The system sent me to fight

Raking his ears and subconsciously turning around, he saw a familiar figure: "Old sister?"

Song Jiayi walked over quickly.

He raked his ears and said again: "Old sister, is it really you?"

Song Jiayi didn't answer but instead asked, "I haven't seen you for a year, don't you even know your old sister?"

Raking his ears and looking at the female reporter in his arms, he asked, "Then who is this person?"

Song Jiayi glanced at her, and said with some disappointment, "This is a colleague from Korea."

At this time, a special forces member proficient in field rescue ran over after hearing the sound.

He immediately squatted down and began to check the female reporter's injuries. After a while, he shouted: "There is still hope, but I must perform an operation on her immediately to take out the bullet in her body!"

The team member picked up the female reporter, placed her on top of a collapsed tombstone, and shouted:

"Captain Song, please be my deputy."

"Hemostatic forceps!"

"Scalpel!"

"tweezers!"

"quick!"

Rake Ears immediately opened a first aid kit and started rummaging through it.

Song Jiayi also bent down, looked at the arm raking her ears with some distress, and said, "You boy, hurry up and bandage the wound, leave it to me here."

He raked his ears and asked, "Are you okay?"

Song Jiayi's brows were erected, and she immediately returned to her original face: "What are you talking about, kid, do you want my mother to kick you again?"

"It's… okay."

Racking his ears gave him instant cowardice.

At this time, Yang Jing also came over.

"Captain Yang, I knew it was you, otherwise how could that boy Song Wen have such great ability."

Yang Jing looked at Song Jiayi with some doubts, and said with a faint smile, "Miss Song, how do you know it's me?"

All the faces of the Special Forces Brigade were heavily painted, and the surrounding light was dim. Even if the two sides stood in front of each other, it was difficult to recognize each other's faces.

Song Jiayi was Song Wen's older sister, so it could be explained that she could recognize her, but Yang Jing was a little surprised to be able to recognize him.

"secret……"

Song Jiayi smiled mysteriously, but did not answer how she recognized Yang Jing's identity.

She is a senior reporter, and she has a deep impression on Yang Jing, not only remembering his face, figure, but even his voice.

Therefore, even if Yang Jing's face could not be clearly seen at this time, Yang Jing could easily guess the other party's identity with Yang Jing's unique bomb-like loud voice.

What's more, Song Wen is just the commander of the artillery battalion. Since he appeared here, it is not difficult to guess that his regiment commander Yang Jing is also here.

"Oh! My God, thank you for saving us!"

"Who are you? Are you a savior sent by God?"

"Thank you so much, thank God, thank my Lord!"

Several western reporters said their thanks, while drawing the word 'ten' on their chests, they asked about Yang Jing's identity.

The only exception was Elena, a reporter from the New York Times, because she also recognized Yang Jing's unique voice.

After that incident in Xuzhou, Yang Jing left an indelible impression in the heart of this beautiful reporter from the United States.

Every time she dreamed back at midnight, she would inexplicably think of Yang Jing and that time in bed.

Yang Jing joked to several foreigners, pretending to be serious and said: "We are not the saviors of the world, but I am indeed sent by God to save you.

God knew you devout people were in danger, so he called me and asked me to come here and rescue you.

So give thanks to your Lord and God if you want to! "

"Thank you for God's arrangement, thank you for your affection..."

"Amen……"

"Amen……"

These western reporters continued to draw the word 'cross' on their chests, silently thanking God and thanking God, Amen.

At this time, the Western reporter who had not spoken all this time suddenly laughed and said, "Commander Yang, you are still so unscrupulous."

"Hahaha!"

Yang Jing laughed, and said: "Where is that, my dear friend from the United States, I didn't expect that we would meet again.

It's just a pity to meet in such a scene. "

Elena stared at Yang Jing with beautiful eyes like autumn water, and said affectionately: "No, no, meeting in this scene is more commemorative, isn't it?"

A woman's sixth sense told Song Jiayi that there must be a secret between Elena and Yang Jing, which made her jealous.

Immediately walked up with a straight back: "Ailianna, do you know Yang Jing too?"

"Yes, Miss Song."

Elena was straightforward, and directly admitted it openly.

Yang Jing is a veteran of Hua Cong, so naturally he couldn't see what Song Jiayi was thinking. Although he was not afraid of her misunderstanding, he still felt the need to explain, so he said, "Miss Elena once gave me an exclusive interview in Xuzhou on behalf of the New York Times."

"Oh, so it is."

Song Jiayi nodded.

But she didn't want to, Elena's next action made her stunned and blew up.

"Yes, I did an interview with Yang in Xuzhou on behalf of the New York Times, and fell in love with her deeply during that interview."

Elena is also like most western women, she is not as reserved as oriental women when it comes to love, and is generally very passionate.

He will also take the initiative to fight for the man he likes.

After finishing the words, he hugged Yang Jing's neck with both hands, and directly gave a hard "boo".

Song Jiayi was completely stunned.

Yang Jing didn't know what to explain, so he immediately shifted, looked at the foreign reporters who were praying and chanting, and urged with a loud voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's almost ready.

Your God and Lord have felt your piety, please leave here with us immediately, otherwise, when the Japanese arrive, it will not be so easy for us to leave again! "

"Yeah, let's get out of here first."

"These Japanese are a group of devoid of conscience. There is nothing they can't do. If it falls into their hands again, it will not be so easy to escape."

Western journalists stopped praying and followed suit.

At this time, the wounded were almost rescued.

Even the warhead from the body of the seriously injured Korean female reporter was taken out, and the wound was simply bandaged.

…………

5 Chapter Ninety Shocked Little Devils

"withdraw!"

Yang Jing gave an order, the wounded and the reporters of the press corps were in front, and the military command agents and special forces were behind.

Soon, everyone left the execution ground in an orderly manner.

They climbed onto the devil's army card and drove south along the highway.

Yang Jing sat in the co-pilot's seat of the lead car, while looking at the map in his hand, he guided the driving route to the driver beside him, Long Yun.

The rest of the military cards followed closely behind, pulling up billows of smoke and dust on the ground.

……

About 10 minutes later, the devil soldiers stationed around followed the fierce gunfire and rushed to the execution ground mass burial site.

The devil officers and soldiers came to the battle site and saw that all the people lying on the ground were their own people, and the enemy had disappeared.

It is worth mentioning that the detainment and execution of the journalists by the Tsukada Squadron were top-secret missions of the Japanese 11th Army. These little devils were not from the Tsukada Squadron, so they did not know what happened here.

"Baga! We're late, damn it!"

The leading second lieutenant of the devil inspected the gun casings and traces of explosives at the scene, trying to find something from it.

Unfortunately, however, he found that neither the shell casings of the guns nor the traces left by the explosives were the mainstream standard equipment of the Chinese army, which made him a little confused.

Afterwards, the little devil reported the situation of the execution ground layer by layer.

……

Japanese 11st Army Headquarters.

After the meeting, the old devil Okamura Ningji did not sleep, but continued to sit in the conference room with Chief of Staff Fujiwara Takeshi and Deputy Chief of Staff Dozo Saito while drinking tea while waiting for news.

At this moment, Takeshi Fujiwara's expression was obviously unnatural.

Because in the past, he was usually by the side of Commander Okamura Neiji, but today Okamura Neiji also left Deputy Chief of Staff Saito Dozo.

This explains a lot of problems.

Okamura Ningji put down the teacup in his hand unhurriedly, raised his right wrist to look at his eyes, and said slightly wrinkled: "More than half an hour has passed, logically, the mission of Tsukada Squadron should have been completed, right?"

Takeshi Fujiwara didn't speak.

Michi Saito, who was sitting opposite him, said three times: "Perhaps the Tsukada Squadron chose a relatively remote location for the execution in order to keep it secret."

Saito Dozo seemed to see the worry in Okamura Ningji's heart, paused and continued: "Your Excellency Commander, don't worry, it's just executing a few lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and the Tsukada Squadron will definitely not make any mistakes."

Okamura Ningji nodded: "That would be the best."

However, almost as soon as the old devil's words fell, a devil's communication staff officer on duty hurried in from outside: "Report to Your Excellency, Commander, something is wrong. All the reporters detained outside the city were rescued by the enemy... "

"Nani? What did you say?"

Okamura Ningji suspected that he had heard wrong, and couldn't believe his ears.

The devil's communication staff reported again: "Your Excellency, the reporters who were detained in the abandoned church outside the city were all taken away by the enemy."

"Buzz!"

This time Neiji Okamura heard clearly, and his head suddenly "buzzed", as if struck by lightning.

After a while, the old devil immediately flew into a rage and said, "Baga! Damn it, what does the Tsukada Squadron do?

A few reporters couldn't be executed, and they were rescued by the enemy!

This damned Tsukada scumbag, I must put him to death! "

The correspondent who reported shook his head, and said helplessly: "Your Excellency, Captain Tsukada Slag, all the imperial troops with the Tsukada Brigade have been destroyed.

This incident was discovered and reported by the Imperial Army of the Watanabe Brigade patrolling outside the city. "

"Baga! Damn it!"

Neiji Okamura gritted his teeth, and scolded angrily: "Under the noses of our Imperial Japanese Army, such a thing happened? Could it be the reporters who were rescued by the agents of the Chinese Military Command?"

The communication staff officer shook his head again and said, "Your Excellency, there is no body of the rescuer at the scene, so the identity of the rescuer cannot be confirmed yet.

"However, the Watanabe Brigade found some German G-43 general-purpose machine gun bullets, and some American Thompson submachine gun bullets and shell casings at the scene."

After a pause, the communications staff said again, "By the way, the enemy not only rescued the journalists at the execution ground, but also attacked the abandoned church where the Tsukada Squadron was stationed.

However, neither the execution ground nor the abandoned church found a dead body of the enemy.

Therefore, according to Major Watanabe's analysis, it is definitely not the ordinary Chinese army that attacked this time. "

Neiji Okamura, Takeshi Fujiwara, and Michizane Saito listened to the communication staff's report, and they were all extremely surprised.

A reinforced squadron, with a total of more than 300 elite soldiers, did not cause any casualties to the opponent under martial law. How terrifying is the combat effectiveness of rescuing personnel?

Surprised for a few seconds, Neiji Okamura was the first to recover. He gritted his teeth and scolded angrily: "Baga, who are these damn rescuers from China?"

Chief of Staff Fujiwara Takeshi analyzed: "The military command agents in China have launched several rescue operations. Will it be them again this time?"

"No, no, no!" Saito Dozo, the deputy chief of staff, shook his head and denied, "Although the agents of the Chinese Army Command are well-trained, they are definitely not comparable to the elite of the imperial army.