Special Warfare Pioneer

Chapter 14

Butterfly said, his face was full of sentimentality, and the people on the roof looked at each other and stopped talking.

After a while, Chen Yiming choked out a sentence: "It's still the same sentence - to see people when alive, to see corpses when dead. We can't act rashly until we find little K."

After hearing this, Leng Feng asked worriedly, "Are we hiding here?"

Chen Yiming said: "No, this is not a place to stay for a long time. I will go to church now and use Father Saar's radio to contact Chongqing. As for whether to continue to act, we will follow the orders of Shangfeng."

After Chen Yiming was about to leave, Fujiwara just interjected:
"They're definitely going to want us to move on."

Chen Yiming did not speak, but glanced at Fujiwara Tsuyoshi attentively.

Fujiwara went on: "Because they don't care if we live or die..."

Chen Yiming held back for a moment, and said something in German to Fujiwara Tsuyoshi.No one could understand this sentence except Leng Feng... When everyone was looking at each other, the scholar translated a sentence and said it:
"My honor is loyalty."

After hearing this, Chen Yiming looked at the scholar strangely: "Do you know German?"

The scholar smiled modestly: "Know a thing or two."

Chen Yiming looked at the scholar for a long time, and finally replied: "You really surprised me—there are not many Chinese who can accurately translate this sentence."

The scholar pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "It's foolish."

Chen Yiming looked at him and stopped talking... The scholar also stopped talking at this time, he looked into the distance, thinking.

6
At night, the church was silent.At this time, the door of the empty hall opened gently, and little K slipped in under the moonlight.

Inside the church, the cross of the crucified Jesus is clearly discernible under the moonlight.Little K went to the cross and knelt down, weeping silently.At this moment, Father Saar came out holding a candlestick, and looked at Little K wonderingly.

The priest said, "My child, is there anything you need to pray for?"

Little K raised her tearful eyes and looked at the priest silently.

The priest said to him kindly: "My child, you are back."

Little K looked at the priest with guilt in his eyes: "Father, I didn't bring the Japanese..."

The priest looked at Little K and smiled: "I believe in you, my child."

"You... believe me?" Little K looked at the priest and was stunned.

The priest patted Little K on the head with a smile: "No one can lie before God; your tears are telling me that you need to pray to God."

Little K looked at the priest, and finally cried out: "Father, my sister..."

The priest's face darkened, and he looked at Little K attentively.

Little K's shoulders trembled: "My sister is dead... She was burned to death by the Japanese! And her sisters are all dead... The Yichun Garden is gone, the people are gone, the house is gone , all burnt out, woo woo woo, priest..."

The priest's face became even more gloomy, and he stroked Little K's head sympathetically: "Don't be sad, it's useless to be sad...they are angels and have returned to God's side."

Little K raised his head after hearing this, and looked at the priest in surprise: "Father, a prostitute... can also be an angel?"

The priest nodded reverently: "Christ is the most generous. No one can be an angel, as long as she is kind. You are God's warriors. They saved your life with their own lives. Of course they are angels."

The priest's words made little K's heart feel a lot easier, and he saluted the priest gratefully: "Thank you, priest..."

The priest nodded, and handed the candlestick in his hand to little K: "Here, my child, light the candles for those sisters who died and those angels who returned to heaven."

Little K took the candlestick from the priest with trembling hands, and reverently lit the candles in the hall one by one.The Jesus on the cross on the wall was illuminated by the candles in the hall, which also illuminated the faces of Little K and the priest.

At this moment, outside the church, a figure flashed for a moment, and then a soft knock was heard from the door of the hall.Little K's shoulders trembled, but he didn't look back.The figure slowly approached Little K, and finally stopped.At this moment, little K was still praying devoutly with his eyes closed following the scriptures chanted by the priest.After a while, the verses recited by Father Sal stopped, and little K opened his eyes——

Without looking back, he said softly, "Instructor Chen, I know it's you."

Chen Yiming ignored him and turned to Father Sal: "Father, I want to talk to him alone."

Father Saar glanced at Little K with some anxiety, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Okay, you can talk slowly, and I will wait for you at the door."

After Father Sal finished speaking, he turned and left, and the hall fell silent.

After a while, Chen Yiming asked softly, "Why did you come back?"

"I'm going to kill the Japanese!" Xiao K said, with hatred in his eyes.

After hearing this, Chen Yiming thought for a while, and said in a stern voice: "This is not only the hatred of you alone, but the hatred of a country, the entire nation, and [-] million Chinese are deeply involved. Do you think you can escape? ?”

After hearing this, Little K lowered his head in pain: "Instructor Chen, I understand...I didn't understand before, but now I understand!"

Chen Yiming looked at Little K, and happily extended his right hand: "Little K, welcome back to the team."

Little K hesitated, he looked at Chen Yiming in astonishment: "Instructor Chen...do you trust me?"

Chen Yiming nodded: "Well, the priest is right, tears can't fool people."

"Instructor Chen... Thank you." Little K held Chen Yiming's hand with tears in his eyes.

7
In the mortuary of the Nanjing Japanese Military Hospital, the corpses of the two Japanese soldiers strangled by little K with his bare hands are lying on two stretchers respectively.Nakamura, Iwamoto, and a Japanese military medical examiner were standing beside the stretcher, carefully observing the corpse of the soldier on the stretcher.

Nakamura analyzed: "The bare-handed kill, the technique is neat, this must be done by a master."

"Yes, the actor is a master. But what he used was not Jianghu martial arts, but the one-stroke capture method taught by the army. Doctor, what did you find?" After Yan Ben finished speaking, he turned to look at the forensic doctor.

The Japanese military forensic doctor nodded: "You two have already said what I want to say."

Nakamura and Iwamoto didn't say anything else, they turned and walked out.

On the way back, Nakamura asked Iwamoto: "From the signs, the ranger of the military command is lurking in Yichunyuan. Yichunyuan-the hidden point of the military command is really well set up, so smart! I can't even imagine how many people there are. The military and political information was transmitted to the Chongqing Military Command Headquarters through the ears of prostitutes in Yichunyuan, Dai Li is worthy of being the king of spies in Asia, and his methods are really clever!"

Iwamoto followed behind Nakamura, and couldn't help but reply: "However, we didn't find a radio station in Yichunyuan, nor did we find any spy equipment."

Nakamura thought about it and replied: "They may have set up the radio station elsewhere. The gendarmerie did something stupid. They didn't leave anyone alive! Now this clue is completely cut off. Where did the ranger go, and How much damage Yichun Garden has caused us has become a mystery."

Iwamoto asked, "So, what shall we do now?"

Nakamura said: "They are like quicksilver, and it is difficult for us to find them anymore. The only way to catch their clues is to know what they want to do."

Iwamoto: "Nanjing is the base camp of the Imperial Army stationed in China. There are hundreds of valuable targets. How can we know what they want to do?"

Nakamura pondered for a while, then suddenly said, "I understand a little bit now."

Iwamoto: "What?"

Nakamura unknowingly stood still: "The American pilot who would rather die than surrender, the secretive and adventurous airborne infiltration, the well-trained paramilitary ranger—Iwamoto-kun, do you think of anything?"

Iwamoto looked at Nakamura, his eyes radiated light: "Could it be...they came for American spies?"

Nakamura said: "Yes. The ace spy of the U.S. Naval Intelligence Agency was captured by us, and Colonel Melles, the U.S. representative of the Sino-American Cooperation Institute, has a very good relationship with this spy. Dai Li, the leader of the military command, needs the U.S. now and in the future. Navy help - it's a whole chain of logic, and I'm sure they're here for Smith!"

After hearing this, Iwamoto showed a trace of nervousness on his face: "Then... we should transfer Smith immediately! He can no longer be in the hospital, there are security holes everywhere!"

"No..." Nakamura waved his hand at Iwamoto, but smiled, "We won't transfer him... Since we want to gain the initiative, then Smith is our best bait. Since they came to rescue Smith, we just give him They set up a trap! Immediately mobilize our best manpower to the hospital and wait for the military special forces, I will let them fall into the trap!"

Iwamoto: "Yes! But Director Nakamura, our wounded soldiers are everywhere here. Once there is a fight, these wounded soldiers..."

Nakamura thought for a while, then smiled coldly: "Wars always end in death, I only want this army special task force!"

Iwamoto should say: "Yes!"

Just say that at this time, outside the gate of the Japanese military hospital.On the roof opposite the hospital, Leng Feng, disguised as a plumber, was quietly lurking on the edge of the roof with a toolbox on his back. He was carefully observing the surrounding targets with the scope of his sniper rifle.

Not far from the hospital street, a caravan with the flag of the Japanese Army Performance Team was slowly approaching.It was Xiao Hei from the church who drove the car, and Yan Ziliu was sitting next to the little Heishen.

In the caravan, there were Chen Yiming, Butterfly, Scholar, Xiao K and Fujiwara Gang. They were wearing performance costumes and looked a little nervous.

At this time, little K, who was wearing a magician's costume, was already sweating from the tip of his nose, and he was fiddling with a deck of playing cards nervously.

Chen Yiming, who was wearing a clown costume, turned his head and looked at his team members: "Don't panic, everyone. Although this is the first time we have acted, we have planned very carefully. As long as everyone acts according to the plan, there will be no accidents. I'll bring you all out, don't worry, everyone."

Everyone nodded, but judging from their expressions, everyone's tension has not eased...

The caravan stopped before the checkpoint.

Standing on the steps of the hospital building, Nakamura couldn't help asking, "What do they do?"

The Japanese spy who was walking over hurriedly replied: "Report to the chief of the agency, they are the citizen performance team who came to condolences to the imperial army."

Nakamura looked at the caravan in front of the door and the team members in various costumes, nodded and smiled, and walked down the steps.

At this moment, the military police guarding the gate had finished inspecting the caravan, and waved politely: "Please go in."

Butterfly sitting in the caravan looked out the car window, but couldn't help but froze for a while.

Chen Yiming saw Butterfly's expression and looked at Nakamura who was walking towards the gate. He couldn't help but secretly drew out his dagger and stared at Butterfly.

In the carriage, the butterfly didn't move, but tears flowed out.

Nakamura walked into the car parked at the gate, and the car honked its horn and drove away.In the caravan, Chen Yiming quietly put away the dagger in his hand; at this time, on the roof of the building opposite the hospital, Leng Feng, who had been holding a sniper rifle, couldn't help but let go of his index finger on the trigger and cursed:
"Damn it, let you live a few more days!"

8
In the hospital, this fake "performance team" has been excitedly surrounded by wounded Japanese soldiers.Not far from them, Iwamoto of the Japanese Nakamura Secret Service watched them hesitate for a while, then turned and left expressionlessly.

In a large room of the hospital, the Japanese wounded soldiers, the military police in charge of guarding, and the doctors and nurses of the hospital were already sitting side by side, watching the performances of the performers on the improvised stage.On the stage, Little K, who was the first performer, was performing poker while explaining in Japanese. People watching the performance off the stage were firmly attracted by his ever-changing performances.

In the backstage, Chen Yiming watched his team members give orders softly: "Remember the essentials I told you! Be bold, careful, and tricky, and never hesitate! Believe in yourself, you will have no problem!"

As Chen Yiming said, he raised his right fist and said softly, "We must win!"

The team members also raised their right fists and bumped each other, and they responded in unison: "We must win!"

Chen Yiming immediately turned around and left with the scholar and Yan Ziliu.

On the stage, Little K's performance was still going on... His wonderful performance attracted continuous applause from the audience.

In the bathroom of the hospital, Chen Yiming and others stepped in.In the bathroom, two wounded Japanese soldiers were going to the toilet. Chen Yiming winked at Yanziliu, who nodded knowingly. The two of them approached one of the wounded soldiers respectively. In an instant, the two wounded soldiers didn't understand. What was going on here, and fell to the ground in response.

(End of this chapter)