The raindrops clattered against the window. The military car waded through the deep ditch with water and drove slowly on the crooked mountain road.

The officer cursed in Xilong, then stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, and the men around him lit it with a lighter. They carefully replied, "please be patient, sir. We'll be there soon."

The officer waved his hand impatiently, then pushed the window open, took a deep breath of the fresh air from the window, leaned against the seat and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the driver sounded his flute, and then the speed slowed down gradually.

"What's the matter?" the officer was surprised and quickly straightened up and asked.

"Sir, someone is blocking the way," the driver replied in a lengthened tone, speaking the most kind Xilong dialect.

Before his voice fell, the Xilong military commander also saw through the front window that two men in Xilong ordinary soldier uniforms were standing in the middle of the road, seven or eight meters away from the front of the car, jumping and waving at the car.

"Go down and have a look." the officer raised his hand to one of the soldiers around him. The latter knew for a moment, pushed open the door and was about to get off. The two men had run over first and stopped under the window.

One of the two guys is a young man in his twenties and thirties. He is handsome. The other was middle-aged, his face was blue, and the little fingers of one hand were wrapped in gauze. It seemed that he had suffered some kind of trauma. They were all dressed in the uniforms of the lower class soldiers of the Xilong army. The middle-aged man kept talking, while the young man pursed his mouth and kept silent for a while.

These two are naturally Li Qing and Shi Yinghui. After a long journey, the action team finally found the road leading to the thirty-two mixed knitting division. It rained in the middle of the night and finally waited for these cars.

The soldier in the car waved his hand and shouted to Shi Yinghui, "speak slowly! Speak slowly! I can't understand!"

Shi Yinghui's Adam's apple rolled and his speech slowed down. When the soldiers understood the meaning of Shi Yinghui's words, they immediately shook their hands and said, "get out! This is the officer's passing car. It doesn't transport lower class soldiers."

Shi Yinghui's Xilong language is so authentic that people can't even notice that he will be a Chinese. Taking a look at Li Qing around him, Shi Yinghui said again, "we have just returned from a special task. We have an important situation to report to the Shangguan. It's very urgent. We don't have time to delay on the road."

The soldier on the bus looked back at the officer: "Sir, how to deal with it?"

After a little meditation, the officer said in a deep voice, "let them provide the establishment number."

"Yes." the soldier answered, turned his head and shouted at Li Qing, "Sir, order you to provide the unit number."

Shi Yinghui glanced secretly at the car and replied loudly, "this is a secret mission. I need to see your highest officer here."

The young soldier looked back at the officer, who nodded.

"This is our supreme officer," cried the soldier.

Shi Yinghui winked at Li Qing, who immediately nodded, walked around the front of the car to the officer's side, and saluted across the door.

"Which part are you from? What mission are you performing?" the officer asked with his hand out of the window, knocked on his cigarette and slightly sipped at the corner of his mouth.

Li Qing raised his hand to wipe his wet hair, turned his head and looked at the rear team, then suddenly stepped forward, stretched one hand through the open window, suddenly grabbed the officer's collar and pulled him out of the narrow window.

The guard in the car was shocked in an instant. He immediately drank and reached out to pull out the pistol at his waist. Shi Yinghui first pulled out his gun, put it into the car, pulled the trigger, and with a bang, he killed the soldier with bad attitude.

Even the heavy rain could not offset the harsh gunfire. The convoy was in chaos. Xilong soldiers rushed out of the carriage, and nearly two or three hundred soldiers were distributed in a fan, forming a semi encirclement situation for Li Qing and Shi Yinghui.

The muzzle of the gun was against the officer's temple. Li Qing shouted, "put down the gun! Put down the gun!"

The other side's hundreds of muzzle points also pointed to Li Qing's forehead: "put down the gun! Put down the gun!"

Shi Yinghui fired his gun into the sky. Regardless of the wet rain on his face, he threatened loudly: "if you don't obey the instructions, shoot your Officer immediately!"

At this time, the other eight people in the team also gathered from both sides, forming an evacuation siege to the hundreds of Xilong soldiers.

Li Qing stabbed the officer's temple with a pistol and said coldly, "let your soldiers put down their weapons! Let everyone get off!"

The officer looked helpless and had to give an order: "everyone, put down your weapons! The driver gets off!"

Li Qing winked at Wen Yang and Qin Wu Chao standing outside: "check the car!"

The two people dare not be careless at all. They quickly run over and check the past one by one, in case someone is still on the car and cause unnecessary trouble.

Li Qing dragged the officer back two steps and shouted at the Xilong soldiers: "stand in a row on the right side of the road! Take your pants down to your knees!"

Those Xilong soldiers looked at each other. Shi Yinghui had to repeat Li Qing's words in Xilong language: "stand in a row on the right side of the road! Take your pants down to your knees! Don't resist, or we'll shoot!"

The soldiers looked at each other. No one acted according to the instructions. Li Qing saw it and kicked the officer in the popliteal fossa. The latter screamed and fell on his knees.

"Your soldiers are not obedient." Li Qing said in a cold voice. He grabbed the officer's neck with one hand, and then hit the officer's chin with a pistol. The latter immediately screamed and shouted: "obey the order! Stand in a row by the road, take off your pants to your knees! Obey the order immediately!"

The officer was captured and his life was threatened all the time. These soldiers had no choice but to be honest. They lined up in a whole row by the side of the road, then untied their belts and took off their pants.

Zhong Ruoxi came over with a cold face and kicked the gun on the ground into the grass on the roadside.

After the inspection of several people in Qin Wu Dynasty, they started the car and turned around. Everything was ready. They whistled at Li Qing.

Li Qing winked at the others: "get in the car!"

When others rushed into the car, Li Qingcai dragged the officer, full of vigilance, and slowly moved towards the car.

"All your requirements have been met. It's time to let me go," the officer said quickly.

"Feel at ease to be your prisoner. Don't talk nonsense." Li Qing pulled at the corners of his mouth, "what the hell does haw say? I can't understand a word."

Li Qing got into the car, took advantage of the situation and pulled the officer up, and then ordered: "drive quickly!"

"OK!" Qin WuChao stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the car jumped out directly on the road full of water. Other cars in the posture of other team members behind only followed the front one, and the speed was quite fast.

Seeing that the officer was tied away, the Xilong soldiers hurriedly lifted their pants and plunged into the grass beside the road to touch the gun. After getting the weapon, attack the distant vehicle.

Deng Shi put his head out of the window, aimed at the two cars left on the road, and then suddenly pulled the trigger.

With a burst of gunfire, the car exploded, and the fire burst into the sky. Many Xilong soldiers close to each other were directly torn to pieces by the explosion, causing no small casualties. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the action team drove away at ease.

"Beautiful!" Deng Shi grinned, retracted his head into the car and slapped Yang Xun as he was driving.

At this time, Zhong Ruoxi's voice came from the car walkie talkie: "I'm Zhong Ruoxi, I'm Zhong Ruoxi. Now in the first car, Li Qing, Qin WuChao and captured officers are with me to report your personnel composition."

"I'm Wen Yang, with Shi Yinghui. Gu Yue is in the third car."

"Feng Yucheng, with Ji Wenbin in the second car."

Yang Xun said in a dumb voice, "Yang Xun, in the fourth car with Deng Shi."

After their respective reports, Zhong Ruoxi's voice came again: "the personnel are neat and continue to act as planned."

"OK." master Deng whistled, then took out the military map from his backpack, spread it out, lit his flashlight and looked at it, "Yang Xun, overtake to the front and show them the way."

"HMM." Yang Xun nodded, then increased his horsepower and drove ahead of the other three cars.

"Can you find the way?" Yang Xun asked in a low voice while driving.

Deng Shi narrowed his eyes slightly: "it's no problem. The key is that the road conditions in Xilong are not very good and the traffic line is too simple. Now we can only drive on the highway. It's not easy to get rid of each other's investigation."

After a pause, master Deng rolled up the map again: "drive forward first, turn to Xiye for a while, and get rid of the entanglement of the thirty-two mixed knitting division. After dawn, let's take a short rest, gather materials, and then decide on the next direction of action."

In the next car, Li Qingzheng looked up and down at the middle-aged officer who was taken hostage: "what's your name? Any position in the army?"

The officer didn't answer. Zhong Ruoxi looked at him up and down, and then winked at Li Qing: "take off his coat and let me see his rank."

"Oh." Li Qing answered and directly tore away the middle-aged officer's military coat. At a glance, he caught a glimpse of the military rank on his shoulder. He couldn't help tutting: "yes, I caught a big man."

Zhong Ruoxi raised her jade hand and stroked her hair. The corners of her lips gently raised a smile: "senior colonel's rank, are you the chief of staff of the thirty-two mixed division or the division commander?"

Li Qing raised his hand and slapped the middle-aged officer on the back of the head: "is it good to be polite to answer beautiful women's questions?"

The middle-aged officer paused for a moment and replied with a depressed face: "commander of the 32nd mixed division, inzalon."

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