The Chinese People's Liberation Army ran a 5-kilometer 35-kilogram weight-bearing run. Geng Chaozhong's score when he was in the military academy was 22 minutes. I haven't tested it here, but I guess I can run 18 minutes. Now I run for a while.
I should have traveled at least 30 miles, and the faint sound of the motorcycle motor behind me has disappeared. Now I can finally rest.
After lying down for ten minutes, Geng Chaozhong finally regained some strength. He leaned on his gun and climbed up with difficulty. He looked up at the Beidou in the starry sky. After identifying the direction, he walked towards a small village in the west, and then walked again.
After more than half an hour, he came to a small courtyard, opened the door and got in.
This was a safe house that he had prepared long ago. It was in a remote location and sparsely populated. After entering the house, Geng Chaozhong first took out a rectangular suitcase from the house, then skillfully took apart the sniper rifle and put it properly into the suitcase.
in the mezzanine.
After taking a breath and lying on the thatched bed, Geng Chaozhong began to think carefully about the shot just now.
To be honest, in order to ensure a hit, he chose to aim at the lower part of the neck, but in the end he hit his forehead. The gap was so big that he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat after shooting.
There was no way, he hadn't touched a gun for a long time since he was imprisoned, and sniping requires a good feel. At least it requires a period of restorative practice before taking action. He was already very satisfied with the result he just achieved.
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However, today's shot was really unavoidable. If Zhao Lijun was not eliminated, Yun Wei and even himself would be threatened. However, this shot may also remind the Japanese of what happened in Northeast China in 1931.
Using this gun, it is estimated that the bullets for this gun have already been registered with the Special High School.
It doesn't matter, at least now, I can finally have a good sleep.
Geng Chaozhong took a deep breath and quickly fell asleep.
.......
"Sure enough, 7.62 caliber!"
In the super high school station, under the dim light, Doihara was holding a warhead that was almost flattened by the skull cavity.
"Is it really that person?" Muto opened his eyes wide.
"Of course it's true. From the director of the Fengtian Special High School to the Changchun garrison, there are at least thirty imperial elites who died under such bullets. How can I admit my mistake!" Doihara's triangular eyes said,
Shining like a hungry wolf, "I have been looking for this man for three years, and now he has appeared in Peiping again!"
"Could it be someone else, just using the same firearm?" Muto said.
"No," Doihara handed the bullet in his hand to Muto, "even the Cheka doesn't have many gunmen like this. What's more, a gun that uses this kind of bullet must be specially made!"
"Specially made?" Muto asked doubtfully.
"Yes," Doihara nodded, "I once asked an imperial ordnance expert to find out that such precision rifles are only available in Germany, and the most precise rifle in Germany is an improved version of the gewehr 98, equipped with a six-fold sight.
Behind the mirror, it can accurately kill targets within 1000 meters. But even such a gun, there are not many in Germany, not to mention the bullet of gewehr 98 is 7.92. It can be seen that this person must have improved the original firearm and replaced it with
Loaded with 7.62 bullets commonly used by the Soviets."
"Hey, I understand!" Wu Teng nodded, his eyes flashing with thought, "You just said that this gun has appeared in Daocheng, Fengtian and Changchun, and now it has appeared in Peiping.
Can we draw a line of movement of this person? Also, when was the last time he used this gun?"
"It should have been at the beginning of 1931 that he used this gun to assassinate a major in our garrison in Changchun." Doihara looked at Muto with admiration.
"At the beginning of 2031, more than three years have passed. In these three years, where has he been and what has he done? Why has he not taken any action?" Muto narrowed his eyes.
"This is exactly the task I want to give you," Doihara nodded. "This man is of great value to us, especially his gun. This gun has such high accuracy. It stands to reason that if the energy is produced,
The Soviet Union has begun preparations for a long time, but there has been no movement until now. There is only one possibility, that is, this gun is not easy to mass-produce, and it is likely to be manually debugged. But even so, it will definitely be possible to get this gun.
Let our rifle industry be enlightened, so the value of this person is not just who he is, but what he holds in his hand, and that's why I have been paying attention to this matter."
"My subordinate understands." Muto nodded.
"Yeah," Doihara nodded and said:
"Well, although Station Commander Fang is dead today, at least we have another piece of information. Why did this person appear in Peiping? Why did he assassinate a Nanjing spy who had nothing to do with the Soviet Union? There must be something unknown in this.
A major secret, please try your best to investigate this matter clearly, do you understand?!"
"Hey Yi! I understand!"
Doihara nodded, raised his hand and patted Muto's shoulder, and left the room.
Outside the room, Yun Wei was also frowning.
Where did this bullet that suddenly saved him come from?
Is it intentional or just a coincidence?
.......
Early the next morning, Geng Chaozhong carried his suitcase to the Yokohama Zhengjin Bank in Dongjiaomin Lane, Japan. After going through some procedures, he deposited the suitcase containing the sniper rifle into the Zhengjin Bank's safe.
This was the best way he could think of to keep his rifle.
In China at this time, there is probably no bank that is safer than Yokohama Shokin Bank. This bank has a Japanese royal background. No Japanese, including the Japanese military, dares to privately check the customer information of Yokohama Shokin Bank.
Immediately afterwards, Geng Chaozhong came to the contact point near the super high school station and waited for Yun Wei's arrival.
It was not until ten o'clock at noon that Yun Wei, dressed as a Japanese, appeared at the contact point. The first words he spoke shocked Geng Chaozhong.
"Zhao Lijun is dead?!" Geng Chaozhong opened his mouth.
"Dead!" A complicated expression appeared on Yun Wei's face, "Last night, a gunman killed Zhao Lijun from a distance of several hundred meters!"
"Is there such a thing?!" Geng Chaozhong's mouth opened even wider, "This is impossible! It's impossible to hit the target from a few hundred meters away in the middle of the night!"
"Perhaps it was just a mistake," Yun Wei said with a strange expression on his face, "Maybe his original target was Mu Teng, but he hit Zhao Lijun just because he didn't aim."
"A coincidence, it must be a coincidence," Geng Chaozhong nodded firmly, "By the way, how come Wu Teng is with Zhao Lijun."
