Lin Xiuxuan sat down on the seat where Chen Zhiping was sitting just now, and found that there was a pack of camel cigarettes on the table, so he opened it casually and pulled out one, and found that there was no fire at hand, so he turned to a spy next to him who looked a little tender.

"Hey, there's a fire?"

The agent put away his pistol and pulled out a lighter for him. He crossed his legs and smoked a cigarette. The two spies couldn't figure out the situation, and they looked at this person who didn't look like a Japanese spy, full of style, and seemed to be very supportive. Just now, he also reprimanded the boss and broke the smuggling of Shangfeng. They thought, "How big is that?"

Lin Xiuxuan cocked Erlang's legs and turned his face to the side of the agent.

"Can I make a call back home?" Before he finished speaking, his hand was already grasping the phone.

The spy didn't dare to slack off, and quickly snatched the microphone from his hand. Lin's actions are indeed exaggerated, it seems that this person does not take the director of the major general in his eyes at all, they remind themselves, it is better to take it easy, this person has to watch, but not touch. Now they are caught in the middle, and it is indeed difficult. Chen Zhiping said, if you don't kill honestly, he will be responsible, but this kind of thing about the gods fighting, it's better to be careful, Director Chen can't count what he says verbally, and the matter of him letting his subordinates carry the black pot is not small.

"I see your age, it's Qingpu special training, right?"

Lin Xiuxuan leaned on the back of the chair and asked leisurely, naturally he didn't answer, just looked at him vigilantly.

"Do you know why we have always lost battles during the Anti-Japanese War?" He dusted off his cigarette ashes, "It's a black sheep like Director Chen, who thinks about making a fortune every moment." I believe that you are hot-blooded young people who joined the army to serve the country, and you should not be complicit. ”

As he spoke, he looked outside, and the car with the * was driven to the warehouse opposite. There is more than one smuggling here, but others also know to contact local transport companies to pull goods, but Dai Li, who also wants to use military trucks to smuggle.

There were actually hundreds of American ten-wheeled trucks in these warehouses, all of which were unloaded from the ship because they were originally intended to be transported by train, and all of them were in a state of decomposition. However, the military command department delayed the Japanese army's feint attack in vain, and did not cut off the retreat in the past few days, if some people were found to assemble it, every time a truck was completed, a cannon could be pulled back, but no one planned these things, but the smuggling guys were still digging hollow thoughts and taking advantage of the subsequent opportunity to pull back their own goods. These strange things make people angry when they look at them.

"Do you know your boss is smuggling?" He continued to ask his guards, questions that were of course difficult for the other party to answer.

"Who's that, go pour me a glass of water."

The two agents looked at each other and decided to ignore the request.

"Forget it." He picked up the cup on the table, which was probably Gao Quanshun, took a sip, and put it down heavily.

"What the is this?"

The clock on the wall pointed to 5:30, and soon the enemy in the city was about to start moving, but he was trapped here, and he had a car to get his hands on the matter, but he was disturbed by these bastards who formed a party for personal gain, and he was not too worried about whether he could get out, and when the guns rang out outside, there was naturally a way to get out.

A few kilometers away. Xu Chong slowly walked towards the Indian military camp, and Ma Qiang set up an anti-materiel gun on the top floor of the six-storey British merchant Taikoo Steamship Company, 200 meters behind him, waiting for instructions.

The place they chose was well lit and was facing the temporary headquarters of the enemy's 17th Infantry Brigade of the Anglo-Indian 46th Division, which was located in the port area.

The entire Swire building had long since been empty, so they didn't bother to break a single window and get in. But then they found out that the biggest problem was that it was not a standard sniper mission, they didn't even know who the target was, they only knew that there were people coming in and out of the headquarters, and it looked like something was going to happen, but who the mastermind was, it was not clear through the telescope.

Looking for Lin Xiuxuan, he never replied. So, Xu Chong decided to take advantage of the chaos to go in and explore. He pried open the corporate office downstairs and got a suit to put on.

This kind of thing should have been done by Lin Xiuxuan or Lu Qingshan, at least they could understand Japanese, but now that the situation is urgent, they can only let him and Ma Qiang, who are good at field business, give it a try. Of course, it may not be difficult to sneak into the headquarters, because there are many sneaky East Asians inside and outside the entire headquarters, and there are obviously independent army members, or members of the Southern Agency, so he walked to the gate with his hands in his pockets.

This headquarters was originally a post office, and after the 17th Division was shipped ashore, the headquarters was located here. It was here that the brigade commander Jones commanded a series of defeats that began on the Qindun River. It is not known whether the brigade commander himself is currently dead or alive. The armband of the Indian soldier standing guard at the gate is the Punjab Light Infantry Wing, which is a few blocks away, and is not a unit directly under the brigade headquarters.

He walked to the door and nodded to the Indian soldier standing guard. The Indian soldier did not squint and looked ahead, neither at him nor at him. He easily entered the building. Simple defenses had been set up inside the gate, improvised fortifications made of sandbags were mounted with Bren machine guns, and weapons were being distributed.

He noticed that there were obvious blood stains on the ground and some bullet marks on the walls, and it was clear that the seizure of power was going quite smoothly, so there was no much movement from the outside. A few guys next to him were handing out armbands, and he noticed that Indian soldiers wore orange armbands, while East Asian-looking ones wore green armbands, which were the colors of the flags designed overseas by exiles from India and Myanmar.

He walked over, and before he could speak, someone shoved him a green one, which he carried on his arm. This kind of large-scale chaos is impossible to stop too tightly, naturally it is cheap, it is easy for him to infiltrate, and now he has to find the most critical people.

He went up to the second floor and saw dozens of corpses piled up in the corner, most of them white, all shot in the head, and among them were several high-ranking officers, presumably the commander of the brigade.

A group of dignified-looking Indian officers poured out of the room on one side and walked down the building in front of Xu Chong's eyes. The first one had a mustache on his upper lip and wore the rank of captain, and was the highest-ranking officer in the group. As the crowd passed, he heard Japanese speakers, several Japanese in civilian clothes, following the captain closely, constantly saying something, and someone interpreting at the same time. It seems that this man was the leader of this coup.

In the hall downstairs, they began to make the final deployment to the heads of the rebels. Xu Chong heard the sound of car engines outside the building, and he walked to the window to see dozens of trucks parked downstairs. At the sound of a whistle, the soldiers quickly gathered in front of the car, and then began to board the car under the command of the non-commissioned officers.

"See the mustachioed guy next to the third truck?"

Xu Chong whispered.

"There are three targets with mustaches."

"Leather shoes, no leggings."

"The one with the holster on the left chest?"

"Not bad. And the Japanese with a green armband next to him, who also seemed to be a leader, hit him the second one. ”

Xu Chong leaned back slightly, waiting for Ma Qiang to make a move. It's almost night, and it's hard to tell the details through night vision devices.

The rebel leader was the last to climb into the truck, his body a little heavy and a little difficult to get up.

The roar of the car's engine was mixed with the roar of the rebels' exuberant orders, punctuated by a dull loud thud. The leader of the rebels fell heavily to the ground, the man crooked into a strange shape, he was almost beaten twice by the powerful bullet, only some flesh and military uniform were still attached.

Most people don't realize what's going on. Some people gathered around to see if the car's tires had burst.

Ma Qiang temporarily lost the Japanese who was the second target, he was originally on the side, but disappeared after the gunshot, and he decided to shoot a random one who looked older. Gunfire rang out a second time, and two rebels fell to the ground, one with a broken chest and the other with a broken leg.

At the same time, Xu Chong walked into a dripping room on the second floor, and he judged that the telegraph room was here. For a rebellion of this magnitude, it was obvious that it would be necessary to liaise with other troops as well as the Japanese troops outside the city. There was no one at the door, so he took out his gun and went straight in, and saw a row of five radio stations simultaneously announcing the news, all of whom were Japanese.

Several Japanese were peeking down from the window, apparently the guys who were supposed to be guarding the door, and they were attracted by Ma Qiang's movement.

Xu Chong shot as fast as he could, knocking down all the guards, and then quickly changed* to kill all the guys sitting in front of the radio. Outside, the sound of Bren machine gun fire rang out, and it was clear that Ma Qiang's position was exposed, but his anti-materiel gun was still firing unhurriedly.

Now, he shot the engines of all the trucks in turn, hoping that by this method, he could delay the enemy's move, and also hope to attract the attention of the nearby British troops, of course, he could not linger for too long, otherwise it would not be easy for him to get out.

From 250 meters away, the rebels began to fire at Ma Qiang, who only exposed the barrel of his gun, and they could barely see his position except for the flames emitted by Ma Qiang's firing. But a company had already rushed out of the command post in an attempt to surround and storm the building.

Xu Chong quickly came out the back door, avoiding the combat zone. The gunfire on Ma Qiang's side also stopped, and it seemed that he had begun to retreat as planned, and the enemy was probably still wondering why there was one person who could shoot in the dark. On the whole, the operation went well, but the efforts of the two of them alone obviously could not play a decisive role, and even if the conspiracy was revealed in advance, it would be difficult for the British army to extinguish the rebellion under external Japanese pressure.

He didn't know what the situation was going on with the team leader, he called Lin Xiuxuan a few times through the radio, but there was no response, and it seemed that he was in trouble. As he ran towards the Huihe district where Yu Ma Qiang had planned, the rebel cars rushed onto the road one after another, and it was clear that Ma Qiang had not been able to destroy all the cars, which was not possible in the first place.

He noticed that the cars split into two roads at the intersection, one of which headed for the area where the Chinese warehouse was located.

Lin Xiuxuan continued to sit in the office of the Chinese army in the warehouse area, and the distant sound of gunfire alarmed everyone in the room, and he was the only person here who knew what was going on.

"Do you hear that? The Japanese Naiou is starting to get his hands dirty. The siege is coming soon, and we're going to have to blow up all the supplies here. ”

The two guys next to him were nervous, but then the gunfire in the distance gradually stopped.

Two people barged in through the door.

"The city is unstable, we have to evacuate quickly, and Shangfeng wants to bring this person back to investigate."

They hugged each other, and Lin himself stood up and followed them out.

"Be steady when you go out, don't let Qiu Ba, who is moving things, see it, if it's messed up, things will be messed up." One of them reminded.

"We're gone, what are they going to do?"

"Take care of yourself first."