"Section Chief Zuo, the brothers in front have caught up with each other. There is another group of people blocking them. I wonder if they are people from your office. We have surrounded the underground party on several slopes. I am here to report."
An agent from the Secret Service Headquarters rushed from the direction of Xiaguan Pier and reported the good news with a smile on his face. He said that it was dangerous to go out in the field with the smiling tiger, but the credit was also great.
There are at least ten underground gangs, and one is a mole who has infiltrated them. If rewards are based on merit, rewards and credit are indispensable. Not to mention, everyone's luck will become better after the death of the director.
well? If you say so...
The boy was thinking wildly when he felt his head being slapped. He looked up and saw Zuo Zhong retracting his right hand, frowning and saying, "What's wrong with everyone in your area? Hurry up and lead the way."
"Yes Yes."
Being stared at by the Smiling Tiger, a secret agent felt a chill in his back. He quickly bowed his head and responded twice. He bent over and poked his butt in various bunkers, and quickly led Zuo Zhong to the vicinity of the siege.
Zuo Zhong didn't mind being dirty, so he lay down on a piece of dirt and looked to the opposite side, wanting to see the terrain where the Chinese detachment was hiding and whether there were people from the intelligence department on the other side, so as not to bring out another force.
Today's Jinling City is the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, who knows what will pop out of it. He shook his head with a wry smile, and then reached out and said something to the spies around him. .
"telescope."
"Section Chief Zuo, use mine."
"Use mine, German."
Zuo Zhong glanced at a piece of rubbish that was scrambling for the first place. He thought that he was really a scumbag and had a lot of pens. He took one of the seven or eight telescopes at random, pointed his eyes at the eyepiece, and adjusted the magnification.
He immediately saw the agents of the Political Intelligence Unit in the binoculars. Because the intelligence involved was sensitive, most of the members of the Political Intelligence Unit were old people from the Jige Lane period. As the section chief, he was naturally familiar with them.
As long as it's not a new force, it's fine. Otherwise, if you bring a bunch of trash who only know how to flatter others, they might really be followed by a mantis stalking the cicada, and then the people of the Secret Service will be greatly embarrassed.
Suddenly, behind a small slope near the Political Intelligence Unit personnel, there was also someone holding a telescope and looking over here. Zuo Zhong smiled and waved, and the other side also waved to express receipt.
Wu Chunyang was cautious, knowing to reveal his identity first to avoid being accidentally injured. Now that it was confirmed that the intercepted person was not an enemy, there was only one thing left, and that was to clear out the people in the bunker.
But after looking at the bunker where the Chinese detachment was hiding, Zuo Zhong sucked his teeth. It was too small. A winding crack extended from the riverside to the land, and then circled back to the riverside.
The overall shape is U-shaped.
It is almost twenty meters long. It should be a natural landscape formed by river erosion. But on the other hand, this is simply a natural infantry trench, and it is a standard version.
Unlike the horizontal and vertical trenches in the TV series, real trenches have corners set up at regular intervals to reduce shock wave damage from grenades and artillery shells.
What is now in front of Zuo Zhong and the others is such a trench, or even a circular fortification. Unless they launch an attack from the Yangtze River, they will have no way to defeat the opponent.
The number of grenades carried by the agents is not large. In this case, throwing them out will not have any effect on the bunker. You can't just make a sound. The purchase price of this thing is not cheap.
In addition, the terrain near the gap is very low, and smoke bombs cannot be used. Once the smoke bomb lands, it will roll down the slope into the gap, and the opponent can easily throw it into the Yangtze River.
"Damn it."
Zuo Zhong muttered something to himself, wondering if it was true that Xu Enzeng was still there with his eyes open and still haunted him. It would be okay if he didn't want to think about it. When he thought about it, he always felt the sinister laughter of that bastard Xu Enzeng everywhere.
"What should I do, Section Chief Zuo? Do I want to find a few teams of people to attack? I think the other party doesn't have much ammunition. If they use up all their ammunition, these underground gangs can only be captured."
At this time, a section chief from the Secret Service Headquarters came over and whispered a suggestion, which was almost written on his face. But this time, if there was no compensation from the top, it would be someone from his left who would get the money.
Zuo Zhong's face darkened, and he glanced at this bastard who was trying to trick people: "Okay, I'll let you lead the team yourself, okay? Die for the party and country, die gloriously, die great, I'm optimistic about you."
The little guy's calves felt so tense when he heard that, the guy with the surname Zuo really turned his back whenever he wanted. He was just trying to flatter him, but he would die at every turn. Is the risk of flattering your superior so high now?
Seeing that the man was silent, Section Chief Zuo snorted coldly and rolled his eyes again and again, but found nothing. If the car was still there, he could use gasoline to ignite the car and force him out.
Just to conceal the operation, the intelligence department's cars were parked on the other side of the river. The secret service headquarters' cars were on this side, but after hearing the crackling gunshots in Jiujiawei before, no one dared to go.
It seemed that he could only think of a countermeasure that could take advantage of the terrain. Zuo Zhong thought about it for a while, looked down at the stones washed up by the river under his feet, and a good idea flashed in his mind.
He waved to the chief of the small unit and whispered a few instructions. The other person's eyes became brighter and brighter as he listened, and finally he ran away. Not long after, he brought back a team of fat and strong agents from the Secret Service Headquarters.
"Smash it for me."
Zuo Zhong was too lazy to talk nonsense, and waved his right hand down to signal these guys to take action. Since the grenade couldn't kill them, it would be nice to use physical methods to solve the problem and directly bury the bunker.
The fat and strong people didn't understand what Smiling Tiger meant. They looked at each other with doubts in their eyes. They really didn't make sense of the saying that you can only grow muscles but not a brain.
"Idiot, look at me."
The chief angrily bent down and picked up a stone as big as an egg, and threw it in the direction of the gap. Then the stone fell thousands of miles away. He coughed slightly and said.
"I'm just giving you an example. According to Section Chief Zuo's order, all the rocks will be thrown in. If the target is killed, the reward will be the same as the capture. Do you idiots understand?"
"Understand."
"clear."
The strong men breathed a sigh of relief and became energetic at the same time. They originally thought they were going to be the scapegoat, but they didn't expect to just throw stones. It was so simple. They all eagerly chose to throw stones.
These people were afraid that they would make Section Chief Zuo unhappy if they chose something too small, so they all found the largest stone that they could bear. They stood firmly on the ground with their feet firmly on the ground, and they used strong force with their thick arms to move away from you.
"Whoosh~"
"Bang."
"ah."
Only two or three of the dozen or so stones flew into the gap, so that they could all be hit. You can imagine how unlucky the person who was hit was, and there was a "Ah" sound, and I don't know if he died.
The corners of Zuo Zhong's mouth raised slightly. It was impossible for these people to come to Aurous Hill with the Brody helmets of the British army to cause trouble. Even if they did, they would at least have a concussion, which would reduce their combat effectiveness by one.
When Wu Chunyang saw this, he started throwing stones in the same manner. Stones cost nothing anyway. If the other party is stupid enough to throw stones from a low place to a high place, then his own gunmen are not vegetarians.
But after smashing for a while, the Chinese detachment not only stopped making any movement, but also had the energy to throw the rocks to the bunker. Apparently they had thought of a way to deal with it. This was a bit unexpected, and the reaction was too quick.
Qin Danny in the gap held a military backpack on his head and said proudly to Meng Ting: "The despicable people of the Republic of China would never have thought that we could solve this problem by putting soil in the bag."
"haha, yes."
Meng Ting made a joke very knowingly, but in his heart he didn't think that the problem was solved. They were still entangled, and there was no point in taking advantage temporarily. Of course, Qin Danny also knew this.
But he needs to boost the morale of the troops. If the commander collapses first, the condition of the people below will be even worse. The man named Qin is so scared that he wets his pants now, and he has to pretend to be calm and calm on the surface.
Not far away, Zuo Zhong looked at the rocks being thrown out of the gap and sneered. At this time, he didn't think about how to escape. Instead, he was competing on it. The other party was desperate.
Thinking of this, he glanced in the direction of Jiujiawei with his peripheral vision. Judging from Xu Enzeng's panicked running to the highway, those gunshots were probably fired by the underground party. He hoped that everything went well for the comrades.
According to the data, those prisoners were all Lao Ge Ming with extremely firm beliefs. They did not reveal any secrets during torture and forced confessions. They were valuable assets of the Party and were worth the risk of rescue.
All he could do was give them enough time to retreat. The explosion of the small bridge should have been caused by the other party. If so, the underground party must have a way to leave here.
Therefore, the longer the delay, the better. He wished that the confrontation would last until tomorrow. By then, the prisoners might have gone to Shanghai or Huizhou. The first person to thank when talking about this was Xu Enzeng.
This person is a great hero. Without his help, how could the underground party rescue so many important captured personnel from the heavily guarded prison? Zuo Zhong touched his chin and wondered how many free bags he should give. He must let the other party go. Body and face.
Just as he was thinking about it, a man's voice sounded from behind the bunker: "Friends outside, you can't rush out, and we can't rush out either. Why don't we all take a step back, so as not to hurt both sides in the end.
And our identities are far more complicated than you think. We meet each other in the mountains and rivers, and there may be opportunities for cooperation in the future. If you make a way, I guarantee that my people will leave Jinling immediately. "
"Pooh."
Zuo Zhong immediately flew into a rage: "The undergraduate and the underground party are inseparable. I am without you, you are without me. Come on, keep throwing me away. Don't listen to this bastard's nonsense. Anyone who shakes the morale of the army will be killed."
Danny Qin was confused. When did they become an underground gang? Although this identity was very helpful for keeping secrets, now was not the time to talk about it, so he immediately started to explain.
"we are not......"
"Bang~"
Unfortunately, before the words were finished, a sudden gunshot broke the calm. Both parties immediately retracted their heads and looked around nervously, trying to find out who broke the rules of the negotiation.
