Zuo Zhong had never been so embarrassed. There were traces of mud and water splashing all over his body and face. There was even a piece of grenade shrapnel stuck in his left shoulder, and the blood from the wound stained his entire sleeve red.

He stood up and fired two shots, wiped the cold sweat on his head, and shouted anxiously to his side: "Old Song, don't sleep, or I will tell your wife about Dabolang. "

Not far away, Song Minghao was leaning on the embankment with a pale face, his hands tightly covering the wound on his thigh, but the bright red blood was still bubbling and flowing freely on the ground.

Hearing Zuo Zhong's words, he said weakly: "It's okay, it's probably not an artery. Section Chief, is Lao Wu okay? If you hadn't pushed us, Lao Wu and I would have had to confess here."

"It's okay. He was just knocked unconscious by the grenade. The brothers who stayed on the other side have already gone to call for support. Lao Gu and the others will arrive soon. You must hold on and think more about your wife and children at home."

Zuo Zhong gasped and replied, looking back at Wu Jingzhong, who was lying in the mud not knowing whether he was alive or dead, with a wry smile on his face. He knew that professional soldiers were not easy, but he did not expect to be so difficult to deal with.

As soon as the small bridge was blown up, the Chinese detachment on the north side of the road immediately discovered the ambush. At the same time, before the intelligence department could react, they used the bunker to quickly get close to the road and hide in the blind spot.

This is a very smart choice. Once you are blocked in the wilderness, even if you have a bunker, you will still face shooting from all directions. The only way is to use the road to organize defenses and block the enemy.

Because no one would launch an attack on the opposite side through an unobstructed road. This is asking for death. No commander would do this unless he didn't care about casualties.

As long as a confrontation situation can be formed, the Chinese detachment will have a chance to escape. Whether it is swimming across the Huimin River or retreating from the riverside to Xiaguan Pier, it is a good way.

The fact is as they thought, Zuo Zhong is not a person who makes fun of the lives of his subordinates. Of course, he chooses not to move and act on his own territory. The longer it takes, the better it is for the Intelligence Division.

After all, Wu Chunyang is right behind these people, so the chance of winning from a front-to-back attack will be greater when the time comes, and Gu Qi will bring people to support them after receiving the news, so it will only waste a little time.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with this choice. The worst case scenario was that the action failed and the other party ran away. However, I never expected that Wang Ba Dan from the secret service headquarters appeared out of nowhere and broke the balance between the two parties.

When these idiots arrived and saw the intelligence officers lying there motionless and not firing, they thought the underground party was suppressed on the other side, so they jumped onto the road in a hurry and tried to rush over to intercept Hu.

Then, tragedy happened.

The Chinese detachment were professionals who made a living by fighting. What would they do when they saw a group of people standing on a bare road as targets? Without any hesitation, they immediately opened fire.

Thomson's unique typewriter gunfire suddenly rang in the ears of Zuo Zhong and his men. He could hear the sound of the opponent's copper bullet casings falling to the ground, and the tinkling sound was very clear.

On a real battlefield, people will not be able to jump around after being shot like in movies and TV shows. When a powerful pistol bullet hits a person, it will instantly make the person incapacitated or even die.

In the eyes of everyone in the Intelligence Section, these twenty-odd daredevils from the Secret Service Headquarters fell down like wooden piles with the sound of gunshots, and died without firing a single shot. They lived up to the old saying that they died in a miserable state.

There is no one to blame for this. They didn't even ask and just went ahead. This was not seeking death, it was suicide. Zuo Zhong couldn't stop him even if he wanted to, so it could be considered an early death and early reincarnation.

Then the Chinese detachment, perhaps thinking that the opponent on the other side was nothing more than that, actually launched an attack. They threw smoke bombs every few dozen meters, and the smoke quickly covered the road.

As expected of a team with actual combat experience, the throwing of these smoke bombs is very particular. A single cloud of smoke has no effect. It is easy to be targeted, so be prepared in advance.

But when there is too much smoke, there is no way to determine where the opponent will emerge from. If you want to block all attack channels, you have to disperse your troops to be on guard. In this way, your strength will be shared and diluted.

Moreover, the opponent's calculations were very loud. Winter in Jinling is dominated by northerly winds, and today is no exception. The smoke will drift southward under the influence of strong winds, blocking the observation line of sight of the intelligence department agents.

As a result, the situation between the two parties changed and began to become beneficial to this group of Chinese British troops. They could advance wherever they wanted and open a gap wherever they wanted.

Zuo Zhong would definitely not sit still and wait for death. He immediately ordered his men to disperse. After hearing a gunshot somewhere, he would shoot without seeing the surrounding smoke. This was not a game. To kill someone, just one bullet would be enough.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, one of the agents heard the sound of footsteps. He didn't have time to ask for instructions and directly used the Czech style to aim at the smoke and start shooting. The next second, a scream sounded, and then there was no movement.

Next, the Chinese detachment did not do such stupid things that only increased casualties. Both sides fired politely at each other to show respect. It sounded lively from a distance, but not even a hair was hit.

The intelligence section agent was very excited when he saw that the enemy was scared. However, when the smoke cleared, there was only a pool of blood on the road. It seemed that the injured had been rescued by the enemy, and the outcome was still undecided.

What makes people even more helpless is that there is a rifle on the other side of the road that keeps wandering around. Every time a shot is fired, one person will inevitably fall down on the left side. They are all shot in the chest. This is a professional sniper.

Moreover, this person not only shot at the south side of the highway, but also shot behind him from time to time. Wu Chunyang might not be able to launch an attack from behind. He suppressed both sides with just one gun. The opponent was very powerful.

At that time, Zuo Zhong felt that the situation was not good, and ordered the Japanese who fired the shooting agent to leave the previous location on Wutong Street. The Japanese had launched a grenade attack on the machine gun on the roof.

The British did not have grenade launchers, but at such a close distance even if they spit on both sides' heads, there was no need for a grenade launcher. A grenade would do, but it was still too late to remind them.

When the intelligence section personnel were being transferred, the machine gunner took a few steps late to organize his machine gun. Several grenades passed through the sky and landed nearby with great accuracy. After the violent explosion, the machine gunner was seriously injured on the spot.

If most of the people had not left, the casualties would have been even more severe. Then before Zuo Zhong could recover, another round of grenades came from the opposite side, one of which flew straight towards Song Minghao and Wu Jingzhong.

Before he could say anything, he rushed over and kicked the Golden Sentence King away, pulling Song Minghao to the ground. With a loud noise, the three of them became what they are now.

The Intelligence Section suffered such a big loss despite being so fully prepared. It can only be said that the Chinese detachment did have a few tricks up their sleeves. There must be a reason why these traitors are so valued by the British.

There is a measure of progress and retreat.

Very good at seizing the opportunity.

The division of labor is clear.

Good at using intelligence and terrain.

This is a special force in its primary stage. It cannot be dealt with by agents who have only received ordinary training. It is a pity that Gui Youguang's action team is not here, otherwise it would be much simpler.

But far away water cannot quench near thirst.

Zuo Zhong hesitated again and again, feeling that he could no longer be passively beaten and must carry out fire suppression. They brought a lot of ammunition for this operation and there were more people than the opponent. They directly used bullets to kill the opponent.

There is also good news. The second batch of support personnel from the Secret Service Headquarters has arrived. The number is as high as eighty or ninety. I don’t know what Xu Enzeng thinks. Doesn’t the execution ground need to be guarded?

He only found out after asking the team leader that there were only 40 people in the second group. They were afraid that they would not be safe, so they called all the agents from the ambush point. As for how they were called, they were just using merit as bait.

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Xu Enzeng is really unlucky for eight lifetimes. With such a group of lively subordinates, this kind of thing can happen at the secret service headquarters. In any intelligence agency, leaving one's post without permission is a crime of beheading.

After Zuo Zhong was speechless, he arranged these wastes on the front line, and the personnel of the intelligence department rested. No matter how many people Xu Enzeng died, it didn't matter to him. If one of the elites of the intelligence department died, it would be a huge loss.

With the addition of fresh troops and the continuous suppressive firepower of light machine guns, the Chinese detachment finally became less arrogant. In the end, the two sides just started fighting with one shot.

But while they were fighting, the people from the secret service headquarters discovered that Meng Ting was on the opposite side, which caused a certain amount of confusion. Fortunately, they were not stupid and guessed that the intelligence section chief might be someone from a certain force.

This is not the first time this has happened. It has become a traditional program here. Some bastards started betting before Meng Ting arrived, betting that the person named Meng was an underground party member or a Japanese spy.

In order to stabilize the morale of the army, Zuo Zhong found Meng Ting and started shooting at each other. Both of them had good marksmanship, but in this battle, which was like whack-a-mole, it was actually very difficult to hit the opponent.

As time passed, people on both sides of the highway heard fierce gunfire coming from Jiujiawu. This made both parties panic, wondering what happened in the execution ground.

The members of the Guo Party were afraid that the underground party would move away from the mountain to snatch people, and the Chinese detachment was afraid that the target would be killed and lose the opportunity to attack the secret service headquarters. The north and south sides of the highway stopped in unison.

"Bang."

At this time, Meng Ting ignored him and fired another shot with red eyes. What should he do? Let's continue shooting. After all, everyone didn't buy the bullets with their own money. It would be troublesome to carry them back without finishing the shooting.

Zuo Zhong knelt down and changed the magazine, his eyes full of surprise. He had thought about a question a few days ago, and that was why and how the underground party or the British controlled this drama.

He didn't think it through at that time, but he seemed to have figured it out just now. So that's it. He really didn't expect that the other party was such a person. Once this matter came out, Jinling City should be lively for a while.

Suddenly, Zuo Zhong saw a gray thing out of the corner of his eye. It flew away from him and ran over. When he turned back, the thing was already standing in the middle of the road, arms akimbo, looking at him.

"Zuo Zhong! How dare you collude with underground party members to kidnap prisoners? Let me tell you, let alone Dai Chunfeng, not even the Chairman will protect you anymore. He will immediately put down his weapons and surrender."

Xu Enzeng turned his back to the Chinese task force, stretched out his right hand and gestured, and vigorously accused Zuo Zhong of his crimes. God had eyes and allowed him to catch the little Wang Ba Dan named Zuo.

When he saw Zuo Zhong attacking Meng Ting before, his legs couldn't help but tremble, not because of fear, but because of excitement. It had become a joke that there were so many thieves in one place. This time it was finally the Secret Service's turn.

People are in high spirits during happy events. Lao Xu felt the clouds rising under his feet and ran dizzy to the middle of the battlefield in order to expose Zuo Zhong in public and expose this huge conspiracy to the world.
Chapter completed!