Who knew that the next moment, a cold light passed by, and then there was a "dou" sound coming from behind.

He touched his face, which was sore from the wind, and looked at the daggers vibrating outside the stacked ammunition boxes behind him. His face was a little pale.

"First of all, I am a deserter, and then I am labeled as a Japanese spy. Apart from slander, what else can I do?" Lin Yue glanced at the two superior soldiers behind Lei Xiong who were pointing guns at him and said: "If I were a Japanese soldier,

Spies, you are already dead."

After saying that, without waiting for Lei Xiong's reply, he turned around and walked towards the stairs.

"What you think about is how to make the sacrifice meaningful. What I think about is how to let more people survive. So, you just think about how to fight the next battle. As long as I don't disrupt your deployment of the 524th Regiment, it's best.

Leave me alone unless you want to save a few Japs from dying."

Lei Xiong pulled out the shell gun from his waist and was about to aim it at Lin Yue's back when Xie Jinyuan pressed down on him.

"This man is different from those deserters."

Unlike Lei Xiong, Zhu Shengzhong, Qi Jiaming and others, Xie Jinyuan has a more mature view of Lin Yue. Judging from his skills, there is no doubt that he is a good fighter against Japanese invaders. Judging from the conversation just now, he is definitely not one of the gang below.

Illiterate deserters can compare.

With high force value, strategy, reason, and kindness, having such a person in Sihang Warehouse may be of great help in subsequent battles.

"Regiment Attachment, no matter how capable he is, he still has to listen to you. If all the deserters below follow his example, what will happen?"

"If there are more of these slutty people, maybe I can sleep a little more soundly tonight."

"Tuanfu..."

Lin Yue heard the conversation between Lei Xiong and Xie Jinyuan clearly, and even the changes in their expressions could not escape his "eyes". Thanks to Xie Jinyuan for pressing down Lei Xiong's hand, otherwise the machine gun company commander would have died.

Crippled.

People like Lei Xiong and Zhu Shengzhong are not afraid of sacrifice and are willing to guard the Four Lines Warehouse, which is good. But one code is one code. If you insist on killing him, you will certainly not sit still and wait for death. After all, the mission is to rescue the deserters.

He could completely wait for the 524th Regiment to withdraw into the concession before taking action.

When they came down from the rooftop, Lao Abacus, Lao Tie, Yang Guai and others had already entered the warehouse. The door to the south was opened, and several soldiers were transporting water from the Suzhou River into the warehouse for storage in preparation for war.

On the other side of the South Gate is the Suzhou River, and on the other side of the Suzhou River is the British Concession.

It was pitch black to the north of Sihang Warehouse, with the sound of gunfire and gunfire coming one after another. What suddenly lit up the sky was not fireworks, but raging war.

On the south side of the Sihang Warehouse, neon lights flashed, singing and dancing took place, pedestrians were passing by on the river bank, cars jingled, ladies and gentlemen were coming in and out of the casino entrance, the theater troupe not far away was singing chimes and cymbals, and on the balcony of the second floor of the Victory Bar, EVA

Wearing a red suspender skirt and singing "Nightingale".

Lin Yue went over and patted Duanwu on the back: "Does it sound good?"

"It sounds good, it sounds really good."

When he found out that the person asking the question was Lin Yue, this young man who was a bit upright and a bit timid quickly turned his head and did not dare to look at him.

"Lin Yue, they didn't do anything to you, did they?" Li Xiang and Yang Shusheng walked over from the north gate. After asking this question, they were stunned when they saw the scene on the south gate. It was obvious that the two of them had not expected anything.

The other side of the river is like heaven.

"I'm fine." Lin Yue patted him on the shoulder: "Well done just now."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the place where cotton-padded clothes were piled and sat down. He took out "The Collection of Birds" that he had borrowed when sending Han Yi across the river, and read through it carefully by the light, ignoring the fearful or resentful looks of the soldiers of the 524th Regiment.

After a while, Yangguai got tired of seeing the weird things on the other side, walked to the ammunition box not far from him, sat down, took out the 1994 military knife he had just received as a gift, and wiped the blood on it with a towel wrapped around his head.

"Aren't you afraid that they will kill you if you do this?"

When Yangguai said this, Zhu Shengzhong was sitting in the corner, chewing dry food one bite at a time. He glanced at where the two of them were sitting from time to time, his expression not very friendly.

Lin Yue said without raising his head: "Their enemies are outside, not inside."

Ding~

Yo~

With a crisp sound, a coin fell from the second floor and rolled to a stop at Yangguai's feet. He picked it up and looked at it in the palm of his hand.

Lao Abacus turned over and jumped down, walked up to him and said to please him: "Thank you, give it back to me, it is my lifeblood."

Yangguai thrust the saber he had just wiped clean in front of his face.

The old abacus hesitated for a while, then reached into his arms, took out a pocket watch and handed it over: "Ancestral land."

Yangguai took the pocket watch in his hand and looked at it. Just as he was about to throw away the coin, he suddenly caught sight of Lin Yue reaching out and threw the coin at him, then put the pocket watch in his pocket with peace of mind.

Lao Abacus bravely walked up to Lin Yue: "Brother, you are a cultured person and can be reasonable. Can you give it back to me?"

"Want it?"

Old Abacus nodded: "I think."

"Go and move that away." Lin Yue pointed to the safe behind him. After finishing, he rubbed his ankles that no longer hurt much, put on his boots, and said with emotion that physical fitness is a good thing, but he needs to add a few more points.

Old Abacus walked over with curiosity, looked around, pulled open the blocked basket, pushed open the safe with the two deserters next to him and got into the stable.

In just the time it took to light a cigarette, a loud hissing sound was heard, and the frightened white horse rushed into the corridor.

"The horse ran away."

"The horse ran away."

There was a commotion in the hall.

The soldiers of the 524th Regiment were stunned for a moment. Someone subconsciously raised his gun and was about to shoot. The orderer Qi Qi pressed it down.

Shh~

The whistle sounded.

The white horse calmed down immediately, and Qi Qi walked over and patted its hair to comfort it.

Lao Abacus and others over there were about to go over and join in the fun, but Qi Jiaming yelled at them and scared them back.

Lin Yue jumped off the sack, walked forward facing the gaze of Yangguai and others, slapped the horse on its back and turned over.

Qi Qi was anxious. He thought the white horse would be frightened again, but he was so honest. Not to mention being frightened, he didn't even sneeze.

"Is that the sandwich at Lowe's?"

Lin Yue patted the horse's belly, and the white horse kicked with all four legs. He turned and walked towards the north gate. When he approached the door, he hooked his feet down, put a medium-sized formal rifle on his shoulder, and said to the soldier guarding the front door.

: "Open the door".

The man shuddered and hurried over to pull the iron door open. Lin Yue shouted: "Let's go", and the white horse accelerated suddenly, hooves clapping and galloped out.

Old Abacus was stamping his feet behind him in a hurry: "Crazy, crazy."

He was not worried that Lin Yue would die outside, he was worried about his own life.

Qi Qi ran forward two steps and looked at the back of the door that quickly merged into the night, with a complicated expression. He was able to comfort Baima because he had practiced herding herding since he was a child, but that fierce guy turned out to be even more powerful than him. Baima gave

When people ride on it, they actually show no intention of resisting at all.

Xiao Hubei walked to him, looked at the iron door that was gradually closing, and said, "Brother Qiyue, don't worry, I think he will come back."

…

South Bank of Suzhou River, British Concession.

It has been raining in Shanghai for a whole day, but it has no intention of stopping. As it goes into the night, the rain lines become denser. I don’t know if God is crying for the heroes who died in the war, or if I can’t bear to see the horrors of the world and want to wash them off the ground.

Those shocking bright reds.

People on the garbage bridge are still pouring in. Today is destined to be a sleepless night.

People passing through the checkpoint are looking for a place to stay. However, the concession is so big and there are only so many houses that there is simply no room for all the refugees. The rich can still endure the exponential increase in hotel rents and look for a warm harbor sheltered from the wind and rain.

The poor... can only huddle in the eaves and corners of the house, with their hands folded across their chests, shivering, listening to the sound of rain hitting the metal signboard, or looking at the pedestrians walking by with blank eyes.

A woman holding a child could not squeeze into the sidewalk under the arcade because she was in a hurry. She did not bring an umbrella and had no money. She could only sit on the steps on the street and try her best to get the child who had just learned to run.

Under the umbrella of a kind-hearted person, I covered my head with a cotton coat and was soaked in the rain.

Suddenly, the sound of rain slapping against her clothes disappeared. She thought the rain had stopped. When she looked up, she realized that it wasn't the rain that had stopped, but an umbrella covering the sky.

Standing next to him was a young man in a brown trench coat.

She took the umbrella under his gaze and said, "Thank you."

The young man nodded, continued walking forward, and put the poncho in his arm on a man who was hugging his girlfriend and using his body to help block the rain.

A poncho.

Two ponchos.

Three ponchos.

…

In less than a minute, a military green landscape appeared on the steps.

Some people stood up and looked at the young man's back with gratitude, and some found that their ponchos were stained with blood, but who would dislike it in this situation.
Chapter completed!