Li Yunlong was shocked by hosting the independent group at the beginning

Lao Meng, who returned to the back room, looked at the time. He would arrive at five o'clock in the morning. While asking people to buy breakfast, he asked Lao Qian and the death squad members to take a rest after eating breakfast.

Before he finished speaking, Lao Qian said to him: "Aren't you talking nonsense, let me try to sleep with you?"

Lao Meng knew that he had a problem with his evacuation by relying on the Zhongtong's assistance in this battle, so he comforted him with kind words: "Old Qian, don't look at this matter with old eyes.

Although Zhongtong's rush to help was out of necessity, Qu Gehui could only explain to Chongqing in this way.Didn't you hear Team Leader Xue? He gave the order to die, and I will be on guard against and arrange for them if they might be timid. "

"Only you, a nerd, believed them." In the New Fourth Army, there has always been a saying about political cadres who are nerds.

Lao Meng Sui, who was so stunned by him, winked at Hao Jiashang, but before Hao Jiashang opened his mouth, Lao Qian turned on him again.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut. If you are sensible, taking Xiao Fei away is the best comfort for me."

Jin Xiaofei, who couldn't see him, stood in front of him, and said angrily, "Old Qian, let me try to run away instead of you? Why do you hate who you see?"

Lao Qian pushed him away, pointed at Lao Meng and said, "If you don't regret it, then let them do whatever they want."

Lao Meng, who was told the central matter by him, hung his head in pain.

Hao Jia walked up to Lao Qian, waved his hand away and hugged him, then thumped his chest, and said in a tragic tone: "Old Qian, when are you going to discuss this? Why can't you If we die, Xiaofei and I must live? Please experience our feelings!"

Chapter 374 A Sharp Contrast

After some words, Lao Qian looked up at the night sky, tears streaming down his eyes.

At the same time, the military commander has already started to act.

I had to rush into battle, and there was some commotion in the periphery, but nothing happened, countless people were killed and injured, and the supreme commander was not very satisfied, but so what.

Boss Dai Lidai, who was familiar with this temperament, then instructed that it is better to plan ahead in order to prevent this whim in the next year.

Zeng Kefan went to N Beijing himself, and together with Zhuang Jie, he took a fancy to the two east and west auxiliary buildings on both sides of the Zhongshan Auditorium where the celebration meeting was held that day. This place is suitable for sniping and can minimize sacrifices.

In the next few months, one after another, several officers in the military command successfully applied for the security personnel and service personnel of the two auxiliary buildings in the east and west.

These two ancillary buildings exist to provide various support services for the Zhongshan Auditorium, and the occupants are subject to strict political review.

Most of the people selected by Zhuang Jie have some direct or collateral kinship with some high-ranking officials of the Wang puppet regime, and they can stand the scrutiny.

The so-called raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for a short period of time, these selected agents have been in the east and west buildings for nearly a year. In their own words, they are so idle that they have hair on their bodies. Time to show off.

At six o'clock in the morning, a small car drove up from the east and west annexes, and two Japanese soldiers got out of the car, carrying a rectangular box similar to a cello.

Indifferently and arrogantly, he showed his ID card and special pass to the guards, and walked in, with an aura comparable to that of a general and rank officer.

As expected, these four soldiers are all top Japanese snipers, after reaching the top of the rooftop.

They occupied the left and right corners respectively as sniper positions. They skillfully took out the accessories of the sniper rifle from the long box and assembled them. They leaned on the two corners to test the angle, sight and focal length. jumped up.

Although it's spring, it's still a bit chilly in the morning, so move around to avoid stiff fingers.

At 32:[-], two young men and women dressed as waiters appeared at the entrances of the rooftops of the east and west ancillary buildings, holding a tray with a bowl of steaming ginger tea in both hands, and greeted the snipers with smiles on their faces. go.

Why is it 32:2 instead of [-]:[-] and a fraction of [-] minutes more?When Zeng Kefan and Zhuang Jie chose this place as a sniping point, considering that the Japanese invaders would do the same, they naturally had to make a series of estimates and arrangements.

For example, whether the Japanese invaders will set up a sniper point here, and when their snipers will arrive, these are all unknowns. If the two sides of the east and west annexes want to move in unison, they must plan in advance.

The key point is that the time when the sniper arrives cannot be grasped.Since they couldn't grasp it, they could only adopt a clever method, and both sides started to act at the same time half an hour after the sniper arrived.

From the first floor to the fourth floor rooftop, it takes 2 minutes according to the normal pace, which is the origin of the extra 2 minutes.

"Taijun, thank you for your hard work. This is the ginger tea we specially made for you. It is very effective in keeping you warm." The gentle and pleasant voices of the waitresses sounded from both sides of the east and west auxiliary buildings.

Seeing such a scene and hearing such a beautiful voice, the four snipers all looked at each other in a daze. This is a kind of professional sensitivity. There is no reason for someone to come to show their hospitality. How can there be such a thing? good thing?

But this can only exist in their flash of thought.

In the next second, I saw four waiters holding up the tray with their left hands, and a /silent hand/gun appeared in their right hand. With a slight increase, four gunshots, which were even weaker than farting, sounded almost at the same time .

Blood splattered from the left chest and heart of the four snipers, and the four bodies staggered one by one. Some of them fell on their backs and some fell to the ground.

The two male waiters whistled softly, and two young men in Japanese uniforms flashed into the roof entrances of the east and west ancillary buildings, and joined hands with the waiters and waitresses before to pick up the body of the sniper who was killed. In the blind corner on the side of the entrance to the rooftop.

They have rehearsed this kind of cooperation countless times, and today, when it is truly implemented, they are both excited and nervous, and beads of sweat are dripping from their tense faces.

Four male and female waiters rushed up and the four young men who came up made an "OK" gesture, and I will leave the rest to you, and flashed into the rooftop stairwell to prepare for the subsequent evacuation.

The remaining four young men looked at each other two by two, and took out a rectangular box of the same size as the /sniper/gun box from the corner on the side of the stairwell at the entrance of the rooftop.

Open the box, and there is also a rifle inside, but the bullets lying inside are more particular. They are not ordinary bullets but grenades, not many, just four.

The grenade was quickly reloaded, and the four young men took the positions of the Japanese snipers respectively. After making preparations for aiming and shooting, they all let out a long breath and got up.

Everything is ready in the early stage, just waiting for the moment to launch the attack.

According to the prior arrangements, they had to wait until the New Fourth Army launched an attack before attacking, in order to prevent the convoy of the puppet officials on Dongfu Road from fleeing the scene after hearing the news, so that the expected joint action effect would not be achieved.

Moreover, their target is not a specific person, such as Wang Jingwei or Wang Jingwei. The ultimate goal is to obstruct the smooth convening of the conference. The so-called political significance is greater than military purposes.

It was still early in the morning, and there was still some distance before the action time. After the two young men on the side of the East auxiliary building got up from the ground, they stretched their arms and moved their bodies.

One of them suddenly made a motion to invite the other party to dance, this one was stunned and put his hand over, and the two of them actually danced a popular ballroom dance on the rooftop.

When the two people in the West Building saw it, they jumped up as well.

Is it romantic?No, it's just that they use this to relieve the tension in their hearts.

The sky is getting brighter, holding the plaster flag of the Japanese invaders in one hand, and the "national flag" of the Wang puppet government in the other, just living for survival is also the sorrow of being a Chinese nowadays.

At around [-] o'clock, people who had undergone strict body searches entered the venue one after another. The scene and atmosphere deliberately created by the Japanese puppets were a bit decent, but the dull and even hostile expressions of each one formed a sharp contrast with it.

It doesn't matter, what the Japanese invaders and Wang puppet people want is to show off. As for people's hearts, they can neither control nor do anything about them. They can't pull them out one by one and kill them in the street.

On such an occasion, journalists from major newspapers are naturally indispensable. Regardless of whether it is for political purposes or survival needs, this annual "event" is still worthy of special mention.

Chapter 375 I Can't Survive

Among the many reporters, there is a slim figure active. Her beautiful blonde hair, beautiful face and exquisite makeup instantly illuminate people's numb eyes. It is not in vain to have a beautiful woman OK.

The foreign girl came to a young girl with a camera in her hand, pointed her camera at her beautiful face, and said to her, "Beautiful little girl, smile."

The girl pulled the corners of her mouth and made a wry smile and said to her, "Sister reporter, is this okay?"

The foreign girl shook her head and pouted, "This is not a smile, it's uglier than crying."

The girl said, "But I can't laugh."

The foreign girl took the camera away, stroked her little face and said, "Understood. Then let's have a hatred, the kind of deep hatred."