Zhang Yong waved his hand and pulled the second spy over.
Keep beating until you admit it.
"It's us……"
"It's us……"
The spy finally changed his tune.
I feel confused. It doesn't seem like it's a big deal.
Who knows where the oil came from? Since you don’t need to be beaten if you admit it, you must admit it!
"Just say it's you. You're still tough." Zhang Yong waved his hand.
OK, no need to fight.
The spy has admitted it.
They brought it here and prepared to disembark it here.
Sign, stamp, and fingerprint.
Confirm that the confession is correct.
Later, it will be handed over to the Chicken Goose Lane headquarters for archiving.
Then wait patiently.
When all the oil barrels are landed, the number is indeed 500 barrels.
After the tool man sent all the oil barrels to the shore, he immediately retreated.
Zhang Yong gestured, indicating that there was no need to pursue him.
Go up and check.
All are diesel.
Non-flammable. Relatively safe.
"Lin Yifeng."
"arrive."
"Tell someone to bring the radio."
"yes."
Lin Yifeng made arrangements immediately.
Zhang Yong silently observed his surroundings and found nothing unusual.
How to deal with so much oil?
He can't use diesel.
Cars all burn gasoline, trucks only burn diesel.
If he was in Jinling, he could just take him to Dachiaochang Airport. However, this is Hankou. He didn't want to go to Hankou Airport.
For the time being, Hankou is still in the rear. It doesn’t need so much fuel.
It should be what the front line needs most...
Soon, the radio station brought it.
It's the one used by the Yongchang pawnshop spy. The frequency has not been changed to ensure that the other party can receive it.
"Send a telegram."
"Password book..."
"Clear code."
"yes."
"Content: Five hundred barrels of diesel fuel seized from Japanese spies."
"yes."
Lin Yifeng arranged for the report to be sent.
Invent the coded telegraph, and many people can do it.
Just grab anyone and you can send it out.
"Didi!"
"Tick tock!"
The telegram has been sent.
Zhang Yong looked everywhere for a phone number, but there was none nearby.
Yes, we need to go back to the concession.
Okay, let's go back to the concession and make a phone call.
Spread your legs and walk.
…
East China Sea.
Japanese navy Oi light cruiser.
A Japanese communications soldier captured the signal and hurriedly copied it. When he found that it was in clear code, he immediately translated it.
Then he presented it to a communications lieutenant. The communications lieutenant frowned after reading it. He gave it to a communications major. The communications major took the telegram and went directly to the formation commander Suga Hikojiro.
"Sir, there is a clear telegram."
"What content?"
"Five hundred barrels of diesel fuel seized from Japanese spies."
"Nani?"
Suga Hikojiro reached for the telegram.
Spies and the like are not important. However, 500 barrels of diesel are more sensitive.
The Navy has always been troubled by oil. It is trying every means to increase its oil reserves. He knows that. A large part of military expenditures is also used to purchase oil.
"Which part?"
"Army Red Deer."
"idiot!"
Suga Hikojiro was anxious and angry.
Army waste red deer!
Since the Chinese have seized oil! Diesel!
There are still five hundred barrels!
Damn it!
Even if you die ten thousand times, it's not enough! You're a waste! You're a loser!
Five hundred barrels of diesel is actually not much for the Navy. However, it fully demonstrates the abomination of the Army.
Army Red Deer would rather hide the oil secretly and be captured by the Chinese than hand it over to the Navy. What does this mean? It once again shows that Army Red Deer is the biggest enemy of the Navy!
Every time the Navy asked the Army for fuel, the Army declined and said it didn't have any. It didn't even have enough.
Now, you see, there are so many.
Any more can be seized by Chinese agents! There are still as many as 500 barrels!
God knows how much diesel the Army Red Deer hid?
Five hundred barrels were seized once. What about ten times? What about a hundred times? Who knows how many more have not been exposed?
idiot!
It's tolerable, but it's intolerable.
The behavior of a prodigal boy like Army Red Deer must be reported to the imperial court!
"Report to the Military Command immediately!"
"Tie!"
…
Zhang Yong finally arrived at the concession.
I finally found the phone number and called back to Daqiaochang Airport to find the money commander.
It would be best to report this kind of thing to Commander Qian.
"Commander, it's me, Zhang Yong."
"Oh? Shaolong? Are you back in Jinling?"
"Not yet. I'm in Hankou."
"What's the matter?"
"I seized 500 barrels of diesel fuel from the Japanese invaders and I don't know what to do with it..."
"Diesel? Five hundred barrels?"
"Yes. Right here at Hankou Fisherman's Wharf."
"When did this happen?"
"just."
“A spy has that much diesel?”
"Yes! I was also very surprised. So, I don't know how to deal with it."
"It's easy to handle. Since it was delivered to your door, we are disrespectful. I will arrange for someone to move it immediately. You send someone to guard it."
"OK."
Zhang Yong agreed.
Commander Qian hung up the phone.
"Fortunately there are only five hundred barrels..."
Zhang Yong was thoughtful.
Five hundred barrels is relatively easy to handle.
If there is a cargo ship, one cargo ship can load it all.
For example, Tokawa Maru...
Put down the phone and go back to Fisherman's Wharf. I have to walk again.
After walking for half an hour, we returned to Fisherman's Wharf.
In good condition.
No exception.
Five hundred oil barrels were piled on the shore.
These big things cannot be moved manually. You must use a car or a boat.
Fortunately, they are all diesel. They are not dangerous goods and generally will not explode.
If it were gasoline or aviation kerosene, it would be much more dangerous.
Wait patiently.
Suddenly, another ordinary cargo ship appeared.
There were many people standing on the boat, but the map didn't show them.
Zhang Yong:???
No. What happened?
Another delivery coming?
again?
Sure enough, the ordinary freighter came up again.
Those ordinary tool men began to lay pontoons from the ship, and then rolled the oil drums over one by one.
Spy:???
other people:???
Zhang Yong turned to look at the spy, "You are so generous, and you continue to send fuel..."
"It's not us..." The spy was also stunned.
what's the situation?
Why is there still a ship coming?
Is there any oil coming?
"It's not you, could it be that I arranged it?" Zhang Yong sneered.
Spy:......
Speechless.
Downtime.
I feel like my brain is completely out of use.
Reason tells it that it was definitely not arranged by them. But what Zhang Yong said is right. It could not have been arranged by Zhang Yong himself.
"beat!"
Zhang Yong waved his hand.
Immediately, someone came up aggressively.
"It's us!"
"It's us!"
The spy quickly changed his story.
Zhang Yong then waved his hand and motioned for others to leave.
Okay. Just admit it.
If you admit it, it'll be fine.
Watch quietly as the tool man unloads the goods. The speed is super fast.
In about an hour, all 500 barrels of oil were transferred to the shore. Then the cargo ship drove away.
The main theme is that a dragon comes and goes without a trace. The dragon sees its head but never its tail.
Zhang Yong personally counted the items and found that what was delivered this time was another 500 barrels, all of which were diesel.
I secretly resented it. Why didn’t you send some aviation kerosene?
Maybe it’s not developed yet?
Technology hasn’t been upgraded yet?
Diesel is the easiest oil to refine, followed by gasoline, then aviation kerosene.
Scratch the back of your head.
Okay, keep sending the message. Keep calling.
"Send report."
"yes."
"Clear code. Content: Another five hundred barrels of diesel fuel were seized from the spy."
"yes."
Soon, the telegram was sent,
The big pound light patrol immediately captured the corresponding signal.
Record.
translate.
Give it to the Communications Ensign.
Give it to the communications major.
Finally, he came to Suga Hikojiro again.
"Nani?"
"again?"
Suga Hikojiro's face looked very ugly.
Army Red Deer idiot! Was the oil warehouse ransacked? Another 500 barrels of diesel were seized?
idiot!
How abominable!
Army Red Deer is so stupid!
It is because of these idiots that the Japanese Empire has stopped moving forward!
How much oil do they hide?
Judging from the telegram, it was obviously seized at the same place.
Stupid Army Red Deer!
So much diesel fuel was hidden in the same place!
waste!
big eater!
Well, now everything is in the hands of the Chinese.
It is tolerable, but what is intolerable!
Must complain!
It must be reported to the emperor!
Army Red Deer is making fun of precious oil!
"Report to Military Command!"
"Tie!"
…
Zhang Yong walked back to the concession.
Keep calling. Still calling Commander Qian.
There's nothing I can do. It doesn't seem right to find anyone else.
"Commander, it's me, Zhang Yong..."
"Shaolong, I have already arranged for the ship to set off. Don't be anxious..."
"Report to Commander, I am the one who seized another 500 barrels of diesel from the Japanese spy..."
"again?"
"Yes. The second batch."
"Five hundred barrels too? Diesel?"
"Yes."
"Young dragon..."
Commander Qian was about to speak but stopped.
He seemed to want to say something, but didn't say it.
Finally, thousands of words condensed into one sentence: "Shaolong, you are truly a blessed general!"
"I don't know what the spies are doing. They reserve so much diesel." Zhang Yong responded modestly, "I copied it casually and found it."
"The Japanese are extremely ambitious, plan their plans in advance, and must be careful."
"I understand. I'll keep looking."
"The ship has set off, please wait patiently."
"OK."
Zhang Yong agreed.
Over there, Commander Qian slowly put down the microphone.
Suddenly he smiled and felt happy.
This Zhang Yong is really...
The lucky general among the lucky generals!
They were able to seize the Japanese invaders’ diesel fuel?
This is good stuff!
The upcoming battle plan requires a lot of fuel...
In today's situation, even if you have money, it is difficult to buy it. It needs to be shipped all the way from abroad.
Zhang Yong seized a thousand barrels of diesel twice.
It can solve urgent needs.
Blessed General...
What a blessed general...
"Ah sneeze!"
"Ah sneeze!"
Zhang Yong suddenly sneezed.
I didn’t care. I rubbed my nose and had to go back to Fisherman’s Wharf.
Hey, I should get a bicycle. Otherwise, running back and forth like this would be really tiring.
What a crappy place, there isn't even a phone...
…
Jinling.
Japanese Consulate General.
A communications major came hurriedly to see Isotani Rensuke and handed over a telegram.
"Nani?"
"Oil?"
"idiot!"
Isotani Rensuke was furious.
Five hundred barrels of oil were actually seized!
hateful!
Who did it?
Also, which agency secretly hoarded oil?
There was no report at all?
idiot!
Which bastard is it...
"Ring ring ring..."
"Ring ring ring..."
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Isotani Rensuke picked up the phone in displeasure.
It was Kenji Doihara calling from Shanghai. That guy is hiding in Shanghai.
"Isoya-kun, have you received the clear telegram?"
"What content?"
"It was said that 500 barrels of diesel were seized."
"I was about to ask Doihara-kun what's going on? Do we have diesel?"
"Maybe the telegram is fake?"
"Maybe."
Isotani Rensuke disagrees.
He has had some disagreements with Doihara Kenji recently.
A communications lieutenant hurried over to deliver a new telegram.
The communications major read it and hurriedly handed it to Rensuke Isotani.
"Seized again?"
"Five hundred barrels? Diesel?"
"idiot!"
Isotani Rensuke cursed into the phone.
Kenji Doihara heard it and didn't know what was going on.
"Isoya-kun, are you scolding me?"
"I just received a telegram that another 500 barrels of spy diesel were seized."
"It may not be true..."
"What if it's true?"
"Then let's launch an investigation!"
Doihara Kenji said casually.
Snapped!
Isotani Rensuke hung up the phone.
He was too lazy to say anything more to Kenji Doihara.
Now, he has a big head.
He didn't know who sent the telegram.
However, the frequency of the telegram was something they could receive directly.
In other words, it is the spy's own radio station.
It was seized. Then used to send telegrams.
It may be that the code book was not seized, so the other party deliberately invented the code.
Of course, it may also be intentional. A clear telegram can let more people know. Let more people know that the Army intelligence agency is in trouble.
idiot!
Who is so insidious?
Which intelligence agency does this radio station belong to? Where is it located?
"Someone is coming!"
"Tie!"
"Investigate this matter quickly!"
"Tie!"
…
Zhang Yong finally returned to Fisherman's Wharf.
So tired. Running back and forth. Fortunately, my body has been strengthened. Otherwise, I would have been on the street long ago.
Seeing the densely packed oil barrels, I twisted my mouth.
Diesel is a good thing, but I can’t use it for the time being.
well……
Suddenly, another ordinary cargo ship appeared.
There are also some mediocre tool men standing on it. They are not shown on the map at all, indicating that they do not exist.
Zhang Yong suddenly felt excited all over.
No, there is still a ship coming? And delivery? The third time?
faint!
The system is messed up!
Do you have prostate inflammation? On and off...
Can't it be delivered all at once?
Turn around.
Looking at the spy next to him.
He made a sudden move and punched and kicked the spy.
"Spare my life..."
"You guys are crazy! Delivered three times in one morning!"
"no……"
"Can't it be delivered all at once? How many times must it be divided?"
"no……"
"Tell me, I want to deliver it a few more times!"
"no……"
"Baga! You are looking for death!"
Zhang Yong vented his anger on the Japanese spies. He didn't stop until he was tired.
Mad, I don’t dare to fight the system, so I have to fight a spy. If you don’t admit it after beating you, you are a bitch! Let me see how stubborn you can be...
"It's us……"
"It's us……"
The dying Japanese invaders muttered to themselves.
He had been beaten so hard that he was almost unconscious.
He can only repeat simple words mechanically, passively and numbly...
"It's us……"
"It's us……"
Zhang Yong returned to the shore angrily.
I saw the tool man starting to lay the pontoon again and then rolling the oil drums ashore.
Skillful movements.
Uniform.
Tightly pressed.
It's like a robot.
Oh, they're probably robots...
In about an hour, all the oil barrels were rolled ashore. The efficiency was higher than before.
Then……
Leave in style.
Come really quietly and leave quietly. Don't take away any clouds.
Zhang Yong counted the numbers himself.
This time more was delivered, a total of eight hundred barrels.
Unfortunately, the open space at Fisherman's Wharf is completely occupied by oil barrels. They have almost no place to stand.
Zhang Yong actually started worrying about gains and losses.
look up.
Looking at the gray sky.
At this time, be sure not to let any Japanese planes arrive!
In case the Japanese invaders launch an attack from the air, all these oil barrels will be destroyed. A burst of machine gun fire may...
Oh, it's okay. This is diesel. It won't explode.
But it will all leak into the river, which is equivalent to giving it away for free.
Scratching his head.
Something should be done.
All right.
Mechanical repetition.
"Send report."
"yes."
"Clear code. Another 800 barrels of Japanese diesel were seized."
"yes."
Soon, the telegram was sent.
The Japanese invaders' big number received it immediately. They hurriedly reported it.
"Nani?"
"Another eight hundred barrels?"
Suga Hikojiro could no longer remain calm.
Damn Army Red Deer, how much fuel has it secretly hoarded?
Five hundred barrels were previously seized.
Then another five hundred barrels were seized.
Now another 800 barrels have been seized.
How many is the total?
One thousand eight hundred barrels!
It’s all diesel!
Even if it is used by the navy, it is enough for a light cruiser to use for several days.
Now they all fall into the hands of the enemy!
idiot!
It is tolerable, but what is intolerable!
Must complain!
Complaint!
"Report to the Military Command immediately!"
"Tie!"
…
"Nani?"
"Third time? Eight hundred barrels?"
"check!"
"check!"
Isotani Rensuke was furious.
I wish I could strangle all the spies below to death!
idiot!
waste!
big eater!
If the military knew about it, how could he report it?
Yes, bring along Kenji Doihara!
Many of those intelligence agencies were established by Kenji Doihara! He is the initiator!
It's because Doihara is too stupid that his subordinates are so stupid!
Let Kenji Doihara die first!
idiot!
Damn Doihara!
Hurry and commit seppuku! Look at your idiots!
…
Zhang Yong returned to the concession again with faltering steps.
He felt like he was going crazy. He was being forced by the system.
real.
There is something wrong with the system!
It’s actually delivered in three parts! Can’t it be delivered together?
it's good now……
Where can I buy a bicycle? I want to buy one right away. No matter the price...
Finally, I found the phone number again.
The owner of the phone looked at him doubtfully. His eyes were full of care for the mentally retarded.
No, is there something wrong with you?
Is there anything that cannot be discussed over the phone in one call?
Must they be said separately? Run three times?
Snapped!
Zhang Yong hit out a 10 dollar bill!
Get out of here!
I just like to call you several times. What does it have to do with you?
Believe it or not, I will blow your head off!
Gasp. Call Commander Qian.
"commander……"
"Shao Long?"
"Well, Commander, I have seized another batch of diesel..."
"Yet again?"
"Third batch. Third batch. Eight hundred barrels in total."
"You mean, this is the third time you have seized diesel from the Japanese invaders. This time it is 800 barrels?"
"That's right. Three batches totaling 1,800 barrels..."
"Shaolong, you are truly a blessed general. But, can you finish it in one sentence next time?"
"I……"
"Shaolong, you may have poked the Japanese's lung tube."
"I'm surprised too! I didn't know the Japanese spies had so much diesel. I have no idea what the Japanese invaders are going to do."
"No matter what they want to do, Wen Bai will be very happy. He needs a lot of oil there!"
"I will continue to work hard."
"Okay. I'll arrange a freighter to move it."
"yes."
Zhang Yong agreed.
Commander Qian hung up the phone.
…
"Nani?"
"Another eight hundred barrels were seized?"
"idiot!"
Somewhere. Dark place.
The people hiding in the secret room couldn't sit still.
Who is it?
idiot!
Who is so stupid!
Who is it!
Ahhhh...
Who is it!
…
Zhang Yong returned to Fisherman's Wharf.
So tired.
I feel like I'm about to collapse.
I couldn't stand still anymore. I sat down directly.
Lin Yifeng found him a wooden pier. Zhang Yong sat down on the wooden pier.
Looking at the empty river.
So nervous.
Will there be a fourth batch coming?
Will there be a fourth batch of diesel coming to the system?
sweat……
If so, what should I do?
Another telegram?
Call again?
Let’s wait. Wait until the system has finished delivering the goods.
So, wait patiently.
noon……
Have a meal.
afternoon……
No freighter arrived.
It was not until evening that the elite troops of the national army arrived.
When I asked for the other party's number, it turned out to be the commander of the 51st Division, Wang Yaowu, who was passing through Hankou.
Later, Wang Yaowu arrived in person with his security company.
Zhang Yong:???
Good guy. Another big guy appears!
This Lao Wang is amazing. He is a good fighter and handles things clearly.
Later, the famous 74th Army became famous in the hands of Lao Wang. When Lao Wang was there, the 74th Army was there. When Lao Wang was not there, the 74th Army was on the streets.
"Mr. Wang."
"Mr. Commissioner..."
"Don't dare to take it. Don't take it. Are you trying to..."
"After receiving the order from Shangfeng, our department will rush to Jinling in the near future. Please give these diesel fuel to our department to take away along the way."
"no problem."
Zhang Yong nodded, understanding that Wang Yaowu didn't know yet.
The 51st Division was transferred to Jinling to participate in the Songhu Battle. However, it is still confidential. The rank of the division commander is not yet known.
"Mr. Wang, I wish you a safe journey."
"Your Majesty, you're welcome."
"Then the diesel will be handed over to Mr. Wang. I'll take my leave."
"Farewell."
Zhang Yong and Wang Yaowu said goodbye.
We will meet again soon. A few months at most.
As soon as the Songhu battlefield begins, Lao Wang will be plunged into a fierce battle and a bloody battlefield.
Starting next August, everything will change drastically.
He was about to leave when suddenly his eyes flashed.