After a short ambush, nothing seemed to have changed in the snow, except for ten more corpses. {) The ten corpses of the Japanese soldiers were lying there in all directions, some of them wearing Qing uniforms, as if they had been there in the first place.

Xu Xiangde stood next to the corpse, bowing his head and thinking. Wu Yanbin also copied his rifle, came down from the hillside, and came to check in shock. It was a small battle, but it was also his first battle.

"We can't stay here for long," Xu Xiangde said suddenly, "We don't know if it's just these ten people who came to kill us, or if there are still people in the back." Gotta wipe your ass clean and leave. ”

"Brother Xu is talking about ......" Wu Yanbin gasped, his chest jumped wildly, looked at the south road, and said nervously, "Brother Xu...... You said that just the two of us, the Japanese would not send a large team of men to chase and kill......"

Xu Xiangde nodded and said:

"That's right. According to common sense, it is enough to send ten people to deal with two people. And the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better, and the Japanese army should not send many people...... However, we must not take this lightly. You have to leave quickly. Before leaving, you have to take care of the scene. Here, help. ”

As he spoke, Xu Xiangde took Wu Yanbin to carry the ten Japanese corpses and threw them all in the pile of charred corpses. Then they took all their weapons, then collected their skis and poles, and threw them into the back of the truck with their weapons.

Since he shot and killed people with his own hands, Wu Yanbin felt much better when he moved these corpses again, and his stomach no longer had the feeling of churning from time to time before.

"Brother Wu, I'll dispose of the corpse, you go and clean up the battle scene. Gather all the pine branches that the grenade has blown up and throw them into the campfire so that no one can tell that they have been blown up. ”

Wu Yanbin did as he was told. While collecting pine branches, he was thinking about what kind of "disposal" method Xu Xiangde said about "disposing of corpses". How else is this "handled"?

He glanced back, and now Xu Xiangde was squatting next to those corpses, pounding something hard. He wiped his eyes and was shocked to see that Xu Xiangde was using a bayonet to cut off the heads of ten Japanese soldiers one by one.

Wu Yanbin's stomach suddenly churned again, and he was almost about to vomit again. However, he also immediately understood Xu Xiangde's intentions.

Xu Xiangde finished cutting the head, mixed the head and corpse with the burned corpses, and then returned to the car and came out with a tin bucket of gasoline.

He poured gasoline on the pile of corpses and poured it through. Then he returned the gasoline canister to the car, took a burning pine branch from the campfire, and threw it on the pile of corpses.

With a "boom", the flames soared more than a meter high, and the black smoke carried the fireball and rushed into the air. The whole venue smelled of gasoline. The pile of corpses, which had already been burned by the Japanese army, was burning again. The snow that had been covered quickly vaporized in the flames, whistling and turning into fierce blue-yellow flames.

Soon, an even more unpleasant burnt smell appeared in the gasoline smell. The stench is disgusting.

With a "wow", Wu Yanbin finally held on to the pine tree again and vomited.

Xu Xiangde took a few steps back, looked at the corpses that were deformed, spewing flames, and sizzling in the flames, and also covered his mouth and nose and said:

"Okay, these Japanese soldiers are now the same as these Qing soldiers. They have become one and can no longer be distinguished. …… These ten pursuers have disappeared from the world since then. ”

Wu Yanbin vomited while burning pine branches, and now he has also dealt with the explosion site. He sat down next to the truck, leaning on the wheels, and said weakly:

"Brother Xu...... Well, can we go......"

"Let's go!"

The two called the wolfdog into the car, then climbed into the cab as well, closed the door, and moved.

……

Xu Xiangde drove the car, and Wu Yanbin next to him was holding the map, concentrating on finding the way. The light machine gun that captured the Japanese was now leaning on the middle seat, huddled with the big wolfdog. The big wolf dog was very uncomfortable, but he had to grieve it. Since this incident, both have understood that their journey in Mukden will be extremely dangerous. Although there was no trace of the Japanese soldiers in that squad, their delay in returning to their lives would definitely arouse the vigilance of the Japanese army. In that case, his truck would become the prey in the snow field. It's better to have a machine gun at hand, in case you have to rush through the level, it's a big killer.

This map was drawn by the Japanese, and it was much more accurate and detailed than the Mukden maps in the hands of the Northern Qing and Southern Ming Dynasty. Even the location of a well is clearly marked. And the good news is that this kind of map, although useful, is not much of a high-level secret. The Nanming spies in North Korea had already taken pictures, and then Nanjing re-enlarged and painted them based on these photos.

Now, these accurate maps of Mukden in their hands have become life-saving treasures.

Xu Xiangde said while driving:

"We have to change our original plan, and we can't go to the heart of Manchuria anymore. To the north are all places laid down by the Japanese...... The east side too. We had to hurry southwest and slip into the Liaodong Peninsula. The southern half of the Liaodong Peninsula has not yet been occupied by the Japanese army, and the Japanese army has also left it unmoving, concentrating its forces to attack the hinterland of Manchuria first. Because Fengtian wanted to give us the Ming Dynasty as agreed, the Japanese army was not interested in spending more money here, they just used it as a springboard, focusing on attacking Jilin, Heilongjiang, and Mongolia...... Therefore, we must strive to go south to the Liaodong Peninsula, enter southern Liaoning, and obtain the Dongjiang Fleet to meet the nearest ......."

Wu Yanbin is looking for a way according to what he said. He was soon found. Just about thirty kilometers ahead, in the south of Fengcheng County, there is a small road leading to the southwest, as far as Zhuanghe County, which is about a hundred kilometers away. Zhuanghe County is in the middle of the Liaodong Peninsula, adjacent to the Yellow Sea, and the Li Changshan Islands are relatively close. I don't know if I can get the sea connection of the Dongjiang Fleet there.

"Break through," Xu Xiangde said, "Anyway, you can't turn back to Dadonggou the same way." Keep your eyes open and keep an eye on the path on the left, and don't go wrong. ”

Wu Yanbin was quite worried:

"Brother Xu, southern Liaoning is still controlled by the Qing army, are we just out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den?"

徐向德 says:

"A wolf's den is a wolf's den. The wolf's den is safer than the tiger's den. We fell into the hands of the Qing army, and the Qing army did not necessarily kill us. If it falls into the hands of the Japanese army, the Japanese army will definitely kill us. ”

As he spoke, he stopped the car, did not turn off the engine, and said:

"Xiao Wu, you go to the back compartment now, first throw away the eight rifles and ten pairs of ski gear on the car, and then call the Dongjiang Fleet by radio and ask them to meet us off the coast of Zhuanghe County."

Wu Yanbin jumped out of the car as he said, and after arriving at the carriage, he took down eight rifles and ten pairs of ski equipment, and threw them far away to the side of the road. There is no need to bury them in the past, and the dense snow will bury them without a trace in a while, which is more natural than artificial burial. Then he got into the back compartment again, pulled up the canvas, and shouted:

"Let's drive!"

The truck was moving again. Wu Yanbin sat on the big oil drum, swaying in the bumps, opened the radio backpack, pulled out the antenna, turned on the power, adjusted to the agreed frequency, and then put on headphones, held the microphone and said:

"The rabbit calls the buffalo, and the rabbit calls the buffalo...... Rabbit calls buffalo, rabbit calls buffalo ......"

After only calling twice, a "hiss" sound came from the headphones:

"Buffalo receive, rabbit, please speak. The buffalo receives, the rabbit speaks. ”

Then, Wu Yanbin flipped through the code book, looked at the agreed code and read:

“3543…… 3543…… 1572…… 1572…… 99…… 99…… 7653…… 7653……”

After reading a large number of numbers, the other party waited for a moment and said:

"Understood, 9436...... 9436…… o367…… o367…… Complete. ”

"Rabbit understands, done."

……

The numbers they use are not word-for-word passwords, that is, not each four-digit number represents a Chinese character. Rather, it is a pre-agreed numerical code, and each four-digit number represents a fixed meaning, representing a predetermined situation. This kind of digital code language is not like a password, no matter how advanced the password is, there are certain rules, and there is always the possibility of finding the pattern to decipher. And there is no law to this kind of code language, and it is not even possible to decipher it.

Moreover, in today's war-torn Manchuria, large and small battlefields are everywhere, and all the units of the Qing army are scattered everywhere, all of them are in a panic of contact and mobilization, and all kinds of open and secret words are all over the sky, and the Japanese military intelligence agencies can hardly listen to them, and they do not pay much attention to this small code dialogue.

Just now, Wu Yanbin had already used this code language to report back to the Dongjiang Fleet what they had encountered, and asked the Dongjiang Fleet to meet them along the coast of Zhuanghe County.

Now, the Dongjiang Fleet already knows the scene of the massacre, the number of corpses, and the fact that they were pursued and killed by a Japanese detachment and ambushed to annihilate them. The "9436" that the Dongjiang Fleet just replied to means "contact later". "O367", which means "half an hour". Together, it's "get in touch in half an hour."

A moment later, it will be encrypted back to Nanjing via a more powerful radio station. Within half an hour, the results of the Nanking deliberations would be passed on to them.

Wu Yanbin turned off the power and just guarded the radio, swaying with the bumps in the dark back compartment, waiting for time to pass.

Finally, half an hour arrived. He turned on the radio again and called again.

Within half an hour, Xiang Xiaoqiang had already discussed with Xiong Ding Minghuo in the Nanjing Command, and gave the decision to the Dongjiang Fleet - to approve Xu Xiangde and Wu Yanbin's plan, and to order the Dongjiang Fleet to send destroyers to wait outside the Zhuanghe River, and wait until two o'clock in the night, and send a small boat ashore to answer, with a flashlight.

After getting the accurate news, Wu Yanbin let out a sigh of relief, turned off the radio, took off the headphones, and put away the antenna. Then, he knocked hard twice on the steel frame on the roof of the carriage. After a few moments, the truck slowly stopped. Wu Yanbin jumped out of the rear compartment and climbed into the cab.

The truck continued to move.

……

The snow was falling heavily, the snow on the road was getting thicker and thicker, and the car was driving slowly. It took nearly an hour to drive this 30-kilometer distance. However, it is also beneficial that the snow is so heavy, almost their front feet have passed, and the ruts on the back feet are almost covered by the heavy snow. It can be called "heavy snow without a trace". Now, as long as they turn a certain side road, it will be difficult to find them, even if there are pursuers behind them. And in this kind of weather, it is simply impossible to search by plane.

If it's usually sunny, when you drive to this path, you can also see the county seat of Fengcheng in front. But now that it is snowing heavily, Xu Xiangde did not see Fengcheng County, but first heard the shouts of Wu Yanbin next to him, and then appeared on this path.

However, at the intersection stood two Japanese military police. Dressed in overcoats and carrying rifles with bayonets, they stood there stomping their feet and watching the approaching big truck. Behind them was a simple wooden sign, apparently new. An arrow is drawn on it, and several Chinese characters are written: Xiuyan County - 75 km.

As the truck drove closer and closer, the two Japanese military policemen became more and more suspicious and vigilant, staring at the unfamiliar model of military truck and the two small yellow flags in front of the car. - The small flag is wrapped in ice and snow, so it is not easy to see, but it is definitely not the red and white flag of the Japanese army.

Both Japanese military policemen raised their rifles flat and became vigilant.

In the car, Wu Yanbin was extremely nervous. Xu Xiangde put the steering wheel and said in a deep voice:

"Hold the machine gun in your arms and get ready. Get your pass out. ”

Wu Yanbin nervously held the light machine gun, and then took out the documents issued by the Japanese Manchuria Dispatch Army Military Police Corps. The gendarmerie promised that this document would allow them to move freely and unhindered in the Japanese-controlled area.

Xu Xiangde stopped the car and shook the glass.

A Japanese soldier was watching with a gun on the side of the road, and another gendarme came up and asked a Japanese word into the cab.

Xu Xiangde didn't speak, just handed over the document.

The Japanese gendarme took the document, looked at it a few times, and then showed it to his companion. Both of them looked at each other, and they were both suspicious.

Then, a Japanese gendarme said something, walked to the side of the road, pulled out a field telephone out of nowhere, and began to shake the handle.

Xu Xiangde didn't say a word, his right arm pulled out of the car window, and there were two crisp sounds of "Dangdang", and the two Japanese military policemen fell to the ground almost at the same time.

Xu Xiangde grabbed the pistol that was still smoking, pushed the car door and jumped out of the car, shouting:

"Quick, come down and help me carry the body! Hurry up and leave after lifting! ”

Then, he raised his arm again, and with two more "dangdang" blows, he shot each of the two Japanese soldiers.

Wu Yanbin jumped wildly in his chest, silently chanting "This trip with a murderer to run errands", he also jumped out of the car, without saying a word, and helped him carry the body.

The two of them quickly carried the corpse of the Japanese military police into the woods and threw it down, pushed the Asiatica grass cover, and quickly returned to the car. Xu Xiangde turned the steering wheel, turned the truck to the left, and slowly drove onto the path.

"Xiao Wu," he asked, staring at the narrower path ahead, "that road sign says how many kilometers are there from here to Xiuyan County?" ”

Wu Yanbin stuck his head out and looked at it, and said:

"75 km!"

"Okay," Xu Xiangde said, "It's two o'clock in the afternoon, 75 kilometers, let's count it in two hours." From Xiuyan to Zhuanghe, even if it is another 75 kilometers, we will count him as two hours...... It was just dark at six o'clock in the evening, and we drove to Zhuanghe County...... Very good. ”

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