Xiang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes and fell quickly, the wind was whirring in his ears, he didn't think about anything in his heart, according to the steps of the training, after counting enough, he pulled the ring suddenly, and with a "bang", a huge pull lifted him up, the wind disappeared, and the surroundings quieted down all of a sudden.

He opened his eyes and looked up first. The huge white umbrella cloth above his head was open and bulging. He breathed a sigh of relief and began to look around.

It was quiet, there was no sound, and it didn't feel like it was descending at all, as if it was just stationary, floating in the air. It's a very comfortable feeling.

In the distance, more than a dozen small white dots are distributed in the night sky, sparsely scattered, some high and some low, some large and some small. It was the bicycle, the package, and the parachutes of his brethren.

He counted it, and even added the goods, exactly nineteen. He couldn't tell how far away he was, but it looked okay, not like it was scattered, and it shouldn't be too difficult to concentrate later.

Xiang Xiaoqiang sighed with relief. It was their best jump, much better than the three jumps they had in the previous three days of training.

Good sign.

……

I don't know how long it took, more than a dozen umbrella flowers in the distance fell to the ground one after another, and then were pulled and shrunk by people, and disappeared one after another.

Xiang Xiaoqiang looked down at his feet, watching the gray ground get closer and closer, and the two or three trees on the ridges of the field quickly grew larger, and then even the dead grass and soil were visible.

There was a quick gust of wind in his ears, and his legs shrank, his joints were hit hard, and his bones rolled to the ground, and the parachute above his head covered him like a curtain.

Xiang Xiaoqiang rubbed his aching leg under the umbrella cloth, glad that he still didn't break his leg on his fourth skydive. Don't look at it as a parachute, he knows that even if it is a professional paratrooper, if he is unlucky, he will break his leg.

He grabbed the heavy umbrella cloth with both hands and pulled himself out one by one. As soon as his head was revealed, he stopped his movements and listened with bated breath for a while.

The surroundings are quiet. Since it was winter, there were no insects and frogs in the fields at night. There is no trace of wind, and the situation in "Band of Brothers" where he was dragged out by the wind for more than ten meters after parachuting did not appear.

Xiang Xiaoqiang quickly sorted out the parachute rope on his body, took off the parachute jumper, and used his hands and feet together to gather a large piece of white umbrella cloth into a ball.

He sat the umbrella under his buttocks, examined one of the pot-bellied boxes at his waist, and another Luger pistol, and pulled a silencer the size of a small corn cob from his coat pocket and tried to spin it on Luger. Yes, it didn't break. Then it was unscrewed down and loaded.

Xiang Xiaoqiang raised his eyes and looked around, although the moonlight was very bright, he still couldn't see far. Ten meters away, under the dead tree, there is a large grave, on which the grass is green, and a few stones are piled up, like a human head.

Xiang Xiaoqiang panicked for a while, took out a small whistle specially made by Dongchang, put it on his mouth and blew it gently.

The mournful cry of an owl could be heard in the silent night sky. Although Xiang Xiaoqiang was mentally prepared, he was still terrified when he listened to his whistle.

This kind of cry can be heard far away, and in the silence of the winter night, it is very scary. He took another deep breath and blew softly.

After a while, in the bare fields in the distance, there was a faint sound of dirt being trampled. Xiang Xiaoqiang immediately pulled out the fast and slow machine, bent down, stared in that direction, bit the whistle, and blew lightly.

A white mass appeared in the distance, floating over one after another. Xiang Xiaoqiang's scalp was numb for a while, pulled the head of the machine, pointed there and whispered:

"Stop!"

There was a whisper:

"Uncle!"

It's the sound of a snail.

Xiang Xiaoqiang let out a long breath, relaxed for a while, lowered the muzzle of the gun, and sat on the umbrella bag.

The snail came crookedly with a large ball of white umbrella cloth on his shoulder, pushing a bicycle in one hand.

"Very good," Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded and said, "You're the first." It didn't hurt, did it? ”

"Uncle, don't worry, there's nothing!"

The two of them sat on their respective umbrella bags, snails checking their equipment, and continued to blow the whistle to Xiaoqiang, summoning the others.

Within ten minutes, all the people had gathered in their carts, and the last one was dragging a large cylinder bag.

After counting the number of people to Xiaoqiang, he said with a smile:

"Well, brothers, this time I jumped well, and not a single one broke my leg. Good sign, right? ”

Everyone seemed very excited, and whispered:

"Good sign, good sign!"

"Didn't say that!"

"Victory, success!"

Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded, looking at this morale, there was no need for another pre-war mobilization. He took out his glow-in-the-dark pocket watch and looked at it, it was half past three.

He immediately ordered everyone to open the round bag and take out all the things, and finally took out a sapper shovel, and spent twenty minutes digging the pit in turn, burying a pile of parachutes and empty cylinder bags in the field.

Then start dividing things. Each person had a Qing infantry backpack, which contained a set of ordinary people's clothes, a raincoat, a medical kit, two bags of compressed biscuits and a canned food.

Xiang Xiaoqiang himself, the snail and the members of the East Factory have a "stomachache" identity as an officer at the sticky pole, with a Ming Peluger pistol on his waist and a powerful pot-bellied box in his arms. The others were all soldiers, each with a Mauser 98 rifle, 50 rounds of ammunition, three Qing army-style wooden handle grenades on their waists, and a pot-bellied box in their arms.

With the exception of two machine gunners, each of the others had a Thomson submachine gun. It didn't come with a 30-round magazine, but two 50-round drums, which were packed with the gun in a large canvas bag under the front frame of the bicycle. The military bicycles of the Qing army generally had a large canvas bag like a postman under the front beam, and when riding, ammunition, water bottles, pumps and other miscellaneous things were packed in it. Now it's just right to load a submachine gun.

The "Woodpecker" machine gun, wrapped in an oilcloth, was clipped to the rear rack of a bicycle. The front pocket of the machine gunner did not contain a submachine gun, but just loaded machine gun ammunition.

Xiang Xiaoqiang is a captain, and the other two "officers" are lieutenants. Each of the three men had a suitcase, one for a radio and two for explosives, detonators, detonators and other equipment.

Xiang Xiaoqiang was very surprised when he got the explosives given to them by Dongchang, because he found that they were not bundles as he imagined, but pieces of things as big as matchboxes, heavy, and the packaging was printed with: pear paste candy, cloud cake, walnut cake, peanut cake, sesame cake......

When I opened the paper packet, it was not sugar or puff pastry, but a light gray substance similar to dough, or putty.

Then, Xiang Xiaoqiang was pleasantly surprised to find that this was plastic explosives. He only knew that plastic explosives were first widely used during World War II. However, it was "widely used", and the East Factory was a secret service, and it was normal to equip this kind of thing in the early years.

Like plasticine, this kind of thing can be kneaded into various shapes at will and stuffed into a narrow space. Moreover, the performance is stable, it will not explode when heated or impacted, and it can only be detonated by inserting a detonator, and it is very powerful, which is most suitable for blowing up railroad tracks.

The most famous plastic explosive is the later C4 explosive, the performance of that thing is not too stable, it will not explode when hit with a gun or thrown into the fire, only with a detonator. Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't know if the plastic explosives at hand were so stable, anyway, he knew that there was no problem at all with sitting under his butt and tossing around in the car.

To be honest, the equipment is a bit much, and the total load is not light. The Mauser rifle alone weighs seven and a half pounds, the Thomson submachine gun is nearly ten pounds, and the "woodpecker" weighs twenty-four pounds (fortunately, there is only one). But based on their mode of transportation, which is mainly bicycles, not legs, the weight of more than 20 catties is nothing.

Moreover, Xiang Xiaoqiang's positioning of this operation is still a surprise operation, not a long-term guerrilla attack behind enemy lines, so firepower is far more important than flexibility.

In addition, according to intelligence, the prisoner of war train was equipped with four machine guns, two water-cooled Makqin heavy machine guns, and two Deg Galev light machine guns, which were Soviet-style turntable machine guns. Two of the four machine guns on one side, radiating on both sides of the railway, the firepower can be said to be quite powerful.

So in order to ensure that the two machine guns on the side of the train were suppressed, Xiang Xiaoqiang did not choose a light machine gun at that time, but chose a slightly heavier "Woodpecker" general-purpose machine gun with amazing firepower. The so-called general-purpose machine gun is between light and heavy machine guns, which can be used as a light machine gun with a bipod, and a heavy machine gun with a tripod. In this era, there was only one type of MG34 (woodpecker), which was just equipped by the German army last year, and it can be said that it was still a "concept gun".

Originally, Dongchang recommended to him a Czech-style light machine gun, which is the kind of thing in the Anti-Japanese War film, where he yelled at every turn, stood up and strafed, and then was shot and sacrificed. Needless to say, the Czech type was the finest light machine gun of its time, shooting quite accurately and being a little lighter than the Woodpecker. But it uses magazines to feed ammunition, only twenty rounds at a time, the rate of fire is also slow, and the firepower is too weak to suppress the fire on the train. Moreover, the "Woodpecker" is only 12.1 kg as a general-purpose machine gun, and it is 9.6 kg for a light machine gun, so it is really better to bring a woodpecker with it.

After the weapons and equipment were distributed, Xiang Xiaoqiang looked around at the members of the team, all of them were full of energy, with excitement on their faces, exhaling white air, and high morale.

He was satisfied, took out his compass, looked at it, determined the direction, and thought to himself:

The first thing to do now is to figure out where you are and how far away you are from the Tianjin-Pudong Railway. In this way, we can contact the rear and ask them to tell us how to contact the local underground organization and get help.

But now as far as the eye can see, there is only farmland, and I don't know how far away the nearest village is, and in which direction. However, there is a field path about ten meters away, running north-south. Ride along it in one direction first, and you should soon see the village.

Thinking of this, he commanded:

"Go down that trail and head south first!"

At the sound of the order, all the people pushed their bicycles, pushed them deep and shallow, pushed them onto the field road, stepped onto the bikes, and rode south.

Xiang Xiaoqiang rode at the front. Although there is moonlight, you will not reach out and lose sight of your fingers, but you still can't see it clearly, and you have to ride very carefully, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the field. Because of this, he rode in the first position to guide the brothers.

This bike is an old-fashioned No. 28 big black frame bike, which is so tall that Xiang Xiaoqiang can barely stretch his legs to support the ground.

The air of the northern winter nights is cold and dry, and when inhaled into the lungs, it is like lead. The four fields were silent, with only the occasional clanging sound of the ten bikes due to the bumps. In the distance, the night was vast, and there was only the white mist in front of me.

This feeling is very good, completely getting rid of the uncomfortable clammy cold in the winter in Jiangnan, inhaling this cold and dry air to Xiaoqiang, there is a feeling of returning to his hometown.

……

Although they were equipped with powerful firepower, their concealment was very fragile, and the explosives and radio were in the bag, and they would all be exposed with a simple search. Therefore, the East Factory arranged the most scary sticky pole identity for them, and also equipped them with a complete sticky pole certificate.

Their documents are not temporary fake certificates, they can be said to be genuine. The document itself is actually a small book, there is no truth or falsehood, and the technology of the East Factory can be completely made and the same as the sticky rod itself. The so-called fake documents are that the General Administration of the Sticky Pole Department in Beijing has not filed with them, and after the local Sticky Pole Department has checked them, they called Beijing to inquire, if there is this person, it is true. No, that's fake.

In order for this team to withstand the expected check-in-use before the operation, including the check-in of the sticky rod department itself, Dongchang invested a lot of money and used a senior spy who was a high-ranking official of the General Administration of the Sticky Pole Department in Beijing to record the ID numbers and names of these 10 people in the General Administration. In this way, at least on the documents, the squad is invulnerable. But the cost is great, once the operation fails and the squad is captured, the spy in Beijing who made the record for them will be exposed. This matter was an order personally given by Shen Rongxuan, the superintendent of the East Factory, after weighing it for a long time.

Therefore, before they hijacked the train, as long as the identity of the "sticky pole" was not exposed, no one dared to search them, only they searched others. And after the careful arrangement of the East Factory, this layer of identity is basically impossible to be punctured.

Unless it's really enough to back, before the action, he actually directly took a photo with the people at the fourteen grids or the sticky pole at Pukou. But if the idea really goes back to that point, then don't say anything, pull it down.

……

After riding for a while, the gray ground in front of me suddenly disappeared, and a large black thing appeared horizontally. Xiang Xiaoqiang raised his left hand and snapped his fingers crisply, and the nine bicycles behind him suddenly stopped by pinching the brakes, and he also forked his legs and stopped on the road.

Xiang Xiaoqiang tried to observe a large piece of black in front of him. It seems to be quite large, stretching over a large area, left and right.

He waved his hand backwards to keep them where they were, pulled out his fast and slow machine, and rode cautiously forward a few steps, and was taken aback and stopped abruptly.

A breeze blew, and there was a sparkling wave on the large black thing.

It's a big body of water.

Xiang Xiaoqiang inserted the gun back, got out of the car and pushed it, and came to the water's edge.

Now I can see more clearly, this is a big river, it looks quite large, nearly 100 meters wide. There is no levee on this side, but a dirt slope that gently extends into the water, with only a few clumps of weeds.

What kind of river is this? So wide, it's certainly not a nameless creek. What big rivers will there be in this area?

Xiang Xiaoqiang snapped his fingers into the air again, and shouted softly backwards:

"Come here!"

His subordinates came up one after another, staring at the big river in front of them. Xiang Xiaoqiang took out the map and instructed:

"Raincoat, flashlight!"

The military rubber raincoat was stretched out, and Xiang Xiaoqiang drilled inside, turned on the flashlight, and illuminated the map. He looked at the large area that the pilot had rowed out before the jump. This is a map of the eastern part of the Qing Dynasty, which is very detailed, and this area is full of dozens of rivers. The main stream and tributaries are intricately intertwined, like spider webs.

He looked distraught and shouted:

"Ziteng!"

A stomachache drilled in.

"Ziteng," Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at the map and asked, "You said that on your Dongchang map, how wide will the river be marked?" ”

Scratching his head with a stomachache, he said:

"Not necessarily, a few dozen meters, anyway, there is definitely no one on the small river ditch in the field. Such a wide river must be on the top. ”

It's the same as not saying. Xiang Xiaoqiang shone a pillar of light on his face and stared at him.

With a stomachache, he quickly blocked the strong light with his hand, and said with a smile:

"Team...... Captain, that's not what it means......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang said coldly:

"So what do you mean? Makes a lot of sense, right? ”

I was stunned for a stomachache, I didn't expect this hairy boy to really pull down his face, thinking about Shangfeng's explanation, not only to observe this Xiang Xiaoqiang, but also to obey his orders. But obedience is the main thing, and as long as he does not surrender to the Qing Dynasty, absolute obedience must be made to him.

He quickly stared back at the map, thought about it for a moment, and replied:

"Captain, you see, first of all, let's use the elimination method first. It certainly won't be the Yellow River. You're right? ”

After he finished speaking, he stared at Xiang Xiaoqiang, observing his eyes. Xiang Xiaoqiang glanced at him, stared at the map, and analyzed it in his heart:

Judging from the approximate location before the skydive, the Yellow River is indeed within the range of possibilities. However, the lower reaches of the Yellow River are predominantly mountainous in the area near Jinan, and are now clearly surrounded by vast plains. Second, although the river is wide, it does not have a levee and cannot be the Yellow River.

Thinking of this, Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded, looked at his stomachache eyes and said:

"Yes, that's good. Not the Yellow River. ”

"Well," the stomach ache saw the confidence in Xiang Xiaoqiang's eyes, confirmed that he had also made his own judgment, and then lowered his head and continued, "Captain, let's take a look again, it shouldn't be Huaihe." Right? ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang stared at him impatiently, and said directly:

"Do you want to say that there are many tributaries in the Huaihe River basin and a dense water network, and when we parachuted just now, all we saw in the sky were fields, and we didn't find a single river? Also, won't the air in the Huai River basin be so dry? ”

Stomach ache smiled and said:

"Hehe, yes, that's it. Okay, now let's look at ......."

"Du Ziteng, listen well," Xiang Xiaoqiang pulled his face, the flashlight shone on him, and said coldly, "I don't care what position you have in the East Factory, now everyone is behind enemy lines, life and death are tied together, I am the captain, and you are the team member." There may be some things that I am not as professional as yours, but everyone here has a professional place and an unprofessional place. I ask you, if you need professional advice, you have to say it, and you have to finish it in one go, and you are not allowed to sell it to me. After I finish the task and go back, I will worship you as a teacher and learn from you, but here, I just want you to say that I don't want you to take classes. ”

With a stomachache and a wide open mouth, he stared at him dumbfounded, unable to say a word.