Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

"Meeting?" Lu Yang suddenly stopped, turned around, and swept his eyes over the guard with a cold gaze. His voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable pressure, "I bring you a secret order from the division commander. It's extremely urgent! If you delay important military matters, you and your entire family will be court-martialed! Get out of the way!"

The guard, frightened by his sudden outburst of power and the fierceness in his words, shuddered, his arms frozen in mid-air. He instinctively took a half step back, his face pale. Another guard quickly stepped forward and lifted the heavy tent curtain. "Major, please!"

Lu Yang snorted coldly, straightened his collar, and strode into the tent.

The tent was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of tobacco and the distinct aroma of map paper. A large wooden table in the center was covered with military maps, densely marked with symbols and arrows in red and blue pencil. Several Japanese military staff officers were gathered around the maps, whispering something. Upon hearing the movement at the door, they all looked up in confusion.

A middle-aged man, short but broad-shouldered, wearing a neatly ironed colonel's uniform, turned around at the main seat. His hair was meticulously combed, his chin was shaved, and his eyes were sharp as a knife. It was Sato.

Sato looked at the unfamiliar Lu Yang, frowned slightly, and put down the pencil in his hand: "You are...?"

Before he could finish his question, Lu Yang had already strode to the map table, snapped to attention, raised his right hand in salute, his movements standard, and spoke in a loud but deliberately anxious voice: "Report to Colonel Sato! I am a special commissioner from the division headquarters, Major Ichiro Sasaki! I have received an urgent order from the division commander to convey the latest instructions to you!"

The doubt in Sato's eyes had not completely dissipated. He waved his hand and signaled the staff around him: "You go out first."

"Hi!" Several staff officers quickly put away the documents, saluted and filed out. Only Sato and Lu Yang were left in the tent.

Sato then fixed his gaze completely on Lu Yang's face, with a look of scrutiny: "Major Sasaki? I haven't received any notification from the division headquarters that a special envoy is coming. What is the urgent order that requires you to come in person?"

"Your Excellency, this is a matter of great importance. It involves a major change in the Chinese Army's latest deployment around the mountain city. The division commander has ordered me to report this to you in person and check the relevant drawings." Lu Yang said as he naturally approached the map table, his eyes fixed on the location of the mountain city on the map, and his finger seemed to be about to point. "The situation is extremely urgent. We have detected..."

He lowered his voice and leaned forward slightly, as if to whisper a secret to Sato.

Sato's attention was attracted by the "latest deployment around the mountain city", and he subconsciously moved closer, looking in the direction of Lu Yang's finger.

At this moment!

Lu Yang's eyes suddenly turned icy cold. He was no longer the disguised "Major Sasaki," but a hunter from hell! His left hand, which was close to Sato, shot out as fast as lightning. Instead of pointing at the map, his five fingers formed into claws and tightly covered Sato's mouth, which was about to scream!

At the same time, he pulled out the dagger that he had already held in his right hand from his waist, and the blade flashed a sharp cold light in the dim light!

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade slit Colonel Sato's throat with precision and ferocity! The action was clean and neat, without the slightest hesitation.

Sato's eyes widened in disbelief and agony. He instinctively raised his hands, trying to grasp something, but they only waved in the air a few times in vain. Blood gushed from his carotid artery like a fountain, instantly staining the front of his crisp uniform and the map on the table.

"Uh... uh..." Sato's throat rasped, his body tumbling backwards, landing heavily on a chair. He then slid to the floor, twitching a few times before falling still. Those sharp eyes were now filled with dilated pupils and frozen horror.

Lu Yang released his hand from covering his mouth, letting the warm blood stain his palm. He looked at Sato, who was already dead on the ground, indifferently and shook the blood beads off the knife.

The tent was dead silent, with only the faint sounds of soldiers training and the buzzing of the radio coming from outside.

The strong smell of blood quickly spread in the tent.

Lu Yang glanced at the map and documents on the table, and without stopping, turned and walked towards the door of the tent.

He had completed the first and most crucial step of his mission, but now he had to leave this dangerous place before the Japanese army discovered that their commander had been assassinated.

He lifted the door curtain, and his face once again regained the cold and arrogant expression of "Major Sasaki", as if he had just made a brief and important report.

The guards at the door saw him come out and still stood at attention respectfully.

"The Colonel has ordered that no one is allowed to disturb him. He is thinking about an important battle plan." Lu Yang said in an unquestionable tone, his voice as cold as the Siberian wind.

"Hi!" The guard answered loudly without any doubt.

Lu Yang didn't even glance at them, and walked straight towards where his truck was parked. His steps were still steady, but every step was on the edge of life and death.

Lu Yang walked over to the truck, opened the door, and got in. He started the engine, and the truck slowly started moving, heading out of the camp. He stared at the rearview mirror, observing the movements around the tent.

A few minutes later, the truck drove out of the Japanese camp. Lu Yang felt a little relieved, but he knew that the real danger was not over yet. He had to leave here as soon as possible and pass on the information.

Suddenly, he saw a Japanese military motorcycle in the rearview mirror, rapidly chasing him. Lu Yang's heart leaped into his throat, and he slammed the accelerator. The truck roared loudly, accelerating faster and faster.

The Japanese soldiers on the motorcycles also increased their speed, holding their guns and firing continuously at the trucks. The bullets hit the trucks' bodies, making a clanging sound and sparks flying.

Lu Yang gripped the steering wheel tightly and calmly dodged the bullets. He knew that if these Japanese soldiers caught up with him, he would be dead. He had to find a way to get rid of them.

He took a look at his surroundings and found a dense forest not far away. He suddenly decided to drive the truck into the forest and use the complex terrain of the forest to escape the pursuit.

Lu Yang swerved the steering wheel, and the truck rushed into the woods. The road in the woods was bumpy and the truck was shaking violently. Lu Yang gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to control the vehicle.

The Japanese soldiers on motorcycles also chased into the woods, but their speed slowed down significantly. The trees in the woods were dense and the roads were narrow, so their motorcycles could not take advantage of their speed.

Lu Yang seized the opportunity, constantly changed direction, and used trees to block the sight of the Japanese soldiers. He successfully left the Japanese soldiers behind.

But he knew that these Japanese soldiers would not give up and would continue to pursue him. He had to find a safe place as soon as possible to pass on the information.

Just then, he saw a village not far away. He suddenly decided to drive the truck into the village. The village had complex terrain and densely packed houses, and he could use the village's environment to avoid the Japanese pursuit.

Lu Yang drove the truck into the village. The road in the village was narrow and winding, and the truck moved slowly. He kept changing direction, weaving between houses, trying to get rid of the pursuit of the Japanese army.

The Japanese soldiers also pursued into the village, but their speed was greatly limited. The roads in the village were narrow and the houses were densely packed, making their motorcycles impossible to navigate. They had no choice but to dismount and pursue on foot.

Lu Yang took advantage of the complex terrain of the village and successfully avoided the pursuit of Japanese soldiers. He parked the truck in a remote corner and quickly left the village.

Lu Yang's truck was bumping along the dirt road. The military motorcycle in the rearview mirror had become a small black dot. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and reached for his waist with his right hand—the blood-stained dagger was still there, the scabbard sticky with Sato's blood.

"Shit, they're haunting me, aren't they?" He glimpsed a Japanese soldier on the back of his motorcycle setting up his machine gun and jerked the steering wheel. Bullets whizzed past the side of the motorcycle, sending a shower of dust clouds scattering across the dirt.

A three-way intersection appeared ahead. On the left was the asphalt road leading to the county town, and on the right was a narrow path leading into the mountains. Lu Yang sneered as the truck suddenly braked sharply, its rear end swinging in a beautiful arc. He seized the opportunity to grab the Japanese helmet on the passenger seat, buckled it onto the empty oil drum, and hastily secured it with a legging before pushing it toward the right intersection.

"Go play the empty city trick!" The oil drum rolled down the hillside, and the helmets gleamed coldly in the moonlight. The motorcycle had indeed fallen for the trick, turning and heading right, following the noise.

The truck took the opportunity to turn onto the asphalt road, but Lu Yang suddenly slammed on the brakes. Two hundred meters ahead, there was a roadblock, and seven or eight Japanese soldiers were checking passing vehicles. Worst of all, a military police officer in white sleeves was checking each driver's photo.

"Damn it..." Lu Yang felt for the Nambu pistol hidden under the seat, and the cool touch calmed him down. Suddenly, something hard hit his lower back—it was Sato's briefcase! The trophy he had just taken during the assassination.

The open leather briefcase revealed half a telegram, stamped with the red "Top Secret" seal. Lu Yang's eyes lit up, and he snatched up Sato's officer ID card, tucked it against his chest, and deliberately turned the truck's headlights to high beam and floored the accelerator.

"Stop!" The sentry at the roadblock was blinded by the bright light. The truck rushed towards them like a wild horse, frightening them so much that they all jumped to the sides. Lu Yang took the opportunity to lower the window and threw Sato's ID at the military police's face: "Baga! Emergency at the front line!" (Asshole! There's an emergency at the front line!)

The military police officer's nose was bleeding from the blow, and he was about to lose his temper when he saw the rank of colonel on his ID and froze in his tracks. Lu Yang had already smashed through the roadblock and rushed forward. His rearview mirror showed the chaotic Japanese army—some trying to help the military police, some picking up scattered documents, and even a fool holding his gun, bewildered.

After driving three kilometers, Lu Yang suddenly turned into a reed marsh. The moment the engine stalled, he slumped over the steering wheel, realizing the back of his combat uniform was soaking wet. He pulled out his pocket watch and checked: 4:20 AM, 40 minutes left until the rendezvous.

"Enough water..." He unscrewed the canteen and drank it, but it made him cough—the water was mixed with blood, splashed in when his throat was cut. Suddenly, he heard a "click" from the reeds, and Lu Yang drew his gun and loaded it like lightning.

"Comrade Lu?" A thin figure with a face covered in coal dust emerged, holding a wrench in his hand. "I'm Lao Wang! The organization has asked me to wait here for three days!"

Lu Yang didn't put down his gun: "The king of heaven and the tiger of earth."

"The pagoda suppresses the river monster!" Old Wang stamped his feet anxiously, "Follow me quickly, the Japanese motorboat is patrolling the river!"

The two men ducked deep into the reeds, their bodies buried knee-deep in the mud. Suddenly, an engine roared in the distance, and Lao Wang pushed Lu Yang into the water. A searchlight swept overhead, and a conversation in Japanese rang out from the boat's deck: "...The Colonel was killed..." (The Colonel was killed).

After the motorboat went away, Lu Yang spat out the muddy water in his mouth and asked: "Is the radio still there?"

"Here!" Old Wang pointed to a broken fishing boat on the shore. "The batteries are soaked in water and need to be aired out..." Before he could finish his words, Lu Yang suddenly covered his mouth. From the other side of the reeds came the sound of wading and the soft clang of metal colliding.

Lu Yang made a "three" sign and quietly drew his dagger. In the moonlight, the blade still stained the dark red of blood. Old Wang, trembling, reached for the grenade at his waist—a homemade bomb made from a can.

&34;Bang!&34;

Gunshots suddenly rang out, and Lu Yang felt a heat on his left shoulder. Three Japanese special forces soldiers in straw raincoats formed a triangle formation and surrounded him. The leading sergeant grinned and pulled the bolt of his rifle: "China pig, we found you..."

"Go to hell with your ancestors!" Lu Yang swung his dagger, striking the sergeant squarely in the throat. Meanwhile, Old Wang swung his arm to throw a grenade, but was himself struck in the abdomen by a bullet. In the spray of water from the explosion, the remaining two Japanese soldiers were struck by shrapnel and fell screaming into the mud.

When Lu Yang rushed over to fire a second shot, he saw one of the soldiers crawling towards the radio. He picked up a water-soaked battery and smashed it into the back of the soldier's head, leaving a dent.

"Old Wang! Hold on!" Lu Yang tore open the first aid kit, only to find that Old Wang's intestines had spilled out. The underground party member grinned: "It's worth it... My daughter... is in Yan'an..."

As the pocket watch reached 5 o'clock, the fishing boat's radio suddenly emitted an electrical hum. Bloodied, Lu Yang rushed to the transmitter, his codebook rotten to a pulp. He gritted his teeth and called out in plain language: "Woodpecker calling Taishan! Sato eliminated, but Jiang'an exposed, requesting..."

Suddenly, car lights lit up on the other side of the river, three long and two short. Lu Yang was stunned for two seconds, then burst into laughter—it was the comrades who were waiting to meet him! He carried Lao Wang's body on his back and walked towards the lights, one foot deep and one foot shallow. When the river water reached his waist, he heard dense gunfire behind him and the barking of wolfhounds.

"Looks like I have to swim..." Lu Yang stuffed the code book into Lao Wang's lapel and tied the body and himself together with his leggings. The moment he jumped into the river, a bullet grazed his ear.