After meditating for two hours, Qian Jin went downstairs for breakfast as he had done the other day, and then went to the city to wander around as he had done the other day. I bought all kinds of medicinal herbs that are only available in the Northeast, and kept walking west.

Groups of Japanese soldiers walked down the street with loaded guns and live ammunition, and Qian Jin could only walk under the eaves on the side of the street; did some ordinary people curse softly, "These damn brutes!"

Sixty miles outside the city is their airport, which is said to have dozens of planes inside, Qian Jin has never seen what planes are like before, and he should take a good look at them today; there are tanks in the south, which are also the targets to be seen tonight.

found a restaurant that was not of high grade, Qian Jin asked for two dishes and one soup, tasted it slowly, listened to the diners chatting about things in the north and south of the world, and was also waiting for the black to come down.

"I heard that the headquarters of the Japanese were bombed last night, but it's a pity that several of the main figures happened to go to the palace to attend the banquet, otherwise they would have been served in one pot. ”

"Relieve your anger, those dogs are rampant and domineering, I heard that there are many dead and wounded, close to ninety percent. ”

"The rest went to the tank units in the south, and it is said that a squadron was drawn from the barracks in the east to the tank troops, and a brigade was drawn to the airfield. Those two places should not be able to fly in by mosquitoes now. ”

"I don't know where the people from the headquarters were, I didn't see the troops coming in the city, but the soldiers patrolled there. ”

"Hey, I heard that Jinzhou Port was bombed by three warships last night, so I can relieve my hatred. ”

"As long as I bomb them, I can relieve my hatred with anything; I just don't have that ability, otherwise I would have wanted to kill a few Japanese soldiers, those things are too hateful; what is the matter with dividing my dignified China into two countries. ”

"I don't know what the emperor of Manchukuo means in front of him, and he has to listen to the Japanese for everything. ”

"Emperor, who doesn't want to do it? High up, a large group of maids and slaves, hugging each other before going out, how majestic. ”

Seeing that it was approaching dusk, Qian Jin walked out after checking out, entered the westbound road, and began to run quickly. When you are still ten miles away from the airport, take the mountain road instead, and keep an eye on both sides along the way.

When there were still two miles away from the airport, Qian Jin began to find that there were Japanese soldiers patrolling the main road, and when there were still eight or nine zhang away from the airport, he could find that there were Japanese soldiers guarding the perimeter of the airport, with three steps and one sentry, and five steps and one post.

The airport was also brightly lit, with teams of soldiers running along the barbed wire, all loaded with guns. It seems that there is really no chance to enter, if you rely on your own ability, it is possible to break in, but in the face of so many people and guns, it is still unknown whether you can evacuate safely, and Qian Jin doesn't want to take this risk.

Since you can't get in, it's okay to try how far it goes. Qian Jin picked up two stones from above, trying not to be lighter than those hand-grenades-bullets. The right leg bears the force, the right arm stretches out, the right foot is hard, the right hand strokes forward, the stone flies out, directly over the first row of houses, I don't know how far it flies, there is a sound of chirping and wah, and all the patrol soldiers in the airport run to that side. Qian Jin then threw the second one, but not towards the same place, but fifteen or sixteen feet forward. Watching the stones fly over the first row of houses, Qian Jin quickly retreated.

By comparison, Qian Jin is sure that he will throw a grenade-bomb into the airport and blow up the plane, unless they increase the alert area again.

The tank troops who ran to the south gate took a look, and it was not as exaggerated as the airfield, but the vigilance was much stricter than the last time they came to reconnoitre, and there were more people patrolling.

After nothing happened overnight, Qian Jin went shopping on the street the next day, but this time he went north, and his two boxes of hand-grenade and bombs were hidden outside the northern city; the Japanese could not rely on their hand-grenade bombs, so they could only use their own stock.

It was already dusk, and Qian Jin was carrying a box containing fifty grenades, carrying a burden, which were medicinal herbs he had bought a day, and hurried westward, as if he would not be able to get home before dark.

By the time I got to yesterday's location, it was only eight o'clock in the evening. The other party did not expand the scope of vigilance, it was still the same as yesterday.

Since this is still the case, then it will be easy to do. Qian Jin took out a hole in the box, and he could take out a grenade and a bullet from it with his hand.

The plane that first wants to be fried, and then the oil depot, although I want to do it at the same time, unfortunately I can't get in, so I can only get the plane first and then the oil depot. Starting from the middle position, Qian Jin threw a hand-grenade, and then threw it as he walked, the first one may not have exploded in the right place because of a puff of black smoke. Qian Jin didn't care, just kept throwing around those guards.

The explosions one after another made the guards outside a little dizzy, and they all turned their heads to look at the explosions inside, not knowing whether to go in to put out the fire or continue to guard outside.

Finally, there was a rattling sound from inside, and the guards pulled the bolts of their guns and began to shoot outside. Qian Jin looked at it, there was some trouble, it was okay not to find it, as long as he dealt with a gun, if he found it, there would be more guns to deal with, but since it has reached this point, he can only be lucky on the surface of the body, and continue to throw hand-grenades-bullets into it.

When throwing the tenth hand-grenade-bullet, Qian Jin felt something hit on his right arm, but he didn't care, continued to run forward and continued to throw the hand-grenade-bullet. When he threw forty-three hand-grenade-bombs on the ground, he felt that his thigh was hit by something, and when he touched it, there was nothing else except for a hole in his pants, at this time, Qian Jin felt that he should have been shot, but it didn't hurt or bleed, so he didn't care so much, he continued to run, and continued to throw hand-grenade-bullets; when the last hand-grenade-bullet was thrown, Qian Jin felt that he had been hit by three bullets on his body, but he didn't try to hurt, and when he touched it, there was still no blood flowing out of the three places, and it seemed that luck still had a good protective effect in the body. In that case, let's evacuate quickly.

I don't know if the plane was blown up, but there were a few loud noises inside, accompanied by fire, the oil depot should have been blown up, and it is possible that the plane was blown up. Regardless of the situation, hurry up and retreat.

Carrying the burden, Qian Jin left quickly, and heard a series of explosions on the way, which were muffled and loud.

Without looking back, Qian Jin directly took out another box of grenades-bombs and rushed straight to the tank troops in the south.

With the experience of bombing the airfield, Qian Jin used his luck faster this time, throwing two hands, grenades, and bombs into it together; 40 tank warehouses and 10 oil depots, and watching the two warehouses burn out, Qian Jin watched outside the wall for two minutes. I saw with my own eyes that three tanks were blown up when they came out, and the others did not come out of the warehouse, so I don't know the specific situation.

Tank depots are much easier to bomb than airfields, where there are sentry posts eight or nine feet outside the wall, making it impossible to close oneself to the edge, but here you can stand on the wall and throw bombs at the target, and the target is clearer and more direct.

The time between the two places is about the same, the whole process will not take more than five minutes here, and the time may be longer on the other side of the airport, maybe seven minutes, and the range there is even larger, more than ten times that of this side.

Seeing that someone inside organized a team to rush out, and people began to be on the fence, Qian Jin turned around and left, and he didn't want to continue to watch the excitement, there should be news on the street tomorrow.

When I arrived at the inn, it was only eleven o'clock. Qian Jin found that his clothes had broken four holes, and there were only three traces of being hit by bullets on his body, and the places where he was hit were a little black, and after the airflow entered the dantian, Qian Jin felt that those three places were still a little painful.

He changed his clothes, tore them, and threw them into the creek outside the inn and went down the river.

Back in bed, Qian Jin began to have luck, and his whole body roamed, focusing on these three points.

The next morning, the three points had dissipated, and there was no pain to the touch, Qian Jin found a new use for the airflow in his body, and he couldn't help but be happy and wanted to laugh, but he still didn't laugh, otherwise people would think that there was something wrong with him.

After breakfast, Qian Jin carried his burden to the south to purchase medicinal herbs; there were obviously more Japanese soldiers on the street than yesterday, and the vehicles also drove out, and they were interrogated when they saw people. Qian Jin was stopped and interrogated twice, and untied all the baggage for them to check.

All the way to the south, I didn't buy much medicinal materials, but I heard a lot of news.

There are still two tanks left that have not been blown up, but there are a lot of casualties, it is estimated that there is no squadron left, and the commander of the tank depot committed suicide by seppuku, and now a new commander has been sent.

All the wounded were dragged into the hospital run by the Japanese, and 16 truckloads of wounded people were loaded in, some of them were burned and their flesh was blurred, and many of them were blown up.

Qian Jin slipped from the south to the west again, wanting to hear about the situation of the plane in the west, which was what he was most concerned about.

Along the way, I didn't hear anything, only that I heard that eleven cars of wounded people were loaded from the outside, and they were all screaming in the car.

Qian Jin thought about it, it should be that the news was blocked, and besides, it was so far away from the city, as long as people were not allowed to enter, then the news would naturally not be transmitted.

Qian Jin no longer wanted to inquire about the news, since he had already done it and tried his best to do it, he didn't have to think too much about the result, so he decided to put down his mind, buy some medicinal materials and supplies on the road and go home directly.

The next day, Qian Jin took the box of bullets hidden outside the city and ran all the way along the official road directly to the southwest.

Within fifty miles, I watched a team of Japanese soldiers set up a card for inspection, and at this time, there was no one else on the road except Qian Jin.

Vaguely seeing a pool of blood on the ground in front of him, Qian Jin immediately became alert, rode his horse closer, and when the distance reached about fifty zhang, one person drank Qian Jin to dismount and walk over, and the six people took their guns and aimed.

Secretly lucky, accelerated the circulation in the body, and when it was about thirty zhang, Qian Jin suddenly punched the six people, only to see the six people rise into the air, spurt blood from their mouths, and fly away.

Qian Jin pulled out the bayonet from his horse and stepped over in one step, and the bayonet was wiped out by the few people who were concentrated; when the dozen or so people around saw that the situation was not good, they took their guns from behind their backs; Qian Jin stabbed, punched, and kicked them, and flew away one by one. Turning and going through them one by one, he took the grenade from their waists, took out a large bag, loaded it, and rode his horse on his way southwest.