Zhang Qian had breakfast, didn't even take off her clothes, and fell asleep.

After sleeping in this barracks for a day and a night, early the next morning, as soon as the sky was dawning, Zhang Qian and the soldier whose name she still did not know, but only the surname Zhao, had breakfast together, and then rode on the newly changed horse, and continued to drive south.

After running all day until the sun set, the two men arrived at a larger military camp on the southern outskirts of Pyongyang.

After dinner, Zhang Qian asked the military doctor for two bottles of Yunnan Baiyao spray made in China, and handed Xiao Zhao one bottle before entering the house.

Xiao Zhao took the medicine bottle with a blushing face, watched Zhang Qian enter the room prepared for herself and closed the door, and muttered in a low voice: "If I can help her take medicine, I would be willing to die ten thousand times." ”

After entering the wooden barrel that had been filled with hot water and squirting the potion on her inner thighs and buttocks, Zhang Qian was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes.

Fortunately, the soldiers of the North Peninsula also prepared new underwear and military uniforms for her, and even the hat was new, and the stinky clothes were just thrown away without washing.

At about two o'clock in the morning, Zhang Qian, who was asleep, was awakened by a few slight sounds.

Since the barracks buildings had collapsed, she now lived in a newly built brick and wood building, and the sound was the sound of roof tiles.

By the light of the papier-mâché window from the papier-mâché window that had been burning in the playground outside, Zhang Qian kept the faint snoring sound of her sleep and looked at the roof with wide eyes.

This skill was taught to her by Dawson when she was in the CIA training school, first using the computer to record the sound of her breathing when she was sleeping, including the sound of sleeping normally, when she was already tired, and even when she was drunk, and then practiced repeatedly during the day, so that she could make these sounds when she was awake, confusing the enemies who sneaked in in the middle of the night and even the pillow person.

At this point, she used the slightly thicker, slightly snoring breath that she had made when she fell asleep after she was very tired.

Sure enough, the current infiltrator seemed to be bewitched by her snoring, and continued to slowly remove the roof tiles one by one, revealing a small hole.

Through the bright light, Zhang Qian saw a puff of smoke spraying into the house from a small hole.

More than ten seconds before this, Zhang Qian had already taken the opportunity of pretending to turn over and stuffed something like a cigarette holder into her mouth.

It was a poison gas filter, the gas resistance was almost negligible, and it was an accessory inside the helmet in the U.S. military's one-piece combat suit, and the CIA people also liked to carry this gadget with them and use it for emergencies.

Zhang Qian, who held her breath with her nose and only breathed through the filter on her mouth, continued to secretly squint at what the uninvited guests above wanted to do.

After a while, the opening of the tiles became larger and larger, and a few minutes later, a black-clothed masked man took a look, slowly climbed down from the opening, and squatted on the beam.

At this time, Zhang Qian had already narrowed her eyes and only secretly observed through the slit in her eyes.

The man in black on the beam of the room gently knocked on the pillar on the side, making three "dong dong" sounds.

Seeing that Zhang Qian was still motionless, she slowly followed the pillar to the ground, touched the side of the bed lightly, first carefully searched the backpack at the foot of the bed, and then slowly came to the head of the bed.

When the right hand of the man in black slowly reached under Zhang Qian's pillow, Zhang Qian suddenly turned over, kicked the opponent's crotch at the same time, and then immediately got up, and at the same time the other party let out a muffled snort, "Click!" A thud snapped the other party's neck.

Then, Zhang Qian began to examine the unchilled corpse, a sturdy man in his early thirties, with the characteristic head of a male soldier in the Northern Peninsula, and did not carry any weapons.

Underneath his black suit, he wears a standard green T-shirt of the Northern Peninsula People's Army.

"It's broken!"

Zhang Qian exclaimed secretly.

At the beginning, Zhang Qian saw that the other party searched his backpack and seemed to be looking for something, so he concluded that this person should not have been assisting him as a soldier of the People's Army, for his own safety, no matter how much he practiced fighting between men and women, it was easy to suffer, and he didn't know what the other party was capable of, so he took advantage of his unpreparedness to kill him.

Killing other people's soldiers in other people's barracks, no matter what the reason, will definitely cause a lot of trouble, and if you don't do it well, you will delay the big things you want to do.

After thinking about the stakes, Zhang Qian immediately took off the black clothes on the corpse, put them on herself, carried the corpse to the bed, turned her back to the door, and covered it with a towel.

Then he picked up his small black fanny pack, put on his shoes, crept to the door, and gently pulled the wooden latch inside the door in half, so that people outside could push the door hard to enter.

Then, like a monkey, climb up the beams along the pillars and up to the roof through the holes in the roof.

After observing the roof for a while, he saw a red brick wall not far away, so he jumped off the roof, slipped to the corner, climbed to the top of the wall along the square anti-collapse wall posts that were every ten meters, jumped down, rolled on the grass a few times, got up and ran, and disappeared into the darkness.

Early the next morning, near a small town in southern Pyongyang, a bald-headed middle-aged man with a dark face, rough skin, but thin arms and legs, dressed in a gray one-piece overalls that all the peninsula peasants love, drove slowly south along the road with a wooden cart pulled by a black donkey, loaded with yellow corn.

Due to the preparation for the war, he often encountered checkpoints set up by the military and police on the North Peninsula along the way, but because the certificates were complete and the people and certificates matched, the black-faced man was not embarrassed.

After walking for several days, the donkey cart came to a mountain forest near the 38th parallel.

Zhang Qian, dressed as a man, took the donkey cart to the dense forest, killed the donkey with a white ceramic dagger, made a smokeless stove in the dense forest, and roasted a large piece of donkey meat with the method of calling flower chicken, and also roasted three corns.

In the buffer zone, which is about 4 kilometers wide on both sides of the 38th parallel, a large number of mines were originally planted, but due to the invasion of steel bacteria, most of the mines have failed.

But Zhang Qian did not take this lightly, because the shells and accessories of many modern mines have been replaced by ceramic or plastic instead of steel to prevent detection by metal detectors.

Therefore, Zhang Qian walked for almost an hour and a half for these four kilometers.

Although the North and South Peninsula are still not united, the relationship between the two countries has been much more relaxed than it was a hundred years ago, and now they have to face the invasion that the Holy Army under the leadership of Joseph may launch at any time, so the border between the two countries is not difficult to cross.

What's more, Zhang Qian is a professional agent, and in the past, crossing the borders of various countries equipped with various high-tech monitoring equipment was as simple as climbing over the walls of a kindergarten in front of her, not to mention the current border line that does not even have cameras.