Gu Jinfang was pouring tea for Fuso officer Yamamoto Ichiro. The tea was poisonous, but she took a sip first. Yamamoto smiled, took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp. Three days later, Yamamoto's intelligence network collapsed. No one knew that the gentle military doctor who stayed by his bedside day and night was also the "nightingale" of the underground party and the "poison" of the military commander. When the traitor Du Yuanshan toasted at the celebration banquet, her scalpel was pressed against his lower back. "You hid seven lists. If you hand over the first one, I will let you live for seven more days." In the distance, the muzzle of Shen Huaijin, a major of the expeditionary force, was pointed directly between her eyebrows. Tonight, she wants everyone to understand that in the Cang Mian jungle, the most deadly thing is not bullets, but a woman's disguise.
A burnt smell penetrated the nose, like burnt rubber mixed with rotten flesh.
Lu Shen pulled the gun strap onto his shoulder. The M1 carbine was heavier than he expected.
He stepped on a piece of intestine and the sole of his foot slipped.
The recruit next to him bent over and vomited.
"Don't fucking stand there!" The squad leader roared, his voice bouncing in the charred forest, "Look through the corpses, look for documents, move fast!"
Lu Shen didn't vomit.
He knew he would see dead people before setting out, but he didn't expect there would be so many.
The green uniforms of the expeditionary force and the earthy yellow of Fuso were mixed together, like plasticine crushed by a child.
Most of the tree crowns were burnt bare, and the sunlight came down directly, illuminating every distorted face particularly clearly.
He crossed an arm - on the wrist
