Chapter 327: Display radius increased

Pork barbecue is served dish after dish.

The special feature of this Brazilian barbecue is that the portions are very large and you can eat as much as you like.

Burying one's head in food.

Gorging oneself.

Even the agents of the Fuxing Society are all big eaters. Two pounds of barbecue each is more than enough.

The two catties mentioned here are the two catties after it has been grilled. Only the meat is counted. Not the vegetables. And not the other side dishes either. It's just pure grilled meat.

Since Song Wanquiu knew Zhang Yong's identity, there was naturally no shortage of weight or quantity. The various side dishes were also very generous.

Song Ziyu even personally took charge of serving the food. And she sat next to Zhang Yong.

Zhong Yang: ...

Everyone else: ...

Well, this seems to be a declaration of the rhythm of the hostess's status!

The team leader is in trouble.

There are two at the office, and now there's another here.

In a moment, the team leader wasn't defeated by the Japanese invaders, but by a beautiful woman. That's bad.

If the women start fighting, what's the team leader going to do?

Of course, pretend you didn't see anything. Bow your head and eat the barbecue.

Song Ziyu took out a knife and helped Zhang Yong cut the meat.

She was so attentive, as if she was doing it on purpose to show everyone. It was obvious that she was the perfect match for Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong said helplessly, 'No need. I'll do it myself.'

'I'm not serving you. I'm serving my guests,' Song Ziyu said with a straight face.

Zhang Yong: ...

That makes sense. He was at a loss for words.

But you seemed to have been sitting next to me the whole time. You didn't move at all.

It seems like you ate half the meat you cut...

So you already know how to eat with company?

And serve?

You did it on purpose. You let everyone know that you are my main wife. The others are just concubines...

'I'd rather do it myself...'

'How about I feed you?'

'Forget it. You just cut the meat!'

Zhang Yong was defeated.

Feed me?

Mouth-to-mouth?

That's a bit much! The sugar content is seriously off the charts.

I can't take it.

I can't take it.

If your Song family finds out, they won't leave my skin alone.

But...

I'm a ruthless executioner. I specialised in killing Japanese invaders. Can't you smell the blood on me?

Oh, I don't think so.

It seems like he didn't even get involved in the fight.

It was Koxinga and his action team. Zhang Yong's own men didn't get involved at all.

Zhong Yang and the others were just standing guard on the perimeter.

There was no choice. The place was small. There was no room to manoeuvre.

Ten guns firing at a car. Even if it was loaded with elephants, they would have been killed.

Kou Xingde's action team had 50 men. They were dealing with five cars. That's 10 men per car. It was over in no time. One burst of fire and the battle was over. It had never been so smooth.

Except for the fact that they didn't get any booty. It was perfect. It could be included in the West Point military academy...

'Do you want some black pepper sauce?'

'What?'

'Shall I dip it in some black pepper sauce for you?'

'No chili.'

'Black pepper sauce. It's not chili. It's delicious.'

'No...'

'Ah...'

'What?'

'Open your mouth!'

Song Ziyu brings the black pepper sauce-dipped roast to his mouth.

Zhang Yong: ...

Sweat. Can you not be so affectionate?

Your uncle is watching right next to us! If he goes around blabbing, I'll be in trouble.

If you Song family just casually investigated, you would find out that I am actually a scumbag. Surrounded by a group of women. At that time, they might even send someone to arrest me and give me a severe education.

I can't afford to provoke them!

Sister, please let me go...

I really can't...

'I don't care if you have other women.' Suddenly, Song Ziyu whispered in his ear, 'Eat quickly. Otherwise I'll be angry.'

Zhang Yong had no choice but to numbly open his mouth. Then he was stuffed full of barbecue.

It was spicy. But that didn't matter.

What mattered was what Song Ziyu had said. Was she declaring her love?

Wow! This was a novel way to declare love.

You're not jealous of a scum like me?

Could it be that I really am the protagonist of a legendary novel, with a red flag flying at home and a colourful flag fluttering outside...

'Be good...'

'Let me wipe it off for you.'

Song Ziyu took out a napkin. She helped him wipe the black pepper sauce from the side of his mouth.

In the corner of his eye, Zhang Yong saw the way the others were peeking, and knew that today's events could no longer be kept secret. Song Ziyu had achieved her goal.

She had used this opportunity to declare her sovereignty! This scheming bitch!

Fine, you do it.

I won't take the initiative, I won't refuse, I won't take responsibility...

With great difficulty, he managed to swallow the barbecue. He noticed that Song Ziyu had cut another piece. She was dipping it in black pepper sauce again.

Oh no...

Not again. I really can't take it anymore...

'Let's get down to business...'

'Yes.'

Song Ziyu immediately obediently stood up. She left.

Zhang Yong was relieved.

The kindness of a beautiful woman is hard to bear. What's more, she is a woman with such small tricks.

Kou Xingde sat opposite Zhang Yong. He witnessed the whole process. But it was as if he was ignoring it. Blind, deaf and mute. It wasn't until Song Ziyu had left that he recovered.

'Blessed.'

'Please, it's not what you think...'

'I understand. Let's get down to business.'

Kou Xingde is serious. It seems like he really understands.

Zhang Yong: ...

This old guy, what the hell does he understand.

Forget it, I'm not going to argue with him. Let's get down to business. After we finish eating in a while, we really have to fight.

Women will only affect the speed with which I draw my gun.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, it's not as pleasurable as killing a Japanese invader. He's almost addicted to it.

'If you were Takeo Kishida...'

'What?'

'Hypothetically, if Takeo Kishida doesn't wait for reinforcements, what will he do?'

'Continue to call for help.'

'What if the reinforcements are ambushed by us again?'

'This...'

Köngsdörffer frowned.

It seemed to be a real dilemma. Should they retreat?

Retreat from the Xinxing Hotel in Manchuria? Give up this place? Retreat directly back to Hongkou? And then make a comeback?

'Retreat?'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong answered affirmatively.

He believed that Takeo Kishida might retreat.

For the Japanese invaders at that moment, retreating back to the Japanese-occupied zone of Hongkou was the only 100% safe option.

As long as they entered the Japanese-occupied zone of Hongkou, no one could do anything to them.

Even if the strength of the Fuxing Society grew 100 times, there was no way they could capture the Japanese-occupied zone of Hongkou. That was because the Japanese invaders' marine corps was stationed there.

Don't look at the Japanese invaders' marine corps, which only had 7,000 soldiers, it was actually very difficult to defeat.

Because behind it was the Japanese navy. It was supported by naval artillery of more than 200 millimetres at any time. And there were aircraft carriers.

He even remembers the aircraft carrier that was sent out frantically at the time, bombing everywhere, it seems to be the Kaga?

The battle two years later proved that even if a regular army came to attack, it would be very difficult. Not only did they fail to capture the Japanese invaders, but they suffered heavy casualties themselves. It was bombarded by the Japanese invaders' large-calibre naval artillery.

The Japanese used 203mm heavy artillery to bombard the National Army. One shell could blow up an entire platoon of National Army soldiers!

Later, there were even 300mm super heavy artillery, which were even more powerful. At the frontline, whatever was hit by the shell would be destroyed.

'They will retreat in the middle of the night?' Koxendael guessed at last.

'The middle of the night,' Zhang Yong agreed.

If he were Takeo Kishida, he would definitely retreat as quickly as possible.

It's never safe to stay at the Manchurian Xinxing Hotel.

What if the Fuxing Society storm the hotel? They'll do whatever it takes. They won't be able to hold out.

But during the day, they won't dare leave. Only at night.

At night, it's dark. They can make a quiet getaway.

If they drive, it's only 30 minutes from the Manchurian Xinxing Hotel back to the Japanese-occupied Hongkou District if they hurry.

That's if there are no obstacles in their way.

What if there are blockages? Of course, they will recklessly break through and escape into the Japanese-occupied Hongkou district.

'Will they take Zhongxing Road?'

'I don't know,'

Zhang Yong shakes his head. It is indeed impossible to judge.

He is not good at analysis.

Takeo Kishida should be a crafty opponent, and he will definitely have many tricks up his sleeve.

The Japanese invaders may disperse and retreat in multiple routes.

However, Zhang Yong dares not split his forces. Once they split, they may not be able to defeat the enemy.

What should he do?

Take a chance.

If the heavens are kind, he should be able to catch some of them...

Suddenly, he noticed a hint on the map.

Oh, the radius seems to have increased. It has increased from 200 metres to 250 metres.

He is happy.

Although it is only a small increase, it is still a good thing.

Increasing the radius by 50 metres means that a larger area can be monitored at the same time. Most Japanese snipers can be detected in advance.

In an era when scopes were not yet commonplace, 250 metres was almost the limit for a sharpshooter.

Although some sharpshooters could hit accurately at 300 metres. But there was definitely a chance. No one could hit 100% of the time at 300 metres.

Not even the most psychopathic Japanese sharpshooters. 50%, or maybe 30%, was still possible.

In fact, to ensure a lethal shot, the distance should ideally be reduced to within 150 metres. Barely 200 metres would also be fine. But there is still a chance of missing.

'Captain Kou, let me ask you something.'

'Go ahead.'

'You're such a good shot. Can you hit a target 200 metres away 100% of the time?'

'100%? No way.'

'What's the approximate hit rate?'

'Eighty percent. Most of the time I can hit the target. But there are bound to be misses.'

'What if it's 250 metres?'

'That's hard to say. At best, it's a 50-50 chance. Maybe not even. If it's a moving target, it's already pretty good if you hit it once in three shots.'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong felt relieved.

The increased monitoring distance also increased the chances of saving his life.

If the Japanese wanted to assassinate him, they would need to get within 200 metres at least. In that case, he would be able to spot them in advance. Then he could take targeted countermeasures.

I'm not a good shot. But there are people around!

What? There's a danger of sniping? Then use the mortar!

Just fire at him!

Or gather a few sharpshooters and get him.

In a great mood.

Happy to eat meat.

Kou Xingde: ?

'You...'

'I'll go and give our team leader a call to report.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong went to the front desk and picked up the phone.

Xiao Mei stood next to him, looking at him unabashedly.

If not for Song Ziyu watching quietly from the side, he would have reached out and pinched Xiao Mei's face.

'Hello.'

'Team leader, it's me, Zhang Yong.'

'What's the situation?'

'We've ambushed the Japanese reinforcements and killed twenty of them. We also captured a Japanese officer's sword. It might be a lieutenant colonel's or a major general's.'

'Casualties?'

'The ambush was carried out by Team Leader Kou's team. We didn't have any casualties. Neither did they.'

'So what are your thoughts now?'

'I reckon the Japanese in the Xinxing Hotel in Manchuria will probably retreat in the middle of the night. We want to continue the ambush.'

'Can you tell which route they will take?'

'No.'

Zhang Yong answered honestly.

The Japanese would definitely be very careful when retreating. It was indeed impossible to tell which route they would take.

'Do your best and leave the rest to fate.'

'Huh?'

'Set up the ambush. Even if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter.'

'Understood.'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

Li Boqi's meaning was that he obviously had no hope of another ambush.

After all, luck was not that good.

The first ambush went too well. Zero casualties. Luck was just bursting.

If the second ambush went so well, it would mean that the Japanese were too unprepared. But in fact, the Japanese were not that stupid.

Never mind.

Come back and eat meat.

After eating, you have to pack it up, and you will have motivation in the second half of the night.

'Boss Song!'

Zhang Yong called Song Wanqiu.

There was no response, but Song Ziyu came out eagerly.

'What does Captain Zhang want?'

'I need 100 more barbecue meals to go.'

'Again?'

'Can you do it?'

'Do you want to exhaust me?'

'This is contributing to the country!'

'Pay up!'

'You...'

Zhang Yong wanted to say. Can I pay on credit?

Every time, I pay for it myself. I'm spending a lot of money!

Fortunately, if the ambush is successful at night, I should make a little extra money. It can make up for the shortfall.

Takeo Kishida retreated from the emerging hotel in Manchuria, so it's impossible for him not to bring any money. The Japanese invaders couldn't possibly not have a few hundred dollars on them.

If I bet right, I can at least get back the money for the barbecue.

If I could get 10 or 100 times that, I'd be smiling in my sleep.

So...

I paid the money happily.

At the same time, he yelled at Song Dabeili:

'Get to work!'

'Don't dilly-dally!'

Song Ziyu: ?

This jerk. And he's giving me orders.

But for some reason, I still felt a little happy.

So I went off happily.