Chapter 424: Map

Night has fallen.

Dead silence.

It seems as if there is not a single sound around the battlefield.

No insects chirping.

No birds singing.

In fact, it is an illusion. It is caused by being too nervous.

When all your attention is focused on the enemy, you naturally ignore everything else.

At this moment, Zhang Yong and the Japanese invader are separated by less than 100 metres.

Yes, less than 100 metres.

Very close.

However, he still cannot see the Japanese soldier.

Yu Lexi, who is behind Zhang Yong, also cannot see the Japanese soldier. The Japanese soldier's hiding skills are truly top-notch.

The darkness also seriously affects the line of sight of both sides.

Suddenly...

Another red dot cuts into the edge of the map.

Zhang Yong's mind twitches. Another one?

Is the Japanese soldier trying to encircle?

A pincer attack?

But it doesn't seem like it.

The red dot that arrived later is almost following a straight line.

Or rather, it is almost always on roads. It has never left the roads. Obviously, this is a novice.

Only a novice would follow the roads when approaching the enemy.

If this is in the middle of a fierce battle, he is practically asking to die. Either he will be killed by a landmine. Or he will be killed by a sniper who has been waiting in ambush.

No one would take the roads.

All roads are traps. They only lead to death.

Strange, an old hand and a rookie?

How did the Japanese arrange this?

The rookie advances about 200 metres and stops moving.

He doesn't move for several minutes. Maybe he found a good hiding place. So he doesn't want to move.

'Sssss...'

'Sssss...'

A very slight friction sound comes from the darkness.

Someone is slowly creeping.

At the same time, the map shows that the red dot is approaching.

The opportunity is here.

Zhang Yong quietly takes out an American-made MK2 grenade, quietly pulls off the pin, and then grips the handle tightly.

This type of grenade has a characteristic. It will not explode if you hold onto the handle. But if you let go, it will explode. The interval between letting go of the handle and the explosion is about five seconds.

He is going to ambush the Japanese invader.

He is waiting for the other party to take the initiative to enter the throwing range.

80 meters...

50 meters...

The Japanese invader gradually crawls over.

Very light. Very light. Hardly any sound.

If it weren't for the map, one might think there was a snake or a mouse crawling.

Could there be snakes in this weather? Not really.

Zhang Yong begins to breathe slowly.

He dares not move.

Not an inch.

He is afraid of making any sound.

Even breathing must be done carefully. Otherwise, it will be heard.

40 metres...

30 metres...

Finally, the red dot gets closer.

Zhang Yong let go quietly. Then he waited.

The advantage of this grenade was that there was no sound when it was released.

Unlike a wooden-handled grenade, which would hiss and spit fire and white smoke. Then the enemy would immediately find out.

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

Zhang Yong decisively threw the grenade.

At this time, the Japanese invaders were about 25 metres away. A bit far. It might not be able to be thrown.

If it were a wooden-handled grenade, it would be easy to throw it 30 metres. But not a hand grenade. Especially not when you're throwing it while lying down, and it usually only goes ten metres.

'Hoo!'

The grenade rolled through the air.

The Japanese soldier immediately realised the danger. He quickly ran backwards.

Zhang Yong then knew that the other person had made a mistake.

The wrong choice.

The other person shouldn't have run.

Really.

If he ran, he would be exposed.

Then the shrapnel from the grenade explosion would probably hit him.

The most critical thing is that the flash of the grenade explosion will expose the opponent. And there are a lot of Ying Qiqi around.

As long as someone hits...

'Boom!'

Sure enough, the grenade exploded.

The flash broke out.

In the flash, Zhang Yong did see the enemy.

Yes, it was indeed the Japanese invaders.

He was exposed.

The flash revealed his figure.

He was finished...

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

Sure enough, Ying Qiqi opened fire.

The snipers lying in ambush around him had been waiting for this golden opportunity.

The target was illuminated by the firelight.

This was certain death.

Zhang Yong saw the target fling itself to the ground in the firelight.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

A bullet had already hit him squarely. There were faint traces of where the bullet had hit.

What a low-level mistake...

Was he really a member of the Miyamoto family?

A moment later, the red dot disappeared.

Dead.

The second red dot seems to be startled. It quickly flees in the direction it came from. From where it came from, it ran. In the darkness, no one else can see it either.

Soon, this new red dot disappears at the edge of the map.

'Stop shooting!'

'Stop shooting!'

Zhang Yong calls out in relief.

The gunfire then stops. Yu Lexi rushes out, trying to capture the Japanese soldier alive.

He didn't know that the Japanese soldier was already dead.

If he could capture the Japanese soldier alive, he might be able to get some useful information.

Unfortunately, when he came up to the Japanese soldier with his rifle, he found that the other party had already breathed his last. There was no hope.

A rough examination. At least he had been shot five times.

At least three of the shots had hit vital organs. Even if it was the great Luo Jinsen, he couldn't have saved him.

Alas...

No one was captured alive.

'It's not someone from the Miyamoto family,' Zhang Yong shook his head.

'Yes, what a stupid mistake!' Yu Lexi gradually came to his senses. It seems that this Japanese soldier did not have enough combat experience.

His skills were completely fine.

His stealth skills were very good. His climbing skills were also outstanding.

I guess his marksmanship was also very good.

However, when under attack, he was not calm enough. He did not react in the most rational and reasonable way.

He should have stayed down.

Even if he was shocked by a grenade, he should have stayed down.

If he stayed down, the chances of being hit by shrapnel would be lower. At the same time, he would not be as exposed.

However, he chose to do the instinctive thing. He ran.

On the battlefield, this would certainly be fine.

There were so many people on the battlefield that the enemy might not notice you.

But here, there are at least ten guns trained on you. You ran? You stood up?

Isn't that just looking for death?

Therefore, Zhang Yong seriously suspected that the opponent was not from the Miyamoto family.

'Type 44 rifle and sidearm.'

'No sidearm.'

Yu Lexing picked up the Japanese weapon.

It was basically certain that it was not from the Miyamoto family. It should be from another expert.

Chen Gongshu was shot by a sidearm. This indicated that the murderer always carried a sidearm with him. However, the Japanese soldier in front of him did not have a sidearm. There was only a rifle.

There were not many bullets either. Only ten rounds. Five in the chamber. Five on the body.

Did he bring too few bullets? Of course not.

This just shows that this guy is an expert. He doesn't need too many bullets.

For him, killing ten targets is already enough. After he has used up all ten bullets, he will retreat quickly, and definitely won't linger.

This is also a kind of forced restraint. Without bullets, you have no choice but to retreat.

No bullets. No choice.

'Take it away!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

He was still very unhappy that he had not captured anyone from the Miyamoto family.

Depressed...

Suddenly, he realised how strange the personal space was.

He had previously fired all the more than 100 Ying Qiqi bullets. But now it seemed as if he had them again.

He didn't find it strange. It was the system. It could do whatever it wanted.

After a rough count, there were also more than 100 bullets.

It wasn't of much use.

Forget it. Just leave it for now. It was just a temporary emergency measure.

With more than 100 bullets, even a powerful person could kill or injure dozens of enemies.

It's better than letting those Ying Qiqi become real firesticks.

Call it a day.

Prepare to return to No. 49 Shihu Street.

Take the weapons and bodies of the Japanese invader killers with you. We'll study them slowly when we get back.

Maybe we can even extort a little fee from the Japanese invaders for collecting the bodies...

Arrived at the street corner. Get in the car.

The convoy heads southwest in the darkness.

It's already the middle of the night. There are no street lamps. Only the headlights.

Suddenly, another red dot appeared on the map, moving rapidly from the side street, north to south, and quickly approaching the edge of the map. It was moving fast, as if it were being driven.

Oh?

A Japanese soldier? Speeding through the night?

Zhang Yong was feeling irritable, and it was just the right time to catch a Japanese soldier to cheer him up.

'Accelerate!'

'Okay!'

'Stop at the intersection ahead!'

'Okay!'

The driver slammed the accelerator.

Soon, the car stopped at the intersection. It swayed sideways.

Zhang Yong got out of the car. He took out his gun.

The map shows that only one red dot is moving. There is no one else.

It's the middle of the night, and a Japanese man is running in such a hurry. Could it be that there is something important? Haha. If we let him go, we might lose a fortune!

"Captain...'

'Get ready!'

'Yes!'

The group quietly ambushed the area.

The red dot quickly approached the intersection. It saw the car swerving. It had to stop.

It didn't dare to crash into it. Otherwise, it would be destroyed and everyone would die.

More importantly, there were very important things in his car. Damage would be troublesome.

As a result, as soon as the car came to a stop, Zhongyang and the others pounced and grabbed the other party.

The Japanese soldier tried to defend himself, but was knocked unconscious with a single punch.

Zhang Yong ignored the Japanese soldier and searched the car. He hoped to find some kind of consolation prize.

What is a consolation prize?

It's silver notes, gold bars, large bills, and so on...

In the end, there was none.

The car was empty, with nothing in it.

In the end, a map was found in the pocket of the Japanese soldier's jacket. It was thick and large.

Zhang Yong opened the map with some confusion. He noticed that there was no specific name on the map. However, judging from the markings on the map, it seemed to be related to army deployment and fortifications?

He frowned.

Could this be the defensive deployment map of Tianjinwei?

Was it stolen by the Japanese soldier?

The Japanese soldier ran so fast, was he trying to return the map to the Japanese concession?

It was possible...

He immediately woke the Japanese soldier up.

When the Japanese soldier woke up, he looked at Zhang Yong and the others with a terrified expression.

He didn't know who the other person was.

He couldn't determine their exact identity.

'My name is Chen Hu,' Zhang Yong said gently, "I'm sorry. Brother, where are you running off to in such a hurry?'

'I'm going home. Someone in my family is sick." The Japanese soldier quickly calmed down.

'Oh, someone is sick? Who is sick?'

'My mother. My mother is sick...'

'What's your mother's name? How old is she?'

'My mother's name is Yu Xiulian. She's 63 years old today. She's weak and sickly...'

'Oh. Then why don't you have any money on you?'

'I, I, didn't have time. I'll go back and get some. I'll go back and get some.'

'Oh, and what's this map doing here?'

'Oh, I drew it for fun. It's not useful. You can give it back to me.'

'This looks like a map of the Tianjin city defences! You say it's useless? Do you take me for a child? Think carefully. Think before you answer.'

'Who are you people?'

The Japanese soldier's face immediately turned dark. He wasn't even a little bit scared.

He really wasn't. There were so many Japanese troops in Tianjin. As long as you were Chinese, you wouldn't dare to displease them.

'I told you. My name is Chen Hu. I just came from the northeast.'

'What do you want?'

'I'm new to this place and don't have any money. I wanted to beg for some, but you don't have any money either. All you have is that map. You've really put me in a difficult situation.'

'Let me go and I'll pay you.'

'Pay me and I'll let you go.'

'How can I pay you now? I'll go back and get the money.'

'First, you send someone with the money...'

'Baka!'

the Japanese soldier shouted.

Zhang Yong waved his hand. Tan Haitao and the others came up.

Without saying a word, they used a hammer to knock out all the teeth in the Japanese invader's mouth. Not a single one left.

I told you to speak nicely. And you were so aggressive.

I'm in a bad mood. I'm not going to let you off. I'll pull out your teeth first!

"Wuwuwu...'

'Wuwuwu...'

The Japanese invader struggled desperately. Trying to yell. Unfortunately, it was useless.

He was held down firmly. He was smashed in the mouth with a hammer, tooth by tooth. They weren't even pulled out. They just stayed in his mouth.

'Have you thought it over? Speak properly!'

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Zhang Yong waves his hand. He wants to be civilized. Let him speak first.

Pull the towel off...

'Have you thought it over?'

'Woo woo...'

The Japanese soldier let out a painful wail.

Zhang Yong picks up the hammer and slams it down with his eyes closed.

Did it hit?

Or not?

"Ah...'

The Japanese spy let out a short scream. Then he fainted.

Zhang Yong looks down. Oh, it hit. All five fingers are smashed to pieces.

Alas, how cruel...

Next time, let's get someone else!

He waved his hand and ordered the man to be taken away. He was unconscious anyway.

Besides, torturing people here would disturb the neighbours. Better to go back to No. 49 Shihu Street!

Inside those high walls, no one would know if the Japanese invader was being tortured to death.

Take the man away. Take the car away too.

They returned safely to No. 49 Shihu Street.

Cao Mengqi, who was in charge of staying behind, immediately came up and reported that a phone call had just come in.

The caller did not say who they were. Cao Mengqi also did not say who he was. The two sides were talking at cross purposes on the phone. In the end, the caller left a phone number and told them to think about it before calling back.

'Think about it?'

'That's what the caller said.'

'Give it to me!'

Zhang Yong took the phone number.

Think about it before calling back. I wonder who the hell it is.

Anyone who knows the phone number of 49 Shihu Street must be no ordinary person. Maybe it's another big traitor.

So he dialed the number back.

'Dudu...'

'Dudu...'

There was a busy signal for a long time. The other party finally picked up the phone.

It was a stranger. He couldn't tell the age. Naturally, he couldn't judge the identity.

'Hello...'

'Did you just call?'

'Where are you?'

'49 Shihu Street?'

'I asked which city!'

'Tianjin.'

'Oh, you're Zhang Benzheng's warehouse, right? Yes, I'm the one who called.'

'What is it?'

'Where's your goods? When will you release them?'

'What goods?'

'White sugar. 400 tons. Don't you know anything? What kind of work is this? Are you trying to renege on the deal?'

'Have you paid?'

'We'll pay once we receive the goods.'

'You pay first!'

'Bastard! Did Zhang Benzheng tell you to say that? Put him on the phone!'

'Our boss is not available right now. If you have something to say, just tell me. Our boss has just set a rule: payment before delivery. You pay first. Once I receive the money, I will naturally deliver the goods!'

'Kid, do you take me for a three-year-old? How can we possibly trust you?'

'Then how can I trust you?'

Zhang Yong retorted unceremoniously.

I'm in a bad mood. It doesn't matter who you are.

If you want the goods, pay first!

If you don't pay, I won't ship!

And even if you pay, I may not ship!