes had already passed. Where was the team leader who was destroying the information in the secret room? An ominous premonition lingered in Jiang Jincai's heart.
Did the team leader retreat?
He thought about this possibility. Forget it, it was an honor to devote oneself to the empire. Maybe the team leader had a special mission. He could only comfort himself in this way.
"We found two Chinese planes diving towards us!"
At this time, a desperate roar came from the window, awakening Jiang Jincai who was thinking. He rushed to the window and looked out, and sure enough, there were two planes diving in an offensive attitude.
"idiot!"
Jiang Jincai suddenly understood that he was indeed being targeted by the Chinese, but it was not being tracked on the ground, but by plane. It was a genius idea, but it was a pity that it belonged to the enemy.
A 0.3-inch aviation machine gun may not be a big deal on a fierce battlefield, but when it comes to intelligence warfare, it is an out-and-out heavy weapon. Its firepower sustainability is not comparable to that of a machine gun of the same caliber.
In just one moment, the noses of the two planes were aimed at the target behind the smoke. The next moment, a string of flames licked the Qiuju Bookstore, and fatal bullets passed quickly from the first floor, the second floor, and then the third floor.
Three seconds later, the plane roared and climbed away, preparing to turn and bomb again. Jiang Jincai saw a tragic scene in front of him, with bright red blood and broken arms and limbs everywhere in the room.
The grenade shooter's body had been broken into two parts, and he was spitting blood from his mouth. He kept stretching his hands into the air in an attempt to ask for help. Other injured Japanese agents were also lying on the ground and wailing.
Not only did the third floor suffer heavy losses, but after the agents from the first and second floors brought the living people up, Jiang Jincai counted the casualties and almost stopped crying.
The Butterfly Team, the ace team of the Kwantung Army's Shenyang secret service, has a total of thirteen members. After a round of strafing from the plane, only five members were left alive and intact.
Jiang Jincai's eyes turned red and he shouted: "Is the Demoman still alive? Destroy immediately and get out of here quickly, otherwise we won't survive!"
The demolitionist was lucky. His arm was only broken by the machine gun. Without delaying the blasting, he crawled towards the dangerous goods and prepared to blast. But before he could light the fire, he heard some strange noises next door.
"Nani?"
"boom!"
Jiang Jincai, who was counting the number of people, the doubtful blaster, and the living Japanese agent were shaken dizzy by a loud noise, followed by a flash of dazzling white light.
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Zuo Zhong said: "The rest is in (the author's words), right at the end of the article. If you change it during the day, the number of words will be the same, and there will be no extra deductions."
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A person has childhood, adulthood and old age, and I don’t think anyone would think this is unsatisfactory. A day has morning, noon, and sunset, and a year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. There is no better way than this.
There is nothing good or bad in life, there is only a question of "what is good in that season".
If we hold this biological concept of life and live according to the seasons, then except for the arrogant fools and hopeless idealists, life will indeed pass like a poem.
