"Send a telegram to Yan Wudao, asking them to unite with those Korean guerrillas to block the road leading to the outside world in Seoul first, and then make a posture of besieging Seoul to lure the Japanese army to rescue Seoul, and then find an opportunity to fight their ambush to make the momentum bigger." Watching the last ships transporting soldiers leave the docks, Zhao Zhi sent a telegram to Yan Wudao, who was far away in Korea, to start the operation, and at the same time another telegram was sent from Zhao Zhi's headquarters, but the other party who received the telegram was a hidden infiltrator unit hidden in the Japanese mainland.

Zhao Zhi has only given them two missions so far to train the infiltrators and send them to the Japanese mainland, but as the Japanese Defense Agency began to increase the screening of returning expatriates, only about 1,500 of the thousands of infiltrators sent by Zhao Zhi to Japan were still alive. "Watanabe-kun, bring me another glass of wine." Onii, a drunken and disabled veteran, slapped a crumpled bill on the table, and Ishii, the owner of the tavern, took the already clumped bills and pocketed them, and pushed a glass of wine to Onii.

Onii is a frequent visitor to this tavern, and most of the ** who often come here to borrow wine to kill their sorrows know this disabled veteran, but Onijing does not like to brag about his experience of fighting like other disabled veterans, so the drinkers are rarely willing to chat with Onijing. "Haha, it's better not to drink it yet, I drank a little too much today, I'll quit first." The drunken Onii drank only half a glass of wine, but poured the remaining half of the wine on the ground. Apparently unintentionally, he glanced at the tavern owner Ishii, and the rickety onii limped open the tavern door and disappeared into the night.

Like the veteran Onui, the owner of the tavern, Ishii, is also a man of few words, and sends off the last drinker, and Ishii hangs a sign outside the tavern that it is closed. Back in the room where he slept, Ishii took out the banknote that had been clumped by the onii, listened carefully to the movement outside, and made sure that it was safe Ishii opened the lump of banknotes and took out a small note from inside. "Three days later, Xiaoyue" Ishii looked at the five words on the note and was a little stupid, originally thought it would be some kind of confidential information, but after a long time, there were only five inexplicable words.

After looking down and thinking for a while, Ishii suddenly opened his mouth and laughed silently, and the smile was very arrogant. Three days later, it was July 7th, which was the day when Japan started the war of aggression against China in 1937, and the place where the war broke out was the Lugou Bridge in Wanping, and there was also a white marble tablet with the inscription of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty in the stele pavilion east of the Lugou Bridge, and the Xiaoyue on the note should refer to the Lugou Bridge. Seeing that Xiaoyue is going to be at dawn, this should be the time of action, and these five words are linked to the content of intelligence, and three days later, that is, at dawn on July 7, the operation will begin.

After finding the answer represented by the five words on the note, Ishii turned off the light and went to sleep, but lying on the thick mattress, Ishii couldn't sleep. Finally staying up until dawn, Ishii, who got up early as usual, pushed his old bicycle and went fishing at the beach. Staring at a pair of bloodshot eyes, Ishii on a bicycle first went to the tofu shop on the corner to order the tofu he needed today, and then whispered a few words to Miura, who was on night duty at the police station, before going to the beach to fish.

Ishii is not the only fisherman on the beach, Japan's continuous conscription has caused a large amount of idle land, and the government has asked the people to cut back on food and clothing to support the front line with the saved food and materials, so there are not a few Japanese families who do not have enough to eat. It's close to the sea, so people with poor families or many children often come here to fish, and Ishii knows many of them. After fishing for a morning, and taking the four sea fish he had harvested today, Ishii went home to cook, sea fish, kimchi, and radish cakes, and after Ishii had a full meal, he went down to the cellar in the yard.

Removing the jar of wine from the cellar, Ishii dug open the soil and took out a sealed iron box from the pit. Spreading out the tarpaulin, Ishii calmly took out the submachine gun, pistol, grenade and spare magazine in the iron box. After carefully wiping these weapons and ammunition, Zhang Chun, who goes by the pseudonym Ichiro Ishii, finally took out two silver-white cylindrical hand-thrown incendiary bombs from the iron box. This is the most lethal weapon in the last batch of materials received by the infiltrator troops, once the hand-thrown incendiary bomb is detonated, it is all within a radius of ten meters, and it is not easy to extinguish.

"Sanwazi, don't worry, my brother will come down to accompany you soon." Zhang Chun stayed in the cellar for an afternoon, and then opened the door as usual, he had lived like this for three whole years, and the day of revenge finally came, Zhang Chun felt a little bored. The onii who came to drink every day did not appear, and occasionally a drinker asked about the onii, and Ishii just shook his head and said that he didn't know, but Ishii did see Miura in a police uniform.

Miura, who rarely came to the tavern, stayed until the end, and when he left, he walked with a bag, which looked heavy and looked heavy. From the day he received the information, for three days, Ishii continued to live as usual, but on the night of the third day, the veteran Onii, the policeman Miura, and the owner of the tofu shop, Michiko, all came to Ishii's tavern.

"I'll slaughter them all, and I'll treat them as interest." Miura, who was supposed to be on night duty at the police station, took a rag and wiped the blood spots on his shoes, and the smell of blood emitted from his body stimulated Zhang Chun and others to breathe heavily. Niu Daman and Zhang Chun, who are pseudonyms Miura, are all lurkers, and they are all villagers in the Northeast, Zhao Zhi gave them the opportunity to avenge their family and friends, so they came to Japan without regrets, and today is the day of their revenge.

"Our ultimate goal is to provide target guidance for the bombardment, and the time is one hour before dawn." Onii looked at the watch on his wrist, "It's 10 o'clock at night, there are still 6 hours before we send the guidance signal, the second group is responsible for signaling, and the task of one of us is to cause a riot to lure the garrison of the port to come over to quell the chaos, and buy time and opportunity for the second group." The weapons and ammunition that were maintained every day were distributed to everyone by Zhang Chun, and the cleaned police uniforms were also worn on their bodies, and they looked at each other, and Zhang Chun and the four of them laughed tacitly and walked out of the tavern and disappeared into the night.

At two o'clock in the morning, less than 5 kilometers from the port of Nagasaki, a fire broke out, and the sky was turned red by the fire of a Japanese-style wooden building. The panicked Japanese civilians crowded together in a panic to look at the burning building, which was their home, the place where they could live, but now it was gone, their house was burned by the fire, and there was no home. "Let's do it" Zhang Chun, who was standing in the corner, glanced at the other three, pulled out a submachine gun from his bag and shot at the Japanese.

The silence was broken by the sound of gunfire like fried beans, and the Japanese civilians who were huddled together to cry without tears fled desperately in the opposite direction of the gunfire like a frightened flock. "Hahaha, it's really fucking happy, the Japanese who killed all these dogs to avenge the villagers and my father." Niu Daman smiled and chased after the fleeing Japanese, the fire grew bigger and bigger, and the number of dead and wounded Japanese increased, the fire, gunfire and explosions pierced the night sky, and the Japanese troops stationed in Nagasaki Port finally sent troops to the rescue.

"Let's go, let's go and order a few more fires, the Japanese soldiers are coming soon, we have to be ready." In order to ensure that they could successfully attract more Japanese soldiers to pursue, Zhang Chun and the others did not plan to continue to live when they left the tavern. As long as you can avenge your family, relatives and friends, even if you take their lives now. While driving the ordinary Japanese people in the direction of Nagasaki Port, Zhang Chun and the others set fire to the buildings they saw along the way, and with the arrival of the morning breeze, the fire that was already completely uncontrollable became bigger and bigger.

"It's almost time, and I don't know if the second group has succeeded." Zhang Chun threw the torch in his hand into a street-side shop, then stood on tiptoe and looked in the direction of Nagasaki Port. Now the time is already 3:40 in the morning, 20 minutes away from the scheduled signal, only the last 20 minutes, Operation Xiaoyue will begin, but Zhang Chun doesn't know if the four of them still have a chance to see the implementation of Operation Xiaoyue with their own eyes, because he has already seen the convoy driving in the distance, and the headlights that cut through the night are too conspicuous.

The first truck with the "boom" burst into a ball of fire, and the entire truck was engulfed in flames, and several Japanese soldiers with flames on their bodies jumped out of the car with a howl. "I'll give you another taste" Niu Daman, who was hidden in the night, threw the last hand-thrown incendiary bomb on his body, targeting the truck at the back of the line, "boom" the truck ignited a fire, and then rushed down the roadbed and planted in the rice field next to the road with a crooked head.

Zhang Chun and the three of them used submachine guns to shoot at the Japanese soldiers who jumped out of the truck, but the number of Japanese soldiers who arrived was too large, and Zhang Chun and the four of them could only fight and retreat as much as possible to lure these Japanese soldiers in the opposite direction of Nagasaki Port. "Let's go, let's go, leave me alone, let's go." Hu Xiuhua, who is known as Michiko, pointed a pistol at her temple, and it was impossible for her to follow Zhang Chun and them to continue to retreat after being hit by bullets in two legs.

"We're a group, how can we leave you alone." Working together to drag Hu Xiuhua off the roadbed, Zhang Chun and the three of them relied on the roadbed to shoot at a large number of Japanese soldiers who were pursuing. The sound of gunfire and explosions lasted for about ten minutes, and the four of Zhang Chun were finally defeated because they were outnumbered, and with an explosion, the four Zhang Chun who were hugging each other were engulfed in flames.