Costume Mountains and Rivers

Mo Qinghe couldn't believe her eyes, she stood there for a moment, dragged Shen Peinan to the shadow of the corner of the stairs, and said anxiously in the lowest voice: "This place is too dangerous, you should go back!"

He completely forgot that in Shen Peinan's eyes, as a little actor who knows a little bit about righteousness and wears gold and silver to accompany others to have fun every day, he is far from qualified to say such things, but he can't take care of much at the moment. He pushed away, longing to push him out of the building and hide in the fig bushes outside.

Shen Peinan was amazed at Mo Qinghe's performance as if he was protecting a baby, so he turned around and pressed him against the wall with his body weight so that he could not move, and whispered in his ear: "The battle just now was very neat. Dare to be a hero to me."

The air current aroused by the words made people itch all over. Mo Qinghe blushed. Just as he was about to speak, Shen Peinan put a finger on his lips, pointed to the top of the stairs, and signaled that he was in a critical situation and had no time to argue, so he scratched again. He raised his hand, put his palm on his face, and said in a low voice: "Hands are so cold, are you afraid of killing someone for the first time?"

Mo Qinghe's cheeks were hot, she turned her head and nodded.He didn't want to expose the fear along the way, but at this moment, in Shen Peinan's arms, with his chest against his chest, as if he was in a warm nest isolated from the world, if it wasn't for the smell of dust in his nose, he would have almost forgotten about the assassination Task, indulge in untimely tenderness.

He gave up his soldier's self-esteem, put his arms around Shen Peinan's strong and warm waist, and answered honestly: "It's like a nightmare, I'm almost scared to death." After speaking, he raised his head and gave him a look, "There are still people pretending to be ghosts. "

Shen Peinan leaned closer, and the two hugged for a while in the dark. Feeling that Mo Qinghe's mood had stabilized, he let him go, said softly, let's go, and re-entered the state of preparation for battle.

The old stairs were unbearable, so in order to reduce the noise, they had to split up. Mo Qinghe took the stairs on the left, Shen Peinan took the right, they turned off the flashlight, and slowly moved towards the second floor in the dark.

Mo Qinghe's heart was mixed with joy and sorrow. The joy was that Shen Peinan was willing to accompany him deep into the tiger's den, probably not completely ruthless. At the critical moment, a mistake was deliberately made to give Jiangshan a chance to escape.

His marksmanship and fighting spirit were taught by Shen Peinan himself, but they could only be used to disappoint him. Thinking of this, Mo Qinghe felt infinitely guilty.

The more you go up, the less you can smell the rotten smell of the house, and it is replaced by a gradually thicker bloody smell, as if a bloody battle has just been experienced nearby.Unknowingly reached the second floor, the two hid one left and one right at the intersection of the stairs and the corridor on the second floor, exchanged a look, and with the help of the cover of the wall, they vigilantly probed to observe the movement around them.

"Click." Suddenly there was a slight sound under his feet. Mo Qinghe's hair stood on end, and he hurriedly lowered his head to look at the nearby floor. A metal shell.

Picking up the bullet casing and sending it to his nose to smell, Mo Qinghe was almost nauseated by the strong smell of blood. He immediately turned his head and gestured at Shen Peinan. As he guessed, this is where the third child and the Japanese soldiers clashed. Somebody was hit by a major artery, and blood flowed all over the ground, but the body of the third child was nowhere to be found.

Only then did the two deeply feel the danger, the relaxed mood just now disappeared without a trace, and they hid behind the wall with 12 energies.

This western-style building adopts a structure similar to that of an office, with stairs as the center, a long and dark corridor leading to both ends, and a small window at each end as the only source of light. Gray and decadent, the shadows of the trees outside the window sway like ghosts, because the surroundings are too quiet, the sound of rustling rain and dripping water from nowhere can be heard very clearly.

There are rooms lined up on both sides of the corridor, and all the doors are closed. The two of them are currently in the middle of the corridor, listening carefully, and can hear the subtle sounds of someone talking and the footsteps of patrolling back and forth. In the side corridor, there are two black figures standing against the wall. The outline of the helmet on the head is obvious. They are the Japanese soldiers in charge of guarding.

Mo Qinghe raised his gun to aim, but was stopped by Shen Peinan. He pointed at his ear and shook his hand, indicating that he could not shoot to attract the attention of the people in the room. Then he wiped his hand on his neck and cut his throat.

"Assassination?" Mo Qinghe asked with her mouth. This is almost an impossible task. The key to an assassination lies in the enemy's being able to hide from the enemy, but this corridor is so bare that there is almost no place to hide.

Mo Qinghe objected, and suddenly smelled a faint smell of tobacco. It turned out that the two Japanese knew that reinforcements would be coming soon after dawn, so they calmly lit their cigarettes and smoked. They talked a few words in Japanese, and one of them uttered After a burst of laughter, he trotted with his trousers in his hands, flashed into the toilet to pee, the other complained a few words, tightened the rifle behind his back, walked to the small window, opened the window and smoked in the corridor.

This is the best time, Shen Peinan's eyes showed murderous intent, he took out his dagger and prepared to step forward, Mo Qinghe was faster than him, put one hand on his shoulder, turned his head and mouthed: "I'll go, you cover."

Shen Peinan also responded with mouth shape: "Are you crazy? Wait here!"

So far this little bird's performance has been far beyond expectations, Shen Peinan wanted to terminate his right to act, how could he be willing to entrust him with such a dangerous task, the two pushed and shoved and fought, Mo Qinghe saw the passage of time, His anxious eyes were about to burst into flames, he pressed the point of the knife against Shen Peinan's throat, and while he had the upper hand, he slammed the blade back, like a swift and silent gust of wind, flashed out from behind the wall, tiptoed towards the Japanese soldiers Pounce on the back!

It seems that someone has set the clock forward, and it seems that they have entered the tunnel of time and space. The door panels on both sides quickly retreated backwards. In the shaky field of vision, only the back of the helmet is particularly clear, like a poisonous snake dereliction of duty, waiting to be captured by the hunter.

The corridor was endlessly long, and a gust of cold autumn wind blew in, making a whistling sound. The smoking Japanese soldier shuddered, held the cigarette in his mouth, and rubbed his arms up and down to keep warm. The thorn was on his back, and the moment he turned around with the gun, the ghostly figure had already arrived. Mo Qinghe repeated his old trick, locking his mouth and nose with one hand, holding the dagger horizontally with the other, and pulling it hard on his neck!

The knife was out of control due to intense tension and too much hatred. Mo Qinghe heard the creaking sound of the blade rubbing against the bones, and the buzzing in his mind was about to explode his head until the Japanese soldier's body softened. Still in a dizzy state, he repeatedly cut with the knife unconsciously. When he came back to his senses and looked down, it turned out that the other party's neck bone had been broken, and blood from the carotid artery kept splashing out of the small window, pouring on the fig tree downstairs. There was a crackling sound on the leaves.

Mo Qinghe's hands were covered with blood, cold sweat once again drenched her clothes, all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away, only her own heavy panting remained in her ears, her legs softened, and she knelt and sat hugging a dead body that was about to be separated. on the ground.

"Hey!"

Suddenly there was a shout from behind, followed by the click of a bullet being loaded, Mo Qinghe turned her head violently, only to see the Japanese soldier who had escaped into the toilet facing him with a gun, and his index finger was about to pull the trigger!

Life and death were at stake for a moment, but his brain temporarily stopped thinking due to panic, and his body rolled mechanically to one side. However, no one could dodge the bullet no matter how fast he was. He knew there was no hope, and facing the corridor, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

It seemed as long as a few quarters of an hour, and it seemed that only a moment passed. The imagined gunshots did not ring out. Mo Qinghe opened his eyes, only to see the Japanese soldier was imprisoned all over his body, struggling with all his strength, and a tall black shadow made no sound. Standing behind him, under the dim light of the sky, Shen Peinan's face was as stern as that of an arhat enshrined in a temple. He locked the shoulder of the Japanese with one arm, clasped his jaw with the other, and twisted it hard with a click. Broke his neck!

This set of movements was done in one go, and the performer didn't even change his expression, as if what was broken was not a human neck bone, but a fresh sugar cane.

Shen Peinan threw the body of the Japanese soldier into the toilet cubicle and hid it. When he came out, he found Mo Qinghe pale and sitting on the ground leaning against the wall to rest. over."

Mo Qinghe narrowly escaped death, and the fear accumulated all the way was suddenly released, almost making him lose his ability to react. After a while, he threw forward, pressed his forehead against Shen Peinan's thigh, rubbed it through the thin cloth, and repeated softly: "Let me rest!" For a while, let me rest for a while."

After all, he hadn't reached the state of being refined into steel. After several crises, he finally showed his timidity, holding on to the only spiritual pillar and not letting go.Shen Peinan was both distressed and amused, leaned over and touched his face to comfort him: "It's beautifully done, a hundred times better than all the bastards I brought together."

Seeing that the little bird was terribly frightened, he really wanted to recite some movie lines to coax him, such as "You are as cute as the moonlight tonight", or "I love you from the bottom of my heart", but unfortunately he has never coaxed anyone. This aspect is very thin-skinned, and after thinking about it, I still can't let go of my arrogance, so I had to use the old method, and said to Mo Qinghe with a straight face: "Is this posture inviting me?"

His voice was too low, Mo Qinghe couldn't hear clearly, thinking that he might have made a mistake, he asked back with a trembling voice, "Huh?"

Shen Peinan put on a tight face, pretending to be serious and said: "Stop rubbing, you will be responsible for starting the fire."

It turns out that he has always been the absolute master in sexual matters, and when he is at home, he likes to let Mo Qinghe kneel down and masturbate for him. At this moment, he saw that the little bird was tired, hugging his legs, which looked like a secret bed for two people. It's a game, I can't help but say it to tease him.

Mo Qinghe looked up at him, suddenly understood what he meant, blushed, let go of her hands and turned her head to curse: "Dirty."

Shen Peinan leaned over and kissed him, her tone full of victor's joy: "You love me no matter how obscene it is, I don't mind being a little more obscene."

他凑到莫青荷耳畔，一句句说些不堪入耳的情话，听得莫青荷一时咬牙想揍他，一时甜蜜的想亲吻他，如此反复几次，占据脑海的恐惧感竟渐渐消散， Stiff limbs also began to regain feeling.

Seeing his eyes shine again, Shen Peinan stopped joking, and together with him hid the corpse of the Japanese soldier in the toilet cubicle. After some busy work, the two hid behind the door, stuck their heads out to observe the surrounding situation, and suddenly heard the sound of the stairs. There were rustling human voices, and it was the inevitable subtle sound when many people were in action.

Mo Qinghe was startled, and immediately thought of the Hebei man he met in the alley, secretly thinking that the comrades who were ambushing nearby couldn't hold back and followed up in person?

Shen Peinan also frowned vigilantly, exchanged glances with Mo Qinghe, and the two raised their guns to look out at the same time, only to see that there were indeed people poking their heads at the stairs, and there were quite a few people. It was Sun Jicheng in a white coat.

Shen Peinan cursed in a low voice, and gestured for them to gather together. The well-trained soldiers moved from the stairs one by one. After a while, they lined up to re-arrange their positions, and started searching door by door.There was no mistake this time. In less than 5 minutes, the hiding place of the remaining four Japanese soldiers and the traitor Jiangshan was determined.

At this time, the most suitable night of wind and rain for killing people is over, and the morning light covers the entire corridor. Mo Qinghe pressed her ear to the door panel, and heard someone talking and laughing inside. It seems that the Japanese have not heard the gunshots, thinking that the enemy has given up. Search and arrest, so they are waiting for reinforcements with peace of mind, trying to retreat safely.

At this point in the action, it is completely possible to officially declare war. Sun Jicheng regained control of the overall situation, divided the soldiers into groups, and assigned tasks one by one.Mo Qinghe had other goals hidden in his heart, so he naturally applied to join the battle with the team, while Shen Peinan took a few soldiers to retreat to the rear to rest in consideration of personal safety.

The last battle broke out. The first group of soldiers was in charge of the charge. The leader kicked open the door and threw an American smoke grenade, which fell under the table where the Japanese soldiers were sitting. There was a muffled sound, and before the white mist had completely diffused, Mo Qinghe turned into the room first to find cover, holding the suppressed pistol tightly in her right hand.

The second group acted as cover fire, and suddenly there was loud gunshots, and the small room fell into a melee, with white smoke everywhere, only the bright and dazzling flames of the bullets fired by the rifles.

Mo Qinghe occupied a favorable position in the center of the room, and he could barely see the situation on both sides clearly through the smoke. He saw that the four Japanese soldiers were already fighting a trapped beast. Between the eyebrows of a National Army soldier at the door!

However, the moment he pulled the trigger, he suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt, and involuntarily shifted the aiming point, and the bullet ejected, only breaking the soldier's right hand holding the gun.

The wailing from the soldiers plunged Mo Qinghe into indescribable pain. He clearly remembered that the other party ran with him, took the same train, and even joked together, but he could only tell himself that this was an attempt to drive all comrades to death The villain, and then mechanically pulled the trigger, depriving three teammates of their fighting ability in a row.

Due to the appearance of internal thieves, his own firepower stagnated a little, Mo Qinghe seized the opportunity to turn around, and saw a vague shadow had retreated to the window consciously. One shot smashed the glass, and another shot hit the figure's left shoulder.

The bullet had a large caliber, and the opponent was controlled by the huge energy, and his feet were off the ground and he fell backward through the window.

Mo Qinghe fulfilled his promise and forced Jiang Shan out of the window alive. He fumbled back to the door and assumed the same offensive posture as everyone else, but tears couldn't stop flowing out.

In a blink of an eye, the smoke cleared, and the four Japanese soldiers were beaten into sieves. He followed the team out of the room, saw Shen Peinan waiting at the stairs, suddenly lost control of his emotions, ran forward a few steps, and hugged him fiercely.

He couldn't hear Sun Jicheng's voice reporting the battle situation, couldn't hear Shen Peinan's angry cursing, and couldn't hear soldiers passing by, rushing down the stairs to chase the traitor Jiang Shan who "came through the window and ran away", a voice in his heart said, no People noticed you, and whether the comrades took away the country is not a topic you should care about. However, he was not at all happy. He just hugged Shen Peinan as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and kept repeating in a low voice: "Don't move, let me hold you!" a while."

Shen Peinan didn't have time to pay attention to what he was muttering. Hearing that four soldiers were injured, Jiang Shan's life and death were uncertain, and he was so angry that he wanted to kill Sun Jicheng on the spot to vent his anger. He turned around and was about to follow the team to pursue him. Only then did he realize that Mo Qinghe was like a stick The plaster couldn't be pushed away, and I was agitated for a while, grabbed his hair and slapped him with a raised hand, cursing: "Don't get in the way of his mother's trash, if you don't get out, I will kill you too!"

One side of Mo Qinghe's cheek was in pain, and he was forced to let go of his hand. He watched Shen Peinan turn around and stride downstairs without feeling a trace of grievance, and even hoped that he would hit him harder, so as to relieve the heavy sense of guilt in his heart.

The team withdrew quickly, and the last ones left were the wounded soldiers. A soldier had three fingers cut off by Mo Qinghe's cold gun. He gasped in pain. Seeing him standing there in a daze, he stopped on purpose and tried to comfort him. : "Master, when he is in a hurry, he will swear at others... Hiss... We are all used to it, so don't be sad."

Mo Qinghe nodded mechanically, forced a wry smile, and told everyone to ignore themselves, took two steps back and sat on the ground against the wall.

The chaotic gunshots seemed to be still in his ears, and the feeling of pulling the trigger seemed to be still in his hands. Mo Qinghe was in pain and confused, covering his ears with his hands, staring blankly at the ground in a daze.

As if after a long period of silence, one hand pressed lightly on his shoulder. Mo Qinghe thought it was the wounded soldier just now, and felt ashamed to face him. Come."

The man didn't move, stopped for a while, sat down next to him, and said softly: "I raised a bunch of waste, and I scolded only one worthwhile one. Let me look up, does it hurt?"

Mo Qinghe raised her head abruptly, just as she met Shen Peinan's gaze, her throat suddenly choked up, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence after opening her mouth several times.

Shen Peinan usually looks down on men who take revenge on their lovers. Just now, when he was angry, he slapped Mo Qinghe like a soldier. Afterwards, he walked and thought about it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he ran back to apologize as soon as he left the mansion.

He always only picked bad things about Mo Qinghe, never revealed a single truth, and didn't know what to say when he made a special trip to seek peace. You have to listen to something, otherwise I will continue to scold you, and it took me more than 30 years to get a wife, and if I scold you and run away, it will blow my lungs."

This unintelligible comfort confused Mo Qinghe, looked up at him, and answered blankly: "So?"

Shen Peinan looked away, pretending to be cold and said: "So you have to be obedient and don't be angry with me."

Mo Qinghe's pain of betraying his teammates was washed away by these two words, and he burst out laughing. Seeing that his expression was relaxed, Shen Peinan felt that his comfort had achieved his goal, and immediately returned to normal, pushing hard on his forehead. Put, scolded: "Spend so much money to support you, and give me a face at every turn, what a fucking loss."

Mo Qinghe was concerned about Jiang Shan's life and death, and immediately asked him about it, and learned that Jiang Shan had disappeared when everyone chased him down the stairs, and at the same time, he found traces of someone ambushing in the nearby flowers.Shen Peinan suspected that the traitor had been robbed, so he had already sent soldiers in plain clothes to search for them, and additional troops were deployed to guard the various roads in and out of Tianjin Wei.

There are too many things to do recently, making people breathless, Mo Qinghe tugged at Shen Peinan's clothes, and sighed: "Let me sleep for a while, I'm so tired."

Shen Peinan rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch, shook his head and said, "I don't have time, come with me." He turned his head and glanced at the bright sky outside the window, "A Japanese gendarmerie heard the news, and they are on their way now, everyone They have already withdrawn separately, and I will take you back to Peiping."

Mo Qinghe opened her mouth wide in shock, and choked out a sentence for a long time: "Why didn't you fucking say it earlier?!"