Vol 2 Chapter 29: Huaijiang Team

Being pointed at by so many guns, no matter how strong the skill is, it is no use. At this time, Yu Hanchao is the most annoyed. He thought he would be able to show off his skills, but he did not expect to become a prisoner when he landed. It is better to stay in the original time and move bricks.
Under the muzzle of the black hole, they slowly put down their weapons, taking off their equipment while thinking about how to escape. The People’s Liberation Army in the 1960s and 1970s were very backward equipped, no different from those of World War II, with an armed belt tied around their waists. Kind of backpacks, water bottles, pistol holsters, binoculars, and ammunition bags are hung on the body one by one.
The staff in the prop center of the crossing station are very responsible. The equipment prepared for them are all products from the 1960s. The old goods dumped from the military warehouse are used after washing and ironing. There is no flaw at all, but too Being perfect is a flaw, and there is no place to be reasonable when someone sees through it.
Liu Yan looked directly at his words and opinions and distinguished the important figures in the guerrillas. He planned to look at the opportunity, take the hostages, and escape from birth. The captain was too far away from him. I am afraid that he would have to take a few shots if he didn't pounce. It was so important. Suddenly a tall man came into his sight. The brim of this guy was pressed very low, but his brown hair was still exposed on the temples. Look at his strong forearms with his sleeves rolled up, and his yellow hair is strong. It is clearly not Asian. People, then there are only two possibilities. Either the surrendered Soviet army or the adviser sent by the Americans. In short, they are both relatively important roles.
　　 The deep eyes under the brim of the hat were looking over, facing Liu Yanzhi's eyes, those eyes were slightly narrowed, and he said: "Keep people under the knife." Very authentic Mandarin, without a trace of dialect accent.
　　 "Old Lin, don't you still raise them if you don't kill them?" The beard was angrily, "Our rations are not generous."
The person called Lao Lin walked over and lifted the Liberation Hat slightly to reveal his true face. It turned out that he was really a white man, and he was a typical Anglo-Saxon race, not a Slavic race. He stared at Liu Yan. Yes, I went to the party’s patriotism again and asked him: "Who are you guys, don’t lie to me with the inferior lie of the 258th regiment. You obviously came down from Cuiwei Mountain. Then there is only one possibility, that is to take the Soviet Union. People came by helicopter."
　　 Before the party’s patriotism could answer, Lao Lin gave an order:
Take them back for interrogation. I suspect that they are not ordinary puppet troops, but senior agents trained by the KGB.

The captain was a middle-aged man in his forties. He nodded in agreement. The team members took five prisoners blindfolded, tied their hands behind them, and escorted them to the car. This guerrilla unit is a semi-motorized unit. There are Beijing Jeep and the captured Soviet Gas Jeep, as well as Yangtze River 750 sidecar motorcycles and heavy permanent bicycles. All vehicles are covered by tree branches. When air strikes occur, they immediately stop and disguise themselves as forests. It is difficult to find from the air. .
During the war, the roads were severely damaged, potholes, and bumpy for a long time, and finally arrived at the destination, the guerrilla base, a remote village, the prisoners were taken into the original production team compound, at this time their blindfolds were released. Open, but the rope is still tightly tied to the hand, the guerrillas hate the traitor, and the rope is squeezed into the flesh.
　　 The prisoners were detained and interrogated separately. Liu Yanzhi was kept alone in a room. As soon as the guard closed the door, he broke the rope and lay on the crack of the door to observe the situation outside.
This is a typical village in the Central Plains, where adobe thatched houses account for the majority. It is already evening. The village is under light control. All windows are pasted up with paper. There are militiamen carrying old-fashioned rifles on duty at the door. It was extremely silent, only the dog barking from far away.
The so-called cell is an earthen house. Liu Yanzhi can punch a hole in the wall with one punch. It is even easier to stun the sentry outside the door, and it is not difficult to even kill all quarters and upset him, but these people are all themselves. His compatriot, a warrior who fought against the invaders, how could he bear the heart to start.
　　 But waiting to die is even worse. The identity of the traversal group is difficult to explain clearly. During the war, the handling of spies would rather kill mistakes, so he decided to do it.
The guerrillas were not idle either. They first interrogated Professor Xing, who was the oldest of the prisoners and seemed the weakest-willed. The guerrilla captain Li Weidong was responsible for the interrogation. He was originally a rural middle school teacher. After the Soviets came over, The township government all surrendered to the enemy. He dragged the students up the mountain to fight guerrillas. Later, he joined some of the defeated soldiers and formed the Huaijiang guerrilla brigade. Since the high school students in the team had a large proportion of high school students and had a high level of knowledge and culture, he played They had to be vivid and colorful, and they had been commended by the Military Commission for many times. The superiors sent them an American consultant named John Lynch, also known as Lao Lin.
Lao Lin also participated in the interrogation. He has a high level of Chinese and a higher military quality. Under his guidance, the guerrillas quickly mastered the use of Stinger missiles. The American-built AN/PRC-74B radio and AN/GRA-71 The operation of the type pulse coding equipment, but the strategy and tactics of guerrilla fighting, really no one can teach the Chinese. The valuable experience left by the previous generation of revolutionaries in the War of Resistance Against Japan was as effective against the Soviets.
Professor Xing is an intellectual, timid, and he will do all the tricks when he is frightened, but he is also a well-understood person. He did not say that he came through forty-five years. He only said that he is not a soldier, but a scientist, accurate. Said to be an expert from the Shanghai Institute of Biochemistry, who came here to perform a top secret mission.
　　 "You don't understand what the specific task is. Of course, even if you kill me, I won't say it." The old man is very cunning, knowing that you can't pour beans in a bamboo tube. That would make others disbelieve.
　　 Li Weidong is a high school chemistry teacher. He did not leave his old profession. He asked some difficult chemistry questions for middle school students, and Professor Xing answered them easily.
　　 "As far as I know, the Institute of Biochemistry has moved from Shanghai to the rear of Wuhan." John Lynch drew in a notebook with a pencil, his expression was very focused, "What is the name of your director?"
　　Professor Xing answered calmly. Forty-five years ago, he did work in the Institute of Biochemistry. The memory is so unforgettable that Lynch could not ask him.
John Lynch is nominally an American civilian volunteer aid to China, but he is actually an agent of the CIA. Before joining the CIA, he was a Ranger captain of the Army’s 75th Infantry Regiment. He has rich combat experience and meticulous observation. Ability, he is helping the Chinese against the Soviet Union, but he is more mainly to defend the interests of the United States.
　　 The Chinese biochemical technology is the only technology that leads the United States. As an agent of the CIA, Lynch is very sensitive to this.
　　 He turned his head and said to Li Weidong, "I believe they are his own."
　　 Li Weidong nodded. He also thought that these people were comrades on secret missions. If they were Soviet spies, there was no need to entrain an elderly biochemical scientist in the team.
　　 "Well, old comrade, let's call the superior to verify your identity." Li Weidong personally stepped forward to untie Professor Xing's rope, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
　　Professor Xing rubbed his arms and said, "Hurry up and let go of those living ancestors. Don't cause trouble. Those are all security guards assigned to me by my superiors. They are not ordinary."
　　 Li Weidong came to the door, just about to call the correspondent, suddenly a person jumped from the roof, and the sharp army stab hit his neck with lightning speed.
"Captain Li, I'm sorry, let our people go, otherwise you are not polite." It was Liu Yanzhi who took the knife. He removed the gate five minutes ago and stunned the sentry with the rifle, the one from the War of Resistance. The 38 big cover was old and unusable, but the bayonet was still extremely sharp, and he took it off, and it was now resting on Captain Li's neck.
　　Although Li Weidong is a high school teacher, he has been honed into a strong fighter after two years of turmoil. He has no fear at all and talks and laughs happily: "Sure enough, you are a master. Don't be impulsive. I know you are your own, so let them go.
　　 Liu Yan looked at Professor Xing from the corner of his eye, and the latter nodded at him, so he put down the military stab, but pulled out the Stepchekin submachine gun from Li Weidong's holster.
　　 "Let me use it." Liu Yan said straight.
　　 Li Weidong smiled generously and shouted: "Correspondent, go and bring all the prisoners. Be polite, they are all his own."
Only the party patriot was brought. Lei Meng and Yu Hanchao were gone. The cells couldn’t contain them at all, but they were not as sharp as Liu Yanzhi, and they found the guerrilla headquarters in the first place. , They both hid in the grass and waited for the opportunity.
The misunderstanding was resolved, and Lei Meng and Yu Hanchao also came out of their hiding place. They gathered together, with tea mugs and aluminum lunch boxes on the table. They drank Russian vodka and ate Soviet military cans and US-aided Spam lunch. meat.
　　 The beard lifted up the tea mug and said, "If you don’t fight, you don’t know each other. Don’t be surprised. I hate traitors the most. In the past, when I caught puppet soldiers, I shot them directly. Today, if it weren’t for Lao Lin, I almost killed myself."
　　His name is Wang Qiang. He is the regular army platoon commander who broke up. He is now the deputy commander of the guerrillas. He is straightforward, has a bad temper, loves to drink, and even kills traitors.
　　 Everyone picked up the tea mug, "Cheers!" Seven or eight military tea mugs touched together, and the pungent alcohol smell of vodka permeated the room. UU reading www. uukanshu.com
"Where did you come from?" Li Weidong asked puzzledly, "The river is full of Soviet gunboats, and the land traffic is blocked by them. You are wearing military uniforms with guns, and you suddenly appear in Cuiwei. Is it airborne on the mountain?"
　　 "We came here by submarine, but something happened, the submarine sank, and the naval soldiers sacrificed. They covered us with their lives." Dang Paiguo had a sad expression on his face, and the lie opened his mouth.
　　 "What's the next step?" Li Weidong said, "What do we need to cooperate with?"
　　 "We are going back to Wuhan." Dang Aiguo said, "We must go back as soon as possible. It is of great importance."
　　 "Are you bringing any information?" Wang Qiang asked half-jokingly.
　　 Li Weidong glared at him: "I haven't learned the secrecy regulations? Don't ask if you shouldn't ask." Then he said to the party patriot: "Chief, our Huaijiang brigade must fully cooperate with you."
　　 Wang Qiang made a haha: "Forget it, I didn't say, come, let's go!"
The two bottles of vodka drank, everyone was in high spirits. Li Weidong explained that the day was about to move, and he must rest early, and forced everyone to go to sleep. Then everyone dispersed, went back to each house, and the crossing group was arranged to rest in a farmhouse with the floor spread. The golden straw makes it comfortable to fall asleep.
　　 In the dead of night, Wang Qiang, the deputy captain of the guerrillas, took out a machine, drew out a long antenna, and started sending a report.
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