Arsenal Military Academy

Xie Xiang was very tired. Tan Xiaojun's abduction was an emergency. In order not to be lost, she had no choice but to chase after her. She didn't even have time to go back to the Liehuo Military Academy to request reinforcements.

Time has passed for a long time. She has not found Tan Xiaojun or rescued her. For the first time, Xie Xiang felt that her strength was very small, but now she can only rely on herself.

In a daze, the figure of her elder brother appeared in front of her again. She thought of his firm face, of those patriotic students in the icy world, of Orion Wei, of the bell, of Xiao Liu...

She was panicked, if Xiao Jun fell into Jin Xianrong's hands, the situation would probably be the same as that of the dead Xiao Liu.

Xie Xiang quickened the pace of the search.

The corridor is very narrow, and only three people are allowed to pass side by side at most. The high position and small area of ​​the windows make the light in the corridor dim, giving a sense of cramped occlusion.

Two staff members in uniform passed by. When they saw Xie Xiang, they didn't even say hello, and they walked over without expression. The expressions of the two were dull and numb, and Xie Xiang was holding it nervously. Yi Jiao, only felt that there was a gloomy and treacherous atmosphere everywhere, which made people uneasy.

There was a room in front of the door ajar, Xie Xiang walked over and glanced through the crack of the door. In the room, a staff member was treating a wound for a person sitting on a chair, and his right arm was cut with a knife. Xie Xiang frowned and recognized that this person was the kidnapper who had been slashed with a pig knife.

The staff hastily bandaged the wound, and then went out to get the medicine.

The light in the room was flickering and dimming, and the metal file cabinet on the side was half open. Xie Xiang walked in, and walked to the kidnapper's side in three steps in two steps. He put a dagger on his neck and whispered, "People where?"

The kidnapper's eyes flashed, and a word of Japanese was exhaled from his mouth. Xie Xiang snorted and hammered his wound fiercely with his fist. The wound that had just been bandaged burst suddenly, bleeding out a lot of blood, and the painful kidnapper kept gasping.

"Less garlic! I know you understand, can you tell me?"

It's a pity that this kidnapper is hard-hearted, no matter how threatening Xie Xiang is, he refuses to say a word.

The sharp dagger stabbed into the neck. "Don't worry," Xie Xiang said, "If you don't say anything, I will let you go to the underworld to bury my friend."

This is not an empty vernacular, blood flowed from his neck, the kidnapper whispered in pain, and his loyalty finally disappeared under the fear of death.

"In the confinement room," he said grimly.

Xie Xiang was worried that the staff member would come back. A hand knife knocked him out, blocked the kidnapper’s mouth and hung him on the wall outside the window. A searchlight shone through, passing by not far from under him, no one noticed. His existence.

Taking off the blood-stained work clothes, Xie Xiang found a new work clothes from the cabinet to wear on him, and walked out with a document in hand.

I have basically seen the rooms on this floor, and there is no shadow of Tan Xiaojun. He walked quickly through the corridor, Xie Xiang followed the stairs downstairs and went directly into the basement. It was a darker corridor with no windows, only the dim yellow light above the head was constantly flickering. At the end of the corridor is a heavy gate, in front of which a soldier is standing guard.

Xie Xiang immediately dropped the documents on the ground deliberately, knelt down to pick up the documents, in order to secretly look at the guards here. After squatting down to pick up the documents, she heard humming sounds and the young begging for mercy from behind.

A group of people walked over and entered the door. Xie Xiang saw the person escorted into the door from the crack of the door, the young man who was escorted down from the truck today. He should be a very important person. The Japanese caught him back with great fanfare, and now he is guarded with heavy soldiers, presumably to get some secrets from him.

Xie Xiang felt that he couldn't just sit back and watch. As a reserve officer, this is her responsibility. No matter how dangerous she can do, she continues the name Xie Liangchen and wants to do everything he should do next.

Reaching out and wiping the cold sweat on her forehead, her pace became faster. Xie Xiang was looking for the transformer room in the building. The transformer room was in the corner of the basement and no one was guarded. She held the main switch and pulled it down. , The sirens suddenly sounded, Xie Xiang was startled by the sirens, and hurriedly ran all the way to the previous gate.

Lowering the guard in front of the door, Xie Xiang opened the door. The incandescent lamp in the house had been extinguished, the spare lamp was on, and the house was dimly yellow.

The young man was tied to an iron chair, and the belt strangled his mouth, making him unable to make a sound. He could only stare at the two soldiers in front of him with horror.

Beside him, there was already a middle-aged man who died because he could not stand the torture. He was beaten with a whip and a soldering iron and there was no good skin on his body. His fingernails were also pulled out. The face is no different from Xiao Liu who had died.

Xie Xiang slowly approached the soldier with a calm face.

"We don't want to torture you, but if you don't tell the truth, no one can save you..."

The red soldering iron gradually approached the boy’s chest. The soldier who was torturing thought Xie Xiang was just an ordinary worker. Who would have thought that the worker suddenly showed a dagger, and the soldier’s neck was cold, blood spurted out, and he was frightened. In the light, the soldier next to him also fell.

Cut off the belt that bound the boy, Xie Xiang couldn't ask him about his situation, and asked anxiously, "Do you know where the confinement room is?"

The young man came out of his way, and his whole body was shaking. He thought about it carefully, and said in a still shaking voice, "It seems to be on the first floor. I was locked there from the beginning."

Xie Xiang heard him and ran out the door. The young man was not stupid. Knowing that she was his only hope at the moment, he hurriedly followed. There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, and someone was walking towards this side. Xie Xiang looked around, looked around, and finally took the boy and hid in the nearest room.

The room was cold, and the emergency light was faintly shining. The light was faint and dark green, and it looked terrifying. The boy took a step back, pressed a soft and slippery thing with his hand, and let out an exclamation.

Xie Xiang hurriedly covered his mouth and looked along his hand. What he grasped was a thin, pale hand. With his hand sticking out of a body bag, Xie Xiang stood up straight and looked into the house. Under the green light, rows of single beds were neatly arranged, and each bed had a body bag. At first glance, there are hundreds of corpses here.

Needless to say, all the corpses lying here should be Chinese. Anyone caught here, whether recruited or not, will end in the same way. The difference is that those who are recruited can die more easily.

This group of Japanese people is almost inhumane. Looking at these corpses, Xie Xiang's face is very ugly. The hatred of the country and the family is rushing into her heart. She feels that her whole body is roasted with anger, even the cold in the morgue. There is no way to calm her down.

With a click, it was the sound of a bullet being loaded. Xie Xiang was vigilant and pulled the young man to hide behind the corpse and squat down.

Bullets were fired at the same time. Several soldiers stood at the door with guns in their hands. The howling bullets exploded dazzling sparks in the dark morgue.

A Japanese officer walked forward. This man was Kobayashi Osamu who had driven the boy back by himself.

When Kobayashi heard the voice of the teenagers, he had guessed that they had hid in the house, took off his jacket and moved his wrists. He picked up the samurai sword and walked forward with a sneer.

No one could escape in his hands. He didn't seem to put Xie Xiang in his eyes at all. Facing Xie Xiang and the young man hiding behind the corpse, he had a proud face and shouted, the soldier who was holding the gun. They unloaded the bullets and replaced them with bayonets.

This posture is not to kill them, but to capture them alive. Thinking of the middle-aged man who was tied to a chair and died, Xie Xiang felt a chill in his heart. If he was caught, he would inevitably be tortured. If he became like that, it would be better to die.

Xie Xiang asked the young man to lie there without moving, and he arched his waist and shuttled among the corpses. Her posture was light and light, like a flexible cat. The dagger in her hand was shining with a cold light, even in the face of such a situation. Not afraid.

Three Japanese soldiers rushed up in front of him. Xie Xiang dashed past and stabbed a soldier in the chest. Then he grabbed the spear in his hand and turned the bayonet into the stomach of another soldier. She violently raised her leg and kicked to the side of the third soldier's knee. When she knelt down, she hooked her knee to the opponent's neck, turned and twisted, and the man was silent for a moment.

A series of actions were simple and neat, and they ended the lives of the three Japanese soldiers in this way.

With such a skill, even a warrior like Kobayashi Dasuo could not help showing a look of horror on his face. The young man was even more happy, and moved secretly against the wall to the door.

Only Kobayashi Dazuo was left on the opposite side. He no longer underestimated the enemy. He roared and swung his samurai sword at Xie Xiang. Xie Xiang hurriedly dodged. The wind swept the samurai sword and made the hair stand upright.

With a slash, it was nailed to the bed fiercely, and Kobayashi's figure stagnated for a moment.

Xie Xiang took the dagger and swung it at his throat. Kobayashi had to let go of the samurai sword and turned to resist with his arm. The dagger pierced his arm, and the blood was immediately injected.

Xiao Lin Dazuo didn't even think that a mere Chinese would make him suffer such a big loss. After a scream, he hit Xie Xiang with a punch.

Xie Xiang took the punch stubbornly, and at the same time drew the samurai sword nailed to the bed and swung it at him, but he hooked it over the single bed and blocked him in front of him. Xie Xiang was hit by the single bed, and the samurai sword was released instantly.

Kobayashi took the opportunity to step forward and kicked Xie Xiang on the single bed. He smiled and picked up the katana and walked over. Xie Xiang rolled on the ground, which was worthy of a fatal blow, but the lower abdomen Liang was still cut.

Suffocating the pain and got up, Xie Xiang's eyes were staring at the gold star, and she was dizzy, but her body and mind seemed to be two extremes. Seeing the samurai sword swung over again, she seemed to have been waiting for this moment. Holding Kobayashi's wrist sideways.

Thousands of times of drills and countless combat trainings, those movements and skills seem to have been engraved in her bones. With the reversal of the samurai sword, the sharp blade pierced into Kobayashi's abdomen, the blade was extremely deep, thank you Xiang's arm slammed backwards, and the Japanese officer who was still alive just now struggled a few times, completely lost his life, and fell to the ground.

Supporting the hospital bed, Xie Xiang relieved the dizziness caused by the blood loss, and took a deep breath. He tore off a sheet and wrapped it tightly around his abdomen to stop the bleeding, and then called the boy. The two changed into soldiers' clothes and walked out very quickly.

The young man took Xie Xiang to the confinement room based on his memory. The electric door of the confinement room opened wide, and there were no guards at the door, and he was all led away by the sudden siren.

"Xiao Jun?"

Xie Xiang let out a whisper and heard the humming inside. The two stepped into the room. A pungent and unpleasant smell mixed in the confinement room. Xiao Jun was being tied to one of the blood-stained chairs. Seeing Xie Xiang came to rescue her, Xiao Jun was surprised and happy, and screamed indiscriminately. After being untied, he threw himself into Xie Xiang's arms and cried.

"Okay, okay, didn't I come." Xie Xiang patted her on the back and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, they should find someone lost in a while, we have to escape and talk about it. "

Tan Xiaojun wiped a tear and changed into a soldier's uniform according to Xie Xiang's instructions. The tears on her face were still dripping out, but her hand movements were very agile, and she was completely calm when she followed Xie Xiang out of the gate. Come down.

The moon was bright, the spotlights were bright, and the lights dangled on the grass-yellow military uniform. Seeing three soldiers walking towards the gate, they turned away again.

Xie Xiang straightened his back, the cloth wrapped around his abdomen was wet, and the military uniform was faintly bleeding. Clouds obscured the moonlight, her face was calm, and she used what she learned in school under the guard's inquiry, and the Japanese military codes dealt with it. Tan Xiaojun and the boy were close to her, the door suddenly opened, and the three of them were walking neatly. The army walked out of the hospital.