After the brief ambush, there seemed to be no major changes except for the addition of ten corpses in the snow. These ten Japanese corpses were lying there in a mess, some wearing Qing soldier uniforms, as if they had been there before.
Xu Xiangde stood next to the corpse, lowering his head and thinking. Wu Yanbin also came down the hillside with a rifle and came over to check in shock. Although this battle was small, it was also his first battle.
"We can't stay here for long," Xu Xiangde suddenly said, "We don't know if these ten people are here to kill us, or if there are more behind us. We have to wipe our butts off quickly and leave."
"Brother Xu is talking about..." Wu Yanbin gasped, his chest beating wildly, looking towards the south road, and said nervously, "Brother Xu... you said that just the two of us, the Japanese will not send a large group of troops to chase us.
Kill..."
Xu Xiangde nodded and said:
"That's right. According to common sense, ten people are enough to deal with two people. And the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better. The Japanese army probably won't send many people... However, we must not take this lightly. We must leave as soon as possible.
.Before leaving, you have to take care of the scene. Come on, help me."
As he said that, Xu Xiangde and Wu Yanbin carried the ten Japanese corpses and threw them into the pile of burnt corpses. Then they searched for all their weapons, and then collected their skis and ski poles.
Get up and throw the weapon into the back of the truck.
After Wu Yanbin shot and killed people with his own hands, he felt much better when he moved the corpses again, and his stomach no longer had the same constant churning feeling before.
"Brother Wu, I'll take care of the bodies. You go and clean up the battle scene. Gather the pine branches blown up by the grenade and throw them into the bonfire. Don't let anyone tell that it was bombed."
Wu Yanbin went to do what he was told. While he was collecting pine branches, he was thinking about what kind of "disposal" Xu Xiangde said of "disposal of the corpse". How can this be "disposed of"?
He looked back and found Xu Xiangde squatting next to the corpses, tinkering with something. He wiped his eyes and was shocked to see that Xu Xiangde was using a bayonet to cut off the heads of ten Japanese soldiers one by one.
Wu Yanbin's stomach suddenly started churning again, and he almost vomited again. However, he also immediately understood Xu Xiangde's intention.
After Xu Xiangde cut off the heads, he scattered the heads and corpses together with the burned corpses, then returned to the car and brought out a tin bucket of gasoline.
He poured gasoline on the pile of corpses and poured it all over. Then he returned the gasoline barrel to the car, took out a burning pine branch from the bonfire, and threw it on the pile of corpses.
With a "boom", the flames shot up more than one meter high, and black smoke enveloped the fireball and rushed into the air. The whole place was filled with a strong smell of gasoline. The pile of corpses that had been burned by the Japanese army started burning again.
The snow that had been covered quickly vaporized in the flames, roaring, and turned into fierce blue-yellow flames.
Soon, an even more unpleasant burnt smell appeared in the gasoline smell. The stench was extremely nauseating.
With a "wow" sound, Wu Yanbin finally started to vomit while holding on to the pine tree again.
Xu Xiangde took a few steps back and looked at the corpses that were deformed in the fire, breathing flames and sizzling, and he covered his mouth and nose and said:
"Okay, these Japanese soldiers are now the same as these Qing soldiers. They have become one and can no longer be distinguished...these ten pursuers have disappeared from the world."
Wu Yanbin burned pine branches while vomiting, and now he had finished handling the explosion scene. He sat down next to the truck, leaning on the wheel, and said weakly:
"Brother Xu... how about we can go..."
"Walk!"
The two called the wolfdog into the car, climbed into the cab, closed the door, and started the car.
…
Xu Xiangde was driving, and Wu Yanbin next to him was holding a map and concentrating on finding the way. The light machine gun that had been captured by the Japanese was now leaning on the middle seat, squeezed together with the big wolf dog. The big wolf dog was very uncomfortable, but it was also
They had no choice but to aggrieve it. Since this incident, both of them understood that their journey in Fengtian
It will be extremely dangerous. Although the squad of Japanese soldiers have been dealt with without leaving a trace, their delay in returning to fight will definitely arouse the alert of the Japanese army. In that case, your truck will become a prey in the forest and snowy fields. The machine gun will still be there.
It is more appropriate to keep it at hand, in case you have to rush through the level, this can be a big killer.
This map was drawn by the Japanese, and is much more accurate and detailed than the Fengtian maps in the hands of the Northern Qing and Southern Ming Dynasties. Even the location of a well is clearly marked on it. And fortunately, although this kind of map is useful, it is not too much.
High-level secrets. Nanming spies in North Korea had already taken photos, and then Nanjing re-enlarged and drawn them based on these photos.
Now, these accurate maps of Fengtian in their hands have become life-saving treasures.
Xu Xiangde said while driving:
"We have to change our original plan. We can no longer head all the way to the hinterland of Manchuria. The north is all occupied by the Japanese...and the east as well. We have to go southwest quickly and slip into the Liaodong Peninsula. The southern half of the Liaodong Peninsula
, it has not yet been occupied by the Japanese army, and the Japanese army is still there, concentrating its forces.
We will attack the hinterland of Manchuria first. Because Fengtian promised to give us the Ming Dynasty as agreed, the Japanese army is not interested in spending more money here. They just use it as a springboard to focus on attacking Jilin, Heilongjiang, and Mongolia... Therefore, we must strive to go south to the Liaodong Peninsula.
, enter southern Liaoning and obtain support from the Dongjiang Fleet nearby..."
Wu Yanbin was looking for a road as he said. He found it soon. About 30 kilometers ahead, in the south of Fengcheng County, there was a small road leading to the southwest, until Zhuanghe County, which was about 100 kilometers away.
Zhuanghe County is in the middle of the Liaodong Peninsula, adjacent to the Yellow Sea and the Li Changshan Islands. I wonder if I can get maritime support from the Dongjiang Fleet there.
"Have a look," Xu Xiangde said, "You can't go back to Dadonggou anyway. Keep your eyes open and pay attention to the path on the left, don't miss it."
Wu Yanbin was quite worried and said:
"Brother Xu, southern Liaoning is still an area controlled by the Qing army. Do we think we have just emerged from the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den?"
Xu Xiangde said:
"A wolf's den is a wolf's den. After all, a wolf's den is safer than a tiger's den. If we fall into the hands of the Qing army, the Qing army may not kill us. If we fall into the hands of the Japanese army, the Japanese army will definitely kill us."
With that said, he stopped the car without turning off the engine and said:
"Xiao Wu, go to the trunk now, throw away the eight rifles and ten pairs of ski gear in the car, and then use the radio to call the Dongjiang Fleet and ask them to meet us off the coast of Zhuanghe County."
Wu Yanbin jumped out of the car as he was told, and when he got to the carriage, he unloaded the eight rifles and ten pairs of ski equipment and threw them far to the side of the road. There was no need to bury them, the dense heavy snow would soon bury them without a trace.
The traces were more natural than those buried artificially. Then, he got into the trunk again, pulled up the canvas cover, and shouted:
"Let's drive!"
The truck started moving again. Wu Yanbin sat on the large oil drum, shaking in the bumps, opened the radio backpack, pulled out the antenna, turned on the power, tuned to the agreed frequency, then put on headphones and held the microphone and said:
"The rabbit calls the buffalo, the rabbit calls the buffalo... the rabbit calls the buffalo, the rabbit calls the buffalo..."
After only calling twice, a hissing sound came from the earphones:
The numbers they used to communicate were not word-for-word passwords, that is to say, each four-digit number did not represent a Chinese character. Rather, it was a pre-agreed number code, and each four-digit number represented a fixed meaning.
It represents a preset situation. This kind of digital code is not like a password. No matter how advanced the password is, there are certain rules. It is always possible to find the rules and decipher them. But there is no rule at all for this kind of code. Even if you can decipher it,
Probably none.
Moreover, in today's war-torn Manchuria, battlefields of all sizes are everywhere. Qing army units are scattered everywhere, and they are all in panic contact and mobilization. All kinds of clear and coded calls are all over the sky, and the Japanese intelligence agencies can hardly monitor them.
Come on, I won't pay much attention to this little coded conversation.
Just now, Wu Yanbin had used this code word to report the situation they encountered to the Dongjiang Fleet, and requested the Dongjiang Fleet to respond along the coast of Zhuanghe County.
Now, they discovered the massacre scene, the number of corpses, and were hunted down by a Japanese squad, ambushed and annihilated them all. The Dongjiang Fleet already knows this series of circumstances. The "9436" Dongjiang Fleet just replied means "
"Contact me later". "0367" means "half an hour". Together they mean "contact me again in half an hour."
After a while, it will be encrypted and transmitted back to Nanjing through a more powerful radio station. Within half an hour, the results of the Nanjing deliberations will be transmitted to them.
Wu Yanbin turned off the power and just watched the radio, shaking with the bumps in the dark trunk, waiting for time to pass.
Finally, half an hour was up. He turned on the radio again and called again.
Within half an hour, Xiang Xiaoqiang and Xiong Dingming of the Nanjing Headquarters quickly discussed the decision and sent the decision to the Dongjiang Fleet - approving Xu Xiangde and Wu Yanbin's plan and ordering the Dongjiang Fleet to send destroyers to wait outside Zhuanghe.
At two o'clock in the night, a small boat was sent ashore to respond, using a flashlight as a signal.
After getting the accurate information, Wu Yanbin let out a long breath, turned off the radio, took off his headphones, and put away the antenna. Then, he knocked hard on the steel frame on the roof of the car twice. After a while, the truck slowly stopped. Wu Yanbin jumped out.
He climbed into the rear compartment and climbed into the cab.
The truck continued to move.
…
The snow kept falling, and the snow on the road became thicker and thicker. The car drove very slowly. It took nearly an hour to drive the thirty kilometers. However, there was an advantage to the heavy snow. They almost drove with their front feet.
After that, the ruts on the rear feet were almost covered by the heavy snow. It can be called "no trace of heavy snow". Now, as long as they turn to a certain branch road, even if there are pursuers behind, it will be difficult to find them. And this kind of
Weather, it is impossible to search by plane.
If it were a sunny day, you would be able to see Fengcheng County in front of you when you drive on this small road. But now that the sky is covered with heavy snow, Xu Xiangde did not see Fengcheng County. Instead, he first heard Wu Yanbin’s shout next to him and then discovered this.
A small road.
However, there were two Japanese military police standing at the intersection. They were wearing coats and carrying rifles with bayonets. They stood stamping their feet and looked at the approaching large truck. Behind them was a simple wooden road sign, which was obviously
It was just made not long ago. An arrow was drawn on it with a few Chinese characters written on it: Xiuyan County - 75 kilometers.
As the truck drove closer and closer, the two Japanese military police became more and more suspicious and alert, staring at this unfamiliar model of military truck and the two small yellow flags in front of the truck. The small flags were covered with ice and snow.
I can't see clearly, but it's definitely not the red and white Japanese flag.
The two Japanese military policemen raised their rifles and were extremely alert.
In the car, Wu Yanbin was extremely nervous. Xu Xiangde turned the steering wheel and said in a deep voice:
"Hold the machine gun in your arms and get ready. Take out the pass."
Wu Yanbin nervously held the light machine gun, and then took out a document issued by the Japanese Military Police Corps of the Manchuria Expeditionary Force. The Military Police Corps promised that this document would allow them to move freely within the Japanese-controlled areas without obstruction.
Xu Xiangde stopped the car and rolled down the glass.
A Japanese soldier was watching on the roadside with a gun, and another military policeman came forward and asked a Japanese question in the cab.
Xu Xiangde didn't speak, just handed the document out.
The Japanese military policeman took the document, flipped it through a few times, and then showed it to his companion. Both of them looked at it with suspicious expressions on their faces.
Then, a Japanese military policeman said something, walked to the roadside, pulled out a field telephone from somewhere, and started to shake the handle.
Without saying a word, Xu Xiangde swung his right arm out of the car window. There were two crisp "dang-dang" sounds, and the two Japanese military policemen fell to the ground almost at the same time.
Xu Xiangde grabbed the still smoking pistol, opened the door and jumped out of the car, shouting:
"Quick, come down and help me carry the body! Leave immediately after carrying it!"
Then, he raised his arm again, "dang-dang" twice more, and shot each of the two Japanese soldiers.
Wu Yanbin's chest was beating wildly, and he muttered silently, "This time I followed a murderer on an errand." He jumped out of the car and helped him carry the body without saying a word.
The two men quickly carried the body of the Japanese military policeman into the woods and dumped it, pushed the snow and grass over it, and quickly returned to the car. Xu Xiangde turned the steering wheel, turned the truck to the left, and slowly drove onto the small road.
"Xiao Wu," he asked, staring at the narrower road ahead, "that road sign says how many kilometers from here to Xiuyan County?"
Wu Yanbin stretched out his head to take a look and said:
“75 kilometers!”
"Okay," Xu Xiangde said, "It's two o'clock in the afternoon. Let's count it as two hours for 75 kilometers. From Xiuyan to Zhuanghe, even if it's another 75 kilometers, let's count it as two hours... It's exactly six o'clock in the evening.
It's dark, let's drive to Zhuanghe County...it's going to be great."