The mask was shot off, my husband, you are the king of spy wars

Of course Lin Xia couldn't say that...and finally chose to remain silent.

Han Congxue's face flushed with anger and he returned to his room alone, slamming the door.

But not long after, Han Congxue sat on the bed and began to reflect on why she was... jealous of him?

Only then did Lin Xia realize, "Sister Qiao...you are really something!"

After dinner, Lin Xia went back to her side and lay alone, but she only sat there for a while, lit a few cigarettes, then put on a mask, changed her clothes, and left the house.

Go straight to the Secret Service!

Lin Xia always had a premonition that this bastard Jiang Yuan was going to do something bad!

If this traitor were to crack any advanced intelligence, it would be a devastating blow to Binjiang's red forces.

I just hope this premonition is unnecessary.

Under the cover of night, Lin Xia flipped over and jumped on the beams, then slid down the wall and finally arrived at the archive room on the second floor of the Secret Service Bureau.

The archive room on the second floor of the Secret Service Bureau is where all archival materials, including collected secret reports on enemy situations, are kept.

If nothing unexpected happens, Jiang Yuan should have cracked the telegram here.

The light was still on in the archive room. Lin Xia touched the teacup on the table and found it was still warm.

In other words, Jiang Yuan had just left.

At first glance, the telegram was still on the table, and another piece of paper contained the process of Jiang Yuan deciphering the telegram.

The telegraph code of Binjiang City comes from a red book called "Binjiang's Red River", which corresponds to the page number characters in the book.

Lin Xia had already memorized this book by heart, and then she picked up the telegram on the table.

Pick up the telegram and match it with the book...

Only three to five seconds had passed when Lin Xia felt as if struck by lightning!

The general content of the telegram was: At four o'clock this morning, the Eighth Route Army in the suburbs of Binjiang will launch a surprise attack on the Japanese stronghold in Xiaoma Village!

Lin Xia broke out in a sweat in an instant. Since Jiang Yuan was taken away, it meant that the conspiracy had been cracked.

Now that we have cracked the system, the Japanese will definitely find a way to deal with it as soon as possible.

How to deal with it? Of course, an ambush!

Lin Xia spread the telegram flat on the table, left the room quietly, and headed straight out of the city.

After checking, I found that the bullets in the storage space should be enough for this use.

Wearing a ghost shadow mask and a night-walking robe.

This time, Lin Xia felt a little helpless, but also a little excited.

The helpless thing is that it is already one o'clock in the morning and he has no time to report to his superiors.

The exciting thing is... I can kill people again!

With two guns in hand, you can save the Great Xia from collapse!

"Since no one helps me, I will kill until there is no one left!"

......

Inside the Secret Service Bureau, Jiang Yuan was taken to a room alone and changed into new, gorgeous clothes.

After washing up, I finally looked like a normal person and went to the office on the top floor.

Chen Feng and Hamu sat on chairs sipping tea, while Jiang Yuan was serving them below, acting like a dog.

"吆西."

"Jiang Sang, the information you translated is very useful."

"If it's as you say, we'll succeed in setting up an ambush."

"Then we'll wipe out this Eighth Route Army unit in one fell swoop! You'll be a great hero!"

Jiang Yuan served water and tea like a dog, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Colonel."

"The telegrams I translate are never wrong."

"I guarantee this with my life."

Hamu patted Jiang Yuan's shoulder and said, "Yoshi."

"There's an old saying in China: He who knows the times is a hero."

"You, Junjie!"

Jiang Yuan nodded and bowed.

"Comrades, I'm sorry... Colonel Hamu is right. He who knows the times is a hero!"

"If you don't do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth!"

.....

An hour ago, Colonel Hamu contacted the local Xiaoma Village stronghold and set up a huge ambush there.

Whenever the Eighth Route Army entered the village, they would be made into dumplings!

...

Around three o'clock in the morning, a battalion-sized force of 300 Eighth Route Army soldiers was operating near Xiaoma Village...

The Third Battalion of the Second Regiment of the Binjiang Eighth Route Army, led by Battalion Commander Ye Qing, attacked the Japanese stronghold!

However, they did not know that everything they did here had already been seen clearly by the Japanese commander in the artillery tower at the entrance of the village.

Inside the artillery tower, a Japanese commander was watching all this with a telescope.

Gucun is a sophomore, 38 years old this year. He is thin and short with a head full of white hair.

Just two hours ago, he received a telegram from Binjiang City...

"吆西."

"The Colonel never lied to me."

On the side, the Japanese staff officer said: "Major, if we don't just wipe out these Eighth Route Army soldiers!"

Gucun shook his head and said, "No rush."

"I've already cast the hook, and I'm just waiting for the fish to bite!"

"We've set up an ambush of explosives in the village, just waiting for the Eighth Route Army to enter!"

"When the time comes...BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!"

As he spoke of Gucun, he made an explosion gesture! His face was full of arrogance!

The bait that Gucun mentioned was a small unit of puppet troops...

At the entrance of Xiaoma Village, weeds grew everywhere, and a dilapidated brick wall became a hiding place for Ye Qing and his group. About fifty meters into the village entrance, they could see the Japanese artillery tower.

"Someone is coming, hide!" Ye Qing shouted, and hundreds of people lay on the ground.

There were about thirty puppet soldiers who came. They were led by a traitor named Huang Tianci, who was patrolling in a swaggering manner while dressed in Japanese uniforms.

He was shivering in the cold wind with a cigarette in his mouth, and about thirty people were following behind him.

"Damn it! These little devils are such a piece of shit. They never do anything good. Whenever they get shot, they think of us."

“Hiss…I’m freezing to death!”

"Yes, Captain, these little devils are really not human!"

...

Huang Tianci sighed helplessly. When he was young, a fortune teller once told him that he would be crowned emperor before he turned twenty.

Who would have thought that they would become puppet soldiers...

Ye Qing and others also saw the patrol of the puppet army.

In a hidden corner, a team member said, "Captain! Let's do it!"

"Let's kill these damn traitors and charge straight into the village!"

"Yes, Captain, we can't delay any longer!"

"Kill these traitors! Charge in, attack the stronghold and blow up the artillery tower!"

"Let's do it, Captain!"

...

Ye Qing gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "Damn it!"

"Dry!"

Just when he was about to rush out, a figure suddenly rushed over!

"Wait, there's someone there!"

A black shadow, as fast as lightning, suddenly rushed towards the puppet army!

"who!"

"who!"

Several puppet soldiers discovered it first, but in the blink of an eye, the shadowy figure suddenly drew his gun!

Boom!

dead!

"Your grandpa!"

"A bunch of traitorous dogs, die!"

Almost one-third of the more than thirty puppet soldiers fell down when they drew their guns.

The shadowy figure was none other than Lin Xia!

Lin Xia used a few stones to move back and forth, and every shot hit the target. Every time he showed his head, several puppet soldiers fell down.

This scene also deeply shocked Ye Qing and his group who were about to take action not far away...

Gu...

"battalion commander."

"Who the hell is that guy? Did you see his shooting skills?"

"From the beginning till now, a total of eighteen shots have been fired, and eighteen puppet soldiers have fallen!" said a young soldier excitedly.

Ye Qing naturally saw it clearly...

"Look, that person seems to be wearing a mask. He shouldn't be from our Eighth Route Army..."