Chapter 757: The arrow is already on the string

Everyone was very happy, except Zhang Yong.

He was confused. At the same time, he was secretly surprised.

He clearly remembered that the last time he came here, there was no weapon sign displayed.

If there was, he would definitely have been impressed.

In other words, these weapons and ammunition may have been hidden only recently.

Whose yard is this?

Who hid the weapons and ammunition here?

Zhang Yong silently observed. Three wooden boxes were unearthed. Each box contained six rifles.

In between the rifles were loose bullets. And some five-round magazines. A rough estimate was that there were almost 2,000 bullets in a large wooden box.

Six rifles and 2,000 bullets. Very sufficient.

Ordinary National Army soldiers only had 20 to 30 bullets on their person. If they were from a miscellaneous regiment, they might not even have that.

An elite army like the 74th Army would never have more than five of these.

It is said that the Eighth Route Army had little ammunition, but in fact, the National Army's miscellaneous armies also had very little ammunition. In particular, some of the Sichuan army was really similar to beggars.

The Japanese spy I met last time actually went to turn the 66th Sichuan Army Division against me.

Afterwards, Zhang Yong never figured out how the Japanese invaders could feel that this 66th Sichuan Army Division was a threat.

The fighting power of the Sichuan army, honestly, heh heh...

It's not that I despise the Sichuan army. It's an objective fact. They fought very bravely. But the weapons and ammunition were really poor. As a result, the overall fighting power was not satisfactory.

'Good, good, good!'

Yang Shanfang's mouth split with joy.

There were almost 10,000 rounds of ammunition in just three oversized wooden boxes. No wonder he was happy.

What was the most needed at the training base? It was actually ammunition.

Training with live ammunition was necessary to achieve better results.

Otherwise, just aiming would be really pointless.

Soldiers who have not received live-fire training are basically doomed when they go to war.

Lu Keming, Lin Nansheng, and Huang Chu were also very happy.

Of course, what they needed most were weapons.

They all thought that they would have to go back to the secret service to get weapons. They never expected that Zhang Yong would casually take them out for a spin and they would get weapons and ammunition.

Although they were rifles, they were still weapons. They could be used when necessary.

So, although it was dark, everyone's eyes were shining. They were full of confidence in their future. And they were also full of confidence in Zhang Yong.

'This way.'

Zhang Yong suppressed the worry in his heart.

In the back of his mind, he was a little worried that Jinling would turn out like Beiping.

What was Beiping like? It was like the Japanese had stockpiled weapons and ammunition at various strategic points. Once the battle started, they could take them out and use them.

Caged chickens rebelling was the most difficult to deal with.

Moreover, Japanese spies will definitely disguise themselves as other people to cause chaos in the city.

Before, on Shanghai Beach, a Japanese spy even dared to disguise himself as someone from the police department and directly intercepted the Kong family's armoured truck. What else wouldn't they dare to do?

What should we do?

We can only try to sabotage them as much as possible.

Dig up as many of these hidden weapons and ammunition as possible. Use them for ourselves.

When the Japanese spies try to take the weapons and ammunition, they will find that they are already empty.

Haha!

Completely free!

They found a second weapon sign.

It was a dog kennel. A real dog kennel. For keeping dogs.

There were no dogs there anymore. But the smell of dog shit lingered. No one wanted to go near it.

Of course, the police cadets, who had just been accepted, didn't care about that. Excited, they used their tools to flatten the kennel. And dug out the weapons hidden underneath.

There were also three wooden boxes. They were also wrapped in waterproof tarpaulin.

They opened them.

They were all shotguns.

They were still in good condition. They were shiny.

There were fifteen shotguns in each wooden box, a total of 45. Between the shotguns were magazines. Or shotguns.

There were a lot of bullets. Each box had more than a thousand rounds. There were 5,000 rounds in total.

The shotguns were marked with the Fengtian Arsenal logo.

Sure enough, they had been seized from the Northeastern Army. After all, the Northeastern Army had a lot of weapons and ammunition!

'Let's split it 50-50,' Zhang Yong said to Yang Shanfang.

'You take more,' Yang Shanfang beamed, 'just give me a few.'

'Okay,' Zhang Yong nodded.

He took 25 himself. They were equipped directly.

Each person carries two spare magazines. That's more than enough.

After all, they are secret agents, not soldiers in a large-scale battle.

The magazines all have 10 rounds. There are no 20-round magazines. So, although the 20-round revolver is a name that sounds impressive, most of the time, they use the 10-round short magazines.

'Lu Keming!'

'Here!'

'Your team will all switch to using revolvers!'

'Yes!'

Lu Keming answered excitedly.

He immediately distributed the shotguns and ammunition. Each person got a shotgun and three magazines. There were also 30 rounds of shotgun shells.

In fact, there was no need for so much. It was quite heavy to carry. However, they didn't care as they were going on their first official mission. They couldn't wait to fill their bodies with as much ammunition as possible. Who could complain about too much ammunition?

Zhang Yong also felt full of security.

Now there were dozens of people around him. There were rifles and shotguns. There was also a large amount of ammunition, so who was afraid of?

Unconsciously, he glanced at Lin Nansheng and Huang Chu. Fortunately, they had been very quiet after they got the weapons.

They continued digging.

They found the third weapon symbol.

It was underneath a storage room. It also stank to high heaven.

It was probably the Japanese spies who hid the weapons and ammunition on purpose. They deliberately prevented others from getting close. So that the weapons and ammunition would not be discovered.

If Zhang Yong didn't have a special map, he definitely wouldn't have paid attention.

It stinks to death. If you encounter it, you will go around. How could you come here specifically to dig?

Dig!

With great enthusiasm!

Dig up the ground!

Soon, another wooden box was dug up.

Only one wooden box?

Open it.

Inside is a grenade launcher.

It's the kind commonly used by the Japanese invaders. 50mm calibre. Maximum range 300 metres.

The Japanese army was already equipped with a new type of grenade launcher, with a maximum range of 700 metres. But the one in front of them was not. It's the old one.

In addition, there were 12 grenades inside the wooden box. They were wrapped in oilcloth and in perfect condition.

'Damn it!'

Yang Shanfang was a little surprised.

There was actually a grenade launcher. Who was it for? What was the point?

This thing is a long-range weapon!

'The Japanese have big plans,'

Zhang Yong had already come to a conclusion.

There was no doubt that these weapons and ammunition were definitely hidden by Japanese spies.

The aim is simple. It's a coordinated attack. Together with the Japanese invaders outside, they will take Jinling.

Judging from the time the weapons were buried, it should be recent.

In other words, the Japanese spies have been secretly preparing to capture Jinling since now.

This is a very bad sign.

The Japanese spies must have the approval of the military to act so recklessly.

And the reason the Japanese military is acting so recklessly is related to the February 26th Incident. The Japanese are becoming more and more impatient.

They already covet Nanjing.

Nanjing is the capital of China! If the Japanese want to conquer Nanjing, they want to annex the whole of China!

If we say that the Japanese previously coveted Northeast China and North China, then now, their appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and they have already begun to covet the whole of China.

When we think about the economic intelligence that the Japanese previously collected from all over China, we can fully predict that the Japanese are preparing for full-scale invasion.

The arrow is already on the string.

Jinling is in grave danger.

What's even more deadly is that there should be more than one such stronghold.

In order to coordinate an attack from both inside and outside, the Japanese spies will definitely create more chaos in the city.

In fact, in the historical context, the Battle of Jinling itself was very chaotic. Especially in the later period.

It is absolutely impossible to say that there were no Japanese spies stirring up trouble and creating panic.

There must have been quite a few Japanese spies who infiltrated Jinling. They definitely wouldn't have appeared as Japanese spies, but rather as Chinese people, or even as the Chinese army.

It's like those weapons we saw earlier, the Maxim machine guns and the submachine guns. Once they were equipped and the soldiers were wearing the uniforms of the National Army, who would have known who they really were in the chaos? As long as they took the lead in creating chaos, many other troops who didn't know the situation would also follow suit. The result would naturally be utter chaos and disorganisation.

Just thinking about it is terrifying.

'Those sons of bitches,' Yang Shanfang gritted his teeth.

'Do you have a car?' Zhang Yong asked.

'Two,' Yang Shanfang replied. "What do you want to do?'

'Take a few people and we'll go for a drive," Zhang Yong replied. "I suspect there may be more places like this.'

'Really?" Yang Shanfang was initially happy, but then became worried.

Like Zhang Yong, he had thought of the terrible consequences.

Once the Japanese spies got their hands on these weapons, they could cause chaos in the city. Even the military police would probably find it difficult to quickly bring the situation under control.

The key was that when the Japanese spies caused chaos, it would also be the time when the Japanese invaders attacked from the outside.

The Nationalist army would have to deal with the attacks of the regular Japanese army on the one hand, and guard against the Japanese spies stirring up trouble in the city on the other. It would probably not be that easy.

Who knew how many traitors the Japanese spies had already bribed within the ranks of the Nationalist army?

Traitors were the ones they hated the most.

Traitors are the most destructive.

Unfortunately, they are also the most difficult to distinguish from the rest.

Immediately, someone was assigned to get into the car.

Huang Chu and Lin Nansheng were among them. Both of them were armed.

Huang Chu was relatively quiet. Lin Nansheng, on the other hand, seemed a little agitated. But soon, he calmed down. He kept a low profile.

They set off.

They began searching the nearby area.

How?

Zhang Yong judged that they should be near a strategic location. Or in a densely populated area.

In any case, either it is possible to occupy key points. Or it is relatively easy to create chaos.

Sure enough, near Jinchuan Gate, Zhang Yong found densely packed weapon symbols again.

Judging from the map, it was obviously a civilian residence. But there was no one living in it.

He immediately took someone over there.

It turned out to be a deserted brick house.

Perhaps the owner had died. Or maybe he fled. So it was deserted.

Previously, Jinling City was also a place where the flags of the various powers kept changing.

'There's something inside?' Yang Shanfu couldn't believe it.

'Let's go in and take a look,' Zhang Yong nodded. He waved his hand. He told Lin Nansheng to go in first.

If you want to get ahead, Lin Nansheng, you have to take the lead.

Lin Nansheng cautiously carried the shotgun, gently opened the dilapidated wooden door, and then went in.

Inside, it was in a state of disrepair. Cobwebs were everywhere. The floor was very muddy.

In many places, there was thick moss. When you stepped on it, it made a sizzling sound. Fortunately, there were a lot of people, otherwise, just the sound would make your hair stand on end.

Are there ghosts in this world? Definitely not. But, just a little scared...

Zhang Yong waved his hand at Lu Keming. Indicating that they should all go in as a team. Huang Chu was also among them.

After entering, of course, there were no accidents.

But there was danger.

It felt like the roof could collapse at any moment.

So everyone stood close to the courtyard to avoid being injured by falling debris.

Zhang Yong then entered and found the first weapon symbol.

The cunning Japanese spy had actually hidden it under the wall. If they dug, the wall would definitely collapse.

And it was dark. There was no way they could carry out precise construction.

They didn't have the conditions for that.

Everyone there was a roughneck, so how would they know how to carry out technically difficult construction?

What should they do?

Forget it. Dig. Just push it flat. Let it collapse.

'Crashing...'

'Crashing...'

Sure enough, the roof started to collapse.

Shards of bricks and tiles fell all over the place. But there was no dust.

It was mainly because it was so damp. There was no way the dust could fly.

'Demolish it all!'

Zhang Yong simply waved his hand.

He ordered the entire tile house to be razed.

There were plenty of people.

The group was full of energy and worked feverishly, even at night.

Soon, the first weapons and ammunition were unearthed. But there was only one wooden box. It was full of submachine guns. And bullets. Nothing new.

A second box was also unearthed. It was full of wooden-handled hand grenades. Sixty of them.

'Hey, I'll take all of these,' Zhang Yong shouted.

'What do you need these for?' Yang Shanfang wondered.

'It's useful,' Zhang Yong said without going into detail. OOTB tactics were also considered his secret weapon, an excellent way to kill people at home or on the go.

As long as you're not planning to capture them alive, a barrage of grenades can kill even the most powerful immortal.

He had used up all the grenades he had brought last time, so this was a good opportunity to restock. His personal space only had MK2 grenades, not wooden-handled grenades.

In terms of throwing distance alone, wooden-handled grenades are still more powerful. The most powerful can be thrown more than 70 metres. The average person can throw 50 metres.

But it seems difficult to throw a round grenade 50 metres.

'Lu Keming!'

'Here!'

'Bring all the grenades. Each person carry one. Put the rest in the car.'

'Yes!'

Lu Keming followed the instructions.

Zhang Yong followed and found the second weapon sign.

It didn't matter where it was. It was just under the ruins. He just dug.

What he dug up was also a submachine gun. It was exactly the same as the one before. They were both made in the Fengtian Arsenal. But the bullets were not.

It seemed that the bullets were imported? The quality was very good. The domestically produced ones did not seem to be of such a high standard.

It felt like the Japanese spies didn't do a very thorough job. These bullets were the loophole. How could the average National Army have such high-quality bullets?

On second thought, Zhang Yong seemed to have figured it out again. After the Japanese invaders occupied the three provinces of Northeast China, they seized a large amount of weapons and ammunition from the Northeast Army, and what was left must have been the best.

Only weapons and ammunition of relatively good quality would be used by the Japanese invaders themselves. If they were of poor quality, they would not even be considered.

It was as if the Ma Si Huan rifle was always captured. Because only the Ma Si Huan rifle could meet the Japanese invaders' standards. Other rifles such as the Liaozao 13 were simply thrown away as rubbish by the Japanese invaders and used by the puppet army.

The same goes for bullets.

The Japanese only had better-quality bullets. They couldn't be bothered to find inferior ones.

Distribute weapons.

Armed all three squads.

Everyone has a pistol. At least 30 bullets.

There are also ten spare Ma Si Huan rifles and a grenade launcher. Yang Shanfu doesn't want the grenade launcher. Zhang Yong does.

After a lot of busy work, it's already the early hours of the morning.

Suddenly, a large number of weapon symbols appeared at the edge of the map. Check. It turned out to be Gu Bafeng.

'Who is it?'

'Secret Service!'

'Gu Bafeng, it's me!'

'What? Shaolong?'

Gu Bafeng exclaimed in surprise. It wasn't a fake.

He really didn't expect Zhang Yong to come back to Jinling. And work here in the middle of the night.

He thought something had happened and he had brought a large group of military police. It turned out to be an acquaintance!

"It's me.'

'What are you doing? Do you need any help? We have people here!'

'We've just finished. The Japanese invaders buried some weapons and ammunition here. We're digging them up.'

'Really?'

Gu Bafeng didn't find it strange.

It was not unusual for Japanese spies to do anything. Everyone knew what they were up to.

Before they met Zhang Yong, those Japanese spies were actually quite arrogant. They felt that no one could see through them. As a result, Zhang Yong appeared.

All the Japanese spies suddenly met with tragedy.

Not only that, but they had even dug up the weapons and ammunition they had buried.

'Got any big money? If so, share some with us,' said Gu Bafeng with a smile, "We haven't had any income for a long time.'

'Last time we asked your military police for assistance, but you didn't do anything. Who's to blame?" Zhang Yong rolled his eyes.

'Hey, don't mention it. Just talking about it makes me angry. We have already removed that inconsiderate guy from his position. Son of a bitch. That stupid guy!'

'For nothing, Xuan Tiewu got such a big benefit. I'm spitting blood.'

'We're spitting blood too. Really. I can't wait to slap that guy. Next time something like this happens, you have to call me. Even if it's 3am. You have to wake me up.'

'It's a deal. Even if you're on a woman's belly, you have to get up.'

'Promise to get up.'

'Okay!'

'If...'

Gu Bafeng's voice suddenly stopped.

Instead, he saw someone unpack a wooden box, which turned out to be full of silver dollars.

Zhang Yong was facing away from the box and hadn't seen it yet. But he noticed that Gu Bafeng's expression was strange, so he turned around. As a result, his expression also became strange.

What's going on?

Why is there a big box full of silver dollars?

Are you kidding me...

What the hell is the Japanese spy up to?

It's understandable that you would bury weapons and ammunition. But why bury silver dollars as well?

I can't figure it out.

I think the Japanese spies must have been out of their minds.

Why bury them here?

Could it be that this Japanese spy was also hoarding goods?

Zhang Yong had noticed before that many Japanese spies liked to hide.

They were unwilling to hand over all the money they had earned. Human nature is the same everywhere. There are greedy people in every nation.

'We'll split it!'

'We'll split it!'

Gu Bafeng shouted excitedly.

Zhang Yong: ...

Okay, okay, there's a share for everyone!

This is a complete surprise!

Perhaps it's a gift from the Japanese spy to those police academy students?

Bah!

What Japanese spy gave it. I, Zhang Yong, gave it!

I, Zhang Yong, discovered it!

It's mine!

Turn back.

Arrange to distribute the money.

I like doing this the most.

Give Gu Bafeng one-third first. This is equivalent to buying the Military Police Command.

As long as there is enough interest, this guy Gu Bafeng is still very helpful. Last time it was him who blocked the people from the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

Then the rest, ten silver dollars for each police cadet.

The name is very simple. It is the settling-in allowance. It is the first allowance for entering the secret service.

There is no need for any flowery words. Just hand out the money.

Morale had already soared above 120, and now it has reached full capacity, 255 locked in!

Continue digging!

'Ah...'

'Ah...'

Suddenly, someone let out a scream. Then there was dead silence.

Zhang Yong glanced over and was also stunned.

Crap!

It was actually a mortar!

And it was an 82-mm calibre one!

Next to the mortar was a drawing.

To be precise, it was a map.

When it was opened, it was a brief sketch of the terrain of Jinling. It was very detailed. And it seemed to be quite accurate.

There were a few X marks on it. They were marked in red. Very eye-catching.

'What is it?'

'The target of the artillery attack.'

'Where is this?'

'It looks like the Presidential Palace...'

'What?'

Gu Bafeng froze.

Yang Shanfu: ...

The others were also collectively stunned.

Then cold sweat broke out.

What?

The Presidential Palace?

Oh my god!

Someone wants to shell the Presidential Palace?

Oh my god!

Something big has happened!