"Major, is the garrison acting alone this time?" Tian Junsheng asked.
Hattori Hikoo stood up and said: "Nakamura Kako will lead people to support you on the outside. The Guandi Temple in Dawang Township is a stronghold of the rebels. Your people must surround it before nine o'clock and carry out a raid at nine quarter past!"
Tian Junsheng: "Yes!"
Hattori Hikoo stopped talking nonsense, turned around and walked out.
Tian Junsheng went all the way downstairs. He nodded and watched Hattori Hikoo get into the car and leave the garrison. He then breathed a sigh of relief. He had always been wary of the military police captain. He always felt that Hattori Hikoo's cold eyes seemed to be...
Can see through one's own heart.
Returning to the team headquarters, he thought for a moment, picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers: "Hello, Boss Wu, I'm Tian Junsheng."
"Captain Tian, what advice do you have?"
"Any advice? Here's another chance for us to make money! The Japanese have just sent a batch of firearms. It won't be a problem to make ten or eight. It's still the same old rules, you four and I six."
"Captain Tian, to be honest, I was worried about the batch of guns we sold last time... Is something going to happen?"
"I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? It's common for the army's guns to be damaged. Isn't it normal for a hundred guns to be scrapped? And I have people erase the gun number, even if it is found on my head,
How to prove that it is the gun of the garrison?"
"...Well, I will leave the city tomorrow and go to the Eight Immortals Terrace to settle the matter!"
"Don't worry, I'm afraid it won't be peaceful outside the city tomorrow. You can go there two days later."
"okay, I get it."
After hanging up the phone, Tian Junsheng made an estimate in his mind. He took out ten or eight guns from this batch, plus the "scrap guns" he had in stock before, there were almost thirty guns. Even if each gun cost fifty yuan, the least he could do was
It's 900 yuan, not counting the cost of bullets.
In the past year, in addition to plundering ordinary people, stealing and reselling military supplies, Tian Junsheng's biggest source of income was. The reason why he has not had any problems for so long is because he has a principle that no supplies will be traded on the black market in Yanjin. All supplies will be traded through witchcraft.
The lame man was sold to bandits outside the city.
Wu Zizi was not an easy man back then. He knew a lot of people in the underworld. He could talk to several bandit leaders in Jiulong Mountain, Baxiantai, and Lishuling.
Therefore, after Tian Junsheng and Wu Zizi met, they immediately hit it off and started doing this kind of business without any foundation.
"Come here!" Tian Junsheng shouted to the door.
"Captain." A guard opened the door and came in.
"Notify all brothers who are not stationed at the station that they must return to the team before seven o'clock in the evening!"
"Did you also call back the night watchman last night?"
"Don't you understand people's words? I'm talking about everything! Everything!... Even I want to fight for my life in a hail of bullets, so why don't you guys sleep less?"
"yes!"
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Nangu Street is only a few hundred meters away from the garrison station, and Ma Keming lives in a nearby alley.
An hour later, Jiang Xinyu's car slowly stopped on the side of the road. He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was now about four o'clock in the afternoon. According to the time, Ma Keming should be back by now.
Jiang Xinyu got out of the car, crossed the road and walked into the alley, came to Ma Keming's door, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, "Tuk duk, tuk duk."
After a while, there were footsteps in the house, walking to the door and asking: "Who is it?"
"A friend who borrowed matches." Jiang Xinyu whispered.
The door creaked open, and Ma Keming had a surprised expression on his face. He thought it would take Jiang Xinyu at least three to five days to find his place.
Ma Keming let Jiang Xinyu into the house, closed the door, and said, "Do you know I live here?"
"Yes, stationmaster Zeng told me before he died." Jiang Xinyu looked around the room. There was nothing special. It was simple enough to provide shelter from wind and rain.
"I didn't expect you to be Crow. I've seen you before and knew you were the sergeant of Hongqiao Police Station." Ma Keming poured a bowl of hot water for Jiang Xinyu and put it on the table.
"Mr. Ge asked you to find me, what's the matter?"
"According to the practice in previous years, the Japanese will organize a large-scale rural clearing operation before and after the Chinese New Year. We need to know the specific situation."
Jiang Xinyu pondered for a while and said: "This shouldn't be difficult. In previous years, the police station participated in the rural clearing operation. I am now the chief of the Anti-Smuggling Section. According to my official position, I should be able to see the specific content of the operation."
"If we get information, we should send it over as soon as possible so that we can arrange preventive measures in time."
"I know... how many people are on duty at the garrison's munitions warehouse at night?"
"Two people."
"so little?"
"The munitions warehouse itself is on site. There is only one guard during the day and two at night."
"Are there any patrols at night?"
"Yes. Normally, it's a trip every two hours, but in winter it's too cold at night, and the patrol sometimes comes out once or twice throughout the night, and no one cares about it."
"I have a plan and need your help."
"what's the plan?"
"Burn the garrison's munitions warehouse to boost the confidence of the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians!"
Ma Keming thought for a while and said: "The garrison warehouse does not have many supplies. There are hundreds of rifles, plus some daily munitions. Is it worth taking such a big risk?"
Jiang Xinyu said in a deep voice: "If we always do nothing, there will be more and more obedient people in the occupied areas, and fewer and fewer people who have the courage to rise up to resist, because they can't see hope and can't hear exciting news!
"
"...Okay, I will convey your opinions to Mr. Ge, but I'm afraid he can't make the decision, so he still has to ask the headquarters for instructions."
"The headquarters hasn't sent down a new webmaster yet?"
"Not yet. If headquarters approves this plan, what do I need to do?"
"Is there gasoline in the warehouse?"
"have."
"When you are on night watch, move the gasoline barrel to the southeast, that is, to the side facing the Bell and Drum Tower. Then tell me the exact location, and I will take care of the rest."
Ma Keming recalled it and said: "This is easy to handle. There are only two barrels of gasoline in the warehouse. They are usually placed in the southeast direction. I just need to move them a little."
"Be sure to remember to keep the gasoline barrel close to the iron wall!" Jiang Xinyu warned.
"What are you going to do?" Ma Keming couldn't help but ask.
"I've been to the garrison once. The munitions warehouse is made of thin iron sheets, right? Send a sniper to climb up the Bell and Drum Tower. From a high position, there will be no obstacle to shooting!"
"You mean, let the sniper shoot at the iron sheet of the warehouse to penetrate the gasoline barrel?"
"That's right! I have calculated that the warehouse is at most twenty meters away from the Bell and Drum Tower in a straight line. From this distance, a sniper should have no problem shooting a target as big as a gasoline barrel!"