Before Luo Sanpao could speak, Lei Zhen's voice reached the ears of the two people: "No! ”

"As long as he doesn't go to be his own slave and doesn't do things that are sorry for the country and the nation, even if I have one more enemy, what's the big deal? On top of that, we don't have time! ”

Lei Zhen took out a silk scarf from his pocket that he didn't know where to find it when he was cleaning the battlefield, turned his head to the ghost and said, "Do you know this thing?" ”

This is a red silk scarf produced in Hangzhou, from the point of view of land making and handiwork, it is quite good, obviously not the color of those stalls can be compared. But what really attracts the attention of ghosts is that for some reason, this silk scarf looks a little familiar!

The ghost thought carefully, he understood that Lei Zhen deliberately picked up such a red silk scarf that was almost insulated from the army, and it was definitely not a casual act, there must be a special reason and reason. With a flash of inspiration in his mind, the ghost talent's eyes had narrowed dangerously, "This is the silk scarf she wore on Zhao Jun's wanted warrant!" ”

"Yes, this morning, this silk scarf is still tied around Zhao Jun's neck. But just now, I found this silk scarf in the pocket of a captain of the Shanghai Security Force who jumped out of the car, but did not control his body properly, and his neck was broken. ”

Looking at the battlefield in front of him, there were dead bodies lying on the ground everywhere, and several cars were all hit by bullets in the fierce firefight, and in the tongue of fire, large strands of smoke were thrown into the air. With such a conspicuous sign, it is believed that within two hours, the second group of soldiers of the Shanghai Security Force will arrive here by car. At that time, the Shanghai security forces, who had been slapped in the face on their own territory, would endlessly hunt down and kill them, both in public and private.

The ghost cai frowned, he met Lei Zhen's eyes, and said word by word: "This is a poisonous plan to blame Jiangdong!" ”

"The poisonous plan is not necessarily, Shi Niang and I are wearing makeup, and the two children are not around, and those people around Zhao Jun are difficult to determine the identity of Shi Niang. The essence of guerrilla tactics is to use various methods to constantly lure the enemy in the wrong direction and to gain the most precious time. ”

Lei Zhen brought the silk scarf to his nose, sniffed it deeply, and a faint fragrance with elegant temperament rushed straight into his nose. Lei Zhen smiled: "These people are all guerrilla experts, and they really have a set of special products to lure their targets. Red items are the easiest to spot in the sun, and because they are silk scarves, they can be hung in more conspicuous places such as tree branches. Even so, the guerrilla experts were still frightened that the Shanghai security forces were in a hurry and did not pay attention to the evidence they had left behind, so they sprinkled a little new perfume on it. As long as the people of the Shanghai security forces bring police dogs and other toys, standing on the branch of the road, it should be easy to find this silk scarf and make a final judgment! ”

Sun Shangxiang interjected: "When I arrived at the fork in the road, I happened to drop a silk scarf nearby, don't these people from the Shanghai security forces suspect that all this is too coincidental?" ”

"Who's to say it isn't!" Lei Zhen shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "But in this world, there are some people who like to fall into the trap set by others, and they never get tired of it!" However, it is not a good thing that we fought with the Shanghai security forces like this. ”

Lei Zhen put the index finger of his right hand into his mouth, and suddenly whistled extremely loud, it was still daytime, and the sun was still shining brightly, which could be called Lang Lang Qianlong, but in a position in the distance that could no longer be seen clearly by the naked eye, a long response suddenly sounded: "Sigh......"

Soon a gray-black figure appeared in their field of vision, under the gaze of Lei Zhen with open hands and a smile, a wolf who stood up almost as tall as Lei Zhen, and whose whole body was full of fierce breath, directly pounced into Lei Zhen's arms, and then stretched out its wet and greasy tongue, and brushed a large amount of saliva and its thoughts and happiness to Lei Zhen's face in public.

Lei Zhen stretched out his hand and gently stroked the wolf who dared to cry wolf at the sun ghost in broad daylight, and at the same time sent the silk scarf to his son's nose, and said with a smile: "I let you read the power activities outside by yourself, monitoring all suspicious targets, have you seen the woman with this perfume smell on her body?" ”

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, God knows if this wolf understood what Lei Zhen said, anyway, smelling the elegant perfume smell on the silk scarf, Lei Zhen's son really nodded, and pointed out the direction, turned his head to the east, while enjoying Lei Zhen's touch, while squeezing out a soft hum full of comfort from his throat.

Dongfang, that is indeed the direction of the road chosen by the female [***] person Zhao Jun and the guerrillas who protect her!

patted his son's head twice, signaling it to let go of itself, Lei Zhen stretched out his hand to support his chin, and patrolled back and forth on Ling Weicheng, the master who had just walked back with the Monkey King, and her pair of children, and finally Lei Zhen's eyes fell on Ling Weicheng's ten-year-old son Tiger Head.

Even though they were trapped in a lonely camp and couldn't go to school like normal children, Xie Jinyuan insisted on educating his two children, and after finding a way to find textbooks and homework books for them, he taught them to read and write. Although Tiger Head is only ten years old, he can already hold a dictionary and read a long book. Under Xie Jinyuan's teaching and Ling Weicheng's insistence, even during the escape, the tiger head was still carrying the small schoolbag that Ling Weicheng sewed up piece by piece with rags!

Lei Zhen bent down, he looked at this "younger brother" who was more than ten years younger than himself, and said softly: "Tiger head, can you give me your schoolbag to use?" ”

Tiger Head didn't hesitate at all, he nodded vigorously, "Okay!" ”

Taking the schoolbag sewn from rags, Lei Zhen checked the contents. A dictionary, two printed textbooks in pencil letters, a textbook used in the entire Shanghai school, a Chinese workbook, a digital workbook, a picture book, a pencil case made of canned scalps, and a small roll of fruit dan peel wrapped in plastic paper.

If Lei Zhen didn't guess wrong, such a roll of fruit dan peel was still the New Year's gift he received from Xie Jinyuan, and only at this time, Xie Jinyuan, who has always been strict with himself and uses the same standards to measure his family, will give such a small snack to his own children. Perhaps such a fruit dan peel is no longer a delicious snack for Tiger Head, but a memorial with his father's warmth and love left by his side.

Lei Zhen picked out the fruit dan peel, and after removing the layer of plastic paper wrapped in the fruit dan peel, he used a clean piece of paper to wrap the fruit dan peel, which was already dry and hard to the touch, and the taste would definitely not be too good in his mouth, and carefully re-wrapped it and wrapped it tightly.

"Woo-la-......"

After Lei Zhen flipped through the tiger head's picture book, he casually tore off a page from it. Looking at the piece of paper torn from the drawing book that kept floating in the thunderstorm, the tiger's eyes widened suddenly. It took him several hours to draw, almost erasing the paper with an eraser, before finally completing the work, although he didn't draw well, although he redrew it again and again, erased and modified it again and again, it had made that page of drawing paper black and ugly, but the man sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals, with a happy smile on his face, wasn't he the happy father in his impression?!

Tears, I don't know when, have gathered in the tiger's eyes, but this boy, who has lived in the lonely military camp for four or five years and is far more mature than his peers, stared at Lei Zhen's hands, but said nothing.

Lei Zhen pulled out the self-made fighting saber on his body and slashed the middle finger of his left hand, and blood immediately oozed from his middle finger.

As everyone watched, Lei Zhen put the fighting saber back into the sac, and then used the drawing paper as a hemostatic bandage and wrapped it directly around his injured finger. After wrapping it in several thick layers until the blood could no longer seep out, Lei Zhen plucked a relatively tough weed from the ground and used it to tie the drawing paper wrapped around his finger tightly and tie it to death.

After doing all this, Lei Zhen suddenly shook his left hand vigorously, until he threw the most rudimentary hemostatic "bandage" on the middle finger of his left hand to the ground.

After doing all this, Lei Zhen squatted in front of his son, Lei Zhen first lifted the plastic paper wrapped in fruit dan peel, and then lifted the hemostatic prop made of a temporary piece of drawing paper, and finally shook the red silk scarf in front of his son a few times, after doing the work of this department, Lei Zhen said in his son's ear: "Catch up with the woman with this fragrance, follow the road they walked, first put the plastic paper on the road, a distance, and then drop this paper sleeve." ”

Looking at Lei Zhen's son, talking about the plastic paper wrapped in the skin of Guodan, and the picture paper with Xie Jinyuan's life portrait painted on it, but finally temporarily used to stop the bleeding, rushed at an astonishing speed to the east where the female [***] person Zhao Jun and the guerrillas who protected her passed, everyone was silent.

Silence, silence all around!

After a long time, Uncle Nine let out a soft sigh: "The so-called back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, looking at a young man like you, I really want to disobey the old man!" ”

"I have no choice but to do it." Lei Zhen said indifferently: "In any case, the people of the Shanghai security forces have already determined that we are the [***] guerrillas who protect Zhao Jun." We have completely annihilated their search and capture forces, and we have completely angered these land snakes, and they will inevitably use all their elite strength to pursue us endlessly. Under such circumstances, if we add the action group that has been strictly and specially trained by the intelligence agency, we will definitely not be able to escape the joint pursuit of the two forces! ”

"And ......"

Lei Zhen looked at the east and said with a smile: "Everyone is also running away, they are all being chased and killed, they can mislead the enemy to chase in our direction, and we can naturally mislead the enemy to run in their direction." Why are we chased and beaten, like rats crossing the street, but they can enjoy the scenery in spring and enjoy themselves leisurely along the way? Of course, it is the truth that everyone has the blessings to share, the difficulties to share, and the road to run together! Of course, I must admit that the elite troops of the intelligence agency who chased and killed us were definitely much more powerful than the dogs raised by Chen Gongbo, and after exchanging opponents, we still took advantage of a little bit. It's just their first move, and we are forced to defend, which is called counting people, and people are also counted! ”

Listening to Lei Zhen's bold words, everyone rolled their eyes upside down, and said in their hearts: "Nonsense! ”

You must know that even if it is for the sake of face, even if it is to undermine the morale of the Chinese army and civilians in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the intelligence agency will do its best, and maybe even pull in a marine corps stationed in the Hongkou concession of Shanghai. Such a unit led by an intelligence department can be said to be a tacitly coordinated, experienced and well-trained pursuit and killing machine! Compared with such a Shanghai security force, which has three indiscriminate equipment, three indiscriminate personnel quality, three indiscriminate morale, and even more lacks will and cohesion, it is absolutely far away!

The most amazing thing for the deceptive expert of the ghost talent is that Lei Zhen's master-level understanding and use of people's surnames! In other words, they are professional swindlers and intelligence analysis and research masters who are good at playing psychological warfare, tricks, and calculating the dead! If you deal with these people, like guerrillas, throw a red silk scarf or something like that on the side of the road, you want to coax people to go around, but I am afraid that it will backfire, and you will be mistaken by being smart!

Therefore, Lei Zhen gave a simple story to the two items that induced the execution of the intelligence agency, but it must be scrutinized in order to come up with the "result".

Excuse me, when they are on the run, who will still carry a snack like fruit dan peel?

Of course it's a child, Xie Jinyuan's ten-year-old, a six-year-old child!

In the face of the pursuit of the intelligence agency, adults make mistakes and leave obvious targets, which is inconceivable, self-defeating, and more likely to be a trap. But a child, secretly eating his own snacks, and throwing the plastic paper on the side of the road, this is very logical and easy to accept, right?!

If at this time, the intelligence officer in charge of leading the team still has doubts in his heart, then good, as long as he is willing to send someone forward, carefully searching and searching all the way, it is not difficult for him to find the hemostatic "bandage" made by Lei Zhen's self-mutilated finger.

Drawing Xie Jinyuan's drawing paper can definitely prove the origin of the master. And the blood stains on it and the weed tied to it can better explain the meaning and function that this drawing paper wants to play when it was torn off. Of course, it's not a real bandage, and the child is not honest with his hands and feet, walking, jumping, and unconsciously throwing off this hemostatic "bandage" on his fingers, which is also very common, very understandable, and very acceptable!

These two items, compared to Zhao Jun's red silk scarf, are a little too small and too hidden, but if they are not difficult to find, how can they show the power of this intelligence agency, and how can they make a reasonable judgment while being complacent about their abilities? !

Under the leadership of Lei Zhen, everyone abandoned the road and began to march on foot, and the ghost followed closely by Lei Zhen's side and asked, "Master, you must have some special memory method to be able to remember it, right?" Don't tell me, there were so many people at that time, you didn't even look back, you just glanced at it a few times, but you just remembered the red silk scarf around Zhao Jun's neck! ”

Lei Zhen smiled, this ghost talent really has the talent to become a master of strategy, there are so many people present, and only he can dig out a unique ability from his own body, and immediately ask for learning.

In this world, there are very few geniuses who can remember it, but a super memory is a necessary quality for a good intelligence officer. In Ma Lan's training on snipers, Lei Zhen was even soaked in a pile of mud and suffered a lot.

Lei Zhen took out a small book from his pocket, turned it to a certain page, and handed it to the ghost. Looking at the words on this notebook, the ghost's eyes immediately widened.

"Zhao Jun, wanted [***], about 22 years old, 164 cm tall, weighing 52 kg, body shape, no signs of injury. Each step is about 85 centimeters, moving 56 steps per minute, and you can advance 47.6 meters, with a normal speed of 2.856 kilometers per hour; White skin, short ear-length hair, melon seed face, thin eyebrows, double eyelids, moderate eyes, high nose bridge, red silk scarf tied around the neck, it is impossible to determine whether there are birthmarks or scars on the neck; He wears a sky blue jacket, black trousers and short-waisted leather boots of the same color. Carrying a brown leather bag for political axe officials crossbody, possibly carrying a small-caliber self-defense pistol. ”

It was only at this time that the ghost could finally know what Lei Zhen had written on it when he took out this small notebook from his pocket. The most terrifying thing is that Lei Zhen even drew a sketch of Zhao Jun's body shape on this piece of paper, even if there is no photo, according to such a sketch, coupled with Lei Zhen's detailed description, people who have never seen Zhao Jun can tell her at a glance!

"A good intelligence officer, or a strategic commander, must learn to look at details and record them in his own way. Writing it down in your own brain is a way, writing it down in a notebook is a way to let someone you can trust around you help you remember, and when appropriate, it is also a way to remind you. Of course, you can't do the same thing as me just by taking notes, because we probably have a very limited amount of time to look at our targets, and you have to make your eyes as sharp as a camera to see enough detail in an instant. ”

Lei Zhen glanced back at the ghost talent whose eyes were shining and whose ears were taller than rabbits, and said indifferently: "After camping at night, I will teach you some training methods and techniques to quickly improve your detailed memory in a short period of time." ”

(To be continued)