120: Chapter 120 Infiltration! Japanese Division Headquarters

The Japanese Division Command Post

In the wine cellar.

Chen Xi put the diary, branded with a cherry blossom pattern, back into the System Space.

He looked toward the corner at the old man who was trembling all over from excitement and grief.

"Professor."

His voice was very calm.

"You must go to a safe place."

Wen Yuanbo paused for a moment, then understood something.

He looked at the coldness in the young man's eyes before him, like an arctic glacier, knowing that what he was about to do was extremely dangerous.

"Child... you..."

"I need you to stay alive."

Chen Xi interrupted him.

"You and that evidence are witnesses to history. Not one can be missing."

Wen Yuanbo said no more.

He just nodded heavily, his turbid eyes filled with trust and entrustment.

...

The night was Nanjing's only mercy.

It used darkness to cover too much bloodshed and sin.

Chen Xi activated his optical camouflage, escorting Wen Yuanbo through the shadows of the ruins.

Along the way, they brushed past Japanese Army patrol teams several times.

The smell of alcohol on the Soldiers' bodies and their unrestrained laughter and curses were clearly audible.

Every time, Wen Yuanbo's heart leaped into his throat.

But Chen Xi, always like a true ghost, calmly led him through this land of death.

Finally, they arrived at Rabe's International Safety Zone.

After solemnly entrusting Professor Wen Yuanbo to the kind German man, Chen Xi did not linger for a moment.

He once again, alone, melted into the endless darkness.

His goal was clear and singular.

The temporary Command Center of the Japanese Army's Sixth Division.

The building that, before the fall, belonged to the highest center of power in this nation.

Now, it had become a demon's lair.

Chen Xi did not approach directly.

He found a half-destroyed church a few blocks away.

He climbed the rickety bell tower with his bare hands.

This was the highest vantage point nearby.

From here, he could overlook the entire Command Center.

When he saw the scene there, even though he had been psychologically prepared, his heart sank.

(A cast iron barrel.)

The main building of the Command Center was brightly lit, as bright as day.

Temporary pillboxes were built at the four corners of the building, their black machine gun muzzles like the eyes of death, watching every direction.

On the roof were two huge searchlights; their brilliant beams crossed and swept, illuminating the surrounding several hundred meters without a single shadow.

Barbed wire was strung along the perimeter wall, with a fixed sentry post every fifty meters.

Inside and outside the wall, three patrol teams of ten men each conducted non-stop patrols at different frequencies and routes.

At the main gate of the Command Center, a Type 94 light armored vehicle was even parked.

The barking of military dogs occasionally came from deep within the courtyard.

[Damn... How do I get in? Fly in?]

[This defense level is more than ten times higher than the perimeter of the Sihang Warehouse, right?]

[Master Xi, maybe we should forget it? This is simply not a place humans can enter!]

["Great Wall" Command Center Military Group requests to speak: Based on current intelligence analysis, the probability of conventional infiltration succeeding is zero.]

The bullet chat in the Livestream room, after a brief silence, was submerged in despair and disbelief.

In the "Great Wall" Command Center, all military experts stood up, staring intently at the screen, their expressions unprecedentedly solemn.

Chen Xi ignored any external noise.

He just lay quietly in the shadow of the bell tower.

Like a lifeless stone.

His eyes had become a scanner of the highest precision, recording everything he saw into his mind.

The frequency of sentry rotation was once every thirty-five minutes.

There was a three-minute blind spot intersection in the patrol teams' routes.

The searchlights swept in a fixed 'figure eight' trajectory, but there was a 0.5-second pause at the intersection points of the trajectory.

Time passed second by second.

Chen Xi lay there, motionless.

From deep night until dawn.

He watched four complete rotations of guards.

He etched all the patterns into his bones.

In his mind, on the system channel, the experts from the "Great Wall" project team were also calculating frantically.

[Building structural blueprints have been retrieved, original design drawings are being compared with the actual scene for 3D modeling...]

[Modeling complete. Three potential structural weak points found, but all have been reinforced later.]

[Japanese Army communication frequency analysis in progress... Unable to decrypt, using the latest German encryption system.]

[Thermal imaging scan activated... Over three hundred life signals inside the building, concentrated in three areas, unable to determine the exact location of the target archive room.]

Analysis results came one after another.

Each one made people's hearts sink a little deeper.

Old Long looked at the data on the screen, remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke.

"Ghost."

His voice sounded directly in Chen Xi's mind through the encrypted channel.

"Give up."

"This has already exceeded the scope of the mission. We cannot let you make a futile sacrifice."

"The evidence brought back is already enough. We will find other ways..."

Chen Xi did not reply.

His gaze was still locked tightly on the building as bright as day.

He slowly raised the slingshot in his hand.

He did not load a projectile.

He just opened the scope, manufactured with future technology, which could serve as a high-powered telescope.

Through the scope, he could even see the white breath exhaled by a Japanese Army Officer on the main building's balcony due to the cold.

In his mind,

Flashed the photo of two demons grinning at the camera, leaning on their swords.

Flashed the boastful text in Sato Kenji's diary about the "Hundred Man Killing Contest."

Flashed the look in the eyes of the historian when he trembled and said, "This is more important than my life."

He slowly moved the scope.

He placed the crosshairs over the huge, dazzling Sun Flag fluttering in the wind on the roof of the main building of the Command Center.

Then, in a tone so calm it was chilling, he spoke softly to the Livestream room, and to himself.

"Are you ready?"

"Let's go and take back what should belong to us."