Chapter 35 Assassination (Part 1)

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"In my opinion, that officer is difficult to deal with. Maybe I have already investigated the name. Although the name is real, the age is wrong. The commander-in-chief entered Göttingen in the 1920s. At your age, you are not Maybe I met him when he entered school." Lin Biao said softly.

"Ah? Then why don't you say someone from a similar age?" Zhang Chi asked.

"Please, my head is not a library, how can I remember everything." Lin Biao said helplessly, "I can only remember Mr. Zhu's name because I accidentally read it when I was studying the German missile defense system."

"Now we have two problems. One is how to kill these German soldiers before they have time to warn them. The second problem is that if it is true as Lin Shuai said, then he will definitely call Berlin to check the information just now, even if If we don't do this as a very important matter, we might discover our flaw before dawn and kill us." Liang Sicheng said.

"How about I let you get beaten and then go back to the barracks first?" Zhang Chi suggested.

"No." Lin Biao shook his head and said, "Not to mention whether these people will spread all their anger on us because of the current unsatisfactory progress of the war and beat us half to death without being able to take further actions, even if we are intact. If you return to the barracks, it will be difficult to break through the enemy's obstacles and come out again."

"I agree with Lin Shuai. If you want to launch it, launch it here, and the longer it takes, the better." Liang Sicheng said.

"Zhang Chi, take a peek at the device on your right." Lin Biao said.

He glanced over there with his eyes without any trace, and under the dim light, a device that looked like an electric switch appeared in his sight.

"There were two types of alarms commonly used by the German army during World War II. One was a hand-cranked air defense alarm used in response to air raids, and the other was an electrically connected alarm. You had to find a way to cut it off. The key point is that the enemy cannot warn the outside world." Liang Sicheng understood what Lin Biao meant and continued.

Zhang Chi was talking to the Germans about the intelligence he had compiled, but his eyes were looking at the complicated structure of those densely packed cables, and he was a little worried.

"How do you ask me to cut off a wire as thick as my little finger without making a sound? There are so many people watching here. What's more, the wiring here is so complicated that I can't tell who is who." Zhang Chi said.

"It's complicated because there are also wires from lamps and other torture instruments mixed in here. I can't see it because it's too dark here. Why don't you cut them all? Don't you have scissors?" Liang Sicheng said.

With an angry look on his face, Zhang Chi walked up to Liang Sicheng, took out the medical scissors from his arms, shook them viciously in front of him, and shouted loudly: "You want me to cut the wires with this gadget? Are you sure I won't get an electric shock?" !”

The tip of the medical scissors was only as long as a fingernail. It was a bit wishful thinking to cut those wires in one go.

"Pfft." Zhang Qi couldn't hold back and smiled.

Snapped!

"ah!"

"Damn it, this grandson is really whipping!" Zhang Qi looked at the whip in the hand of the Nazi soldier in front of him and said with a breath of air.

"What happened?" The German looked at Zhang Chi in confusion.

Zhang Zhang's face twitched a little, but he still said: "I'm telling them that if they don't cooperate, I will use these scissors to poke their eyes out."

"Then what is he laughing at?!" the German soldier asked again.

"They had internal strife. The guy you beat was the most cooperative in answering questions. He was laughing at his comrades for not overestimating their capabilities." Zhang Chi explained.

"You deserve it." He then said to Zhang Qi.

"Yes, yes, I'm not happy anymore, but what do you think we should do?" Zhang Qi said.

"Let's cut with a bayonet. We'll find a way to draw the enemy's attention. You do it quietly. If you can accurately cut the wire of the alarm, everyone will be happy. If by chance the power here happens to be cut off, then We must act immediately." Lin Biao said.

"Okay, that's all that can be done." Zhang Chi nodded and said.

After a while, Zhang Chi shouted with a smile on his face: "Gentlemen, I think our harvest this time will definitely far exceed our expectations."

The eight Germans turned to look at him in confusion.

"These people not only know the strategic intentions of the Allied Forces, but also know the specific action routes of their own troops. They decided to use these in exchange for their own life safety." Zhang Chi fabricated lies calmly. "I think this can give you enough military merit in exchange for your superiors."

Several Germans looked happy.

They were originally ordinary soldiers who were responsible for guarding prisoners in concentration camps. They only had to work hard on weekdays, and their accumulation of military exploits was far away. The fear of death also hung over their heads. It was obvious that they had not had such merit for a long time. opportunity, I couldn’t help but be a little excited.

"But they seem to be unable to explain this matter clearly. They need to draw it on paper with a pen." Zhang Chi continued.

"One person can paint," said a German soldier. "Who can paint?"

It seems that it is impossible for the enemy to put everyone down.

Zhang Chi sighed inwardly and pointed at Lin Biao with his hand, "That's him."

The soldier responsible for interrogating Lin Biao simply untied the rope tied to his hands, while the other person pressed a gun against his back.

Lin Biao moved his sore and numb wrist and nodded towards Zhang Chi.

A pen and a piece of paper were placed in front of Lin Biao, and he began to draw a topographic map on the paper in the dim light.

Soon, the eight German soldiers were attracted, and Zhang Chi quietly hid in the shadow of the light.

"Slow down your drawing, I'm ready to cut it." Zhang Chi reminded, with a bright military thorn in his right hand behind his back.

"Oh, my friend, take action when it gets dark. If you are sleeping, please get up and fight. Look, my partner, victory is in front of you. Don't be afraid of a confusing future. There are always birds singing and the fragrance of flowers by the river..."

Liang Sicheng hummed an unknown English song softly, and the tune seemed a bit melodious. The German soldiers looked up at him and one of them yelled to shut up.

"He told you to shut up." Zhang Chi said, the blade of the military thorn had already cut one of the wires.

"I don't." Liang Sicheng said, continuing to hum.

Uh-huh!

Zhang Chi's hand exerted force, and a wire was cut off by a sharp military thorn.

Snapped!

The yellow light bulb above his head went out instantly, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

"Damn, bad luck." Zhang Chi said.

"Keep cutting!" Liang Sicheng shouted.

"Gentlemen, don't move. Keep an eye on that guy. The fuse may have blown out. It's nothing serious." Zhang Chi pretended to be relaxed in German, but his men kept cutting off all the wires that could be sensed.

There was no need for Zhang Chi to remind him. The German soldier standing behind Lin Zhu immediately pressed his head on the table and pressed his submachine gun against the back of his head. As long as this guy dared to move, nothing would be waiting for him. Fancy shot!

At this time, Lin Biao did not act rashly, but someone moved quietly.

From the moment everyone arrived at the city gate, this man had been pretending to be unconscious with his eyes closed, pretending to be seriously injured and about to die. Not to mention these German soldiers, even the small team had almost forgotten his existence.

Because he was indeed seriously injured and had difficulty moving, and the most critical point was that he did not understand Chinese or German, he only knew English.

Fortunately, Liang Sicheng always remembered him, so the song that seemed melodious and melodious was actually completely composed by Liang Sicheng on the spot!

In the darkness, Mark opened his eyes gently, and then sat up quietly.

His eyes were always closed. In the moment of darkness, he could adapt to the environment here faster than others. He didn't need to see everything clearly, as long as he could see clearly than those Germans in this short period of time. !

He took out a military thorn from under his body, stood up and crawled forward.

"Someone come over and help me take a look. I don't quite understand how to fix it here." Zhang Chi said, but he was extremely nervous in his heart.

"I'll do it," a German said softly, and then walked slowly towards him.

"This concentration camp was renovated from an old school. It seems that the French are really unreliable." He sighed and walked over to Zhang Chi, gently touching the wires with his hand.

A small hand gently wrapped around his neck, and then suddenly covered his mouth and nose.

The German was startled, and just as he was about to scream, an extremely sharp military thorn stabbed straight into his throat.

Puff puff.

There were three muffled sounds of the blade penetrating flesh, but it did not attract the attention of the other seven people, because almost at the same time, Zhang Zhang's voice rang out in a hurry.

"Dude, did you get electrocuted!?"

The German tried his best to shout, but the blood spurting out made a popping sound, which sounded like foaming at the mouth after being electrocuted.

Bang!

He fell to the ground with a muffled sound, already too dead to die.

"Hey, what's going on?!" Zhang Chi's hands were covered with blood, his words were full of anxiety, but the expression on his face was extremely cold, and he listened carefully to what was happening behind him.

"Whoa!" The sound of the rope being cut sounded, but it was once again completely covered up by another sound.

"I promise not to move. You all have guns. I won't move. Go and see that person." Lin Biao shouted, and a sharp military thorn also appeared in his hand.

"Shut up! Don't talk. Be quiet!" The cold barrel of the gun pressed against the back of Lin Biao's head, causing pain.

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor." Zhang Chi said.

"Let me take a look." Another German soldier came up.