Chapter 664: People of Our Generation Dare Not Cherish Their Bodies

The fact was not as Lu Boda said, waiting for the headquarters to issue an order. The battalion of Japanese troops stationed here began to assemble in an emergency, feeling their way in the dark, shouting and cursing, the first time they heard the explosion.

Through the scope, borrowing the little moonlight at night, Wang Yan saw that in each barracks, the little Japanese ran out quickly. Some went to lift machine guns, some went to drag cannons, some were carrying mortars, and some were carrying ammunition to the trucks. The trucks and motorcycles parked not far away also started up one after another. The whole process took about ten minutes. More than a thousand Japanese troops, fully equipped, stood in the school field in formation, guarding the trucks and motorcycles. There was a Lieutenant Colonel and a Major standing together, listening to the reports of other junior officers.

Assembling in about ten minutes, with complete ammunition, ready to go to war at any time—from this, it can be seen that the Japanese military quality was still very good. However, it was still that sentence, it was just this batch of people. Wait another two years, when the little Japanese opened the Pacific battlefield, the military quality began to decline.

Power outages would not affect the army, because they themselves had military radios and walkie-talkies; this was a battalion of the Japanese army, and they had what they should have. So they must have contacted their superiors and were waiting for orders.

In the distance were the occasional shouts of the Japanese army, and further away were the dense gunfire and artillery fire. Below were the dissatisfied curses coming from the apartments. Wang Yan lay on the roof, scanning the situation in the barracks through the scope, silently arranging the shooting order in a moment...

In the darkness not far away, many figures were hiding. They were blocking the gate of the barracks from all directions, secretly watching the situation in the barracks.

"Can it work?" In the corner of the apartment building, one person rubbed the cold shell and looked at the comrade who was constantly making fine adjustments to the mortar.

"Must work, Three. I tell you, when sending ammunition, you must be steady. Don't kill the little devils, and we brothers go first. It doesn't matter if we go, but if we don't complete the organization's task, that's bad."

"Don't worry, I don't know how to fire a cannon, but I don't know how to work?" That person was a bit angry, feeling looked down upon, and then asked with some doubt: "Now the little devils gathered in advance, which doesn't match the original time. What should we do? Although that is Pei Min, this time the opponent is more than a thousand people, with assault guns and cannons. Can it work?"

"He should have come long ago. If it didn't work, wouldn't he have found us long ago? Since he didn't say anything, then execute according to the original plan. Why do you worry so much?"

"Isn't this worrying about his safety? That is Pei Min. Which comrade who does actions doesn't worship him? If something happens to him, what a big loss it is?"

The person who had been to the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University was about to say two words, when suddenly, another burst of dense gunfire came. This time the gunfire was louder and heard more clearly, indicating that the distance was closer.

He looked at his wrist; the time had reached 10:18. He said solemnly: "Alright, no more talk, get ready."

Not only here, but people who were chatting in other places also stopped, clutching the hot guns in their hands, their eyes staring tightly at the gate of the barracks.

Time passed second by second. Three minutes later, the Japanese army in the barracks began to have actions. They received instructions from their superiors to set out to support the sanatorium nearby.

Wang Yan looked at the time, found the Lieutenant Colonel, and without a word, pulled the trigger directly. The crisp gunshot sounded.

The primer of the bullet struck, exploding with powerful energy, pushing the warhead, rotating along the rifling of the barrel and rushing out of the muzzle. Mosin-Nagant rifle, range of one thousand meters, muzzle velocity of eight hundred, eighty meters distance, arrived in the blink of an eye.

The echo of the gunshot had not yet dissipated, when the Lieutenant Colonel, who had a bright future and was leaning on his officer's sword watching his subordinates get on the truck to set out, tilted his head suddenly. With a burst of red and white blood mist, the bullet pierced the hard skull, and was finally blocked by the earth, leaving a shallow little bullet crater.

The sudden change made the Japanese army in the barracks not react. When they reacted, the gunshot sounded again, and the panicked Major also fell.

With two shots past, the Japanese army in the barracks reacted completely, shouting to find cover, bullets loaded, and shooting densely at Wang Yan's side, suppressing Wang Yan so he couldn't lift his head.

It was also at this time that a mortar shell fell from the sky and exploded in the crowd. This was a beginning. Only three or five breaths of time passed, and another shell fell. One happened to fall on the truck transporting ammunition, and suddenly the fire soared, and shrapnel flew everywhere.

Except for the mortar shelling, others who were ambushed outside did not move. They were not brainless; there were only two guards hiding at the gate, and the main force didn't come out, so they didn't need to open fire.

Suffering from the shelling, the Japanese army hurriedly dodged, naturally having no time for fire suppression. Wang Yan put down the sniper rifle, rolled to the Czech light machine gun set up on the side, and fired high-speed point shots at the barracks.

Although the Czech light machine gun did not have the speed of the Mosin-Nagant, it used a larger caliber bullet, and unlike the rifle that needed to fire one shot, pull the bolt, and load, it could fire continuously, with more penetration and stronger firepower.

Many machine gunners in anti-Japanese divine dramas who hugged machine guns and shouted and charged used this light machine gun. But unfortunately, although Wang Yan could tear devils with his hands, he was more than double eagles, but this was not a divine drama, and it was not so thunderous. The magazine capacity of this Czech light machine gun was only twenty rounds, and it could not fire continuously like in the TV series. Moreover, the barrel overheating would destroy stability and affect power, unless intermittent point shooting was used to give it reaction time, otherwise it had to be constantly replaced.

Fortunately, this was not a problem for Wang Yan. He had a space to quickly fill the magazine with bullets, and replacing the barrel was just a flash in his hand in the space, quickly replaced. One person firing a group of people's firepower was his confidence to come over to block a thousand people and also to fight for retreat time for other comrades.

His marksmanship was good, even if he controlled the machine gun, he could ensure a super high hit rate, and there was the geographical advantage of being high and looking down. He was card-card-card fast point shooting on the top, and for a while, he suppressed the Japanese army so they couldn't lift their heads.

Of course, there were more than a thousand people below, and he only had one light machine gun with twenty rounds of bullets, and he had to disassemble and assemble the magazine, reload the bolt, so suppression was suppression, but it didn't delay people from counterattacking. The bullets were also *whoosh-whoosh* greeting him, hitting the wall skin *pitter-patter*, and small stones flying everywhere.

Two or three minutes later, the command was re-established, and the Japanese army began to push outward. Some came from the gate, and some climbed over the wall to the side. Although the exchange of fire was very intense, the damage to the Japanese army was actually very limited. Counting the shelling of the mortar, plus the high-intensity, high-precision point shooting caused by Wang Yan, the casualties of the Japanese army were estimated to be two hundred or so. Among them, there should be fifty, sixty, seventy, or eighty people who had not lost their combat effectiveness, just picking up a cheap sneak attack.

When the Japanese army rushed out of the barracks and began to surround them in an attack formation, the comrades who were ambushed nearby launched an attack. They followed what Wang Yan said in advance, pouring all firepower in a short time, dense strikes. The Japanese army, which was somewhat prepared but not fully prepared, was beaten back.

With this, the two sides surrounded the barracks and carried out a continuous exchange of fire for more than three minutes. In general, our side had the advantage. After all, it was unexpected, and there was Wang Yan's dense point shooting with a light machine gun from high to low, which was very cheap.

Our comrades fought and retreated. At the thirtieth minute, with roars, they ran toward Wang Yan's side tacitly. Because they had to retreat and cover, little cleverness running around would only lead to faster death.

Wang Yan was also very useful. Except for the short time to replace the magazine and pull the bolt, the Czech light machine gun never stopped firing, suppressing the little Japanese who wanted to come out to chase.

However, he was only one person, and he could only deal with one direction at the same time. And the Japanese army, even if there were reductions, still had eight or nine hundred people who could act. They rushed out more and more, even if he was powerless.

At this time, the pile of grenades he put on his side played a role. Both hands pulled the ring quickly and threw them in all directions, like rain, and there were explosions of grenades everywhere. They were all MK2 grenades produced in the United States, commonly known as pineapple grenades. The effective killing radius was fifteen meters, and shrapnel could kill up to forty-five meters.

This time it was different, because the Japanese army dispersed and surrounded from all directions, but the place was only so big, and no matter how dispersed, it was difficult not to gather. The grenades were thrown more, faster, and more powerful, which was the time when the Japanese army suffered the most casualties from the beginning of the war to the present.

He even had the leisure to look at the time, 10:32, three minutes left.

Throwing away the grenades in his hand, he collected the sniper rifle and the bullets of the Czech light machine gun, carrying the still hot light machine gun, point-shot the little Japanese who bypassed the rear at the edge of the building, and quickly went downstairs. Borrowing various architectural cover, relying on super high military quality, powerful action ability, and coquettish positioning, he fought and retreated, suppressing the chasing enemy with firepower.

Although he was beaten very embarrassingly, Wang Yan's fedora still didn't fall, perfectly unlocking the achievement of fighting a thousand troops alone.

Although he had been beaten into a sorry state, the fedora on Wang Yan's head still hadn't fallen off, perfectly unlocking the achievement of fighting a thousand troops alone.

That was his marksmanship was good, and his actions were fast, otherwise he would have become a sieve long ago.

After pulling for a while, it was 10:40. After firing more than a thousand bullets he brought, he threw the gun and ran away. At this time, the speed was much faster. He turned around and shook off the chasing Japanese army, got into the car and left.

This was why he used a light machine gun, light and easy to throw. It was not that he didn't have a heavy machine gun, but the guy was too big, not easy to transport, and carrying a heavy machine gun to run would still delay action. It was not weight, but volume, affecting his performance. Another point was that the heavy machine gun was too expensive. The cost of the European and American military factories was more than one thousand US dollars, and the foreigners secretly transported it over, and the non-official illegal transaction had to be turned out several times, and it could reach ten thousand. The light machine gun was different, the cost in Europe and America was only a few hundred US dollars, and it only cost more than one thousand here.

This was the reason why he used a light machine gun: it was portable and easy to throw. It wasn't that he didn't have a heavy machine gun, but that thing was too big and difficult to transport, and if he ran away carrying a heavy machine gun, it would still delay his movements. It wasn't the weight, but the volume, which affected his performance. Another point was that heavy machine guns were too expensive. The manufacturing cost in European and American military factories was over a thousand US dollars, and if foreigners secretly transported them over through unofficial, illegal trade, the price would multiply several times over, potentially reaching ten thousand. Light machine guns were different; the manufacturing cost in Europe and America was only a few hundred US dollars, and buying one here only cost a little over a thousand.

The way back was not peaceful, because the Japanese had begun to block various routes and conducted large-scale searches for people again. Fortunately, the previous eight dead ghost credentials were enough, and he took a detour to go to the direction of leaving the city, rather than the direction of the concession, avoiding the large Japanese army.

Out of the city, he went to a desolate and dilapidated safe house on the hillside, far from the village, with a single door and a single courtyard. He took out a set of new clothes from the secret basement, hit cold well water, hit soap, and washed the smell of gunpowder smoke on his body.

He looked at his body carefully, looking for places where he was injured. Bullets whistled, and he was not a superman, so it was normal to scrape twice. During the fierce battle, his body was powerful, and he couldn't feel small injuries at all.

The result was good, only two blood marks were scraped on the outside of the thigh and the side of the waist, which could heal in a week or so. During this period, as long as he didn't sleep with women, he wouldn't be exposed, and the problem was not big.

Bathing, makeup and disguise, changing the license plate for the car again, wiping and washing inside and out, only then did he put on a fedora again, drive the car, and head toward the French Concession.

Already out of the city, it was much smoother when returning to the city. Showing the credentials, saying a few words to report the situation, and successfully returning to the French Concession all the way.

Finding a place to park the car, he hid his figure and went to Pétain Road, knocked on the back door of the Yonghe Hotel. At this time, the time was already past three o'clock.

Liu Qiulan, who opened the door, saw Wang Yan standing outside the door and let out a long sigh of relief. "Hurry in, we've been waiting for your news."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, went to the study, and sat on the single sofa hidden behind the light again.

Lu Boda let out a sigh of relief and asked with concern, "How is it? Not injured, right?"

"Scraped two shots, small injury. Comrade Xiwen, and other comrades who participated in the rescue action, how are they?"

"The action was very successful. At that time, the action at the sanatorium took less than ten minutes to retreat. You blocked the largest group of reinforcements nearby, winning a long retreat time for other comrades. If there are no accidents, they have already joined the retreating Mobile Corps Commander comrades. Comrade Pei Min, from the time Comrade Xiwen was captured to his rescue today, it is all your credit. Otherwise, we would not only sacrifice an excellent comrade, but also don't know how much price we would have to pay..."

Although he hadn't rested well recently, and hadn't slept until now today, Lu Boda was still very spirited, his face couldn't hide his smile when talking, but he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Song Xiwen's matter almost tortured him crazy. After all, for the past month, the Japanese had always made a big deal out of Song Xiwen, and he responded very tiredly. Now he was finally liberated.

"What can I do alone? This is the result of the comrades' unity and joint efforts. I dare not take credit." Wang Yan shook his head. "Are the fifty comrades who acted with me still there?"

"No news yet. Fighting a war, sacrifice is inevitable." Lu Boda sighed, his mood low. It was really too high a price to pay to rescue Song Xiwen. He said: "You have already tried your best, don't worry. This person, he has a place to go. The country is in danger today, people of our generation dare not cherish their bodies? Today is someone else, tomorrow is you and me, it's a matter of time."

This is self-comfort, and also comforting Wang Yan. It is also true, doing revolutionary things, who knows what will happen tomorrow?

Wang Yan knows.

He smiled. "Alright, confirm the action result with you, and let you see that I am still alive and kicking, so that everyone can be at ease, and I should go back to rest. For the next emergency contact, let's use the second uncle of the mother's family to find Hua Bicheng, to seek good luck. However, when issuing the missing person announcement, pay attention to one point, the Japanese agents have long been staring at it."

"Don't worry, we all called, and the payment was also transferred to their account by the bank, all random locations, random banks, they will never catch them in their lifetime." Lu Boda laughed and shook hands with Wang Yan, patting Wang Yan's arm. "Pay attention to safety on the road, take care."

Wang Yan nodded, turned and left the Yonghe Hotel, turned around, and finally returned to the Wang Mansion...

The next day, early in the morning, Wang Yan practiced boxing, and Qi Si walked over with a pile of newspapers. "Brother Yan, did you hear the gunshots last night?"

"How could I not hear it? I'm not deaf. Such a big explosion, it's annoying. I had nightmares in the second half of the night. It's been a long time since I had a nightmare, there must be something to it. After breakfast, let's go to Master Zhao to see." Wang Yan picked up a towel to wipe his face and asked: "Who did this thing this time? Military Statistics Bureau or underground party?"

"That must be the Red Party. How could the Military Statistics Bureau have this courage? I have understood it for so many years, the Military Statistics Bureau only has the ability to find trouble with the Red Party. Others, can't count on it."

Qi Si swung the newspaper in his hand and said: "It is said that the Japanese captured some important figure of the Red Party, taking advantage of the parades everywhere these days, the Japanese are vigilant during the day and relaxed at night, directly launching an action, and acting near the Army Hospital in the former Japanese concession. By the way, Pei Min appeared again this time, saying that he led dozens of people to block the battalion of the Japanese army, and also sniped a Lieutenant Colonel and a Major in the first time, and killed several junior officers during the exchange of fire. Finally, he covered others to retreat alone, and fought with hundreds of people for more than ten minutes. The newspaper said that the Japanese army suffered more than three hundred casualties. Truly amazing..."

Qi Si flicked a newspaper in his hand and said, "It says the Japanese captured some important Red Party figure. Taking advantage of the protests everywhere these past few days, when the Japanese were vigilant during the day but lax at night, they launched an operation directly and took action near the Army Hospital in the former Japanese Concession. By the way, Pei Min appeared again this time. It's said he led dozens of people to intercept a battalion of the Japanese army, and he personally sniped a Lieutenant Colonel and a Second Lieutenant at the first opportunity, and killed several other officers during the exchange of fire. In the end, he even covered the others' retreat alone, fighting with hundreds of people for over ten minutes. The newspaper says the Japanese suffered over three hundred casualties—truly amazing..."

Wang Yan took the *Shen Bao* at the beginning, and while walking back slowly, he looked at it.

This time the casualties to the Japanese army, the number of more than three hundred, not many died, it should all be injuries. The main thing was the mortar shelling in the beginning, then when the Japanese army reacted and rushed out of the barracks, they were hit by other fifty comrades unexpectedly, and finally it was when they surrounded Wang Yan, they were blown up by the grenades all over the sky.

As for Wang Yan's own casualties, actually there were not many. After all, the bullets were like rain, it was good that he was alive, and it was not easy to find a chance to fire, all relying on the feeling of good marksmanship. Killing the junior officers, that was really unlucky. After all, he fired, that was whoever shouted lively and collapsed toward whoever. Generally, such people were officers...

However, the news did not stint on the praise of Pei Min. Before, he was the god of killing, now after two actions, the exaggerated record was exposed, and he had become the god of war. It was also strange that the original Red Team Section Chief was captured and defected, exposing his code name and record, otherwise the outside world would not know his code name until now.

After washing up and going out for breakfast, he didn't continue to go to the scene to pay attention to the parade, but really went to find that Master Zhao.

Shanghai is so big, such a prosperous metropolis, with all kinds of people gathering, all kinds of trades, there is Jianghu, there is martial arts. This Master Zhao is named Zhao Zi, can read faces, can tell fortunes, understands Feng Shui, is proficient in health preservation, is a proper Xuanmen person, is a famous master in Shanghai, and many celebrities in Shanghai have looked for him.

Wang Yan also looked for him before, to calculate good and bad, to measure the future. This time, it was to let this Master Zhao interpret the dream, interpret the nightmare he had last night. Seeking self-cultivation, light diet, abstaining from sex for half a month, burning incense and resting quietly every day.

This move, of course, was to cover up the gunshot wounds he received.

Otherwise, whether it was seen by Wang Manchun, discovered by Yu Manli, or said by other women, wouldn't he have something to do... ===== CHAPTER 665 =====

Otherwise, whether it was seen by Wang Man Chun, discovered by Yu Manli, or talked about by other women, wouldn't he be in trouble...