Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

On the top of the mountain, Lu Yang lay behind a mossy and slippery rock, holding a telescope to observe the movements in the valley.

"The Ninth Regiment," he put down the telescope, frowning, "How did they get so deep into this place?"

Ye Wanru was sorting through the map she found in the military supply box: "This mountain road is their only supply route."

Lu Yang stroked the stubble on his chin, a sly look flashing in his eyes: "If we can cut off their supply..."

"What are you planning now?" Ye Wanru couldn't help but ask as she looked at his expression.

Lu Yang pointed to a mark on the map and said, "Every evening, a baggage train would pass through this mountain road."

"Just the two of us?" Ye Wanru bit her lip. "It's too risky."

Lu Yang pulled out the Japanese military uniform from his arms and shook it in the sun: "I am still Major Yamamoto, and you are still my translator."

As the sun set, a baggage train slowly drove up the mountain road. More than a dozen trucks were loaded with ammunition and food.

"Stop!" A Japanese major suddenly walked out from the roadside, followed by a female translator.

The captain immediately ordered the car to stop: "Major Yamamoto? Why are you here?"

"The Special High Police received intelligence," Lu Yang said with a straight face, "that the guerrillas were going to attack the supply lines."

The captain wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "But... I haven't received any notice from my superiors."

"Baga!" Lu Yang shouted, "Do we have to wait for notification before we can protect the supplies?"

Ye Wanru translated in a low voice, but her eyes were observing the situation of each truck.

"Please let me check the supplies," Lu Yang took out a document with the seal of the Special High Section, "This is an order."

The captain hesitated for a moment, but still asked his men to open the carriage.

Lu Yang carefully checked each car and made some records from time to time.

"Last car," he said, walking to the rear and suddenly drawing his pistol, "no one move!"

At the same time, Ye Wanru pulled out a gun and pointed it at the stunned captain.

"You...you are not Major Yamamoto?" the captain stammered.

"Thanks to you," Lu Yang sneered, "I will accept these supplies."

Several soldiers wanted to draw their guns, but were forced back by Ye Wanru's warning shots.

"Everyone get on the last car!" Lu Yang ordered, "Hurry!"

After all the soldiers got on the car, Lu Yang signaled Ye Wanru to drive the first car.

"Your regiment," Lu Yang said to the captain, "will soon be trapped."

The convoy restarted, leaving the last car alone on the mountain road.

"I've made a fortune this time," Ye Wanru said, looking in the rearview mirror. "It's enough to support the national army for a while."

Lu Yang shook his head: "No, we still have to send these supplies to the right place."

"You mean..." Ye Wanru suddenly understood something.

"That's right," Lu Yang said with a mysterious smile, "It's time to meet old friends."

In the darkness of night, the convoy drove deep into the mountains and disappeared into the vast night.

At this time, the Ninth Regiment trapped in the mountains did not know that they were trapped in a jar.

"Signalman!" The regiment commander stamped his feet anxiously, "Why can't we contact the supply team?"

The signalman wiped his sweat and said, "Report, maybe the signal is not good in the mountains..."

The captain looked at the dark mountain road and always felt that something was wrong.

On the other side of the hill, several scouts from our army discovered this isolated army.

"Report to the commander," the telegraph operator's voice was filled with excitement, "The Japanese 9th Regiment has been discovered. Request to encircle and annihilate it!"

【Mountain Road Ambush】

As the sun sets, a thin layer of mist fills the valley.

Lu Yang squatted in the bushes by the roadside, gently pushing aside a few leaves that blocked his view. On the mountain road, a few sparrows were pecking at grains left by the passing baggage train.

Ye Wanru leaned against a pine tree, holding Lu Yang's binoculars. Her hair was a little messy from the mountain breeze, and the strands of hair on her forehead stuck to her slightly burning cheeks.

"Here they come," she whispered, her voice quieter than a mosquito's hum. "Five large trucks, with a light vehicle in front and behind."

Lu Yang nodded and pulled out his wrinkled military uniform from his pocket. The fabric still stank of mildew, a musty smell from being in Old Huang's cellar. He shook the uniform, carefully put it on, and buttoned it up one by one.

"Help me check," he turned to Ye Wanru, "Is the collar sticking up?"

Ye Wanru put down the binoculars and came over to help him straighten his collar. Her fingers were shaking a little, and her fingertips accidentally touched Lu Yang's neck.

"Don't be nervous," Lu Yang held her hand, "just think of it as acting in a theater in Hong Kong."

Ye Wanru raised her head, her eyes glistening with tears: "But this time the audience all carried guns."

On the mountain road, the sound of the baggage train's engines grew closer. The first reconnaissance vehicle had already passed the col, its headlights casting two bright beams of light in the twilight.

"Get ready," Lu Yang checked his ID one last time. "Remember, you are my translator. You just came back from the Ninth Regiment Headquarters."

Ye Wanru took a deep breath and straightened her clothes. She was wearing an ordinary gray cheongsam that she had bought from a clothing store in the previous town.

The convoy approached, and the roar of the engines echoed in the valley. Lu Yang counted the number of cars passing by, and when the third truck passed, he stood up suddenly.

"Stop!" he shouted in Japanese, his voice so loud that it echoed in the valley.

The convoy stopped, the dust it kicked up looking particularly glaring in the setting sun. The reconnaissance vehicle at the head of the group backed up, its machine gunner warily rotating his gun.

"Who is it!" shouted the sergeant in the car.

Lu Yang strode forward, his boots crunching on the gravel. His right hand rested on his command knife, his left holding his Special High Section ID.

"Major Yamamoto, Special High Section." He spoke in a commanding tone, his eyes sweeping over the soldiers in the car.

The sergeant saw his rank and immediately jumped out of the car, standing at attention and saluting: "Report to Major!"

The baggage train captain also ran over. He was an elderly sergeant, his bald head covered in dust, and he looked a little disheveled.

"The regiment headquarters sent an order," Lu Yang pulled out a document stamped with the Special High Section seal, "to conduct a temporary inspection of supplies."

"But..." the baggage train captain wiped the sweat from his forehead, "our supply list is complete."

Lu Yang sneered: "Are you questioning the orders of the Special High Section?"

Ye Wanru stepped forward at the right moment and translated in fluent Japanese. Her voice was soft, but every word was clear.

The baggage train captain waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, please check it, Major."

[A Moment of Life and Death]

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the valley red, giving everyone's face a layer of blood.

Lu Yang paced slowly toward the first truck. His boots scraped against the gravel, making a subtle scraping sound. The wind blew the hem of his uniform, and the badge on his lapel gleamed coldly in the setting sun.

"Open the carriages," he ordered in Japanese, his eyes scanning the positions of the surrounding soldiers. "Open them all."

Ye Wanru followed him two steps away, holding a notebook in her hand. She lowered her head and scribbled casually on the notebook with a pen, but in fact she was counting each soldier's weapons.

The first truck was loaded with canned food and rice and flour. Lu Yang grabbed a can and held it up to the light to check the production date. His fingers felt cold, but his face remained dignified.

"Second car," he continued, his boots stomping the ground. "Hurry up!"

The soldiers hurriedly opened the carriage, and several boxes of bullets rolled off the carriage, hitting the ground with a dull sound.

The baggage train captain quickly ran over to pick it up: "Major, this is the ammunition that the regiment urgently needs..."

Lu Yang waved his hand and interrupted him: "Of course I know." As he said that, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

A young soldier immediately approached and tried to light him. Lu Yang turned slightly to avoid the flames. He could smell the soldier's sweat and the smell of gunpowder.

"I'll do it myself," he said, pulling a match from his pocket and striking it slowly. "You go help the captain count the ammunition."

Ye Wanru whispered numbers beside her, her pen scratching across the notebook. Her palms were sweaty, but her voice remained steady.

At this moment, a mountain breeze blew and lifted the collar of Lu Yang's military uniform. The machine gunner on the last car suddenly shouted: "Wait, his collar..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Yang had already pulled out his pistol, and a bullet accurately hit the machine gunner between the eyebrows.

"Don't move!" Ye Wanru took out her gun and pointed it at the stunned baggage train captain.

The soldiers finally reacted and reached for their guns, but Lu Yang's second shot had already fired, knocking out the rifle of the nearest soldier.

“Drop your guns!” he shouted in Japanese, his voice echoing through the valley. “Or you will all die with him!”

The baggage train captain raised his hand tremblingly: "You...you are not Major Yamamoto?"

Lu Yang bit his cigarette, a sneer on his face: "Thanks to you, I will accept these supplies."

The last rays of sunset faded from the mountaintops, and dusk began to envelop the entire valley. In the distance, a few owls' calls were heard, sounding particularly harsh in the silent air.

"Everyone get on the last car," Lu Yang pointed his gun at the soldiers, "Quick!"

Ye Wanru picked up the rifles on the ground and threw them into the first car one by one. Her movements were fast, but each one was steady.

The soldiers climbed onto the last car dejectedly, and no one dared to act rashly. They saw with their own eyes that the machine gunner didn't even have time to shout.

"Drive," Lu Yang said to Ye Wanru, "I'll cover your retreat."

Ye Wanru jumped into the driver's seat and started the engine. Her hands were still shaking.