Chapter 271: Simple Task (4)

A Japanese officer wearing the rank of captain stepped off the train proudly. Wang Qing picked up the Japanese soldiers who were stationed at the station: "Shi Yanjun, don't come unharmed." ”

Mo Xiaosheng, who had already grasped the shell gun, was stunned when he heard this, hurriedly withdrew his hand, pretending to be fine, holding the tray of cigarettes and melon seeds, and walked to the side, paying attention to the conversation between the two.

What about Masao Oshima? Why didn't he get off the train? Could it be that the situation has changed? Mo Xiaosheng speculated wildly.

The Japanese captain known as Shi Yan laughed: "Kuroda-kun, you still look like this. Looking for the flower girl again, right? ”

Kuroda is indeed very obscene, with broom eyebrows, a collapsed nose, a garlic nose, and a Rendan beard. Under the beard is an oversized mouth with yellow front teeth, as if he has just returned from eating from the toilet.

The figure is about 1.5 meters, with a big belly. I don't know if it's because of his big belly, so he pressed his legs into a loop.

"you." Kuroda smiled lewdly: "I haven't seen you for two years, and you still make fun of me, this is not what a friend should do." What about Oshima-kun? Why didn't I see him? ”

"He walked under your nose, but you didn't notice him." Shi Yan pointed to a man at the exit of the station, wearing a suit and a top hat.

"Hey, Kuroda-kun, are you still satisfied with my makeup?" Masao Oshima waved his hand, triumphant.

Mo Xiaosheng glanced at Masao Oshima, three hundred meters away from him, intentionally or unintentionally. Masao Oshima walked past him just now, but Mo Xiaosheng lost the best opportunity to assassinate.

"Cigarette melon seeds, who wants cigarette melon seeds?" Mo Xiaosheng signaled loudly. I also slowly moved towards the goal.

He unscanned the cigarette from the tray of melon seeds and grabbed the bayonet hidden inside with his right hand. There is a lot of traffic at the train station, and on such occasions, a knife is more effective than a gun.

There was the sound of Shi Yan and Kuroda talking and laughing behind him, and the two of them didn't walk fast. But the distance between him and Mo Xiaosheng is slowly shrinking.

The distance between Mo Xiaosheng and Shi Yan Kuroda was originally about forty meters, but now it has shrunk to about twenty meters, and the distance between them is still shrinking rapidly.

Since Mo Xiaosheng was pretending to be a small trader, if he acted too fast, Shi Yan and Kuroda would definitely be suspicious. Therefore, Mo Xiaosheng could only slow and fast, looking around, pretending to be looking for a buyer, and observing the change in the distance between him and Shi Yan in order to adjust the speed of travel.

"Hey, cigarette seller, come here." Xue Wu appeared at the exit of the station, he heard Mo Xiaosheng send a signal and rushed to his position in time.

"Hey, here we go." Mo Xiaosheng was very satisfied with Xue Wu's timely appearance, but he was more regretful.

Xue Wu is only one step away from Masao Oshima, but unfortunately Xue Wu doesn't know Masao Oshima. If there is a photo of Masao Oshima beforehand, Xue Wu will pick up Masao Oshima is a gesture.

Mo Xiaosheng trotted, ran to the exit of the station, and approached Masao Oshima.

"Stop." The plainclothes beside Masao Oshima stretched out his hand to block Mo Xiaosheng.

The distance between Mo Xiaosheng and Masao Oshima was only five steps, and the Japanese plainclothes were in the middle of these five steps, and the distance instantly became the end of the world.

"I'll stop your grandma." Mo Xiaosheng knew what it meant to lose this opportunity, and he couldn't care about it.

The tray in his hand was thrown at the plainclothes, and when the plainclothes flashed, Mo Xiaosheng threw the bayonet at Masao Oshima. "He's the old devil of Oshima."

Xue Wu, Lian Hai and Tie Ying shot at the same time, and the target was Masao Oshima.

Mo Xiaosheng's bayonet stabbed Masao Oshima's throat, and one of Xue Wu's bullets shot into the back of Masao Oshima's head. Tetsu Young and Lian Hai each hit Masao Oshima in the left back chest.

Masao Oshima, who was shot three times and a bayonet in his body, still hasn't figured out what's going on? It's soft.

When the Japanese plainclothes were stunned, Mo Xiaosheng's shell gun left a hole in his eyebrows, and the plasma was like a hideous and terrifying red snake, snaking down from the wound of the plainclothes.

"Catch the assassins." Frightened, Kuroda pulled out his command knife and roared.

"Kill, run." Feng Han shouted loudly, clenching the bayonet, which was his only weapon.

The sound of gunfire and shouts suddenly made the train station a mess. Passengers rushed out of the station, screaming and shouting one after another.

In the chaos, Mo Xiaosheng picked up Masao Oshima's briefcase, blended in the crowd, and met Xue Wu, Tie Ying, Lian Hai, and Feng Han.

"Withdraw." Mo Xiaosheng shouted.

The five of them rushed out of the city, and Lin Haiyong and Mao Peisheng quickly distributed the horses to everyone: "The task is complete?" ”

No one answered, and each jumped on his horse.

Mo Xiaosheng threw Masao Oshima's briefcase to Xue Wu: "Take it back and let the captain find someone who understands." ”

"Withdraw, act as planned." Mo Xiaosheng shouted loudly: "Tie Ying." Remember to return the horse to the fellow and do not violate the discipline of the masses. ”

"Instructor, aren't you leaving?" Xue Wu asked worriedly.

"I'll play hide and seek with the little devil." Mo Xiaosheng said coldly.

"I'll stay with you." Tie Ying shouted.

Every soldier knew that Mo Xiaosheng was trying to lure away the little devil alone and give the assault squad time to retreat.

", do the order." Mo Xiaosheng roared.

"Assault squad, withdraw." Xue Wu roared. He knew very well that no one could change what Mo Xiaosheng had set. One more minute of arguing here, and the danger will increase exponentially. Once the little devils assemble and chase out of the city, no one will leave alive.

Another point is that he is full of confidence in Mo Xiaosheng. In his heart, no one can do anything to Mo Xiaosheng? It has always been Mo Xiaosheng who controls the fate of the little devil, and the little devil is only worthy of being the fish on Mo Xiaosheng's chopping board.

After the assault squad retreated, Mo Xiaosheng fired two shots into the sky and retreated to the east. To the north is the Ussuri River, which is the junction of China and the Soviet Union. He wanted to create the illusion that the assassin who had killed Masao Oshima was retreating towards the Soviet Union.

Wang Qing was 40 kilometers from the Soviet Union due east and 18 kilometers from North Korea to the southeast. Mo Xiaosheng chose the Soviet Union, which was far away, over North Korea. It's because. North Korea has surrendered to the little devils, and many Goryeo sticks have become accomplices of the little devils' invasion of China. Retreating to the DPRK is undoubtedly throwing yourself into the net.

It was different to retreat to the Soviet Union, which and Japan were hostile countries and were much safer than others. Moreover, most of the Anti-Japanese Federation retreated into the territory of the Soviet Union, and maybe in times of danger, they could still get the support of their comrades-in-arms.

"The Assassin fled north, pursuing at full speed." Riding an Oriental horse, he chased Kuroda out of the city, and his lewd face turned into the appearance of a jackal.

successfully led the little devil to his side, Mo Xiaosheng was very pleased. He knew that the assault squad could calmly withdraw from Wang Qing.

"Smack, smack--" Mo Xiaosheng shot at Kuroda.

Both shots flew off, and Kuroda's hair didn't touch.

"Grandma's, this just doesn't work, my 94 style is fine." Mo Xiaosheng rode his horse and whipped, and he was very dissatisfied with the barge gun in his hand.

"Shoot." Kuroda was threatened, giving orders. The Sino-Soviet border is getting closer and closer, and he doesn't want Mo Xiao to live and leave his defense area.

"Pap, pap, papa-pap-" The sound of gunshots, which was as dense as bursting beans, rang out behind Mo Xiaosheng, and the bullets flew past his scalp.

He lay on the horse's back, kept whipping the horse's buttocks, and galloped wildly to the east, trying to distance himself from the little devil's pursuers.

The little devil rode a war horse that was one in a hundred, and the little devils who rode the horse were all well-trained cavalry. Therefore, no matter how hard Mo Xiaosheng tried, the distance between him and the little devil's chasers was still slowly narrowing.

"Gray--" There was a long neigh, and a bullet grazed Mo Xiaosheng's horse's buttocks, pulling a long bloody mouth on the horse's buttocks, and blood splattered out of the wound.

But the horse did not stop galloping, but accelerated, but the direction changed, the terrain also changed, and the horse was running on the slope of the hill in a southeasterly direction.

Mo Xiaosheng had given up the restraint on the horse and let the horse choose his own direction. He clearly knew that this time it might really be a catastrophe.

He adjusted his posture on horseback, and thought: if he blindly escaped, it would be better to kill a few little devils, and before he died, he wanted to make himself happy and avenge himself first.

He aimed his shell gun at the pursuing little devil, but on the back of a bumpy horse, he couldn't aim at all, let alone shoot accurately.

If you can't aim accurately, you have to shoot, Mo Xiaosheng can only shoot by feeling, "pop--" He fired two shots in a row.

After the two shots rang out, Mo Xiaosheng couldn't cry or laugh. He wanted to beat the little devil, but he didn't fight, but he injured the war horse next to the little devil.

The war horse, which was running rapidly, fell to the ground with weak front legs, and threw the little devil on the war horse more than five meters away by inertia.

With such experience, Mo Xiaosheng didn't bother to aim, just estimated and put the gun. He didn't plan that every bullet could kill or injure a little devil, and it was a bit of luck to be able to run into one.

Of the twenty bullets, four had been fired before, and the remaining sixteen, Mo Xiaosheng just killed a little devil chaser and injured a horse.

Twenty-four or five little devils, Mo Xiaosheng only let them reduce their crew by three, and Mo Xiaosheng's bullets have run out.

And at this moment, Mo Xiaosheng suddenly had the feeling that the stallion had stumbled and suddenly dropped short.

When he looked back, he was not only impressed. Horses are not horses that stumble and jump into cliffs.

There are clouds and mist under the cliff, and you can't see what is going on below, let alone how deep the cliff is.

The hiss of falling from the cliff tearing the air wrapped around Mo Xiaosheng's ears, and he forcibly opened his eyes, endured the whipping of his eyes by the strong wind, and watched the situation on the cliff.

But I thought in my heart: "Grandma's, it's all a death anyway, it's better to fall to death than to be tortured to death by a little devil." ”

Historical events

In April of the 20th year of Tensho (the 25th year of Seonjo of Korea, the 20th year of Wanli of the Ming Dynasty, 1592), Toyotomi Hideyoshi of Sekibai was ordered to go to Korea and quickly occupied the three capitals including Seoul, Kaesong, and Pyongyang and most of the country's eighteen provinces.

The origin of the Goryeo stick

During the Manchurian period, the Japanese hired a large number of Korean puppet soldiers, and these people beat the Chinese the hardest, so they were called 'Goryeo sticks'. During the Nanjing Massacre, the Koreans who were also mixed with the Japanese army were the most vicious, and they killed, robbed, and raped the most.