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Unexpectedly, as soon as he rushed into the alley, he bumped into a military commander Cao head-on. Hearing the gunfire in this area, the commander of the army wanted to come around and intercept the attacker's way. As a result, in this alley, he collided with Liu Sihaiyang.

Both of them were knocked down at once, and the southern fourteen-year-old pistol in the hands of Cao Chang and the formal rifle in Liu Sihaiyang's hand all fell onto the bluestone pavement of the alley.

Before Liu Sihaiyang could get up, Chief Cao of the Yue Army had already rushed at him empty-handed, crushing him to the ground. The two men scuffled together.

This commander is obviously quite proficient in hand-to-hand combat. He pressed Liu Sihaiyang under his body and choked Liu Sihaiyang's throat with both hands.

Liu Sihaiyang suddenly felt breathless, and a string of gold stars appeared in front of him.

At the critical moment, his right hand inadvertently touched his medium rifle that had fallen to the ground. He held the handle of the rifle with one hand, but because the barrel was too long, he couldn't get the muzzle of the rifle to be aimed at the body of the commander of the army.

The hands of the chief of the army Cao grabbed his neck tighter and tighter, and Liu Sihaiyang began to feel that his eyes were black. He subconsciously pulled the trigger of the rifle with his fingers

The bullets that flew out of the muzzle of the rifle hit a stone wall opposite. The warhead jumped on the hard wall, changed direction, and formed a "ricochet". It refracted back violently and flew towards the commander of the Yue Army, Cao Chang, who was pressing on Liu Sihaiyang's body.

This "ricochet" did not deviate or obliquely, and it hit the back of Cao Chang's head, pierced his occipital bone, and entered the cranial cavity.

The shape of the warhead changed due to the collision with the stone wall, so that when it entered the cranial cavity of the officer, it began to flip and roll violently -- it became a terrible pocket stirrer, stirring up the soft brain tissue in the officer's cranial cavity.

Yue Jun Cao's body twitched frantically, pounced forward, and fell on Liu Sihaiyang's body. His hands that grabbed Liu Sihaiyang's neck gradually softened.

Liu Sihaiyang laboriously pushed his body away and stood up on the ground. He felt sore.

At the other end of the alley, two more figures appeared. Liu Sihaiyang picked up the formal rifle and pulled the bolt, only to find that there were no bullets in the chamber of the gun - he had already fired five rounds in a row.

At this moment, from behind him came the roar of the pock-faced sergeant: "Get down!" ”

He quickly got back on the bluestone pavement.

"Da Da" A series of bullets from the "flower trap" flew over his head. The two soldiers on the other side of the alley were knocked down neatly.

The pock-faced sergeant ran over from behind and pulled Liu Sihaiyang up. The two men turned into another alley.

After getting rid of his pursuers, Liu Sihaiyang was out of breath, and the pock-faced sergeant glanced at him and said, "You are just sick, let's find a place to hide first, let you slow down." ”

The two men took refuge in a private house. After entering, I looked around and found that it was a small blacksmith shop. The owner of the shop had apparently fled. There were signs that the door had been smashed open, and the room was very messy, and there were bullet marks on the walls, probably because the soldiers had visited this place.

After entering the house, Sergeant Pockface looked around to see if he could find some water to drink.

Liu Sihaiyang sat on a big anvil in the corner of the house, panting heavily.

Suddenly, he heard Sergeant Pockface screaming from the yard behind the house, and he hurried over with his rifle.

When he got into the courtyard, he stopped abruptly—there were four or five corpses lying here. The corpses were dressed in blue-gray military uniforms, and judging by their armbands, they were brothers of the 88th Division.

The yard was littered with bullet casings and bloodstains. It looks like there was a terrible battle here. The four or five corpses were full of black, red, black and red bullet holes.

Liu Sihaiyang and Sergeant Mazi silently took off the military hat on their heads. After standing for a while, the pockmarked face said, "It's probably not safe here, let's change places." ”

Liu Sihaiyang put on his military hat and was about to turn around and leave. Suddenly, something peeking out from under the body of a corpse caught his eye—it was a wooden gun handle.

He walked over and moved the body. A 20-shot pistol that can fire in bursts appears in front of him.

Liu Sihaiyang looked at the collar badge on the corpse's military uniform, which turned out to be a captain officer. It seems that before he died in battle, he pressed his beloved self-made pistol under his body.

Liu Sihaiyang took the 20 rings in his hand and looked at it carefully. This gun is at least ninety percent new, and the roasted blue of the gun body is basically intact: it looks dark black from a distance, but when it is held in the hand, due to the change of light, the whole gun body presents a crystal clear, black and blue color.

For this kind of pistol, Liu Sihaiyang is quite familiar.

Looking at this pistol, Liu Sihaiyang remembered what he had just encountered in the street battle. The experience just now made him soberly realize that street battles in this city are no better than battles in the wilderness, and it is inevitable that they will often engage with little devils in close combat. In such a hasty encounter, a short, sharp, and fierce burst weapon is indispensable.

Thinking of this, he tuck the 20-shot gun into his arms, and then unhook the holster from the captain's officer, as well as the holster for the magazine.

He stood up, stood silently in front of the body of the captain's officer, and returned to the blacksmith's shop. He rummaged through the shop and found a file. With some effort, he got the crosshair file off the 20-shot pistol.

Sergeant Mazi was outside the courtyard, anxiously urging him to move to a place quickly. Liu Sihaiyang carried the formal rifle behind him, carried the modified "pot-bellied box" in his hand, and walked outside.

As he was about to walk out of the courtyard, he turned back and looked at the body of the captain's officer. In his heart, he silently recited:

"Man, your gun is in Lao Tzu's hand, you can't spare those dogs!"

Leaving the blacksmith shop, Sergeant Mazi took Liu Sihaiyang to the west of Nanjing. He told Liu Sihaiyang that the west of the city was relatively desolate and secluded, and he could find a place to hide first.

Along the way, Liu Sihai saw that the city of Nanjing was full of fires. Pillars of black smoke rose in many places, then dispersed in mid-air. The whole city was shrouded in gray-black smoke.

At the same time, it is not uncommon to see soldiers wandering around the city. They carry large and small packages stuffed with looted items. The guys laughed wildly as they walked.

In order to avoid unnecessary encounters, Liu Sihaiyang and the two of them carefully avoided these scattered soldiers.

After more than half an hour, they found a deserted vegetable garden near Qingliang Mountain. There was a grass hut in the vegetable garden, and the two hid in it. Sergeant Mazi-faced brought some hay and asked Liu Sihaiyang to lie down and rest first, and go out to find food by himself.

Liu Sihaiyang couldn't lie down, so he turned over and got up, took the formal rifle placed beside him, and began to wipe the gun silently.

While wiping, he pondered repeatedly: In such a large city of Nanjing, how can he find the headquarters of the 33rd Wing of the 16th Division?

After a while, Sergeant Pockface returned. He brought back a bag of dry food and two jugs of water.

After eating, the two began to discuss what to do next.

After discussing and discussing, they believed that the most direct and effective way to find out the location of the headquarters of the 33rd Wing was to arrest the lone person himself and act as a "living tongue."

Sergeant Mazi-faced patted his chest: "When the live devil is caught, with what I know, it's okay to ask about this matter." ”

Liu Sihaiyang grinned, and his heart was a little settled. He looked at the light outside the hut, and felt that it was still early, so he lay down with his polished rifle in his hand, and closed his eyes tiredly.

When night fell, Sergeant Mazi was holding his "flower mechanism", Liu Sihai carried the formal on his back, carrying 20 rings in his hand, and walked out of the grass hut one after the other to search for prey.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as they expected.

For two nights in a row, Liu Sihaiyang and the two of them were in the city of Nanjing, and used various methods to arrest five soldiers one after another.

But the results of the cross-examination disappointed them both. Two of them were stubborn to the end, and they didn't open their mouths; Of the other three openings, two belonged to the 16th Division and the other was from the 6th Division. None of them knew where the 16th Wing of the 33rd Division was.

In disappointment, Liu Sihaiyang used a bayonet to kill the five guys. The body was dumped in a manure pit in the vegetable garden.

The turnaround came on the third night.

This night, Liu Sihaiyang and Sergeant Maziyan touched the area around Shuiximen. Like the rest of the city, there are many places where fires are burning.

From a small alley, there was a mournful cry. The cry wafted through the cold night, and it seemed very heartbreaking. Liu Sihaiyang could tell that it was a woman's voice.

He and Mazi rushed over with the sound. The shouting came from a private house. When the two of them arrived at the house, the screaming stopped abruptly. Then came the sound of the front door being opened, and then the footsteps of the soldiers' leather shoes, and it sounded like several soldiers were leaving the house.

Liu Sihaiyang asked Sergeant Mazi to stay outside the house, and he climbed into the house through the back window.

With the kerosene lamp that was not extinguished in the corner of the house, Liu Sihai looked around. The scene in the room was horrific - the bodies of four women lay on the floor. Their clothes were stripped naked, and their pale bodies were covered with bloody knife marks: some of them had been cut off, some of their chests had been cut open, and among them, the abdomen of a female corpse had been picked open by her own saber, and in a blur of flesh and blood, there was an unformed fetus, still squirming one after another

Liu Sihaiyang's eyeballs seemed to be burned by a red soldering iron, and he twitched violently. With a "whoosh", he pulled out the 20-round pot-bellied box gun from his waist, and like an angry leopard, he jumped out the front door.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his heart - he must not let go of those Oriental beasts!

When he rushed into the alley, with the help of the firelight not far away, he saw the backs of those soldiers. They staggered along and played with each other as if nothing had happened. Their silvery laughter floated through the alleys.

Liu Sihaiyang hurried two steps and raised his right hand. He flattened the 20-shot gun to the left and pulled the trigger.

The 20 rounds in the magazine were fired in one go. The three soldiers who walked behind were knocked to the ground by the sudden rain of bullets.

At the forefront was a second lieutenant of the army. He missed the vital point, but was hit in the left shoulder by a 20-round bullet.

He didn't care about the wound, flashed, hid next to a stone lion on the side of the road, and at the same time took out the southern 14-year-old pistol in the pistol holster on his body, and fired back at Liu Sihaiyang.

Liu Sihaiyang also turned to one side, hid in a porch on the road, quickly changed the magazine for 20 rounds, and continued to shoot.

However, the second lieutenant was well concealed. Liu Sihaiyang's bullets all hit the stone lion, and sparks splashed wildly.

Liu Sihaiyang calmed down and took a look. He noticed that the place where he was hiding was at the entrance of a shop.

Across the street from the shop, a house is burning. In the bright light of the fire, Liu Sihaiyang saw that above the hiding place where he was hidden, there was a vertical wooden plaque hanging. The wooden plaque is engraved with four big characters - "Wuhe Sauce Garden".

Liu Sihaiyang took a closer look and found that the wooden plaque was hanging under the eaves of the store by a chain.

He looked at it, and felt the heavy wooden plaque, which hung just above the beast's head.

Now he had an idea. He tucked the 20-round potbelly box gun back into his waist and removed the mid-range rifle behind his back.

He brought his right hand to his mouth, gently blew on his right index finger, and then calmly rested his index finger on the cold trigger.

He steadied his gun and aimed at the chain that hung from the wooden plaque.

Since the light was not very good, he fired a little to the left with his first shot.

Liu Sihaiyang calmly pushed the second bullet, corrected the aiming point with confidence, and then fired the second bullet.

This time, the bullet from the rifle accurately broke the chain. The heavy wooden plaque fell from a high place with the sound of the wind and smashed the head of the second lieutenant.

His skull was immediately shattered, and gray-white brain tissue splashed onto the base of the stone lion. His cervical vertebrae were also shattered by the tremendous impact.

Liu Sihaiyang stood up and stepped forward and kicked the body of the second lieutenant. The bloody scene he saw in the private house just now still stimulated his nerves. Puzzled, he pulled out 20 rounds of his pistol from his waist and shot the remaining bullets from the magazine into his own skull, which had become sparse.

At this time, Sergeant Pockface rushed over from behind. He dragged Liu Sihaiyang: "Hurry up!" ”

Liu Sihaiyang put away the gun and was about to leave, but he stood down again. A leather satchel on the second lieutenant caught his attention.

He and Sergeant Pockface removed the wooden plaque and removed the leather satchel from his body.

Outside the alley, there was the sound of running in the shoes of the soldiers. Liu Sihaiyang and the two of them quickly disappeared at the other end of the alley.

When he returned to the thatched hut in the vegetable garden, Sergeant Pockface turned on the flashlight that had been seized by the river.

With the light of the flashlight, Liu Sihaiyang opened the leather satchel seized from the second lieutenant of the Yue Army, and checked the documents in the satchel, which showed that the second lieutenant officer who was killed was a staff officer of the 33rd Wing of the 16th Division of the Yue Army.

Liu Sihaiyang took out the notebook seized by the river, compared it and checked it, and the notebook also said the 33rd Wing of the 16th Division.

There were also some bits and pieces of valuables in the satchel, such as gold pens and gold pocket watches, which were probably snatched by the second lieutenant in Nanjing.

Mazi picked up the gold pocket watch with a pockmarked face, and said happily:

"We can use this thing, we can see the time."

Liu Sihaiyang rummaged through the leather satchel again and found a map. In the upper right corner of the map are written several Chinese characters - "Wuhan and Nearby Maps".

There are various markings in many places on the map, and there are text notes on them.

The two of them lay down on the map and took a closer look. Finally, in a place on the right side of the picture, I found a small circle drawn with a pencil, and next to the circle were written a few Chinese characters in Yuewen - "Thirty-three teams"

Sergeant Pockface glanced at the place on the map and said with confidence:

"Judging from the map, this place is close to Xinjiekou."

Then he muttered again:

"I guess this might be the headquarters of the 33rd Wing."

Liu Sihaiyang squinted his eyes at the small circle, and said simply:

"What's the matter, touch it tomorrow night and take a look!"

The next night, the two came to the vicinity of Xinjiekou. Mazi Face was very familiar with the roads in Nanjing, and along the way they walked through the alleys and dark roads to avoid his own patrols.

Along the way, the bodies of Chinese could be seen everywhere, lying on the ground horizontally.

Wild dogs roamed the carcass. As a result of eating too much dead human flesh, their bodies become visibly obese.

According to the logo of the map, Liu Sihaiyang and they found the place represented by the small circle. It's a three-story building. In front of the building is a large courtyard surrounded by a wall.

Two men lay in the dark shadows on the side of the road, surveying the building. Sergeant Pockface recognized it, and he carefully lowered his voice and said:

"This used to be the wounded soldier hospital of our teaching corps, but now it's occupied by these bastards."

Obviously, this building has now become a headquarters of the person himself - there are double posts in front of the gate of the courtyard, machine guns are erected, and the guards are heavily guarded. On top of the fence, barbed wire was pulled. Outside the wall, along the base of the wall, patrols are on guard back and forth.

Liu Sihaiyang looked at it for a while, and felt that he still had to find a higher place to take a look at the movement in the courtyard.

On the west side of the building, Liu Sihaiyang and they found a warehouse. The warehouse was apparently ransacked and then set on fire. But the fire destroyed only half of the warehouse's roof, and the other half of the roof is still standing.

The two men climbed up to the last half of the storehouse's roof and leaned on the ridge to look out into the compound.

From here, you can see the situation in the compound, but because it is far away, you can't see it clearly. Sergeant Pockface took out the binoculars on his body, adjusted the focus, and then looked carefully through the lens barrel.

After a while, Liu Sihaiyang took his binoculars and concentrated on looking into the big courtyard!

(To be continued)