Chapter 566: The Japanese invaders are not crazy

Late at night, on the streets of Beiping.

Zhang Yong led his team to the suburbs. Some more remote places.

Purely on a whim.

He was just wondering if there were also weapons and ammunition storage sites in the suburbs?

In the city centre, the houses are small and there are lots of people moving around, so although the chances are slim, there is a possibility of being discovered. In contrast, the suburbs are safer.

The suburbs have plenty of space. There is plenty of room to store a lot of weapons and ammunition.

There aren't many people in the suburbs. It's easy to keep a secret. It's also conducive to gathering a team. You can deploy for battle quickly.

Would the Japanese invaders think of this? Zhang Yong is not sure.

But it's worth a try.

The north wind howls, and the temperature has dropped below zero.

Pedestrians have long since disappeared.

On this cold night, only Zhang Yong and the others are still moving.

Their hearts are all warm.

No one feels the cold. Because the harvest is very rich.

It is almost a miracle to seize so many weapons and ammunition.

Zhang Yong also took all the scattered ammunition and gave it to the soldiers as a reward. He didn't care about the value of one or two hundred. He just gave it away.

He also paid for it himself and arranged a sumptuous dinner for everyone. Eat until you are full. Only then do you have the strength to work.

The lessons learned from previous experiences were that the locations where the Japanese hid their weapons and ammunition could only be unearthed with great effort.

Without energy, it was absolutely impossible.

Circle around.

Follow a radius of 400 metres and slowly circle around. Look for suspicious locations.

At 2am, a suspicious target was found in a remote compound.

The map showed that no one lived in the compound. It was empty. It seemed that no one had walked on the road outside the compound recently. However, it showed a weapon symbol.

In other words, there are weapons and ammunition hidden inside this deserted compound.

'Here?'

'It's possible.'

Zhang Yong didn't say it too accurately.

In fact, sometimes he hoped to hit the wrong target by mistake. This would help cover him up a bit.

After all, it would be a bit unscientific to be able to find the location where the Japanese spies hid weapons and ammunition for no reason. No matter how he explained it, no one else would be convinced.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong didn't bother to explain. After all, his ability to discover the Japanese spy was already strange enough. Now that he could also discover weapons and ammunition, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it.

The others didn't ask stupid questions.

Being able to discover the Japanese spy and weapons and ammunition was a good thing. What was the point of asking so many questions?

These days, who doesn't have a little secret?

He Jifeng would later secretly join the Red Party and then rise up in the Huaihai Campaign...

'Clang!'

The courtyard gate was forced open.

The group rushed in. It was eerie inside.

Weeds grew everywhere.

Trash was everywhere.

And there were dark shadows moving around. On closer inspection, they turned out to be dogtail grasses taller than a person's head. It looked like ghosts.

Seriously, if there was only one person, it would be a bit scary.

Now?

Of course not.

Chen Gongpeng and the others were full of murderous intent.

Even if there were ghosts, they would have to retreat three paces.

What's more, they are followed by a platoon personally led by He Jifeng. There are more than 30 people. They also brought two light machine guns.

If there really is a ghost, physical exorcism is the best.

Although there is no Gatling gun spewing blue fire. However, the Czech-style light machine gun will teach the ghost to hurry up and reincarnate.

'Search!'

'Search carefully!'

Chen Gongpeng waved his hand.

His men moved around, hacking at the surrounding weeds.

The soldiers brought by He Jifeng are on the outer perimeter, on guard. Ready to deal with any eventuality. Everyone is on high alert.

Zhang Yong follows them around, searching.

He finds that the courtyard has been abandoned for many years. It is in a state of disrepair everywhere.

Would the Japanese invaders store weapons here? Zhang Yong doubts it. This time, he may have really got it wrong.

That's good. It's good to get it wrong.

That way, he can tell the others that he was actually guessing. Really. You see, this time I got it wrong.

I really don't have any special skills. I just guessed.

I followed the map.

It's a surprise. I actually found a cellar.

Outside the cellar is a large pool of dirty water.

If you were an ordinary person, you would stop here. There's no need to wade in.

Maybe I really did make a mistake. It should be the weapons left behind by the owner of the compound back then. It might just be a pistol or two, or a rifle or something.

The quantity is too small to warrant the excavation.

The system map is very simple and crude. A pistol is displayed in the same way as a hundred Maxim heavy machine guns. There is no way to tell the difference. Zhang Yong has to make his own judgment. So, he is about to back down.

However...

'Clatter...'

Chen Gongpeng has already led his men to wade through the water.

They have also discovered the cellar. They immediately deduced that there are treasures inside.

All of this comes from confidence in Zhang Yong.

Since Zhang Yong found his way here, there just happens to be a cellar. Then it must be dug up and looked at!

How could it be left unfinished?

Zhang Yong: ...

stops short.

He wants to say that there probably isn't anything in it. But he can't bring himself to say it.

At this point, it's impossible for Chen Gongpeng not to go in and have a look. Look, Chen Gongpeng has already swung his big hammer and started banging on the door.

'Bang!'

Soon, the trapdoor to the cellar was smashed open.

A slanted tunnel was discovered. It was very hidden. But quite spacious.

Load the gun.

Go in.

Light the pine torch to illuminate the inside of the cellar.

Then, everyone was stunned.

'Ah...'

There were continuous low screams.

Zhang Yong was also stunned.

My God!

Inside were wooden boxes one after the other.

No pistols, rifles or machine guns. No mortars either. Just a lot of crates.

Some of the crates had been opened. It was clear to see that they were full of bullets.

Just bullets!

Three times the important thing.

At first glance, there were at least a few hundred crates! Hundreds of crates full of bullets!

Unbelievable!

"It's water-filled bullets!'

'They're all water-filled bullets!'

Chen Gongpeng recognised them at first glance.

They were not Mauser rifle bullets. They were Mosin-Nagant rifle bullets. The base rim was prominent.

Everyone was stunned. Then they were overjoyed.

So many bullets, they were rich!

Rich! Rich!

Zhang Yong quickly scurried around the boxes of bullets, looking everywhere.

Unfortunately, apart from the bullets, he didn't find anything else. In the corner were a few Mosin-Nagant rifles that were leaning askew. He didn't bother with them.

Chen Gongpeng had arranged for someone to count the bullets. It turned out that it took quite a while.

'How many boxes?'

'Preliminary estimate, 530 boxes!'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong was slightly taken aback.

Damn...

It seems that there is no way for him to deny it.

More than 500 boxes of bullets...

This is a veritable arsenal!

It's incredible.

More than 500 boxes of bullets. Calculating at least 1,000 rounds per box, there must be more than 600,000 rounds.

Six hundred thousand rounds of ammunition!

If Li Yunlong had this, he would dare to attack Taiyuan.

Don't be fooled by Li Yunlong's bravado. In fact, he never had more than 100,000 rounds of ammunition in his hands.

Even in the Battle of Ping'anle, he had at most tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition.

He casually picked up the three worn-out Mosin-Nagant rifles in the corner. He pulled the bolt. But he found that he couldn't pull it open at all.

Damn, it's so tight. How long has it been since it was used?

He kicked the rifle.

Still, the bolt does not open. It seems to be locked.

This is serious.

What kind of rubbish gun is this? How many years has it been used?

It can't even be opened with a kick? No wonder it was left in the corner. It's obvious that no one wants it.

Chen Gongpeng comes up.

He pulls the bolt. Again, it doesn't open. He kicks it, but it doesn't open either.

Well, it's no use anymore.

Throw away the broken gun. No need for it.

'Move it all out!'

He Jifeng enters with his soldiers.

They are all very excited. One after the other, they carry ammunition boxes and run out.

They are full of energy after eating and drinking.

As soldiers, they understand the importance of ammunition the best.

If they want to kill the Japanese invaders, the more weapons and ammunition the better. One more bullet can kill one more Japanese invader.

Zhang Yong retreats to the outside of the cellar. He observes his surroundings.

He is not sure.

Who had stored all this ammunition? The amount was also too large.

It felt like the 109th Brigade's own ammunition depot might not be this big.

'Whose yard is this?'

'I don't know...'

'Check it out quickly!'

He Jifeng was very anxious.

He was shocked by the large number of bullets.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it. Who had stored the ammunition?

If it was the Japanese invaders, they were being too arrogant!

If it wasn't the Japanese invaders, they still had to find out who it was. Who would have the ability to do something like this?

'They haven't been stored for long.'

'Really?'

'The bullets are all very new. There's no rust. They can't be more than a year old.'

'That's right.'

Chen Gongpeng's brow furrowed.

He wasn't very good at thinking on his feet either. It was really hard for him to think.

'Ring, ring, ring...'

Suddenly, the sound of a bicycle bell came.

Zhang Yong's heart stirred. The sound of the bell was so familiar. He walked out and saw Zhao Guanglin.

It really was him!

Old Zhao is amazing. What a coincidence.

But was it really a coincidence?

It was deliberate, wasn't it?

But one thing was certain: these munitions were definitely not the Red Party's stockpile. The Red Party didn't have the capability.

'Old Zhao, come here! Come here!' Zhang Yong waved his hand repeatedly.

Zhao Guanglin rode over. He stopped the bike. He got off. Looking at them, full of confusion, he said, 'What are you doing?'

'Something. I need to ask you something.'

'You ask.'

'Whose yard is this?'

'A long time ago, it belonged to a wealthy Lingnan merchant surnamed Chen. Later, his family moved away, and this house was taken over by Master You.'

'Master You?'

'Yes, that's him.'

'No wonder...'

'What?'

Zhao Guanglin asked curiously.

Then he saw soldiers carrying boxes of ammunition coming out.

'What's going on?'

'Over 500 boxes of bullets were found inside.'

'What?'

Zhao Guanglin was also very surprised.

More than 500 boxes of bullets. That's a lot. There could be more than 600,000 rounds.

No wonder He Jifeng was so happy.

If his 109th Brigade could get these bullets to replenish its supplies, its combat effectiveness would definitely skyrocket.

It just so happened that the 109th Brigade itself was well-equipped with Mosin-Nagant rifles. These bullets would come in very handy.

In fact, the entire 29th Army. The main rifle equipment was all Mosin-Nagant rifles. So these bullets would be very useful.

'You found them?'

'Yes.'

'How did you find them?'

'By chance.'

Zhang Yong did not tell the truth.

In fact, there was no way to tell. After all, how could he say that the system had discovered them?

Of course Zhao Guanglin would not believe him.

By chance?

Are you kidding me!

How about you by chance find tens of thousands of dollars?

Oh, that's really possible.

This strange Zhang Yong really walked down the street and suddenly grabbed a Japanese spy, and was able to extort tens of thousands of dollars.

Zhao Guanglin is in awe of Zhang Yong's amazing abilities.

Unfortunately, this guy's habits really violate the principles of the organisation...

'By the way...' Zhao Guanglin said, "I also know of some of Master You's other courtyards. Do you want to go take a look?'

'More?" Zhang Yong was instantly excited.

There were 600,000 rounds of ammunition in one courtyard alone. If there were ten courtyards...

Wouldn't that be another 6 million rounds of ammunition?

Haha, that's hilarious!

Of course, it was just a fantasy.

Other people, Grandpa You are not stupid. How could there be ammunition reserves in every courtyard?

He's not crazy...

The Japanese invaders weren't crazy either...

Of course, it's necessary to go and have a look. What if there really is?

He turned his head and looked at Zhao Guanglin.

'This Master You has a mysterious background. It is said that he was a prince in the previous dynasty, with a wealthy background and extensive connections. He likes to buy properties, especially large courtyards. The best ones in the suburbs. Previously, someone said that Master You had bought at least 20 to 30 courtyards...'

'Wait. How many?'

'20 to 30?'

'That many?'

'That's what they say, but there must be an element of exaggeration.'

'He is a Japanese spy.'

'What?'

'Master You is Japanese. No doubt about it.'

'Ah...'

Zhao Guanglin took a deep breath.

Master You is actually Japanese. This is quite a shock!

In his understanding, this Master You has lived in Beiping for at least ten years. He is actually Japanese?

Doesn't that mean he has been lurking in Beiping for more than ten years?

That's quite a stretch. The Japanese invaders are so far-sighted...

'This veteran Japanese spy should be in a pretty high position.'

'Yes.'

'Do you want radios?'

'What?'

'I just dug up three radios. All high-powered. 15 watts. And 60 batteries.'

'Huh?'

'If you want them, follow my lead.'

'Yes!'

This time, Zhao Guanglin didn't hesitate for a second.

Radios. Of course he wanted them. Batteries were also very much needed. The underground party in Beiping needed them. The Red Army, which had just arrived in northern Shaanxi, needed them even more.

'Call Pang Yu.'

'So I should go get him now?'

'It's too slow to go back. Is there a telephone?'

'Well...'

'Take it!'

Zhang Yong slipped Zhao Guanglin a silver dollar.

In the middle of the night, if you want to make a phone call, no one will agree easily. Even if you are a policeman.

But if you have a silver dollar, then there is no problem.

Zhao Guanglin went to make the call.

Zhang Yong waved his hand and called Chen Gongpeng over.

'Speak.'

'Master You probably has 20 to 30 more courtyards like this one.'

'What?'

Chen Gongpeng's eyes lit up.

Twenty or thirty more! Are there weapons and ammunition in all of them? If there are...

My God!

How much would that be!

I'd die laughing in my sleep!

He immediately ran to report to He Jifeng. He Jifeng couldn't hold back any longer and hurried over.

The commander's voice had changed a little, 'Zhang Yong, you said there could be another twenty or thirty weapons caches?'

'Not necessarily,' Zhang Yong replied cautiously. 'I don't think there are that many.'

'That's still a lot. Hurry up and do something!'

'We don't have enough manpower.'

'I'll make the arrangements!'

He Jifeng immediately sent someone back to pass on the order.

He directly transferred an infantry battalion to help.

His 109th Brigade actually did not lack manpower. After the expansion, it had more than 5,000 people.

What was lacking was weapons and ammunition. How could they not be proactive?

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