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Chapter 1335 Infiltration of the Airport

In the wind and snow, two Japanese sentries at Wanggang Airport hid in their sentry posts, warming themselves by the fire, drinking and whispering to each other.

"That Manchu is really generous. He sent so much fine wine."

"Hey, Su is indeed a good guy."

In the afternoon, Su Qiwen, who had just been promoted to platoon leader of the Third Flight Squadron, bought a large amount of alcohol. All the Japanese, including the airport guards and air defense forces, received this special "gift", and the devils cheered immediately.

Humans are lazy creatures. No matter how strict the military regulations are, they cannot prevent occasional laziness. Moreover, the weather was so bad that the sentry felt that the airport was safe.

Not only the sentry post, but also the guard barracks were filled with the smell of alcohol. Japanese soldiers were lying on their beds and snoring, and snowflakes were falling outside the windows.

The officers, who were usually extremely strict, turned a blind eye to this. After all, everyone had been very busy in the recent period, and now that the threat of bandits was gone, it was time to relax.

But the Japanese didn't know that the pilots of the Third Flight Squadron, who were supposed to be asleep, all had their eyes wide open, staring silently at the ceiling in the dark.

Under the light of the street lights outside, Su Qiwen glanced at his watch in bed. His heart was pounding and his face showed a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

He was excited because he could finally stop being a traitor, but he was uneasy because he was not sure whether the Military Control Commission would transfer their families as agreed in advance.

Beep, beep~ A whistle sounded far away from the direction of the runway. It was the ground crew gathering.

As a war-ready airport, Wanggang Airport had ground crew cleaning the runway every few hours to ensure that planes could take off at any time. This hard work was naturally done by the Manchus.

At the edge of the airport, a team of Japanese guards walked slowly with flashlights. The sergeant in charge stopped from time to time to check whether the barbed wire was damaged.

Unlike other key agencies, Wanggang Airport has no walls, only a barbed wire fence is laid outside. The main function of the barbed wire fence is to prevent wild animals from entering, not enemies.

Of course, as an important air force base of Manchukuo, necessary defense is essential, and the Japanese also have other means to protect the airport.

The clacking sound of military boots faded away. In the snow, more than ten meters away from the barbed wire, Gui Youguang lifted the white camouflage cloth on his head and stretched his head to look inside the airport.

Chen Ming, who was standing by, whispered, "The airport guards patrol every two hours. There are no mobile sentries, but there are minefields outside the barbed wire."

Harbin Station had planned a surprise attack on the airport, but ultimately failed. What blocked the operatives was not the fragile barbed wire, but these mines of unknown number and location.

After listening to this, Gui Youguang waved his hand, and a young spy in a white cloak crawled towards the barbed wire with a sharpened wooden stick in his hand.

The young spy crawled forward for a distance, slowly inserted the sharper end of the stick into the snow at an angle, and pushed forward bit by bit, looking for mines hidden under the snow.

In order to avoid directly triggering the fuse on the top of the mine, the angle between the wooden stick and the snow is always kept below 45 degrees. This slows down the mine clearance process but ensures safety.

A few minutes later, the young spy suddenly stopped moving. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and gently picked up a few clumps of snow, revealing a red Russian-made PMD-6 mine.

PMD-6, also known as the wooden box mine, is low-cost, easy to manufacture, and has extremely excellent reliability in low-temperature environments. It uses a pressure fuse and explodes when stepped on. The trigger pressure is 5-10 kilograms.

Although he didn't understand why the Japanese used the Red Russians' mines, the young spy did not dare to be careless. He slowly pulled out his dagger and pried open the wooden box. He first removed the internal fuse, then leveled the ground and continued to advance towards the barbed wire.

More than an hour later, a half-meter-wide forward passage was successfully opened, and the little spy successfully came under the barbed wire. The howling wind and snow covered all traces of crawling and mine clearance.

In the distance, the clattering sound of military boots was approaching again. The little spy lay motionless in the snow. The patrolling Japanese guards strode away without noticing.

After making sure that the Japanese had gone far away, another small spy crawled along the passage to the former's side and assisted him in clearing obstacles and checking the effectiveness of the mine clearing.

Doing so is very risky, but the operators do not have time to clear the mines a second time, and if the mines explode halfway through the march, their losses will be even more serious.

Gui Youguang stared at the second young spy, his nervous forehead covered with sweat. When he saw that the other party successfully passed the minefield, he breathed a sigh of relief. Chen Ming and Wu Jingzhong were also relieved.

The gangsters accompanying them did not understand the risks involved. Jin Dabanzi was getting impatient and even wanted to light up his pipe and take a few puffs. Fortunately, he was stopped in time by Wu Jingzhong.

Amid the worried or excited gazes of the crowd, the two young spies selected a section of barbed wire located in a pit and close to a support column as the obstacle-breaking location based on the Guo army's experience in infantry obstacle-breaking.

After making sure that the barbed wire had no electricity and that an alarm was installed, the first spy took out cotton cloth to wrap the bottom layer of wire and lifted the wire up with both hands to facilitate his companions' subsequent operations.

Seeing this, another young spy used a pair of scissors to leave deep cut marks on the wire, but did not cut it. Instead, he bent the cut back and forth until the wire broke. The whole process was extremely quiet.

The two men's actions had only one purpose, to reduce the noise made when cutting the barbed wire. At this point in the operation, Wanggang Airport had already opened its doors to the Military Control Commission. "Groups of five, move!"

Gui Youguang gave a low order, and the gangsters and spies entered the gap in batches. Chen Ming quietly disappeared in the wind and snow, and his mission ended here.

It is worth mentioning that the posture of the operators passing through the barbed wire was a bit peculiar. They all passed through the gap with their heads first, while using their heels to push their bodies forward.

This awkward posture allows the body to be as close to the ground as possible, minimizing the exposed area and reducing the chance of being discovered and attacked.

Small details like these may seem insignificant but are very important. They are all experiences gained by the soldiers on the front lines with their blood and lives.

After the entire action team entered the airport, Gui Youguang tightened the gap, knelt on one knee and made a gesture, and several small agents picked up submachine guns, bent over and searched towards the apron and barracks.

After walking for a few minutes, everyone arrived at the helipad and the barbed wire appeared again. Inside the barbed wire were the target of the Military Control Commission's trip, six new fighter jets of the Japanese Navy.

The bright searchlights illuminated the surroundings as if it were daytime, and the entire apron was visible. Several Japanese sentries stood under the fighter planes with their heads hunched, relying on stamping their feet to keep away the cold.

Looking at the plane right in front of him, Colonel Gao's eyes lit up, but he did not act rashly and waited quietly for the next instruction.

Gui Youguang rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his luminous watch, then raised his hand and patted one of his men on the shoulder. The man immediately crawled towards the plane with a few small spies, and Colonel Gao also stayed where he was.

If the infiltration operation fails, these people will storm the apron and cover Colonel Gao's takeoff. The remaining personnel will be responsible for attracting the attention of the Japanese and ensuring that the runway is not interfered with.

Gui Youguang observed for a while and made sure that the sentry did not notice anyone approaching, then he led his men to the airport barracks area to prepare to eliminate the guards and air defense forces and support the Third Flight Squadron's uprising.

On the road from the helipad to the barracks area, the agents who cleared the way charged ahead, while the agents in charge of the rear constantly used tools to erase footprints. During this period, the operatives conducted similar training every day in order to pass through the dangerous area as quickly as possible.

Perhaps because of the heavy snow, the Japanese all hid indoors, and Gui Youguang and others safely arrived at a warehouse near the barracks. According to the information provided by Su Qiwen, usually few people came in and out of here.

It was already twelve o'clock in the morning, and there were still three hours before the scheduled action time. The agents each found a place to sit down to recover their strength, clean their weapons, and make final preparations.

Gui Youguang leaned against the warehouse door, observing the movements outside through the gap. The watch on his wrist ticked, and the wind and snow seemed to be slowly subsiding.

Time passed slowly, the blizzard that was flying all over the sky gradually stopped, the moon hid behind the thick clouds, and the night became pitch dark.

When the hour hand turned to three o'clock, Gui Youguang turned off the gun safety, stood up and said, "Let's go." The spies and gangs moved at his command.

Led by the Military Intelligence Bureau agents, the operatives were divided into several teams and rushed to various barracks. A silent killing was about to begin.

The success or failure of this operation depends on when the Japanese discover that the airport has been attacked. The later the Japanese discover it, the higher the success rate of the operation, so shooting is the last option.

The secret agents holding daggers gently opened the barracks one by one. The drunk Japanese were sleeping soundly and no one noticed that a faint smell of blood was slowly spreading in the airport. The light from the street lamps seemed to be dyed red.

Under the same night sky, in a valley somewhere in the Harbin section of the North Manchuria Railway, the battle between the Japanese and puppet troops and the "Di Fan Tian" gang also entered a fierce stage.

A few minutes ago, a bomb cut off the railway. Before the explosion had completely stopped, dozens of gangs rushed towards the gold train.

Gao Bin fired several shots outside the train, then quickly retracted his body and shouted to Section Chief Zhou: "Old Zhou, go inform the Japanese military police. The gangs have surrounded us. We can start now."

Section Chief Zhou responded, and ignoring the flying bullets and wood chips, he turned and ran to another carriage to convey his orders to the Japanese.

The Japanese military police who had been waiting for a long time had ferocious faces. They opened the doors on both sides of the car with a bang. Two Type 92 heavy machine guns placed behind sandbags opened fire, and the gang suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

Bullets whizzed by, and Zhen Sanjiang grabbed a retreating subordinate and yelled, "Don't run! Charge at me, anyone who dares to retreat, I'll shoot him."

Under normal circumstances, when the gang members heard Zhen Sanjiang say such words, they would most likely obey him. But this time it was different. The gang member who was being held suddenly pushed Zhen Sanjiang away and ran towards the woods without looking back.

Zhen Sanjiang was both angry and annoyed. He raised his gun and fired three shots at the other party's back. The gangster fell to the ground with a scream and died. His body rolled down the hillside into the ravine.

After killing his fleeing subordinates, Zhen Sanjiang yelled at the top of his lungs, "Where's Ruilin? Where's that bastard Ruilin? Didn't he say there was no heavy firepower on the vehicle? Damn it."

One of the gang members cried out, "Boss, Ruilin ran away. The bastard disappeared as soon as the gunshot was heard."

Zhen Sanjiang howled to the sky, wishing he could chase after Ruilin and tear him apart alive, but a heavy machine gun bullet hit this old bandit who had been roaming the Northeast for more than a decade, and made a huge hole in his chest.