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

Bai Yujing was stunned when the signal gun slowly rose into the sky, and the Kuomintang soldiers beside him pointed at the air.

"General, look, what is that?"

"That looks like... a flare?" a regiment commander nearby shouted in surprise.

Bai Yujing frowned and looked at the red flare, still looking confused.

For a moment he didn't care and just snorted coldly.

"who cares."

"It's probably just one of those little tricks of the Eighth Route Army that is not even worthy of being shown on the stage."

"Let's continue our discussion."

...

But at this moment, the Kuomintang soldiers suddenly heard bursts of footsteps.

A soldier from the reconnaissance team suddenly ran over in a hurry, sweating profusely.

"General!"

"General, something bad has happened, General! Something has happened!"

"There's a large number of soldiers and horses over there, suddenly rushing out from the dense forest!"

Bai Yujing was stunned and grabbed his collar!

"What did you say!"

"How many people! How many people are there? Tell me quickly! Tell me quickly!"

The scout was shaken and felt dizzy. He stammered, "Reply... General."

"According to preliminary estimates, there must be at least 20,000 people."

As soon as the words fell, all the officers were shocked and looked at each other with wide eyes.

"what!"

"This...how is this possible!?"

"How could they possibly have 20,000 people!"

"Counting the current 10,000 people, there should be 30,000 people! This..."

At this moment, many soldiers have begun to lose heart. Previously, they still had the strength to fight against ten thousand people with only five thousand, but now they are completely hopeless!

Then, the sound of footsteps came closer and closer.

In less than a minute, Bai Yujing could see large numbers of soldiers rushing towards him from both sides, just as the scout had said.

There are actually tens of thousands of soldiers and horses!

Thirty thousand troops!

Thirty thousand troops!

"Come on!"

"rush!"

Outside the city, the roars and sounds of charging of the Eighth Route Army soldiers were everywhere, the sound was deafening!

Like the thunder of war drums!

Due to the huge disparity in troop strength, the 5,000 soldiers of the National Army were quickly dispersed by the troops led by Zhang Dabiao.

Zhang Dabiao was worthy of the title of infantry god of war. He rushed to the front with a machine gun and his eyes were red.

Although he was full of momentum, he didn't actually fire a single shot. This momentum alone was enough to overwhelm the opponent.

"do not move!"

"do not move!"

"Don't even move!"

"Surrender your weapons and we will not kill you. Just hold your head and squat on the ground!"

...

Lin Xia led 30,000 people to surround the enemy. At this moment, they no longer had any intention of objecting and all put their guns under their feet.

Bai Yujing cried bitterly, he naturally knew that the situation was hopeless.

"General! Surrender!"

"We...can't beat them!"

"We are all part of the anti-Japanese resistance team. They won't make things difficult for us."

"Yes, General, surrender."

...

Several battalion commanders and regiment commanders beside him were all trying to persuade him, but how could Bai Yujing not know?

How could he not know that there was no turning back?

With a click, Bai Yujing's pistol fell to the ground.

Just then, Lin Xia led the soldiers and rushed forward.

Lin Xia rode a tall horse and came to Bai Yujing, looking superior.

Even if Lin Xia was wearing a mask, how could Bai Yujing not know that it was Lin Xia? At this moment, he didn't even dare to look up at Lin Xia.

"I... I lost..." Bai Yujing's lips trembled slightly, and he spoke in a trance, and finally fell to his knees with a thud.

He originally thought that personally leading 5,000 troops to Songcheng would let Lin Xia know what real power was, and would make him understand how serious the consequences would be if he had offended their Bai family.

But now he realized that Lin Xia was the person he could not afford to offend.

Thirty thousand soldiers and horses, these are thirty thousand soldiers and horses!

If the 30,000-strong army were placed in the ranks of the National Army, he could probably be promoted to the rank of general.

Moreover, when he looked at the Eighth Route Army soldiers in front of him, they did not look like any ragtag army, nor did they look like the local thugs he had in mind.

Looking at the brand new uniforms and new equipment of these Eighth Route Army soldiers, it is clear that this is a very regular army!

Lin Xia looked down at him with cold eyes and said lightly: "Bai Yujing."

"The army before you is called the Black Cloud Army."

"If we want to destroy you, why would we need thirty thousand? Three thousand will suffice."

"I just want you to know that what you think of as power is worthless in my eyes! Do you understand?"

When Bai Yujing heard the three words "Black Cloud Army", he was shocked, and the Kuomintang army commanders behind him were also horrified!

"Black Cloud Army!"

"It's the Black Cloud Army guarding Shanhaiguan!"

"Lin... Commander Lin Zhonglin, who are you?"

Lin Xia: "My sworn brother."