Chapter 326: War cannot be stopped

They walked out of the hotel.

Kou Xingde was organising the ranks. Taking a headcount.

No one in his team had been injured. This made Kou Xingde feel as if he had been ignored. He was unhappy.

What was going on? How come the two young men Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi were leading the charge?

His team was made up of veteran agents!

How can you justify letting a bunch of young people take the lead?

An older brother must act like an older brother!

When he saw Zhang Yong come out, Kou Xingde immediately came up and made a solemn protest. He protested.

'Next time, we'll go first.'

'Okay,'

Zhang Yong said, no problem.

He could already tell. Kou Xingde didn't have any tricks up his sleeve.

This team leader's mind was on the task at hand. He didn't really care about anything else. His subordinates were basically the same.

Other action teams had one or two Whampoa graduates.

Li Boqi's 8th Action Team was represented by Cao Mengqi. The same was basically true for the other action teams.

Even Chun Yu Chi's action team had Whampoa graduates. Only Kou Xingde's 6th Action Team did not.

It was absolutely impossible to say that there was no foul play here.

Mostly, the department head did not give them.

Whampoa graduates were all precious. They would not easily give them to outsiders.

This resulted in the candidates for the sixth action group being basically drawn from the army. Most of them were rough and ready.

If it came to testing literacy, the sixth action group was probably the worst.

It seemed that there were no police academy graduates in it. The department head was indeed biased.

However, the sixth group was not bad at fighting. Almost everyone was a good fighter. Zhang Yong had just discovered that.

They may not be as fierce as Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi, but their tactics are pretty good. It's not an exaggeration to say they've seen a lot of action.

If the fastest runner before was not Wu Liuqi, but someone from the 6th group, there would not have been so many injuries.

The veterans obviously react faster when faced with grenades.

Frankly speaking, if it were two years later, and there were a large number of Japanese invaders, the combat effectiveness of the 6th group would undoubtedly be the strongest.

'Where are we going now?'

'Zhongxing Road.'

'What for?'

'Ambush.'

'Who?'

'The Japanese invaders from Hongkou.'

'The Japanese invaders will send reinforcements?'

'I don't think it will be the army. They will be in civilian clothes.'

'Good!'

Kou Xingde couldn't have asked for more.

He hadn't had enough killing.

The same could be said for Guo Qiyun next to him. He had missed all the action.

He had only managed to kill two Japanese invaders from a distance. Then he had been outside, listening to the gunfire from inside the hotel, and feeling anxious.

Now, if we go to Zhongxing Road and set an ambush, intercepting them halfway, then there will be more opportunities.

'How do you know which road the Japanese invaders will take?' Guo Qiyun suddenly asked.

There were several parallel streets on both sides of Zhongxing Road.

These streets all led to the Japanese-occupied area of Hongkou and the Manchurian Xinxing Hotel.

What if the Japanese invaders didn't take Zhongxing Road?

If they weren't stopped on Zhongxing Road, it would be difficult to stop them again.

'I'll try to think of something,'

Zhang Yong didn't give a definite answer.

In fact, standing on Zhongxing Road, the map shows that within a 200-metre radius, he can cover both the main roads to the left and right.

As long as the Japanese invaders take these three roads, he can find them.

However, if the Japanese invaders take a long way around and don't take the three main roads that are the shortest distance, there is nothing he can do.

'Go!'

'Hurry!'

They hurried to Zhongxing Road. They waited near an intersection.

It was just the afternoon. There were not many people on the street. Only the occasional car came and went.

Everyone was quietly lying in ambush.

Köngi was in charge of directing the operation. Zhang Yong was responsible for spotting the Japanese invaders and marking the targets.

The Japanese invaders had not yet appeared. Zhang Yong looked around. He noticed that there were restaurants all around. There were cafes, Western restaurants, and even Brazilian barbecue.

Hey, this is a bit advanced! There's even Brazilian barbecue? I want to eat.

Through the window, you can see the kebabs on the skewers inside. They look huge. Golden brown. And there are all kinds of vegetables to go with them. The colours are so inviting.

You can't help but swallow.

Damn, it's so tempting. You can't resist.

You're a carnivore at heart, and all you want is meat.

But...

'Would you like some coffee?' Zhang Yong asks the people around him, pretending to be interested.

But really, he just wants to eat meat.

He was hoping that someone would be smart enough to suggest meat. And he got his wish.

But...

No one answered.

Everyone was so nervous. Where was the mood for coffee? He simply wasn't in the mood.

'No one wants any?' Zhang Yong asked.

He really hoped that someone would be brave enough to suggest meat. Then he wouldn't have to take the initiative.

The thing was, if he took the initiative, he would have to pay for it himself. But if someone else suggested it, he could use company funds.

What a fundamental difference!

However...

No one answered.

Okay. No one wanted coffee. And no one suggested meat.

No choice. He'll have to pay for it himself.

'How about barbecue?'

'Yes!'

'Yes!'

Someone raised their hand immediately.

Then everyone raised their hands. They were looking forward to it.

Zhang Yong: ...

Okay. We Chinese are all carnivores. We only like meat.

No choice. He'll have to pay for it himself.

We immediately went to a Brazilian barbecue restaurant. We went to the front desk. There was a pretty girl.

I couldn't help but tilt my head and think. Is it possible that all my additions have been added to my romantic encounters?

It seems that I have met a lot of beautiful women...

In any barbecue restaurant, I can meet a pretty girl with a face score of 85 points or above.

'Hello, sir...'

'I'd like a hundred portions of barbecue. Each portion should be about two pounds.'

'A hundred portions?'

'Is that possible? Each portion should be about two pounds. That's a total of 200 pounds.'

'Sir, that's a very large quantity.'

'It's fine. I'm in no hurry. I'll take as much as you have prepared.'

'Let me ask the manager...'

The young girl didn't dare make the decision herself. She called the manager.

The manager was a decent Chinese man. He looked at the pistol Zhang Yong had stuck in his waistband and became a little worried.

'Don't worry. I'll pay.'

Zhang Yong took out twenty US dollars and placed it on the counter.

The manager was instantly relieved. He picked up the dollar and looked at it carefully to make sure it was real. He quickly put it away.

'Eh?'

Suddenly, someone next to him poked their head out.

Zhang Yong saw it in the corner of his eye. He didn't pay much attention to it. But he immediately realised that something was wrong.

It turned out that the poking head was actually Song Ziyu. He hurriedly and forcibly twisted his head around to take a closer look. It was her.

'Shaolong!'

Song Ziyu was also very surprised.

She was inside and thought she had heard it wrong.

Unexpectedly, when she came out and looked, it really was Zhang Yong. He actually appeared here.

Zhang Yong: ...

You also call me Shaolong?

No need to be so familiar.

We don't seem to know each other that well...

'Ziyu...'

'Uncle, he is Zhang Yong. From the Special Branch of the Fuxing Society. Specialising in catching Japanese spies.'

'Oh...'

'Your uncle?'

'Yes. My distant uncle. Song Wanqiu.'

'Er...'

'Zi Yu, this is Zhang Yong!'

'Yes. Come, let me introduce you. This is my classmate. You can call her Xiao Mei.'

'Hello...'

A flurry of confused exchanges.

Zhang Yong figured it out. Song Ziyu is here to work.

Well, the government is promoting the New Life Movement! I wonder what she's thinking, bringing her classmate Xiao Mei here to play at pretending.

Well, just putting on an act. With her looks, she'd have trouble cutting meat. She'd probably just sort the vegetables. And probably make a mess of it. She probably wouldn't even come once a month. And then she ran into Zhang Yong by accident.

'What do you need so much barbecue for?'

'To fill my stomach!'

'Did you bring a lot of people?'

'About eighty!'

'What did you bring so many people for?'

'To carry out a mission.'

'Is it confidential?'

'Confidential.'

'Hm...'

Song Ziyu stopped asking questions.

She knew that men didn't like women to interfere in their business. And they didn't like it when men asked questions either.

Even the older men in her family were like that. Women were never supposed to get involved in serious matters. And they weren't supposed to ask questions either. Zhang Yong was bringing so many people with him, so he must be on an important mission.

'Then I'll help you.'

'Thanks!'

'One hundred kebabs, two pounds each, will cost 35 dollars.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong took out another 15 dollars.

He couldn't help but feel a little heartache. Although 35 dollars was not a lot, it was still money!

He would have to earn it back quickly.

'I'll take it,' Song Ziyu happily accepted the dollars.

Zhang Yong: ...

This woman. She doesn't even say thank you.

Can't you offer to treat someone?

Your wife still owes me 10,000 dollars, when are you going to help me get it back...

Stop daydreaming.

Xiao Mei glanced at him surreptitiously. Her eyes were full of curiosity.

Zhang Yong deliberately stared at her. It was as if the big devil was looking at the little lamb. He even deliberately showed his fangs. It meant that he would eat her.

Song Ziyu and Song Wanquan were busy.

There happened to be a dozen ready ones. So they took them all out. They handed them all to him.

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong was also very polite.

He took the barbecue out.

Song Ziyu and Xiaomei were refused help. At the same time, they were told to hide, so as not to be hit by stray bullets.

Back at the crossroads,

'Who wants it?'

'Me!'

'Me!'

Soon, the ten or so kebabs were divided up.

Everyone used a dagger to cut it up and share it.

The emotions of the previous fierce battle gradually quieted down.

Although a new battle was about to begin again. But being able to eat the delicious kebabs was a kind of happiness!

Meanwhile, several red dots entered view one after the other.

Four red dots huddled together. They must be in the same car. Five cars appeared in a row.

There were a total of 20 Japanese invaders. They were taking Zhongxing Road.

The Japanese invaders probably didn't expect there to be anyone waiting in ambush on the road. So they chose the most direct route.

'Here they come!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Kou Xingde immediately perked up.

Guo Qiyun also opened the safety catch. He aimed at the car in front.

'Five cars!'

'Shoot them all!'

Zhang Yong ordered.

The order was very simple. Just fire. Until the target was completely destroyed.

The cars reached the intersection.

'Da da da...'

'Da da da...'

The Thompson submachine gun fired first.

The other weapons followed.

In an instant, the five cars were surrounded by a hail of bullets.

The Japanese soldiers inside were suddenly confused.

They never imagined that they would be ambushed so precisely.

There was nothing unusual about the exterior of the car! How could it have been ambushed so precisely?

However, it was too late...

With the intense gunfire, the car was covered in a rain of bullets.

The Japanese soldiers inside had no chance to resist. They were already covered in bullet holes.

The red dots kept disappearing...

Three more...

Two more...

One more...

Finally, Zhang Yong raised his hands. He signalled for the shooting to stop.

Only then did the gunfire gradually cease.

Everyone else around was stunned. They then scattered and fled.

Oh my god!

What the hell is going on?

The gunfire was so intense, did a war break out?

Did the Japanese invade again?

"Go!'

'Go!'

Zhongyang led the men forward.

Zhang Yong also went up. To see if there was any profit to be made.

He had just spent 35 dollars, and he had to make it back.

However...

There was none.

All five cars had been shot up.

Almost everything was broken, except the engines. There were at least a few hundred bullet holes in the car body.

The doors opened.

The Japanese inside fell out in all directions.

There was blood everywhere.

The bodies were all in a terrible state.

Zhang Yong looked at one, but didn't recognise it. He looked at two, but didn't recognise them either. They were all strange-looking Japanese soldiers.

He turned to look at Koxingde.

'Team Leader Koxingde, do you recognise anyone?'

'No,'

Kou Xingde shook his head.

He didn't recognise any of them. But the weapons on the train proved their identity.

Everyone had a weapon. Most were Browning pistols. There were also Type 44 rifles and submachine guns. The types of weapons were mixed. There was also plenty of ammunition.

Someone had carefully collected the weapons. This was all evidence!

Although, at this time, no one would care about this. But, they were considered spoils of war, weren't they?

Zhang Yong casually picked up a submachine gun. Not bad. It's quite new. Looks like it was imported from Germany? I don't know where the Japanese invaders captured it from. And now it's become the trophy of the Restoration Society.

'Captain! There's a knife!'

'There's a knife!'

Zhong Yang suddenly shouted.

Zhang Yong: ?

A knife? What's the fuss?

We all have knives on us. Dagger, that's all carried with you.

'No. It's a Japanese officer's sword.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong's face twitched.

An officer's sword? The kind Nobutetsu Sakata had? It seemed to be quite valuable.

So he walked over. Sure enough, Zhongyang grabbed a bloody Japanese sword from the back seat.

Oh, it's real. It really is an officer's sword. The pattern on it and the inlay on the handle all show that it is an officer's sword. A lieutenant colonel or a major.

It definitely wasn't a major's sword. Major's swords are a bit more high-end.

There were strict regulations on the swords that Japanese officers could carry. They couldn't be surpassed. Officers above the rank of major had more valuable swords.

Especially at this time. There were definitely not many Japanese officer swords that could be captured.

Unexpectedly, this Japanese soldier actually had a sword.

In that case, the other person must be someone of status?

"Do you know him?'

'No.'

'That's a pity.'

Zhang Yong regretted putting away the Japanese officer's sword.

If this thing were to change hands, someone would pay thousands of dollars for it. Right now, scarcity makes things valuable.

However, he definitely would not be selling it. This is all booty from the Fuxing Society. He can claim credit for it. If he submits it, he can gain a little fame.

Seeing that there really wasn't any profit, Zhang Yong had to return to the Brazilian barbecue restaurant.

Song Ziyu and Xiao Mei both looked at him carefully. They didn't know what had happened next to him. They couldn't see from their angle.

'Outside...'

'It's fine, we ambushed a group of Japanese invaders. We wiped them out.'

'Then...'

'Continue grilling the meat! We're full, but we still have to keep working.'

'Oh, okay, okay.'

Song Ziyu went back to her busy work. It was rare for her to have some free time.

First she was a reporter, then a kitchen assistant, what was going on?

'Shaolong!'

Kou Xingde barged in with his gun.

He still didn't feel satisfied. This time it wasn't difficult!

The Japanese invaders entered the ambush circle and were all killed by a barrage of bullets. Those who were slow didn't even get a chance to shoot.

'We're full. Keep going.' Zhang Yong knew exactly what the other party wanted.

The battle had reached its climax. They couldn't bear to stop.

It so happened that Zhang Yong also had such a plan.

The battle could not be stopped.