Spy game? Stop guessing, I really am an undercover agent!

Chapter 155 God Bless
"When were you shot? Why didn't you tell me?"

"No, we ran into a patrol on the way here," Old Gun casually wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve. "I wasn't paying attention when I jumped out of the car, and I just brushed my back."

He lifted the corner of his shirt, revealing a wound on his waist that had been roughly bound with wire. "I won't die. I can still take down a few more Japanese soldiers."

Luo Jiang gasped in shock and immediately called for medical assistance.

He Hansheng and Luo Jiang exchanged a glance; they both understood that for Lao Qiang in his current condition to participate in the battle was tantamount to suicide.

"You're in charge of the detonator." He Hansheng shoved the detonator into the old gunman's hand without further ado. "In the safest spot."

Old Gun tried to argue, but was interrupted by an even more violent cough.

Just then, the communications officer, Xiao Chen, rushed over: "Captain! The observation post reports that the train has arrived!"

He Hansheng's expression hardened. "Prepare to make a move."

At 8:50 a.m., at Qinglong Gorge, train K-5245, loaded with supplies from Shanghai, came into view.

Just like his name suggests, Bi Hu, a member of the Railway Guerrilla, was like a gecko clinging to the railway pier.

This former maintenance worker on the Shanghai-Hangzhou Railway can climb any vertical surface with his bare hands. At this moment, he is installing a "trigger mine" specially made by Luo Jiang at the joint of a steel beam.

Two hundred meters downstream, Luo Jiang personally adjusted the detonation wire.

These homemade mines do not damage the railway tracks, but when they explode, they throw up a lot of rubble. Combined with the blurred vision caused by rainy weather, this is enough to make the Japanese army mistakenly believe that they are being ambushed on a large scale.

"Captain, searchlight!" the lookout suddenly whispered.

The train approached at a steady speed, and the distant rails began to tremble slightly.

Luo Jiang squinted and saw a blinding beam of light appear at the bend of the canyon. The searchlight of the armored reconnaissance vehicle was scanning the railway tracks in a regular left-right swinging motion.

"Ready." Luo Jiang held up three fingers, and all team members immediately moved into their designated positions.

The roar of the train grew closer, and the armored locomotive at the front spewed out black smoke, while the machine gunner on the roof vigilantly scanned the cliffs on both sides.

Luo Jiang held his breath, watching the motorcycle wheels roll over the spot they had marked beforehand...

"Detonate!"

The moment the detonator was pressed, the trigger mine exploded beneath the rail, sending flying debris like shrapnel striking the armored vehicle's exterior.

Almost simultaneously, the guerrillas lying in ambush on both sides opened fire, deliberately using different types of guns to create the illusion of a large-scale ambush.

The armored reconnaissance vehicle immediately sounded the alarm, and the machine gun on its roof spat out fire.

Luo Jiang saw the door of the second carriage suddenly open, and more than twenty fully armed Japanese soldiers jumped off the train and dispersed in a fan shape under the command of their officers.

"Retreat along the original route!" Luo Jiang gave the order, and the guerrillas quickly retreated along the predetermined route, deliberately leaving behind a few military caps and an old-fashioned rifle as bait.

As they expected, Ken Nishiyama dispatched armored reconnaissance vehicles and half of his guards to pursue the "routing" guerrillas.

When the train restarted, the escort force had been halved.

The train moved slowly forward. He Hansheng, who was lying in ambush in the middle of Qinglong Gorge, lay behind the damp rocks and finally saw the train through his binoculars.

Compared to the previous orderly formation, the guards are now much sparser.

However, he noticed that the Japanese soldiers escorting the train had positioned gunners on the roof of each carriage, and that the doors and windows of all the gasoline drum carriages had been reinforced with steel plates.

"Old Gun, check the third carriage." He handed the binoculars to the intelligence officer beside him.

Old Gun's breathing had become heavy, but his hands remained steady: "Look at the air vents below the car door. Yes, right there, traces of gasoline evaporation."

"Hmm, there's something wrong with the ammo boxes. No, it seems like they tampered with them."

He Hansheng hurriedly grabbed the binoculars and adjusted the focus. Sure enough, through the side window of the carriage, he could see that the ammunition boxes were arranged in a special "well" shape, with some kind of cushioning material between the boxes.

“That’s a safety measure against secondary explosions,” He Hansheng breathed a sigh of relief. “It shouldn’t be targeted at us; it’s just for safety.”

"In this case……"

He Hansheng pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "The plan has changed. We'll detonate it in stages. First, we'll detonate the gasoline compartment to create chaos, then we'll concentrate our fire on the shell compartment. We'll send someone with explosive charges to approach the compartment and detonate the explosives at close range."

“Old Gun, you stay here and operate the main detonator.” He Hansheng pressed down on the intelligence officer who was trying to get up. “That’s an order.”

"Yes, Captain," Old Gun replied in a low voice, his tone filled with resentment.

"Clang, clang," as the train fully entered the ambush zone, more than a dozen figures suddenly appeared on both sides of the canyon.

Before the Japanese machine gunners could react, the first wave of explosives had already detonated under the third carriage.

A towering inferno instantly engulfed the entire carriage, and burning gasoline flowed down the tracks, forming a wall of fire. "Fire!" He Hansheng fired three shots from his pistol, shattering the windows of the seventh carriage.

The guerrillas unleashed a concentrated barrage of fire on the ammunition carriages like a torrential downpour.

Ken Nishiyama was clearly caught off guard by this move and hurriedly mobilized soldiers to protect the rear carriages.

Just then, Old Gun suddenly jumped out from behind cover, carrying a bomb and rushing toward the railway tracks!

"Old Gun, are you out of your mind?" He Han shouted, but the ensuing machine gun fire made him instinctively duck to avoid it.

"Machine gunner, cover him!" He Hansheng said helplessly.

Old Gun slithered through the hail of bullets, skimming the ground for the last ten meters before finally reaching the carriage.

But his figure had already been spotted by the other party.

Boom! The grenade launcher exploded not far from the old gun, and the huge shockwave sent him flying to the side.

At this moment, Old Gun's chest was riddled with bullet holes, and his lower body was also covered in blood.

But he still struggled to get close to the carriage, and then decisively pulled out the explosive pack from his hand.

"boom--"

The shockwave, more powerful than any previous explosion, shattered the rocks on both sides of the canyon.

The chain reaction of two thousand shells tore the entire carriage to pieces, and burning metal components rained down like meteors.

Everyone's ears simultaneously lost their hearing due to the enormous sound...

"Old Gun," He Hansheng cried out in grief, leading his team out of the cover.

The Japanese squad was hit by the massive impact of the shells, and most of them were killed, leaving the scene in a mess.

Squad commander Ken Nishiyama lay among a group of corpses, covered in blood.

He Hansheng stood in front of the broken carriage. Several guerrillas ran over and shouted, "Captain, we found no supplies. There was only gasoline and shells on this vehicle. It seems that the intelligence we received was wrong."

He Hansheng feigned surprise and said, "What? Never mind, it's too late. Their reinforcements will be here soon. Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the group hurriedly left. At that moment, Xishan Jian's body, which was among the pile of corpses, slowly moved.

The following day, in Shanghai, at the Southern Transportation Department.

Chen Yang had just arrived at the office and hadn't even put down his briefcase when Li Ningyu rushed in in a great hurry.

"Sir, something has happened. The 106th Division ammunition supply truck under the command of Section Chief Matsushima was ambushed by Red Party guerrillas at Qinglong Gorge. Nineteen members of the escort team were killed, four were seriously wounded, and seven were slightly wounded."

"All ammunition has been destroyed, and Section Chief Matsushima has been taken away by the Special Higher Police for investigation."

Chen Yang asked suspiciously, "Take Section Chief Matsushima away? Why?"

Li Ningyu whispered, "I heard that Major Nishiyama, the transport captain, personally heard that the other side locked onto the train with the aim of seizing the 101st Division's supplies."

"That means the vehicle transportation information was leaked three days ago."

"You requested at the last minute that the supplies for the 101st Division be changed to the ammunition for the 106th Division."

"The other side was obviously unaware of this, and as a result, they destroyed the 106th Division's supplies."

"Fortunately, you weren't in charge of this shipment of supplies, otherwise the Special Higher Police would have taken you away by now."

Chen Yang frowned slightly and said, "Major Nishiyama isn't just boasting that he's very good at dealing with the Red Party guerrillas."

"How could you have made such a huge mess?"

"How is he doing now?"

Li Ningyu said slowly, "Thank God, he was lucky and managed to survive."

Chen Yang asked, puzzled, "What do you mean by 'still managed to survive'?"

Li Ningyu said expressionlessly, "I already said, God bless..."

"But his left hand and left foot were blown off; only his right hand and right foot were still usable."

Holy crap, thank God...

(End of this chapter)