Time passed quickly, and the Japanese soldiers never attacked the tattoo shop. They just kept patrolling and setting up around the tattoo shop, and they didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.
Although the Japanese were not in a hurry, Qing Yi, who was in the tattoo shop, was very anxious.
The more the Japanese don't move, the more they are plotting something.
During this period, Qing Yi also wanted to rush, but as soon as a slight gap appeared in the door, he was suppressed by a burst of machine guns.
Facing such firepower, Qing Yi temporarily gave up his plan to rush out.
And as time goes by, the more prepared the Japanese are, the more disadvantageous it becomes for their escape.
Now Qing Yi even suspected that the Japanese were using them as bait for fishing, hoping to lure out more Eighth Route Army soldiers and catch them all in one go.
Thinking of this, she once again regretted her recklessness.
However, there is no use regretting now, and she can only pray that her comrades will not do anything stupid for her sake. Although she told Li Fang that some comrades might come to save her, in her heart she did not want her comrades to risk their lives for an undisciplined woman like her.
After adjusting my mentality, I exchanged positions with Li Jinji, because surveillance is a very consuming thing.
As a hostage, Murakami Iwa was very open-minded. Although he was tied to a chair, he leaned on the chair and took a nap, his head shaking, as if he was still sleeping soundly.
Looking at this heartless guy, Qing Yi breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little sleepy.
I looked at the clock in the room and saw that it was almost four o'clock.
This made Qing Yi couldn't help but remind herself once again that there was not much time left and could not delay it any longer. If there was no movement from the Japanese outside, they could only use the Murakami Rock as a shield and risk their lives to rush out. .
"Sister Qing, have the Japanese left?" Li Fang's voice came to her ears.
Faced with this innocent question, Qing Yi raised her eyes and looked at Li Fang before suddenly realizing that she said this on purpose, probably to relax herself.
From the moment she entered Xiyang Market, her nerves had been tense and she never relaxed for a moment.
Only now did she relax a little because of Li Fang's seemingly joke question.
Qing Yi smiled and said to Li Fang, "No? But I guess they won't leave until they have breakfast."
Li Fang smiled and said nothing.
3:55
Qing Yi checked the pistol and said, "It's almost dawn, get ready to rush out. If the Japanese still don't have the intention to negotiate with us by four o'clock, we will rush out with this guy in front of us! Then you and the golden pheasant just run away, I'll cover you , As long as you two can escape from Xiyang City Street..." After saying that, Qing Yi woke up Murakami Iwa who was still sleeping.
"Is it safe to escape? Will there be comrades outside to pick us up?" Li Fang asked.
"I don't know this, but as long as we rush out, there is hope. Moreover, we are more familiar with the terrain here than the Japs. When the time comes, there are many ways to escape from the Japs by climbing over walls and walking through alleys."
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"Okay, I understand." Li Fang clenched her fists and said with a serious expression.
Tsing Yi had three guns, one each for her and Li Jinji, and now she still had one left. In order to increase the chance of escaping, she handed the gun to Li Fang and asked, "Can this be used?"
Li Fang saw the gun and shrank back in fear, then shook her head, "No!"
With a sigh, Qing Yi put away the gun. The result was the same as she expected. Although guns are common these days, how could ordinary girls use them.
Seeing Qing Yi's disappointed expression, Li Fang said cautiously, "I know how to throw stones, and I can do it within five or six battles."
These words made Qing Yi's eyes light up. Six battles were only twenty meters away. Anyone with bad marksmanship at this distance might not be able to hit. However, Li Fang was able to throw rocks accurately. This shows that her hidden weapon skills are not weak.
But how could she, a girl from an ordinary family, know how to use hidden weapons?
After only a moment of hesitation, she was relieved to think that Li Fang often went to the wilderness to collect herbs and throw stones to deal with wild beasts.
"Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang."
The clock struck four times, Qing Yi stood up holding Murakami Iwa, looked at Li Fang and asked, "Do you have a stone in your hand now?"
"Yes! But not many." Li Fang took out five or six stones smaller than eggs from his pocket. "They were all picked up on the road."
Looking at the stone in Li Fang's hand, Qing Yi said, "Put it away first. Don't take action easily. You and the golden pheasant just run away. The stone can only be used when it is dangerous and certain to hit."
Murakami rubbed his scarlet eyes, looked at the pistol in Qing Yi's hand and the rope in Li Jinji's hand, and knew that the moment to decide his life or death had arrived.
However, he didn't seem to care much about his own life or death, and he calmly cooperated and let Li Jinji tie him up.
After being tied up, he actually walked towards the door by himself.
"Listen to the eight people inside, I am Huang Qifai, Chief Inspector of the Yamamoto Regiment, and I give you three minutes to immediately release Mr. Murakami Iwa and surrender!"
Suddenly, a well-spoken Chinese word came out, causing everyone in the room to stop.
The voice was very loud and loud, and it was shouted from a loudspeaker. The sound of shouting from a loudspeaker was so harsh that it actually made Qing Yi want to cover his ears.
But Qing Yi did not cover her ears, knowing that the negotiation she had been waiting for had finally arrived, because if they did not want to negotiate, the Japanese would not send such a traitor to speak out.
It's just this chief inspector...
It sounds like the official is not young. Is this position really available in the Japanese army?
And let a Chinese do this job?
Could it be...Is the person in front of me really an important person?
After a high-pitched buzzing sound, Xu San readjusted the volume of the loudspeaker and shouted into the room again, "Listen to the Eighth Route Army inside. I am Huang Qifai, Chief Inspector of the Yamamoto Regiment. You have three minutes to call immediately." Release Mr. Murakami Iwa and surrender!"
Fan Ji, who was standing aside, had a head full of black lines at this moment. She never imagined that she let Xu San play freely, but he would actually shout such a sentence after picking up the speaker. And what the hell is that official position that I was given? It sounds like a military police officer. The most critical three-minute surrender is nonsense. If the Eighth Route Army surrenders so easily, then why are we bothering to ask you?
Xu San naturally knew that Fan Ji was unhappy with him, but he still held the trumpet, looking arrogant, and even gave her a wink.
Faced with Xu San's provocation, Fan Ji could only admit it.
No matter what happens to the person you find, you have to bear it yourself!
Now that the trumpet was in his hand, there was no way she could snatch it away and shout again. That would make the Eighth Route Army inside laugh.
Within three minutes, the window of the tattoo shop was pushed open.
