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A gunshot was heard.

The bullet accurately hit the upper abdomen of the Japanese sentry on the guardhouse, and the latter fell to the ground.

The gunshots woke up the Japanese army, and a Japanese sergeant carried a sabre and went up to the third floor from the second floor to the camp.

"What's going on? Where to shoot?"

"Report to the sir, it's where the enemy attacked."

"On the light." The Japanese sergeant ordered with a dark face.

The searchlight on the artillery tower turned on, illuminating the surrounding area like daylight. It happened to see two figures fleeing in a hurry.

"Shoot!" The Japanese sergeant waved his command knife, gritted his teeth and ordered.

Da da da da da.

Lu Xingge hit the target with one blow and was not in a fight. He and Jiang Muzi were like hunters who had succeeded in sneak attacking, carrying a spear and fleeing in a "hunt".

"Sir, they are only two of them, should they pursue them?"

The Japanese sergeant had a serious expression, and he set up a telescope to look out from the lookout, then shook his head, "Beware of the trap."

He suspected that the other party was the guerrilla team that was quite active in Sichuan.

Zhujiazhuang bunker was also hit in this way at the beginning of the month. The garrison sent half a squad to pursue it, but it encountered an ambush circle that the opponent had already set up.

Eight Japanese troops were surrounded by guerrillas and were waiting for assistance. Although they later received support from the garrison of Zhujiazhuang Bunker Headquarters, they successfully defeated the enemy after nearly half an hour of fierce fighting and killed more than ten guerrilla members. However, there were three warriors on the Locust Army, and four others were seriously injured. The ratio of combat damage was nearly one to two.

This incident shocked all the strongholds in Pudong, and they were also particularly vigilant about the combat effectiveness of this guerrilla team under the banner of the Third Detachment of the Shanghai Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Zone.

"Report to the commander, deputy commander, the Japanese army did not pursue it." Xu Zhengrong reported.

"This Chongxiong is very cautious." Lu Xingge said with a frown.

According to the information found, the Japanese military officer Chongxiong in this artillery tower was cruel and enjoyed torture and kill the common people. He judged that this person should be a rough person, so he used the same trick again, but he did not expect Chongxiong to be fooled.

"Retreat!" Jiang Muzi said, "The enemy was not deceived. On the one hand, he was cautious, and maybe he was holding back the bad."

"Old Tan is right. If we can't ambush, we will be ambushed by the enemy." Lu Xingge waved his hand and "retreat."

With the ginger mule, Lu Xingge gave the order, dozens of Rangers' members appeared from the night from the weeds in the ditch, quickly evacuated, and disappeared into the night.

Just returned to the station.

"Commander, Deputy Commander." Zheng Ruiqiu, the head of the telegram group, hurriedly came up, "Sir, the Chief."

Jiang Mule and Lu Xingge all had a solemn face.

Their armed forces directly belong to the team leader Xiao Mian. In a sense, only Xiao Mian can command the command headquarters. Even Dai Director of Chongqing is not good enough to directly cross Xiao Mian to contact them.

Therefore, the leader Zheng Ruiqiu must be the leader of group Xiao Mian.

Jiang Muzi took the telegram, took a look, and handed the telegram to Lu Xingge.

Lu Xingge's expression was extremely serious, and he said in a deep voice, "What happened in Shanghai."

He said to Jiang Muzi, "Old Tan, you stay at the garrison, I will take people back to Shanghai."

"You stay, I'll go." Jiang Mule shook her head.

"Old Tan, don't argue with me first, listen to me and tell me the reasons." Lu Xingge smiled.

Jiang Mule snorted, meaning I'll just listen to what kind of flowers you can say.

"I'm more familiar with Shanghai than you."

"There are many people who know you, which is dangerous."

Lu Xingge smiled, not refuting the topic, and continued, "I know Japanese."

"When did you speak Japanese?" Jiang Mule was surprised.

Lu Xingge smiled arrogantly, meaning I have gone with more things.

"I'm better than you."

"I'm better than you."

"I graduated from the Central Army Officer's School with excellent grades. You know that. If I were in the team..." Lu Xingge talked happily, "My classmates are at least..."

Lu Xingge suddenly fell silent.

"What's wrong? They are all battalion commanders? The regiment commanders?" Jiang Muzi said.

"I've died for the country." Lu Xingge's voice was low. He was the ninth phase of the Central Army Officer's School. There were 16 people in their dormitory. Two people died in the front line of the Jiangxi "bandit suppression" and eleven people died for the anti-Japanese war. Five of them died in the battlefield of Songhu two years ago. Four people died for the country in the defense battle in Nanjing. Two people died in Taierzhuang.

In the dormitory of fifteen people, only three of them, including him, survive!

"Go." Jiang Muzi took a puff of cigarettes in a depressed manner and said, "Smoke thirty brothers."

He handed Lu Xingge a cigarette, "I agreed to come back alive."

"The big Shanghai is not a tiger's den." Lu Xingge chuckled. Seeing Jiang Mule's expression serious, he also became solemn, "How dare you go first before the Japanese pirates are destroyed!"

...

Cheng Qianfan's pace is accelerating.

He listened carefully.

The man behind him really speeded up.

He frowned slightly.

After secretly meeting with Taozi and Haozai to deploy emergency plans, he hurried back.

Tong Kangli was ahead, but suddenly I found someone following me sneakily.

Cheng Qianfan's heart moved.

When he arrived at the intersection in front, he turned right and entered the main road.

Half an hour later, Cheng Qianfan came to the entrance of a Shikumen residential house.

He took out the key and opened the door, then suddenly found someone following him, immediately picked up the violin case on the ground and left quickly.

The stalker was very anxious and ran to the door of this house, took out chalk from his body and marked it on the door, and then continued to chase.

I just chased into an alley, but there was no one there.

The man spitted on the ground and cursed.

This is a hallway.

The night wind is a bit strong.

Suddenly, a man jumped off the wall, and an arm tightly wrapped around the stalker's neck from behind, and a sharp dagger also pressed against the man's throat.

"Don't move, don't shout, be good!" Cheng Qianfan's voice was hoarse, his voice was low and gentle.

The stalker was so scared that he didn't dare to move, "Good man, go for life, go for life."

"Why follow me?"

"The hero misunderstood."

"No honest!" Cheng Qianfan used his wrist and the sharp dagger immediately pierced the skin of the person's neck, and blood flowed out.

"I said, I said."

"Why are you following me?"

"Hero, I'm from the police station's detective team. Today I'm not in my arms, I have no money in my hands, I'm just looking at you..."

Cheng Qianfan frowned, he covered the man's mouth and nose with his left hand, and stabbed the dagger with his right hand hard.

When the blood oozed out, the man held his mouth and lowered his neck.

He bent down and flipped over the man, and indeed he found the ID of a Shanghai pseudo-government police brigade and a Japanese-style southern pistol.

Cheng Qianfan is very familiar with the streets and alleys of the French Concession. The reason why he chose to do it was to prepare for the ending.

There is a public toilet not far away.

After Cheng Qianfan dragged the body to the public toilet, he threw it directly into the cesspool. The document was also lit by a match. When it was about to burn out, it was blown out and rubbed away. The southern pistol was also thrown into the cesspool.

...

"Brother Fan, are you injured?" Li Hao came to the bedroom, sniffed his nose, and asked.

Brother Fan did not turn on the light, but Li Hao still smelled a faint smell of blood.

"I'm fine." Cheng Qianfan said, "I handled a tail on the road."

"Is it being followed?" Haozi asked immediately.

"It shouldn't be." Cheng Qianfan shook his head.

He guessed that the guy from the detective team had not lie, but he couldn't say it well.
To be continued...