While Akagi was hiding in the shelter by the Akagi Hot Springs and changing into his clothes, his former colleague Captain Yoshino was sitting in the pavilion on the second floor of an old-fashioned Shikumen house on the side of Aiwending Road in Shanghai, watching with satisfaction through the heavy rain and fog as his spies rushed into the newspaper office of the Hujiang Service Herald not far away. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dusk in Shanghai came earlier than Zhangjiakou, and in the drizzling spring rain, the usually crowded Aiwending Road was already empty. Japanese spies swarmed through the various entrances of the newspaper, quickly subdued the newspaper staff at various posts, and escorted them all into the basement, where Suzuki's men were responsible for screening. The special agent Honda's men and horses sat in the seats of the original newspaper managers and editors, waiting for the official "post" to begin early the next morning.

When Suzuki returned to the pavilion to report to Yoshino that today's operation had been successfully completed, Yoshino smiled faintly. He patted Suzuki on the shoulder and said, "Well done, but the real test won't come until tomorrow." ”

Sending Suzuki away, Yoshino began to think about where to fill his stomach, which had begun to "gurgle".

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Kitayama is less than a kilometer away from Akagi Onsen in a straight line, and on the map it is a hill with an elevation of more than 400 meters, and a loess road connects Akagi Onsen with Kitayama. After only a few moments, Otake Shaozo's convoy stopped at the foot of the North Mountain. Otake quickly got out of the car, commanded his two squadrons to form a battle formation, surrounded Kitayama, arranged infantry artillery and mortar positions, and then launched an assault.

Otake Shaozo thought to himself: "Isn't it just to catch a gunman, can you do such a move?" Do you want me to be careful, what are you being careful? In order to prevent Qing Shui Pulse from seeing himself in the telescope, he specially led the signal soldiers to advance up the mountain from the other side of the North Mountain.

Qing Mizu, who was in the shelter department, watched with satisfaction as Otake Shaozo led his men to quickly unfold their formation and search for the top of the mountain. Their swift and skillful tactical movements were no less than those of the elite Japanese Kwantung Army, in which Shimizu once served.

"It is indeed a well-trained and battle-hardened army!" A smile appeared on Qing Shui Pulse's face. But his smile didn't last long, it froze on his face. In the artillery mirror, the figure of Otake Shaosa, wearing a yellow combat uniform, a command knife on his waist, a telescope on his chest, and a yellow combat cap instead of a steel helmet, disappeared behind the rocks on the other side of the mountain in a flash. Qing Shui Pulse secretly screamed: "It's not good, why is this guy so stubborn?" Isn't it obvious that he doesn't want me to look at him? He hurriedly asked the signal soldier who had just arrived to give Dazhu a flag and asked him to turn to the south side of the mountain. But the signal soldiers of the two squadrons also followed Dazhu to the north slope of the mountain, and no one looked at the flags that were being played here. Angry, Qing Shui Pulse blew his beard and stared, but he was in a hurry, and said in his heart: "Okay, you big bamboo, dare to play this kind of trick with me, see how I clean you up after you come back!" ”

Here Qing Shui was sulking in the pulse, but the situation on the North Mountain had changed, and Qing Shui only heard the crisp sound of a "horn hook" and knew that something was going to happen—this was clearly the unique sound of the Chinese "Zhongzheng" rifle firing, and it was also the sound of the rifle that had just shot into the hot spring pool and sniped his five companions.

"He's not dead yet?" Qing Shui Pulse didn't believe his ears a little, but then he dispelled his doubts, the gunman did not die in the shelling, because there was a dense gunfire from the other side of Beishan, mixed with the explosion of the grenadier "da, da, da" and the roar of the crooked light machine gun.

Qing Shui Pulse was so anxious that he couldn't see the battle on the other side of the mountain, he really regretted that he didn't set off with Otake and the others just now, so that now he could only watch from the wall, how uncomfortable it was for a sniper to stay outside the battle?

Qing Shui saw from the artillery mirror that the soldiers who were advancing on the slope of Beishan were climbing up quickly with their guns, and he couldn't help but nod again: "Yes, although Dazhu is a stunned young man, the tactical literacy of the soldiers under him is very high." As soon as he found that his companions on the other front were hindered from advancing, he immediately went over to copy the opponent's back path. ”

Gradually, the gunfire on the other side of the mountain subsided.

"Done so quickly?" Qing Mizu's pulse was a little unconvinced of his ears.

Sure enough, another crisp gunshot rang out, and then there was another loud gunfire on the other side of the mountain, and even the "Type 92" infantry guns spoke with a rapid shot.

"I don't know if any of the hapless guys did that guy's guns...... It's best to be this stupid Otake...... Fuck, this big bamboo is really not like words, I told him to be careful, but in the end, this guy still took my words as a deaf ear......" Qing Shui continued to sulk at him, while helplessly listening to the guns on the other side of the mountain explode like violent beans. I couldn't help but feel regrets such as "I knew this was the case, why bother in the first place", but there is no regret medicine in this world, and now Qing Shui can only stay in the shelter and watch as a guest.

This time, the Japanese troops on the northern hill seemed to have made up their minds to kill the hateful sniper, and the grenadiers, mortars, and infantry guns rang out in a loud voice, and there was a great taste of vowing not to give up until the hill was leveled.

Qing Shui Pulse watched the gunpowder smoke billowing up from the Beishan side and the continuous sound of explosions in the artillery team mirror, and thought: "That's right, machine guns and rifles are both direct-fire weapons, and they can't hit the enemy hiding behind obstacles, only grenadiers, mortars, and infantry guns have curved ballistics, which are most suitable for hitting the enemy behind obstacles." It's time for you to finish playing that sniper, right? ”

Qing Shui Pulse was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard a crisp gunshot, piercing the rumbling cannon sound clearly, and shouted in his heart, "Oh no, could it be that this daring guy actually shot at our gunner?" Sure enough, the sound of the "92" type infantry cannon "knock, knock, knock" immediately stopped.

Just as Qing Shui Pulse was feeling sorry for the gunner, he noticed another situation in the artillery mirror, several Japanese soldiers who were rushing up from the south slope of the North Mountain had already reached the top of the mountain as fast as possible, and Qing Shui Pulse immediately cheered: "Okay, the action is really fast." The northern slope suppresses the enemy with artillery fire, the southern slope outflanks the enemy from behind, and then condescendingly fires, and you will definitely be able to finish out this nasty guy! As he spoke, he saw a soldier in a yellow combat uniform who had climbed to the top of the hill and searched down with a gun. Then, as if he had spotted his target, the soldier raised his rifle, pulled the bolt, and aimed his shot.