In the wilderness on the outskirts of Zhenjiang, 218 kilometers northwest of SH, Shixin had been walking in the dark for more than an hour. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Except for Shi Xin and Mr. Wang, the rest of the people began to sweat, and the actress had begun to pant heavily, although Shi Xin repeatedly asked to help her carry the suitcase, but Mr. Wang still insisted on carrying the small suitcase.

"Another woman who lacks exercise." Shi Xin thought, "Today's twenty miles is just the beginning, if this group of women continues to maintain today's physical strength, the consequences will be like this......" His mind came to the image of himself and Mr. Wang carrying large bags and small bags, and because his hands were not enough, he also folded several boxes on his head. Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, and subconsciously turned back to look at the melon-faced girl. Unexpectedly, the girl also turned her face to look at him, and the two of them met their eyes, and immediately turned their faces crimson with embarrassment, and turned their faces away at the same time. Fortunately, I couldn't see the blush in the dark night, otherwise I would have been discovered by everyone.

"At night, your eyes are the cold stars of my empty heart." Such a sentence suddenly popped up in Shi Xin's heart. "What's wrong with me today?" He asked himself, but he couldn't answer. In order to divert his attention, he deliberately went to the actress to speak: "Are you the famous movie star Miss Jiang Lanpingjiang?" ”

This sentence was obviously very useful to the other party, but she concealed her pride: "I'm just an ordinary literary and artistic youth, you can just call me Xiaojiang." ”

Shi Xin smiled at her, and Jiang Lanping only saw his eyes sparkling in the darkness.

The town of Jianbi is on the Yangtze River, twenty miles east of Zhenjiang, and there are some small hills scattered around. The most famous specialties here are balsamic vinegar and crystal meat. At two o'clock in the morning, Shi Xin and the others came to a small village called Xuegou. Xuegou Village is located in the east of Jianbi Town, close to the Yangtze River, with only a dozen households, and a small river flows around the village into the river in the north of the village.

Shi Xin heard that Mr. Wang's breath over there was still very stable, not a little hurried, and secretly praised himself: "Good health!" Lung capacity is quite large. But he was carrying two suitcases himself and walked much more lightly, without even making a sound. If he didn't speak, the women behind him would even think he was a ghost.

Mr. Wang slowed down, and saw that he was very familiar with the place, and he led the group into a small forest at the edge of the village. The dogs in the village had known about their arrival for a long time, but the bitter experience of war had caused them to silence after only one or two low barks.

"You guys rest here for a while, and I'll get a boat." Mr. Wang turned around and patted Shi Xin's back, "Please take care of it here." ”

"Or I'll go in with you?" Shi Xin asked.

"No, I can do it alone." Mr. Wang said that he had lifted the hem of his shirt and slipped into the thick night.

Shi Xin leaned against a locust tree and watched Mr. Wang disappear behind an earthen wall at the entrance of the village as he walked through a small wheat field. A dog in the village barked a few more times, and everything fell silent. Shi Xin's ears scanned every suspicious sound wave, and his keen hearing could even hear the rustling of Mr. Wang's footsteps as he walked quickly along the village's gravel road, and the "plopping" sound of him slipping over a fence and jumping into a courtyard to land.

Several women gathered around him, panting for breath from the exhaustion of the long journey. Seeing that he listened silently with a solemn expression, he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing him. This is what Shi Xin wants, if these women speak, the sound of twittering will definitely attract traitors. You must know that this is an enemy-occupied area, and there are traitor spies everywhere who report to the devils.

Shi Xin prayed that Mr. Wang could find a boat to carry everyone across the river immediately, and they had to cross the river and head north as soon as possible, because it had been 2 hours since he killed Yuan Zhubi and others, and the bodies of the No. 76 agents might have been found. The place where the body was dumped was very close to the river, and the devils would definitely block the Yangtze River to prevent the murderer from escaping.

His eyes were cast to the southern end of the horizon, as if to see through the boundless darkness. However, except for a few faint mountain shadows in the distance, nothing could be seen. But his eardrums seemed to pick up an unusual sound wave from far south, in the direction of the railroad line. It was a very low-frequency sound wave, like a heavily loaded train passing over the horizon, but Shi Xin knew that it was definitely not a heavy train, this kind of sound he had seen before—it was the devil's armored train!

This is an armored train of the Beijing-Shanghai Railway Patrol Wing of the 109th Division of the Japanese Army. Patrolling the Beijing-Shanghai line tonight is the 3rd Brigade of the Railway Patrol Wing of the 109th Division, and the captain of the brigade is Matsuo Shuzo. The armored train under his command consisted of 10 carriages. In the middle is the locomotive, and from the locomotive outward are the coal car, the soldier car, the artillery car, the machine gun car, and the flat car to protect against explosives, which are symmetrical in front and back.

Shozo Matsuo was sitting in an artillery car used as a command vehicle, drinking with the combat staff officer and Captain Kazura. Carrying out this kind of patrol task is generally relatively boring, and the bandit loyal and righteous National Salvation Army will not come to hit the stone with an egg at all, and the **** New Fourth Army guerrillas often come to make trouble, but their firepower is too weak to gnaw on the armored train. Even if the railroad tracks are blown up, as long as they are not overturned, the protection and firepower of the armored train can ensure that they will not be annihilated by the guerrillas. So, at least in 1941, patrolling on the railway line was like an ordinary train journey, of course, the conditions were not good, you had to squeeze into small, cold carriages, and if you were not careful, you would get bruised and swollen on the armor plates.

At half past one o'clock in the morning, the wine had already been almost drunk, and the snacks and dishes were all drunk, and Shao Zuo and the captain were already drowsy, leaning back in their chairs and dozing off. The lookout on the machine-gun car yawned as he tried his best to open his eyes and search the black holes around the railroad line through the narrow observation slit. He rubbed his eyes vigorously as the beam of the searchlight swept over a gray mass on the roadbed not far ahead—was that a man or a mass of torn clothes? The armored train sped past the mass of objects, and he still couldn't see what it was, limited by his vision. The sleepy nerves in the middle of the night made him unable to remember what to do with it, he just kept looking.

The lookout's eyes widened, and his mind was still thinking about the mass of objects he had just seen, but he suddenly saw four or five similar objects scattered across the roadbed in front of him. This time he saw clearly, it was the first time he had seen an inhuman-shaped corpse that had fallen from a train. He's a rookie and hasn't killed anyone yet, so he's very excited.

It stands to reason that the lookout post should report to his superiors as soon as he discovers the situation, and then his superiors will call and report to the captain of the artillery vehicle, but he is confused and directly rings the battle alarm.

At this time, on the Yangtze River east of Jianbi Town, the Haijing patrol boat of the Wang puppet navy was going upstream. This was originally a torpedo motorboat MBT "Hupeng" built by the British Sangnieroft Company for the GD Navy, with a displacement of 30 tons, a speed of 35 knots, two bald torpedoes, and a double-barreled 20-mm cannon and a double-barreled 7.7-mm machine gun. After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, the RB Navy occupied the sea control along the GD coast after the Battle of Humen, and these small boats of the GD Navy had no way out, so they could only sail along the Pearl River and escape to the Xijiang River. One day, the commander sent the Hupeng to carry out a transport mission, and after the task was completed, the officers and men on the boat actually parked the boat on the shore and went ashore to play.

Seeing that the boat was still usable, the devil allocated it to the Wang puppet navy and renamed it Haijing for patrolling the Yangtze River. It and its sister boat Haisui set off from Nanjing Yanziji upstream and Zhenjiang Dagang downstream at the same time every night, and then turned around and sailed back after arriving at Dagang and Yanziji, which is their nightly patrol work.

The captain of the Haijing is Qi Jiarong, a captain of the Wang puppet navy from the Fujian navy. He is an old sailor, and he was squeezed out in the struggle between the Fujian Department and the Electric Thunder Department of the *** Navy, and went home to "recuperate" until the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War. He was really sick when the devil occupied his hometown, and if he hadn't been rescued by his classmates, he would either have died of illness or would have been dragged by the devil to work as a laborer and died of exhaustion. Therefore, after he recovered from his illness, it became logical for him to be invited by his classmates to join Wang's puppet navy - in order to repay his kindness and for the safety of his family.

Qi Jiarong's academic performance in the FJ Ship Master Academy is first-class, and his ability and sense of responsibility after joining the Navy are also recognized by his colleagues. Now, Qi Jiarong, who commands this MBT, which is as troubled as his own country, is standing in the open bridge (in fact, it is a small command platform, saying that the bridge is to paste gold on his face), with binoculars hanging on his chest, and two lookout posts on the left and right are carefully observing the movement of the river. Although there was not a single boat on the river, the high-powered searchlights on the boat still strafed back and forth, not letting go of a suspicious detail.

"Where have we been?" Qi Jiarong asked Zhu Changqian, the navigator behind him.

Zhu Changqian straightened up from the navigation chart, glanced at a flickering beacon light in the distance, and replied skillfully: "We are 10 kilometers east of Jianbi Town and 15 kilometers away from the mouth of the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal. ”

Qi Jiarong nodded, in fact, he knew the direction of the boat, but he was in this habit, every day when the boat sailed here, he always asked Zhu Changqian this sentence, and Zhu Changqian always answered him tacitly.

The corners of Qi Jiarong's mouth twitched, it was him smiling.

Shi Xin only waited for a quarter of an hour before he heard Mr. Wang's footsteps coming out of the village, accompanied by another steady footsteps-this person should be a boatman, Shi Xin guessed because he knew that only a boatman who had experienced strong winds and waves would have such a solid downturn.

When Mr. Wang and the others just appeared from the low wall at the edge of the village, Shi Xin had already spotted them: "They are back. He whispered.

"Where?" Qi Bing stretched his neck and didn't see a single figure.

"You can't be mistaken, can you?" The melon-faced girl also looked around.

"It's far away, it's still a hundred meters, it's strange that you can see it." Shi Xin smiled faintly.

Jiang Lanping on the side said incomprehensibly: "It's really good eyesight!" ”

While talking, Mr. Wang and the others had already entered the grove, but fortunately it was dark, and he didn't see that everyone was smiling and grinning: "Let's go, let's cross the river immediately." Lao Jiang, you lead the way in front, and you are responsible for breaking the back of Xiaoshi. ”

The group set off again in silence. They left the grove and followed a sheep's intestine path through the wheat field, then around a bamboo forest, and followed the small river that went around the village to the reeds by the Yangtze River. If it weren't for the sound of the surging river, no one would have known that they had reached the river.

Lao Jiang brushed aside the clumps of reeds and waded in, and Mr. Wang followed closely. Except for Jiang Lanping, several other women were a little hesitant. After all, in late autumn in December, it was not very enjoyable to ask them to wade through the cold water of the river knee-deep. But Jiang Lanping was the first to roll up her trouser legs, and without fear, she followed Mr. Wang into the water and into the depths of the reeds. The power of example is endless, and the rest of the women also mustered up the courage to roll up their trouser legs, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Among these people, only Mu Yulu saw the Yangtze River for the first time, and her excitement had not yet passed before she faced this major blow - jumping into the icy water: "My mother, Sister Jiang, you are so amazing!" Is the water cold? I'm afraid! ”

"It's not cold, Xiao Mu, come down." Jiang Lanping tried her best to restrain her trembling teeth, and accosted Mu Yulu in a very calm voice. Mu Yulu was still very hesitant and hesitated whether to go into the water. At this time, she felt that her right hand was light, the box in her hand had been taken, and then her waist was wrapped around a strong arm, she was about to shout: "What are you doing" but she felt that suddenly she had risen into the air, the wind was whistling in her ears, and the question about to exit turned into a cry of surprise, but in a blink of an eye she had thought that the scream would expose everyone's whereabouts, and she stopped the car suddenly. In a panic, he reached out and hugged the man's neck.

She turned her face sideways to see who was holding her, and in the darkness she saw only a pair of clear eyes.

Everyone only felt a gust of wind blowing overhead, and they looked up sharply to see a large mass of figures and a box passing by. The man's light turn had landed silently on a small sampan deep in the reeds, and there was still a Mu Yulu hanging from his neck, and the small sampan had not moved at all. The man smiled faintly at Mr. Wang, who had just put down his luggage in the cabin and was looking dumbfounded: "Lao Wang, is this sampan?" ”

All the women who walked to the front of the boat did not agree, and they all condemned Shi Xin for not favoring one over the other, and the group of female porridge blamed Shi Xin for "heavy color and light friends", and the two of them "hugged and embraced, what kind of system".

Mu Yulu smelled the strong masculine aura on Shi Xin's body, she had never had such intimate contact with a different surname, she only felt that her heart was shaking. She even had a kind of longing, longing for Shixin to hold her like this and go all the way to Yan'an. She forgot that her soft breasts were pressed tightly against Shi Xin's strong chest, and Shi Xin's blood was boiling!

Shi Xin hurriedly put down Mu Yulu, and hurriedly explained to the women: "It's not that I favor one over the other, I'm thinking about how to tell everyone, saying that I plan to hug everyone over, and you will plop into the water one by one." Only people are lucky...... "His words caused laughter before he came out.

He forgot that this kind of thing was getting darker and darker. No, Jiang Lanping sat on the side of the boat, took off her socks and wrung them out, and said coldly: "Little Sister Mu, you are really blessed." ”

Mu Yulu's face was already red, and when Jiang Lanping said it, she was even more embarrassed, but fortunately, it was dark and others couldn't see it.

Shi Xin was embarrassed to speak again, so he sat down at the stern of the boat and watched everyone sit on the board.

"Okay, let's stop making trouble." Mr. Wang was faintly the leader of this group of people, "Lao Jiang, let's cross the river quickly." He turned his face to the boatman Lao Jiang, and everyone's eyes were focused on Lao Jiang's body.

Lao Jiang replied unhurriedly: "Don't worry, wait a while." ”

"Wait a little longer? What are you waiting for? Mr. Wang asked puzzledly, the sooner the better.

Lao Jiang squatted at the stern of the boat steadily: "We can't set off until the patrol boat passes." ”