"Check weapons and prepare for action."
When the German Military Intelligence Agency and the Gestapo were dispatched in large numbers, the Kwantung Army personnel in the Japanese Embassy decided not to wait for Hase Ryosuke and directly attacked the residence of the Republic of China delegation.
After giving the order, Lieutenant Colonel looked worriedly at the night sky outside the window, and secretly swore in his heart, Mr. Hase, if you are killed by the Germans or Chinese, we will definitely avenge you.
A few minutes later, the Kwantung Army personnel wore wide-brim hats to cover their striking Asian faces, and submachine guns and grenades were hung in long windbreakers that reached to their knees. Everything was ready.
"Suddenly!"
His Excellency Lieutenant Colonel pretended to hold a samurai sword in his hand, posed and shouted, and then walked out of the room where he had stayed for many days. The courtyard of the embassy was empty, with only a few cars parked.
Coward, he muttered softly with a mocking expression. It turns out that Mr. Hase is an alien in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. No wonder he was sent to cooperate with their actions. What a pity.
He knew that this operation was dangerous, and he had no intention of leaving alive. Instead of wasting his time, a man might as well die vigorously and dedicate the best moment of his life to His Majesty the Locust.
Lieutenant Colonel got into the car calmly. When he saw the iron door of the embassy slowly opening, he nodded to the driver and signaled that he should set off immediately. Now is the time when people are most tired, so it is very suitable for action.
Cars drove out one after another, and when the fifth car left, the door closed silently, and the only light in the embassy was turned off, as if nothing had happened just now.
At this time, there was not a single pedestrian in the silent streets of Berlin, and there were no police to maintain traffic. Without any scruples, the Kwantung Army vehicles drove faster and faster, heading straight for a certain direction in the city.
After driving for a while, the convoy stopped on the side of the road only one street away from the hotel of the Republic of China delegation. The Kwantung Army with rich combat experience naturally knew the importance of concealing the enemy.
Lieutenant Colonel took out the MP18 submachine gun hidden in his clothes, used the cover of the instrument panel to pull the bolt over and over again, and finally inserted the 20-round magazine into the magazine, and patted the bottom of the magazine hard.
After confirming that the weapon was in good condition, he got out of the car and moved along the trail towards the target. Others either covered behind him or followed silently from the opposite side. There were more than a dozen black figures on the empty street.
"Da da da."
Their long military careers made them unknowingly walk at the same frequency. Coupled with the dry branches blown by the strong wind, and under the dim street lights, a chilling air rushed towards them.
Lieutenant Colonel knew that what he and others were doing was a bit big, but he didn't take it to heart. The hotel was still three hundred meters away, so there was no need to hide anymore. No one could stop what was going to happen next.
They would rush in and kill all the Chinese they could see, and then successfully retreat or die gloriously. This was the entire plan for the operation, simple, efficient, and never sloppy.
He looked up at the intersection ahead. He could see his target after turning this corner. Thinking of this, the smile on Lieutenant Colonel's face turned ferocious, and he quickened his pace, clinging to the wall and turning the corner.
"Buzz~"
Suddenly, more than a dozen car lights turned on at the same time and shone on the unsuspecting Kwantung Army, like spotlights on a stage. As for the audience, they were naturally the Gestapo and Abwehr.
On the way the Kwantung Army came, three armored vehicles stopped in the middle of the road. Groups of National Defense Force soldiers used various bunkers to aim at their respective targets, completely blocking the retreat road.
Mu He in the crowd was livid. The Japanese actually came to where the Republic of China delegation was stationed. When he first got the news, he couldn't believe it, so he just thought it was a coincidence.
Fortunately, I brought people to see the situation. The Chinese were involved in the plan against the Jews, and they must not die now. The Japanese killing of visiting groups from other countries in Berlin was also a provocation to the empire.
Determined to teach the arrogant Japanese a lesson, he raised an iron loudspeaker and loudly warned the other side in German, asking the other side to surrender. The surrounding residents who were awakened hid behind the windows to watch the show.
Faced with such a situation, Lieutenant Colonel, who did not deserve his name, smiled. Since he could not complete the mission, he should die happily. In short, if he was not caught alive, it would be an eternal shame for his family.
"The hell is on the black card!"
"The hell is on the black card!"
The Lieutenant Colonel roared and raised his weapon. No one among the dozen or so Kwantung troops chose to surrender. They all jumped into the nearest shelter as quickly as possible, teaching the proud Germans a good lesson.
In the hotel a few hundred meters away, Gui Youguang was lying on the bed, fast asleep. They had been sitting still since they arrived in Berlin. With nothing to do, he could only expend his energy on physical training.
He did two thousand push-ups every day before going to bed, and fell into a deep sleep as soon as his bald head touched the pillow. Just when he was dreaming of an 800-round battle with Japanese agents, gunfire suddenly broke out outside the window.
"Snapped!"
The moment the gunshot rang out, Gui Youguang rolled to the side away from the window with his eyes closed. During the roll, he pulled out the gun from under his body with his right hand. He grabbed the bedside water glass with his left hand and smashed the light bulb. The light bulb shattered with the sound.
If a stranger comes in, the party who is more familiar with the layout and furnishings of the house will have an advantage in acting in the dark. Darkness can also make it easier to hide and avoid being beaten by others.
In less than three seconds, he was lying in a safe position between the wall and the bed. The gun in his hand was pointed steadily in the direction of the door. His head was slightly turned and his ears were raised to listen to the movement outside the door.
"It's me, Sir Liu, are you okay?"
A familiar little agent at the door whispered that in such an emergency, the first thing to do is to identify yourself, so as not to be beaten into a wolf's nest by your own people.
Gui Youguang, who was inside the door, was stunned for a moment. He realized that his alias was Liu Gui. He mumbled something bad and covered his slowly opening eyes with his hands to prevent possible flash bomb attacks.
Flash bombs are not high-tech. The Secret Service has been using them for more than two years, and everyone must have heard some rumors. If you don't deal with them carefully, you might get blinded.
He stood up and bent down and moved towards the door, keeping the muzzle of his gun aimed at the center of the door panel, which is the chest and abdomen of an adult male. If someone outside had a problem, he would kill them with one shot.
"Crunch."
Gui Youguang quickly unscrewed the door lock, then hunched his body against the wall and quickly took two steps back. Using the mobility skills taught by Zuo Zhong, he held the gun against his chest with one hand and blocked his eyes and nose with the other hand, waiting patiently.
While he was acting, the gunfire outside the hotel didn't stop, and became more and more lively. Rifles, pistols, submachine guns, and even machine guns roared, and stray bullets flew through the windows from time to time.
"Sir Liu, the three of us are coming in."
Besides, the little agent who was acquainted with Gui Youguang saw the door open but still didn't come in directly. He reported the number of people first, and then walked into the room step by step with his hands empty. The same was true for the remaining two people.
After identifying friends and foes, Gui Youguang did not put down his gun. Instead, he frowned and asked, "What's going on outside? It's busier than the Chinese New Year. There are seven of me who came back to change shifts. Where are the three people?"
There were 16 people in their group, including Zuo Zhong and a radio operator, and 14 combatants were available. They were divided into two shifts, with 7 people in each shift to protect Mao Yike in the hospital.
But now there are only three people present, so he can't help but think too much. There are no absolute loyalists in the world, only absolute interests. Moreover, he is in Germany, a place he is unfamiliar with, so he must be vigilant.
"Report to Chief Liu, the three of them went to the stairs and elevator to set up a defense line. We were afraid that something might happen to you, so we came over to have a look. The Germans who shot outside are unknown at the moment." The little agent replied.
"The Germans shot?"
While Gui Youguang was talking to himself, he leaned forward and looked outside the door. Three old men from the Secret Service were leaning in a safe position to guard. He put down the gun with a sigh of relief, and walked to the window with his men to look outside.
Good guy, tracer bullets were flying wildly across the city of Berlin. Pieces of glass and bricks were smashed to pieces. Sparks were flying on fences, mailboxes, and cars. The four people upstairs were dumbfounded.
Gui Youguang suspected that while he had slept, the Germans had been beaten to the capital by the enemy and were engaged in a final desperate struggle. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the battle taking place in front of him.
He shook his bald forehead, and in a rare act of wisdom, he ordered everyone to stick to this floor for the time being, while protecting the operator and radio station, and contact Jinling directly if necessary.
"Dong dong dong dong."
After dealing with this, he looked at the machine guns spitting fire snakes from the roof of the German armored car and couldn't help but sigh. It is really spectacular that a European power can attack its own capital so fiercely.
Anyway, he had nothing to do, so the bald man simply brought a stool and sat down, sipping tea with his head curled up while admiring the beauty of the gunfire. He wanted to applaud on the spot when he encountered a wonderful shot.
However, after looking at it, Gui Youguang saw something. The Germans were probably clearing out a small force, but that small force was extremely powerful and blocked the attack.
"Boom~"
At this time, a member of the small unit who was forced into a corner let out a howl, and used a grenade to kill the armored car together. The air wave of the explosion flew in all directions with smoke and dust.
Taking advantage of the thick smoke that made it difficult for the Germans to see clearly the firing range, two more men came out from nowhere and used the same tactics to send two other armored vehicles into the sky. The German offensive then stopped.
"This looks familiar."
Gui Youguang, who was sitting on the mountain watching the fight between tigers, blinked his eyes and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. The style of that small unit dying together reminded him of an old rival - the Japanese Kwantung Army.
More than a year ago, in the underground pharmaceutical factory in Jiaxing, the opponent fought to the death like this. Even in a sneak attack, the losses were still considerable. At that time, the Kwantung Army personnel fired grenades at the last moment.
Thinking of this, he took out his telescope to observe the battle that was about to end. Facing the heavy encirclement and suppression by the Germans, no matter how powerful his personal combat qualities were, he could not affect the overall situation. The result was doomed.
Through the flying dust, Gui Youguang saw the only remaining middle-aged man in the small unit holding the German rifle he had picked up, rushing out of the bunker and launching a bayonet battle. He didn't run away, the opponent was definitely Japanese.
"Bang~"
After a gunshot, a blood hole appeared on the forehead of Lord Lieutenant Colonel, who was preparing for a battle between samurai, and then he fell heavily to the ground, with unwillingness and ferocity in his wide-eyed eyes.
A few meters away, Mu Hyuk held a smoking pistol in his raised right hand. Blood was constantly flowing from his right brow. Combined with the tattered colonel uniform on his body, he looked very embarrassed.
