The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 300: Guangren Match Factory under Air Raid: Special Agents Suppress Espionage and Fierce Air

Inside the Guangren Match Factory, Xu Keming's Military Intelligence Bureau special operations team, along with Lei Tao and his men, were engaged in a silent, pincer attack against Japanese spies. Suddenly, a sharp air raid siren pierced the sky, echoing throughout the factory and causing heartbeats to accelerate. "Youming" and the other Military Intelligence Bureau members felt their hearts sink, knowing full well that Chongqing was now shrouded in an unprecedented crisis. The Japanese air raid had begun. Almost immediately, a deep rumble rose from the sky, growing clearer and clearer as it approached. It was the sound of Japanese bombers and fighter planes.

At that moment, five Japanese bombers, escorted by nine Zero fighters, approached Chongqing. Based on Yoshishima Yuko's intelligence, Chongqing's anti-aircraft guns had a range of 12,000 feet, so the bombers began dropping their bombs from above this altitude. Bombs rained down like raindrops, exploding across the city. Flames shot into the sky, and the roar of explosions was deafening. Thick smoke billowed rapidly, enveloping a vast area, plunging the entire city into a sea of ​​fire and chaos.

The Sichuan Army's anti-aircraft artillery units responded quickly, adjusting their guns and firing at the Japanese bombers in the sky. Flames erupted from the muzzles, and shells whistled toward the Japanese planes. In the sky, the flashes of exploding shells intertwined with the flashes of exploding bombs dropped by Japanese planes, creating a tragic and shocking scene.

Inside the Guangren Match Factory, the "Youming" and the Military Control Commission are still working to eliminate Japanese spies. However, their greatest concern is the continued disappearance of the Japanese female spy, Yoshijima Yuko. Her meticulous and ruthless tactics pose a significant threat, potentially dealing a heavy blow to the anti-Japanese movement if not apprehended or executed.

Under the ravages of Japanese bombers, half of the buildings in the city either collapsed, raising clouds of dust; or were riddled with holes, with broken walls crumbling in the flames. The streets were full of ruins and burning debris, and citizens fled in all directions in the smoke, their cries and cries for help intertwined in a heartbreaking way.

At this critical moment, eight I-16 fighter jets deployed by the National Security Force around Chongqing, piloted by Lu Chenggong and others from a squadron of the 4th Squadron of the Chinese Air Force, arrived hastily. Lu Chenggong's gaze fixed intently on the Japanese aircraft, and without hesitation, he charged towards the enemy. Behind him, the other seven fighters followed closely, like a flock of valiant eagles, swooping down on the Zero fighters in the Japanese bomber formation.

The Zero fighters spotted the incoming Chinese fighters and quickly adjusted their formation, engaging in a fierce aerial battle with the I-16s. For a moment, the sky was filled with a deafening roar of engines as the fighters chased and circled each other, leaving trails of contrails crisscrossing the sky. Lu Chenggong piloted his fighter, nimbly weaving between the enemy aircraft, his gaze firm and focused, never missing a single opportunity to attack.

Suddenly, a Zero fighter rapidly approached Lu Chenggong's plane from the side and rear, attempting a surprise attack. Relying on his keen intuition and extensive flying experience, Lu Chenggong quickly pulled the joystick, and his fighter plane soared upward like a flash of black lightning. With a beautiful leap, he successfully avoided the enemy attack. Then, he quickly adjusted the fuselage, utilizing the excellent maneuverability of the I-16 fighter, and with a flip, he circled behind the Zero fighter and decisively pressed the fire button. The flames from the machine gun instantly struck the Zero fighter, and the enemy plane exploded in the air, turning into a fireball, and the wreckage rained down.

Meanwhile, other Chinese fighters engaged in a desperate struggle with the Zero fighters. Some pilots, relying on their superb flying skills, engaged in low-altitude dogfights with the enemy aircraft, while others coordinated with each other, employing pincer attacks and launching fierce attacks on the Zero fighters. In the fierce air battle, fighters from both sides were hit, some plummeting to the ground, leaving long trails of black smoke, while others exploded and disintegrated in mid-air.

The camera shifts back to the Guangren Match Factory, where the fighting has eased somewhat. Military Intelligence Bureau agents and the "Ghost" team work in perfect harmony, eliminating numerous Japanese spies and steadily advancing towards the compounding workshop. Unexpectedly, the situation changes rapidly.

A Japanese spy, lazing about in a factory beam, had assumed no one would attack them while his own Imperial bombers were bombing Chongqing. But just then, he witnessed two of his colleagues: one slashed in the throat with a sharp dagger, blood splattering; the other, his neck broken, his body limp like a rag. Terror gripped him instantly, and he huddled against the beam, daring not to breathe, his eyes wide open with terror and despair.

When he saw those who had killed his colleagues, namely the Military Control Commission agents led by Xu Keming, taking turns to cover each other and preparing to enter the pharmacy workshop to search, he used his hands and feet to climb down from the beam quietly but eagerly, and every movement was filled with panic and tension.

He kept glancing at the group of uninvited guests, fearing they would suddenly turn around and discover him. He crouched down and quickly moved closer to the corner where he had hidden his weapons. Finally, he touched the ISG20 submachine gun. The cold gun body made his panicked heart calm down a little. He took the ISG20 submachine gun, slowly pulled the bolt to load it, and quietly moved to the door of the dispensing workshop. He took a deep breath and

He quickly picked up the ISG20 submachine gun, pulled the trigger, and fired wildly at the backs of the Military Control Commission and others.

"Da da da!" The intense roar of gunfire instantly shattered the brief silence. Sharp bullets whizzed through the air, piercing the unsuspecting crowd like deadly arrows. The three agents walking at the end were instantly struck in the back by multiple bullets, their bodies pounding like sledgehammers.

"Ambush!" Xu Keming reacted quickly, shouting as he dove sideways to the ground, rolling behind a large machine. The machine, reeking of stale oil and cratered with potholes, was his lifeline. He quickly poked his head out, his gaze blazing as he tried to track down the enemy amidst the hail of bullets and the thick smoke. At the entrance to the dispensing workshop, the Japanese spy was firing wildly, the firelight flickering in his hand, illuminating his distorted, hideous features.

Other agents also sought cover. Some hid behind piles of raw material crates, their wood chips flying from the bullets; others hid beside a massive gear train, observing the enemy's movements through the gaps between them. One agent, running for cover, was grazed by a stray bullet on the arm. Gritting his teeth, he endured the pain and quickly ducked to safety. He tore off a corner of his shirt and bandaged the wound, his eyes etched with anger.