"Did I hear wrongly?"
Hase Ryosuke looked out the calm window and thought to himself, his eyes couldn't help but be a little confused, but years of rigorous training told him that it was the gunshots of two Type 38 rifles at close range.
And even if you are a hunter, it is impossible to hunt with a Japanese military rifle at the end of hibernation. There is only one explanation. There are forces using Japanese guns who want to attack this train.
It couldn't be that bunch of red deer chasing us.
His heart skipped a beat, and he pressed his face against the glass and looked outside, trying hard to find any clues in the forests and boulders that passed by. Unfortunately, he found nothing. Everything was normal.
The white passenger opposite thought he had met an Asian bumpkin who had never seen the world. He rolled his eyes covertly and turned his head to the other side. It didn't take long for him to start snoring.
Hase Ryosuke glanced at the other person's throat indifferently. With his ability, he certainly saw what just happened. If he hadn't been in a hurry to run away, he would definitely have given this person an unforgettable memory.
After sitting there and thinking about it, he immediately got up and walked towards the back of the train. In the event of a firefight or accident, the chances of survival would be much higher if he stayed away from the front of the train and was protected by regular German troops.
Since it was a night train, the car was not full and there were many empty seats. The conductor also found a place to take a nap secretly. He successfully reached the penultimate passenger car and found a seat to sit down.
It wasn't that Hase Ryosuke didn't want to get closer, the problem was that the door at the rear of the car was locked by the other party, and there were two German soldiers with submachine guns blocking the road. He couldn't kneel down and beg.
But seeing an Asian appear, and having dealt with Zuo Zhong and others every day these days, he was used to seeing yellow-skinned German soldiers and was not too curious, and carried out the security mission seriously.
As time passed, the train turned at an increasingly wider angle. A soldier raised his hand and pulled the handle next to him. The other hand leaned tightly against the trigger and scanned the passengers in the carriage.
With the free bodyguard, Hase Ryosuke's tense nerves slowly relaxed. With the rhythmic whirring of the train, his eyelids closed together unconsciously and he slowly fell asleep.
In the dream, he had become the Minister of Intelligence of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, with all kinds of priceless intelligence at his disposal. Countless gold bars fell from the sky like raindrops, colliding with each other and making sounds from time to time.
"Danglang~"
Hase Ryosuke, who was half asleep, seemed to hear the sound of metal collision. He quickly opened his eyes and looked around, but the ground was empty, which made his face full of disappointment and frustration.
After two seconds of silence, he turned over and continued to have a sweet dream. It didn't exist in reality, so he couldn't be addicted to it in the dream. Dreams always have to be there, just in case they come true one day in the future.
But he didn't notice that while he closed his eyes, half of the rope slowly rose up from the upper edge of the car window silently, and finally fell into the hands of a black figure on the top of the car.
This is not an ordinary rope. The main body is made up of several thin ropes tightly wound together. One end is tied with a grappling hook wrapped in a cloth strip. The cloth strip on one claw has fallen off for some reason.
Otherwise, Hase Ryosuke would not have heard any sound, but this is inevitable. No matter how well-prepared the action is, accidents will occur. The key is to learn to adapt to crises.
After getting the rope, the shadow wrapped it around his body. He looked at the front of the car in a half-crouched position. Through the dim moonlight, he could see the train running on a semicircular track.
He let out a breath and moved his sore hands and feet to the smallest extent. Even if the train slowed down on the mountain road, it was still difficult to climb onto the train using a grappling hook.
Because the strong wind from the valley, the smooth car body without any relay points, and the branches of trees that pop up from time to time, all make this behavior full of danger. If you are not careful, you will be killed on the wheel.
After resting, he held his hands on the ground and slowly moved his feet towards the rear of the train. This train carriage was made of iron sheets, and some parts of the roof had dents due to long-term use.
If you accidentally step on it, it will easily make an abnormal sound. If it is heard by the soldiers below, it means death. The shell that is several centimeters thick cannot stop the powerful military rifle fire.
The shadow touched the bumpy ground and struggled to choose a safe route. However, because the train tilted and he had to pay attention to maintaining balance at all times, the forward speed was very slow.
"Tear."
A branch that reached the railway suddenly swept over his head. The black shadow reacted quickly and flexed forward, barely avoiding the danger of being hit on the head, but his hat was thrown away.
"Woo~wu~wu"
The strong wind howled from one side of the car to the other, and the black shadow's bun was just blown away, and then a flowing black hair flew in the wind. It was the woman giving orders in the mountain manor.
In covert operations, operators need to minimize the exposed area of the body. Hair is the part that language focuses on. In this case, long hair will definitely attract the attention of opponents.
The woman did not hesitate to pull out the dagger and bite it in her mouth. She pulled her hands back to curl her long, lustrous hair into a bundle and pulled it to her shoulders. Then she held the ends of the hair with her left hand and swung the knife down with her right hand.
Her long black hair turned into ear-length short hair. She calmly put the cut hair into the backpack behind her, staring at the back of the car without any wavering, and moved back little by little.
Finally, when the train was about to reach the halfway point of the mountain railway, the woman took advantage of the whistle blowing again, and the woman nimbly jumped over the junction of the penultimate carriage and the first carriage like a cat.
In the car under her feet, the two German soldiers on guard did not notice at all. They stood there motionless, not realizing that someone had stepped into the last line of defense through the roof of the car.
Compared to the penultimate carriage, the penultimate carriage did not require so much caution. The woman took out a folding wooden stick from her bag, with a very small mirror mounted on the top of the stick.
She carefully stretched the wooden stick to the corner of the car window. Using the reflection of the mirror, the woman saw the scene in the car. A dozen German soldiers were sitting in the car seats, their eyes closed and their bodies swaying with the train.
it is as expected.
In escort missions, some people usually rest and others are on alert to ensure that the personnel will not get tired. The journey from Berlin to Württemberg only takes ten hours, and there are up to three shifts on the way.
Because if the time is too long, it is easy to fall asleep, and if the time is too short, others will not be able to rest well. Moreover, the German infantry training manual stipulates a three-hour shift for security tasks during non-war periods.
The woman estimated the time. It took more than four hours for the train to leave Berlin, and it would be more than an hour before the next train was replaced. The people below were in light to moderate sleep and could move a little louder.
Taking back the gadget, she continued to move forward in the same way as before, but moved a little faster. It didn't take long to reach the end, and took out the gadget again to confirm the situation below.
The carriage was quiet, and there were no German troops walking or patrolling. Most of them had their weapons leaning on their seats, indicating that the other party was not very vigilant and did not think they would encounter enemies on this trip.
After confirming that it was correct, the woman observed the surrounding terrain, put all her other belongings into her backpack, grabbed the edge of the roof and reached down from the left side of the door, hanging in mid-air.
At this moment, the train entered a left turn. Under the action of centrifugal force, her body flew to the right and was about to hit the glass of the carriage door, which would definitely wake up the soldiers.
In the flash of lightning, the woman hooked her left foot on the railing at the rear of the carriage and used all her strength. The joints of her hands holding on to the roof turned white until the train left the curve.
After confirming that the crisis was over, she slowly adjusted her breathing, switched to pushing on the railing with her left foot, supported her arms on the edge of the carriage door, and used gravity to quietly slide toward the ground.
The first thing to hit the ground was her right leg. With the support, she quickly stood firmly at the rear of the carriage. Before she had time to breathe, the woman grabbed the railing and jumped over, landing on the hook.
"Huchi~huchi~wuwu~"
At this time, the train entered the last uphill slope. After passing through the tunnel, it was a 30-kilometer downhill section. There were no mountainous terrain obstacles between it and the transfer station Württemberg.
On the speeding train, the woman tore off a piece of her sleeve and wrapped it around the broken grapple. She threw the grapple with her right hand and hooked it to the freight car, and tugged hard to ensure that the two would not loosen easily.
After doing this, she raised her head and stared at the side of the train, struggling to maintain her balance on the rickety hook. She bent down and grabbed the lock pin with both hands, as if waiting for something.
Seen from a distance, a train with thick smoke struggled to climb to the top of the slope, blew its whistle as if it had been reborn, and quickly entered a long tunnel.
One minute later.
The front of the train rushed out, pulling the carriages behind it. However, when the entire train came out, the freight carriage filled with drawings originally hung at the rear of the car disappeared.
The train spiraled into the downhill section. The driver felt that the power of the steel beast under his feet became extremely strong. He subconsciously looked back, then opened his mouth wide and pulled the brake with his hand.
The reaction was quick. The problem was that this was a 30-kilometer downhill slope. The heavy weight of the train made braking meaningless. It still slid forward. The driver stepped on the sandblasting switch in panic.
In order to increase friction, improve the starting speed in rainy and snowy weather, and improve the efficiency of going up and down slopes, a sandbox will be loaded on each side of the train to spray out sand when necessary to help the train run.
But the driver pedaled for a long time, but the speed of the train did not slow down at all. He looked at the sandbox and saw a big hole on the surface of the sandbox. The sand had obviously leaked out.
Not only did the driver fall into a state of collapse, but the German soldiers in the last passenger carriage were also stunned by the empty rear of the car in front of them. Where did a freight carriage as big as theirs go?
