Qian Jun looked at Zhang Tianhao leaving and couldn't help but admire Zhang Tianhao's boldness. He actually killed a battalion of An Guojun and killed 45 Japanese military police in the middle of the night last night.
But when I think about it, it seems to be right, after all, it makes sense.
As soon as the order to kill the bandits was issued, the whole of Xinjing, and probably even the entire Northeast within a short period of time, would join in. As long as it was the Japanese army, whether it was a sneak attack or an overt killing, it would all be money.
No one can live with money. Even though they only have forty yuan, they can't stand the Japanese troops everywhere.
Thinking about it, so many Japanese military police died in the city, it seems reasonable.
…
After Zhang Tianhao left here, he walked directly to his home with two bottles of wine in his hand.
But his brows were furrowed, because Qian Jun had just sent news that the night before yesterday, a small group of Japanese troops caused a tragedy in Batailing, and the people of a village were directly massacred by the Japanese troops.
Not a single one of the more than a hundred people was left, and even their houses had been burned to ashes.
As for the corpses, they are even more messy, not to mention women. Women are even worse. The imagination will never be as cruel as the reality.
Moreover, one of the people in his intelligence team went back to Batailing to visit relatives yesterday, but when he got home, he almost went crazy. After all, his home turned out to be the village that was massacred.
The only one who survived was a child in the village who was only eleven years old. He witnessed this tragedy with his own eyes and told him what happened.
After Meng Biao's intelligence officer heard this, he almost went crazy. He buried the bodies of all his neighbors and family members overnight. He ran back to the city early yesterday morning and asked the team leader to avenge his family.
Qian Jun also felt embarrassed for a while. He was still with the leader of the group, so he told him that he would wait for the station leader to make a decision, which would only take a few days. Qian Jun did not bump into Zhang Tianhao last night, so he went there today.
Then he explained the situation again.
But this revenge still needs to be avenged. After all, there is only a small Japanese squadron there, and it does not require many people, only a hundred people at most.
After returning home, Zhang Tianhao took out the map again and started reading it.
As time passed, a trace of anger flashed across Zhang Tianhao's face.
But soon, he put aside all his thoughts. The revenge of his subordinates must be avenged. If he did not avenge his subordinates, he would be really sorry for his subordinates and would make them feel cold.
However, it depends on how this revenge is taken. If you rush over stupidly, you will be seeking death.
…
Qian Jun looked at the leader of the Dead Soldier No. 9 team in front of him. The team numbers were not given in a certain order, but in random order. No one knew about it except Qian Jun and Zhang Tianhao.
There are only 3-4 people in a group. And there are only three people in the No. 9 Dead Soldiers Group. After Zhang Tianhao left, Qian Jun left here directly to find the leader of the No. 9 Group.
"Ayi, take your two brothers and go to Badailing to see the situation there. It's best to go today and come back today. I want detailed information. There is a Japanese team there. Give it to me.
Be careful!"
"Tou, don't worry, I know how to do it!"
As soon as A Yi heard this, he immediately understood what to do, nodded directly, and then directly received some travel expenses and went out.
Qian Jun looked at A Yi who was leaving. He already knew that these things would happen sooner or later. The Japanese were famous for their cruelty. Even if he wanted to solve it, there was no way.
Moreover, such a big operation cannot be carried out without Zhang Tianhao's consent. Attacking the Japanese stronghold is not a small matter.
He knew that Zhang Tianhao must be waiting for him at home to find out the information. Now we are fighting an information war. If he is careful and acts recklessly, the consequences will be disastrous.
Qian Jun looked around, tightened his hat again, walked directly through a small alley, and then went in another direction, while paying more attention to what was behind him.
Now, he cannot expose his identity to his subordinates at will. Except for a few necessary subordinates, or informants, everyone else must reduce contact.
Safety, in the Northeast, always comes first.
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On the street across Taipingqiao Hutong in the north of the city, Zhang Tianhao was sitting on the second floor of Taiping Restaurant. He casually ordered two or three dishes and started eating while drinking.
At noon, he had nothing to do. As for the specific matter, he had to wait for news from Qian Jun. At this point, it was useless no matter how anxious he was, everything was prudent.
Batailing is a mountainous area. Relatively speaking, there is not only a small Japanese army stationed there, but also at least a lot of police.
He also heard Qian Jun's introduction, but now he doesn't know how many police there are there, but there will be no less than twenty or thirty police officers, helping to manage the local mountains and forests, and there are also people in the Batailing area below.
"Zi!"
After taking a sip of wine, it immediately made a sizzling sound.
There was nothing going on today at noon, or until the afternoon, and it was rare for him to give himself a chance to relax. Although there were many things that had to be dealt with by him every day, things were just things, and he had to deal with them seriously.
It is also a rare opportunity to relax.
"Bah bang bang!"
At this moment, he suddenly heard a burst of gunshots, coming from not far away, and he couldn't help but be stunned. After all, at this time, there was something to be chased by the police.
Hearing the sound of gunfire, it was not a 38 gun, but the kind of gun used by the Northeast police. As soon as he heard the gunshot, he knew who it was.
He couldn't help but stretched his head and looked outside, and saw several policemen a few hundred meters away holding rifles and shooting at a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man also fled and fired back with a pistol.
He was just one person, but there were five policemen, more than 200 meters apart. The police's rifles could hit him, but the pistols had lost their effect after reaching 200 meters, or even more than 100 meters.
He was immediately ready to shake his head. After all, at this time, a gunfight broke out on the street. Other police officers and even Japanese military police were expected to chase and round up this middle-aged man soon.
But when he was about to take his head back and continue eating, his eyes suddenly narrowed because he noticed the other person's face, which he seemed to have seen before.
The impression didn't seem to be very deep, and he even recalled it immediately in his mind.
Generally speaking, those who have met him should have a deep impression on him, but this person's impression is quite vague. It seems that he has met him before, but he didn't seem to take it to heart at the time.
"No, I think I met this person last year."
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he immediately remembered,
"It turns out it's him!"
Zhang Tianhao immediately thought of it, seeing that before meeting Lao Hu, he observed Lao Hu for a long time before deciding to meet him, and this person seemed to have appeared in Lao Hu's shop.
And it only appeared once. Zhang Tianhao had been observing for a long time, but it only appeared once, and he was hit by him.
"Is this person an underground party member?"
He had a big question mark in his mind, but after being chased by the police, he decided to help a gang. No matter who the other party was, anyone who dared to be an enemy of the police and knew Lao Hu should not be a bad person.