Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

The second bullet has arrived.

It entered through his left chest and exited through his back.

He also fell down, collapsing onto the person in front of him.

A series of furious roars and sharp whistles rose and fell.

"Enemy attack!"

"Close off the streets!"

"Seal off all exits!"

"Hold the perimeter!"

"No one is allowed to come near!"

Zhou Tianyang had already stored the sniper rifle in his system space.

Without looking back or hesitating, he turned and ran quickly toward the small door.

He rushed down the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the hallway.

But he no longer cared about lowering his voice.

One minute later.

He climbed out of the window and landed in the alley behind the back door.

The alleyway was still deserted, and no one noticed this side.

He walked quickly through the alley with his head down, turned into the side street next to it, and blended into the already chaotic crowd.

Pedestrians on the street were quite frightened by the sudden gunshots and sharp whistles.

Some squatted by the roadside, some ran quickly away from the sound, and some stood at the shop entrance looking around.

No one noticed Zhou Tianyang blending into the crowd, walking briskly south.

He crossed two streets and turned into an alley, with hurried footsteps and sharp whistles coming from behind him.

His pace remained consistently at a steady, unhurried rhythm.

It was neither as fast as if it were running away, nor as slow as if it were strolling.

After crossing another street, he heard a sound in the distance behind him.

Zhou Tianyang didn't turn around and continued walking forward.

He glanced at the street ahead out of the corner of his eye to make sure there was no sign of a checkpoint.

Then he turned sideways into another alley and quickly passed through the low-rise residential area.

When he reached the end of the alley, he slowed down and looked back at the direction behind him.

A few streets away, you can vaguely see several black cars driving towards this direction.

He didn't stop and kept walking forward.

About a minute later.

He crossed a side street and turned into a more densely populated residential area.

As Zhou Tianyang walked through the densely populated residential area, his pace remained unhurried.

He squeezed past two men carrying buckets of water, ducked to avoid a bamboo clothesline hanging across the alley, and didn't pause for a moment.

The whistles from afar behind us had already blended into one.

That was a signal that the Japanese were mobilizing troops to blockade the streets.

Zhou Tianyang did not turn around, but he could judge the speed of the blockade's advance by the direction of the sound.

About seven minutes have passed since he fired the shot.

Seven minutes is enough time for the Japanese rapid reaction force to blockade an area of ​​two or three streets around the East China Expeditionary Army headquarters.

But that wasn't enough to seal off the entire Japanese concession.

It was not enough to block the entire route from the Japanese concession to the western suburbs of Shanghai.

He needs to get through before they blockade him.

There's another side street ahead.

Zhou Tianyang paused at the alley entrance.

Instead of walking straight out, he turned to the side and glanced outside using the shadow of the corner of the wall.

There were fewer people on the street than before. Most people either hid in the shops along the street or walked quickly along the walls away from the Japanese concession.

There were no Japanese soldiers on the road.

But in the distance, you can vaguely see several people dressed in black walking from the other end of the street toward this side.

Without hesitation, Zhou Tianyang slipped out of the alley and walked quickly forward, hugging the eaves of the houses along the street.

He crossed the side street and turned into a narrower alley.

Zhou Tianyang walked quickly through the alley, the map in his mind becoming clearer and clearer.

He needed to cross two streets and then turn onto a side street parallel to the main street leading to the western suburbs.

This was the backup route he had confirmed during his previous scouting trip; it was more than a kilometer longer than taking the main road.

However, there were almost no sentry posts or fixed monitoring points along the way.

As he reached the end of the alley, he heard the sound of an engine coming from a distance behind him.

They are motorcycles, and there's more than one.

Zhou Tianyang neither quickened nor slowed down his pace; his rhythm remained unchanged.

He stepped aside at the alley entrance to let an old man pushing a bicycle pass by, and only turned onto the side road after the old man had passed.

The houses on both sides of the fork in the road were more sparse than those in the alleys.

Some of them look abandoned.

Zhou Tianyang's gaze had already passed over the rooftops in front of him and landed on the distant outline.

That was an area on the western outskirts of Shanghai, a mix of factories, warehouses, and makeshift shacks.

Once he passed through there, he would be out of the city.

More than twenty minutes later.

The sound of motorcycles was getting closer.

They had already closed in from behind, closing to within about two blocks.

Zhou Tianyang's footwork finally changed slightly.

He walked through the last alley, where the road surface under his feet changed from stone slabs to dirt.

The houses on both sides have changed from brick and tile to low earthen walls.

Zhou Tianyang slowed his pace, his gaze sweeping over the factory area.

He stopped in front of a large willow tree and listened to the sounds behind him.

He was about to continue walking forward.

Suddenly, there was a movement behind a clump of weeds that were almost waist-high to the side.

Zhou Tianyang reached for his waist with his right hand, but his movement stopped when he saw the face clearly.

Ma Yong stood up from behind the weeds, his clothes covered in grass clippings and withered leaves, his expression a complex mix of relief and relief.

He didn't speak, but first gestured behind him.

Several figures gradually rose from the weeds and the corners beside the railway tracks.

The guards, dressed in civilian clothes of various colors, were either squatting behind piles of stones or leaning against the walls of abandoned factory buildings.

Everyone was in a position where they could draw their guns at any moment.

"Commander."

Ma Yong's voice was very low.

He walked quickly to Zhou Tianyang and scanned him rapidly.

"Are you alright?"

"no."

Zhou Tianyang's breathing was slightly faster than usual while traveling, but his expression remained very calm.

"The Japanese are blockading the Japanese concession, but the blockade line hasn't been closed yet."

Ma Yong nodded without saying anything unnecessary.

He turned around and gestured behind him, and the guards silently emerged from their hiding place.

There was no commotion; even the sound of footsteps was kept to a minimum.

They quickly formed a loose group behind Zhou Tianyang.

"Walk."

Zhou Tianyang didn't look back at the direction of Shanghai City, and strode westward.

at the same time.

In the courtyard behind Rongji Grocery Store.

Liu Ping sat on a stone bench with an open book in front of him, but he wasn't reading it at all.

It started about twenty minutes ago.

His ears were constantly perked up, listening to the faint sounds in the distance.

Liu Ping put down his book, stood up, walked to the courtyard gate, and listened for a while.

There were people running on the street outside the alley, and hurried footsteps passed by the alley entrance.

Someone else was shouting something in a low voice.

The sounds were mixed together, and it was impossible to make out any specific words or phrases.

But you could feel that panic even through the wall.

He stood at the door and listened for about two minutes.

Then he turned back and gently closed the courtyard gate.

He didn't smile, but the corners of his mouth did loosen a little.

Zhou Tianyang succeeded.

This caused an uproar throughout the entire Japanese concession.

In this chaotic situation, Zhou Tianyang's only hope is to evacuate the Japanese concession before the blockade is closed.

Even if we succeed.