Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

On a deserted road leading to Shanghai, there was a young man with his bare chest walking under the sun.

He pretended not to see the shade of trees on the roadside and only traveled under the sun.

Some people even don't wear any clothes and insist on going shirtless. It's only when there's no one on the street, otherwise someone would laugh at them in secret and say: "You're a fool!"

This person was Ma Liang, who wiped out the bandits in Black Wind Mountain. The reason why Ma Liang did this was because his skin, as a modern man, was too white compared to most people at that time.

I guess the skin color of those young ladies who never go out of the house and are kept in seclusion in their boudoir is similar to his.

During the Republic of China period, there were no subways or buses, let alone private cars, which were extremely rare.

As for the roadside, there are not many buildings to provide shade, and most people's skin is tanned by the sun.

Even if you are a wealthy middle class, as long as you go out often, your skin color will basically not be too white, but slightly dark.

It can be said that in this era, except for the real dignitaries and the prostitutes, basically everyone's skin color would not be as white as Ma Liang's.

This was also the reason why Zhao Laoba was willing to carry Ma Liang, a stranger, back to the village, and the villagers did not object and even took the initiative to give food to Ma Liang.

Ma Liang's skin color is very common in modern times. Unless they are outdoor workers, such as construction workers or farmers working in the fields, most people have this skin color.

But now it is very conspicuous and not conducive to hiding the identity at all.

For this reason, Ma Liang did not choose a carriage or car, but instead spent more than ten days walking.

It is good to experience wind and sun to make your skin darker and rougher, so as to facilitate subsequent actions.

Seeing that there was no one around, Ma Liang took out his LR19 from the space, along with some necessary equipment.

After getting dressed, Ma Liang plunged into the forest beside the road.

Since future combat targets are no longer limited to special agents, there is always the possibility of facing the regular Japanese army.

Ma Liang also took this opportunity to improve his field combat capabilities.

At night, Ma Liang was practicing his night marching ability in the jungle. Following the guidance of the compass, he moved forward quickly in the jungle with the LR19.

More than ten kilometers away, in a quarry used as an execution ground by the Japanese army, two Ford sedans and two military trucks drove into an open space in the quarry.

A squad of Japanese soldiers, under the command of Sergeant Murata, got off the truck, bringing four underground party members who were tied up like dumplings.

"Kameda, take your men to set up a machine gun position. Inoue, the three of you will set up a fifty-meter cordon, and the rest of you will guard the prisoners."

Almost as soon as they got off the car, Sergeant Murata started issuing commands like a machine gun, and the soldiers who were called upon quickly trotted out to carry out the orders.

Under the command of Sergeant Murata, four Japanese machine gun crew members, half bent over, ran quickly to the nearest commanding height, set up the Taisho Type 11 machine guns on the waste soil pile in the quarry, and were ready for battle.

At this time, eight plainclothes men in two cars got out of the cars and half-surrounded a middle-aged man wearing glasses.

"Murata-kun is too cautious. We have used this execution ground many times and it is always safe. But Murata-kun still mobilizes so many troops every time."

Shinichi Yamagami, a police officer who had just been transferred from Japan to reinforce the occupied area, complained about Murata's rigidity.

"On the mountain, come down here." A middle-aged man wearing glasses in the crowd shouted.

"Chief, what's the matter?"

When Shan Shang heard Section Chief Yoshida calling him, he thought something good was going to happen and ran over happily.

"Snapped!"

Unexpectedly, Section Chief Yoshida raised his hand and slapped him hard. Shan subconsciously stood at attention and lowered his head and shouted:

"Hi!"

"Next time I hear you express dissatisfaction with the Locust Army, it won't be so simple." Yoshida rubbed his hands and said coldly.

Chen Ziyi, the former head of the New Fourth Army's Huai'an County Transportation Station, was stunned by the combat prowess of this Japanese squad.

In less than a minute, relying solely on the command of a squad leader, they can quickly occupy various commanding heights and establish a complete circular security zone.

Chen Ziyi had also fought in wars and knew the seriousness of the situation. He was thinking about how to arrange it if he were to rescue the prisoners.

"Based on our army's combat effectiveness, I'm afraid it would take more than a platoon of soldiers, regardless of sacrifice, to break through the defense of this Japanese squad."

Just as Chen Ziyi was calculating the fighting power of both sides in his mind, a somewhat stiff Mandarin voice sounded beside him:

"Mr. Chen, are you ready? If you can persuade your companions to surrender, or find out the 20 tons of primary tungsten ore, the Locust Army will reward you greatly."

"Okay, Mr. Yoshida, I will do my best." Chen Ziyi quickly bowed his head and promised.

After saying that, Chen Ziyi walked up to the four people who were pinned to the ground and covered in blood, and hesitated for a moment.

Chen Ziyi personally helped up Huang Dengfeng, the youngest of the four and the responsible guard.

"Xiao Huang! You are still so young, less than 20 years old? Have you never tasted a woman?"

"You died so young, without ever experiencing any good things. Don't you feel you've lost out?"

"None of your injuries are fatal, and you won't be disabled. You'll be fine after some rest."

"The Locust Army said that if you are willing to tell us where the 20 tons of tungsten ore is hidden, the Locust Army will reward you with dollars! We will give you a new identity, otherwise tonight will be your last night in the world."

It has to be said that Chen Ziyi's words were very tempting. The other three people with their mouths blocked twisted their bodies desperately, trying to remind Huang Dengfeng not to be tempted.

Although Huang Dengfeng was young, he joined the Red Army at the age of 15. After the main force left, he continued to fight guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines and became an old soldier.

The guerrillas who stayed behind in the eight southern provinces had a hard life, which could be said to be no worse than the main force that was strategically transferred.

Those who have managed to hold on until now are still here and have not dropped out.

Which one of them does not deserve the evaluation of these eight words: firm in belief and time-tested.

Huang Dengfeng asked Chen Ziyi for a cigarette and smoked it happily.

Just when Chen Ziyi and others thought Huang Dengfeng was about to speak, Huang Dengfeng's face changed and he spat on Chen Ziyi's face:

"You traitor dog, do you think everyone is as afraid of death as you are? Come on if you want to kill me or rob me! I won't say a word."

"Fuck, you're so shameless!" Chen Ziyi wiped his face frantically in anger.

"Don't cry until you see the coffin, Mr. Yoshida, kill this one first, kill them one by one, I don't believe no one will say anything."

Yoshida didn't care. These four communists didn't open their mouths even under torture. The reason he asked Chen Ziyi to persuade them to surrender was just a last try.

So he nodded and gave some instructions to Sergeant Murata beside him.

"Raise the gun!"

“Load!

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Huang Dengfeng listened to the sound of the Japanese soldiers behind him pulling the bolts of their guns according to Murata's orders. He took a deep breath and shouted like other predecessors:

"Down with Japanese imperialism, long live the Communist Party!"

"boom!"

After a sinful gunshot, a young life ended.

Because it was facing a huge artificial concave cliff formed by quarrying, Huang Dengfeng's voice was amplified and spread far away.

Ma Liang, who was in the jungle not far away, heard Huang Dengfeng's last familiar slogan.

The loudness of his voice and the resoluteness of his tone are enough to move anyone who hears it.

There is only one kind of person who can shout such slogans.

Without any hesitation, Ma Liang ran towards the location where the gunshot came from with the gun in his arms.