Being pointed at so many guns, no matter how strong his skills are, the most annoyed at this time is Yu Hanchao, who thought he could show his skills, but he didn't expect to become a prisoner as soon as he landed, and he would be shot without even being tried, so it was better to stay in the original time and space to move bricks.

Under the muzzle of the black hole, they slowly put down their weapons, while taking off their equipment, while thinking about how to escape, the equipment of the People's Liberation Army in the sixties and seventies was very backward, no different from the World War II period, an armed belt tied around the waist, all kinds of backpacks, water bottles, pistol holsters, binoculars, ammunition bags left and right hung on the body, for a while and a half will really not be able to untie.

The staff of the prop center of the crossing station are very responsible, and the equipment prepared for them are all products of the 60s, old goods poured out of the military warehouse, washed and ironed and used, there is no flaw at all, but too perfect is a flaw, and there is no place to reason if someone sees through it.

Liu Yan looked at the words and looks, discerning the important people in the guerrillas, he planned to see the opportunity, take hostages, and escape, the captain was too far away from him, I was afraid that he would have to be shot a few times if he didn't pounce, and the rest of the people didn't seem to be so important, suddenly a tall man came into his sight, this guy's hat brim was very low, but he still showed brown and yellow hair on his temples, and then looked at his strong little arms with his sleeves rolled up, the yellow hair was vigorous, and it was clearly not Asian, then there were only two possibilities, either it was the Soviet army who surrendered to Chengcheng, Either the advisers sent by the Americans, in short, they are more important roles.

The deep eyes under the brim of the hat were looking over, facing Liu Yanzhi, those eyes narrowed slightly, and said: "Keep people under the knife." "Very authentic Mandarin, without a hint of dialect accent.

"Lao Lin, if you don't kill them, do you still raise them?" The bearded man was indignant, "Our rations are not abundant. ”

The man known as Lao Lin walked over, raised his liberation hat slightly to reveal his true face, it turned out to be really a white man, and a typical Anglo-Saxon race, not a Slavic race, he stared at Liu Yan for a while, and then walked up to the party patriotic, and asked him: "Who are you, don't deceive me with the shoddy lies of the 258th Regiment, you obviously came down from Cuiwei Mountain, then there is only one possibility, that is, to come by Soviet helicopter." ”

Without waiting for the party's patriotic answer, Lao Lin gave an order: "Take them back for interrogation, I suspect that they are not ordinary puppet soldiers, but high-level agents trained by the KGB." ”

The captain is a middle-aged man in his forties, he nodded in agreement, so the team members took five prisoners, blindfolded, tied their hands behind their backs, and escorted them to the car, this guerrilla force is a semi-motorized force, equipped with Beijing jeeps and captured Soviet gas jeeps, as well as Yangtze River 750 sidecar motorcycles and weighted permanent bicycles, all vehicles are covered with tree branches, and they immediately stop in case of air raids and disguise themselves as woods, which are difficult to find from the air.

During the war, the road was badly damaged, potholes, and bumpy for a long time, and finally arrived at the destination, the base of the guerrillas, a remote village, and the prisoners were brought into the original production team compound, at this time their blindfolds were untied, but the rope was still tightly tied to their hands, and the guerrillas hated the traitors, and the ropes were strangled into the flesh.

The captives were held and interrogated separately, and Liu Yanzhi was kept alone in a room, and as soon as the guards closed the door, he broke the rope and lay on the crack of the door to observe the situation outside.

It was a typical village in the Central Plains, with mostly adobe thatched houses, and it was already evening, the lights were in place, all the windows were papier-mâché, and there were militiamen with old-fashioned rifles on duty at the door, and the whole village was silent, except for the distant barking of dogs.

The so-called cell is a mud house, Liu Yanzhi can punch a hole in the wall with one punch, and it is even easier to stun the sentry outside the door, and even kill the Quartet, it is not difficult to turn him upside down, but these people are his own compatriots, warriors who resist the invaders, how can he bear to do it.

But it's not good to be restrained, it's hard to explain the identity of the crossing group, and during the war, the handling of spies is rather than let go, so he decided to do it.

The guerrillas were not idle, they first interrogated Professor Xing, the oldest among the captives and looked the weakest-willed, and the one in charge of interrogation was Li Weidong, the captain of the guerrillas, who was originally a rural middle school teacher, after the Soviets came over, a group of people from the township government defected to the enemy, he pulled the students up the mountains to fight guerrillas, and later joined a part of the defeated soldiers who were scattered to form the Huaijiang guerrilla brigade. The superiors also sent them an American adviser named John. Lynch, also known as Lao Lin.

Under his teaching, the guerrillas quickly mastered the use of Stinger missiles and the operation of American-made AN/PRC-74B radio stations and AN/GRA-71 pulse coding equipment, but no one could teach the Chinese the strategy and tactics of fighting guerrillas, and the valuable experience left by the revolutionaries of the previous generation in the War of Resistance Against Japan was as effective against the Soviets.

Professor Xing is an intellectual, timid, and will do everything when he is frightened, but he is also a person who understands measure, and he did not say that he came through 45 years, only that he was not a soldier, but a scientist, to be precise, an expert from the Shanghai Institute of Biochemistry, who came here to carry out a top-secret mission.

"You don't understand the specific task, of course, even if you kill me, I won't say it." The old man was very cunning and understood that he could not pour beans into a bamboo tube, which would make others not believe him.

Li Weidong is a high school chemistry teacher, and he asked some difficult chemistry questions for middle school students, and Professor Xing easily answered them.

"As far as I know, the Institute of Biochemistry has moved from Shanghai to the rear of Wuhan." John. Lynch drew in his notebook with a pencil, looking very focused, "What's the name of your director?" ”

Professor Xing calmly replied that he had indeed worked in the Institute of Biochemistry forty-five years ago, and his memory was unforgettable, and Lynch couldn't help but ask him.

John. Before joining the CIA, he was a ranger captain in the Army's 75th Infantry Regiment, with rich combat experience and meticulous observation skills, he was helping the Chinese against the Soviet Union, but he was more important to defend American interests.

The Chinese's biochemical technology is the only technology that is ahead of the United States, and as a CIA agent, Lynch is very sensitive to this.

He turned to Li Weidong and said, "I believe they are their own people." ”

Li Weidong nodded, he also thought that these people were comrades on secret missions, and if they were spies of the Soviets, there was no need to bring an elderly biochemical scientist in the team.

"In this case, comrade, let's call our superiors to verify your identity." Li Weidong personally stepped forward to untie Professor Xing's rope, "I'm sorry, I've wronged you." ”

Professor Xing rubbed his arm and said, "Hurry up and let those living ancestors go, don't cause trouble, those are all guards assigned to me by my superiors, and their skills are not ordinary." ”

Li Weidong came to the door, and was just about to call the correspondent, when suddenly a person jumped down from the roof, and the snow bright military thorn hit his neck with lightning speed.

"Captain Li, I'm sorry, let our people go, otherwise you're not welcome." It was Liu Yanzhi who held the knife, he removed the gate five minutes ago and knocked out the sentry with the rifle, the 38 big cover during the Anti-Japanese War was old and unusable, but the bayonet was still extremely sharp, and he took it off, and it was on Captain Li's neck at this moment.

Although Li Weidong is a middle school teacher, two years of bloody rain have honed him into a strong warrior, he has no fear, talking and laughing: "Sure enough, you are a master, don't be impulsive, I know that you are your own people, so let them go." ”

Liu Yanzhi glanced at Professor Xing out of the corner of his eye, and the latter nodded at him, so he put down his stinger, but pulled out the Stepchkin submachine pistol in Li Weidong's holster.

"Lend it to me." Liu Yan said straight.

Li Weidong smiled generously and shouted: "Correspondent, go and bring all the prisoners, be polite, they are all your own people." ”

Only the party was patriotic, Lei Meng and Yu Hanchao were gone, and they couldn't be trapped in the cell at all, but these two people were not as keen as Liu Yanzhi, and they found the headquarters of the guerrillas at the first time, and they each hid in the grass and waited for the opportunity.

The misunderstanding was cleared up, Lei Meng and Yu Hanchao also came out of hiding, and everyone gathered together, with tea jars and aluminum lunch boxes on the table, drinking Russian vodka, and eating Soviet military canned food and American-aided Spam luncheon meat.

The bearded man picked up the teapot and said: "Don't fight and don't know each other, don't be surprised, I hate traitors the most, in the past, when I caught the puppet army, I was shot directly, but if it weren't for Lao Lin today, I almost killed my own people." ”

His name is Wang Qiang, he is a platoon commander of the regular army who was scattered, and now he is the deputy captain of the guerrillas.

Everyone picked up the teapot and said, "Cheers!" "Seven or eight military teapots collided together, and the pungent smell of vodka alcohol filled the room.

"Where are you from?" Li Weidong was puzzled and asked, "The river is full of Soviet gunboats, and the land transportation is blocked by them. ”

"We came by submarine, but something happened, the submarine sank, and the naval soldiers died, and they covered us with their lives." The party's patriotism is sad, and lies come as soon as they open their mouths.

"What's next?" Li Weidong said, "What do you need our cooperation?" ”

"We're going back to Wuhan." The party patriotically said, "We must go back as soon as possible, and the stakes are very high." ”

"Do you have any information with you?" Wang Qiang asked half-jokingly.

Li Weidong glared at him: "Haven't you learned the confidentiality regulations?" Don't ask what you shouldn't. Then he said to the party: "Chief, our Huaijiang Brigade will fully cooperate with you." ”

Wang Qiang snorted: "Even if I didn't say it, come, let's go!" ”

The two bottles of vodka were drunk, everyone was in high spirits, Li Weidong said that he would be transferred tomorrow, and he must rest early, and forced everyone to sleep, so everyone dispersed, and went back to their respective houses, and the crossing group was arranged to rest in a farmhouse, the ground was covered with golden straw, and it was comfortable to sleep.

In the dead of night, Wang Qiang, the deputy captain of the guerrillas, took out a machine, pulled out a long antenna, and began to send a report.

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