At night, the north wind is bleak.
Jinling International Safety Zone, Gulou Hospital.
Now this place has become an isolated island in the ocean, a little light in the dark night...
Now this mission hospital established in 1892 can no longer be regarded as a hospital.
It's more like a refuge here.
Ma Xiaoguang has gone to a foreign company to change his clothes, and now he is dressed as a priest from a beautiful country.
The current situation is special, and it is not particularly safe to dress up as a neon man. In the past, I was afraid that I would not be able to find the person I was looking for when I dressed as a neon officer.
Fatty and Lao Li went to the safe house previously arranged in Jinling City to prepare, and secondly, they hid and waited for orders.
After all, the goal of three people is too big.
Fatty and Lao Li's external features are relatively obvious, so it's better to be careful.
Strictly speaking, Ma Xiaoguang's makeup can only be done so-so.
He wore a priest's black robe, a messy brown wig, a big beard, a big nose with alcohol residue, and changed the shape of his brows...
Due to the emergency situation and limited conditions, whether there is any way to change the color of the eyeballs such as contact lenses, this is considered to be a makeshift situation.
Anyway, Ma Xiaoguang has made up his mind. If there are some blind Neon Army soldiers who really want to trouble him, he doesn't mind killing one or two sacrificial flags first...
However, he was careful and nothing happened. After much wandering, he finally arrived at Gulou Hospital.
Many temporary shacks have been set up outside the hospital, and the streets are full of frightened refugees.
From time to time, the sound of crying floats to my ears. Accompanying the crying is the whistling north wind, which makes people feel a chill from the inside out and a sharp pain to the bones...
In the courtyard of the hospital, the foyer and corridors of the building were also full of people, and it was difficult to even find a place to set foot.
These are the people in Jinling and surrounding areas. Some are fleeing with their families, and many are homeless.
Everyone's clothes were ragged and their faces were gray, and they were just huddled together.
Except for the occasional rolling of their eyes, these people can't see life or death at all...
There was no electricity, only a few dim candlelights flickering in the darkness, flickering on and off.
In the dim light, everyone saw Ma Xiaoguang's priest's robe, and they all moved to make room for him.
For the refugees, these kind-hearted priests are now saviors.
Seeing this situation, Ma Xiaoguang felt mixed emotions.
Ma Xiaoguang is deeply grateful to those priests and foreign friends who stepped forward to save the Chinese people in times of crisis.
But as an agent and a soldier, he felt deeply ashamed!
As a Chinese, a fire was ignited in his heart.
The fire was burning brightly now, making him forget the coldness on his body...
In his heart, he hoped that the fire would be bigger and burn the entire sky!
Taking a deep breath of the cold air, Ma Xiaoguang lowered his head and walked towards the basement.
The basement is mainly a morgue and utility room.
There are relatively few people here, but the light is also dimmer. People can only roughly see a shadow, but the face is a bit blurry.
There were many tools piled up in a cramped tool room next to the morgue, and a person was sleeping in the tool pile.
"May the Lord bless you, poor child..."
Ma Xiaoguang said in a low voice with the tone of a priest.
The other person seemed to be asleep, lying there motionless.
"The weather is so cold! This biting north wind makes the air tremble, as if the sky is burning..."
Ma Xiaoguang started talking like a priest in a serious manner.
Listening to his ramble, the people in the tool pile were shaken and sat up.
"Not only the sky, the whole world is burning, a blizzard is coming!"
The man who sat up whispered to Ma Xiaoguang.
"As expected, it's you, Mistotu!"
Ma Xiaoguang glanced around cautiously, squatted down and spoke in a low voice.
"Horse? Father!"
In the dark night, Lao Tu's eyes flashed with excitement and he almost spilled the beans.
"Come with me child, and I will bless you."
Ma Xiaoguang also suppressed his excitement and said solemnly.
The two had no choice but to go to the morgue.
There are people everywhere, and although there are people here, they can't be heard talking.
"I didn't expect to see you again!"
Lao Tu held Ma Xiaoguang's hands with both hands, and his voice was trembling when he spoke.
"troubled you……"
Ma Xiaoguang looked at Lao Tu, a little choked with sobs. He had a lot to say but didn't know how to say it.
After a brief silence, Ma Xiaoguang whispered: "Your family members are all very well, don't worry, you should be in Lincheng, Qian Province now, very safe..."
Lao Tu didn't interrupt and just listened quietly. This was the best news for him who was isolated here.
After listening to the news brought by Ma Xiaoguang, Lao Tu regained his breath and did not continue to sigh. Instead, he went directly to the topic and asked: "Sir, please give me instructions. What is the mission?"
"A lot of people died in Jinling, right?"
Ma Xiaoguang did not mention the mission directly, but asked Lao Tu.
"There are countless people, and three hundred thousand people can't stop them!"
Lao Tu's reply sounded both sad and angry.
"I'm here to pay with blood this time. I want to kill someone!"
"Alone? Is it useful?"
"Ryosuke Yoshizumi, the commander of the Ninth Division, should be useful!"
"If it were him, that would be great!"
Unlike the fat man, Lao Tu's reaction was that he felt that Chief Ma's opinion was natural, and there was a trace of uncontrollable enthusiasm and excitement in his eyes.
The reason is that the Ninth Division has its special status in the Neon Army.
The Ninth Division was one of the 17 standing divisions of the Neon Army before the outbreak of World War II. It was also a Category A division, and its common name was "Wu".
This is well-equipped and its combat effectiveness is second only to the ace 2nd Division and 6th Division of the Neon Army.
He often fought vicious and tough battles during the war, and he and the 18th Division (Kurume Division) were considered to be twins within the Neon Army.
Moreover, the Ninth Division was the first unit to attack Jinling.
I have to say that this plan is very bold and very crazy!
But once it succeeds, it will definitely inspire the Chinese people to fight against the Japanese invaders.
When he saw Shanji Xiyi in the morning, Ma Xiaoguang had this idea in his mind.
Now this thought was burning through his whole body like a fire, so hot that it could engulf the world.
"But it's not that difficult. Your original mission is to lurk, so you don't have to participate."
Ma Xiaoguang said to Lao Tu in a deep voice.
"Even if I go to hell and take a humble job, I have to go!"
Lao Tu's answer was extremely firm and cold.
"Okay, I have a plan..."
Ma Xiaoguang lowered his voice and explained to Lao Tu in a low voice.
It was already thirty minutes after I came out of the morgue.
Ma Xiaoguang left Lao Tu who continued to stay there. He left the basement, stepped onto the stairs full of people, and walked to the dean's office.
