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Chapter 1318: Fight at the Dock (Never forget the national humiliation and strive for self-improvement)

Time goes back to the day when Zuo Chong had a conversation with Dai Chunfeng. After listening to Teacher Bianyi’s complaints, Zuo Chong came to the Jialing River Naval Dock.

This place was originally a supply base for the Republic of China Navy. It was later leased by the National Government to the British and American fleets in Chongqing for use as a berth. There were also several barracks in the dock where soldiers from both countries lived together.

That evening, a rugby match was being held on the open space in front of the barracks entrance. The area around the field was filled with British and American sailors who were watching the fun, and various shouts were heard constantly.

More than ten minutes later, as one side was defeated, curses were heard from the crowd, and several low-ranking officers began to collect money one by one.

On a hill a few hundred meters away from the pier, Gu Qi and Zuo Chong stood side by side holding binoculars. Seeing this scene, Gu Qi looked at Zuo Chong in confusion and asked.

"Deputy Commander, you definitely didn't bring me here to watch the game. Do you have a mission?"

Zuo Zhong did not answer, but raised his chin towards the mountain: "Lao Gu, do you know how many British and American navies are in Shancheng?"

Gu Qi said without hesitation: "347 people. Before renting the dock, the military will specifically check the number of people so as to provide them with food and supplies."

Of course, this is just an excuse.

The capital of a country, even if it is a temporary capital, is a vital place.

If they don't find out how many British and American naval personnel are left in Chongqing, the leaders of the National Government will probably have to keep one eye open even when they sleep. They won't allow others to snore beside their beds.

Zuo Zhong said "hmm" lightly, tilted his head and whispered a few words to Gu Qi. Gu Qi's expression changed, and finally he nodded and left quickly.

After seeing them off, the sun gradually set. The British and American sailors prepared to serve dinner. Zuo Zhong stared at the direction of the dock for a long time without saying a word.

That night.

The commander of the British squadron stationed in Shancheng was drinking whiskey leisurely. Although he was called the squadron commander, in fact, his rank was only a major, and he had two small gunboats under his command that were not much bigger than a battleship lifeboat.

However, the major is very satisfied with his current life. Compared with his colleagues who are fighting the Germans in the Atlantic, he is willing to continue like this until the end of the war.

After finishing the wine in the glass, the British major was about to pour another one when an American Navy captain walked up to him and the two men started talking in low voices.

"We're running low on supplies, Major."

"Damn it, let the boys go to the black market to buy food tomorrow. We can't patrol on an empty stomach."

"Okay, I'll arrange it, and..."

The two men's voices became quieter and quieter, and the dock was silent. The waves hit the side of the ship, and the gunboat rocked gently.
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In Shanghai, Sogo Hall, the headquarters of Japan's Special Committee on China.

Ryosuke Hase sat in the spacious office, his eyes darting around with a hint of pride on his face. After working so hard for so long, he finally took the position of head of the agency.

After the breakdown of the Japan-Jewish negotiations, Osako Michimasa was repeatedly reprimanded by Tokyo, and a few days ago he was directly transferred back to his homeland to await his fate. He was completely finished.

Thanks to the contribution of "new penicillin" and the help of many business partners, Hase successfully took over the other party's position and was awarded the title of senior intelligence officer in China, in charge of No. 76, Hase Agency and the Special Committee on China.

But there is also bad news. Perhaps in order to balance the power or to win over Ji, the jurisdiction of No. 76 has changed.

Today, the Special Committee on China only has the right to guide No. 76 but not the right to command it. The relevant matters have been transferred to the Special Committee of the Nanjing Government.

Hase Ryosuke lit up his cigar and took a deep puff. He felt refreshed and relaxed in the curling smoke, as if even his body had become lighter.

"dong dong dong"

The door of the office rang, and Ryosuke Hase sat up straight. His expression quickly regained its dignity, and he said in a deep voice, "Come in."

A small spy hurried in, handed over the secret message with both hands, and reported: "Your Excellency, Chief of the Agency, secret message from Shancheng."

When Hase Ryosuke heard the words "Head of the Agency", he felt relieved and subconsciously asked the other party, "What did you call me just now?"

The young spy was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Sir, Chief of the Agency?"

"Yoshi~"

Ryosuke Hase felt relieved now. He took the secret message and looked down. When he saw the code name of the caller clearly, he immediately sent the little spy away.

Currently, Japan's moles in Yamashiro, except for a small number of veteran spies who have been lurking in the Republic of China before the war and whose identities are highly confidential, have all been sold to the Military Control Commission by Hase.

The Military Intelligence Bureau had two ways of dealing with these people: one was long-term surveillance, and the other was secret arrest. The Military Intelligence Bureau would then act as a mole to pass on false information.

The telegram in Hase's hand came from the second type of mole. After driving away the little spy, he immediately began to decipher the secret message.

There was not much content in the secret message, only a few short lines. Hase Ryosuke read the telegram again and again, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter. It was time for him to make a contribution.
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Just before Melos arrived at the mountain city, a man appeared outside a small courtyard in the mountain city. He looked behind him vigilantly and raised his hand to knock on the door.

With a creak, the gate opened, the man quickly entered the yard, and the old door was gently closed.

The man walked into the living room and handed a secret note to the person who opened the door: "His Excellency the Director has formulated a new plan and requires us to complete it." The person who opened the door was the head of the Special Committee on China in Shancheng. After receiving the order from his new boss, he did not dare to delay. After writing down the contents, he destroyed the note and used the dead mailbox to summon the action personnel.

In just two days, dozens of hidden Japanese spies were awakened. These people did not know each other and relied on secret codes or secret phrases to verify their identities.

In accordance with orders, the Japanese spies secretly gathered in an abandoned factory building, where they would receive missions and weapons and undergo necessary training.

The first thing to arrive was weapons. The deliveryman claimed to be from the Hase Agency. After the weapons were delivered, the other party did not say a single word. He just unloaded a pile of wooden boxes and turned away.

The person in charge nodded secretly. As expected of Lord Hase's subordinate, he acted cautiously. Thinking this in his mind, he ordered his men to use a crowbar to pry open the wooden box.

The contents of the wooden box made the Japanese spies present gasp. There were pistols, rifles, submachine guns, light machine guns, grenades, and all kinds of light and heavy firepower.

The Japanese spies could no longer hold back. They didn't even have a spear, while the Hase Agency was so well-equipped. The gap between the two sides was too big.

But thinking about the character of their former boss, the Japanese spies were immediately relieved. Transporting weapons required opening up countless connections, but Osako Michimasa was extremely stingy. Naturally, the China Committee could not compete with the Hase Agency.

The person in charge also greeted Osako from a distance, then conveyed Hase Ryosuke's order to everyone, and then asked everyone for any suggestions on the mission.

The Japanese spies understood that in a high-risk mission, any pertinent advice could potentially save their lives, so they spoke one after another, and one young man performed the best.

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When the meeting was over, the person in charge called the young man over and asked, "What's your name and how long have you been in town?"

The young man looked respectful and replied in fluent Republic of China dialect: "My name is Fujiwara. I was just assigned to Yamashiro last year. My superior is Team Leader Tanaka."

The person in charge understood and spoke with a somewhat regretful tone: "So you are a subordinate of Tanaka-kun. It's a pity that he has already sacrificed his life for His Majesty the Emperor, otherwise the mission would have been much smoother."

"Hai, after Lord Tanaka died, I followed orders and went into hiding. This is my first time to carry out a mission." The young man named Fujiwara was very excited.

The person in charge seemed to see himself many years ago and decided to give the young man a chance. He patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, you will be in charge of a team during the operation, and you will select the personnel yourself. Don't let me down."

Fujiwara was so excited that he bowed immediately and said, "Arigato Koseimas, Fujiwara will definitely not let you down."

The person in charge was very pleased and felt like he had been a mentor. The other Japanese spies did not object to having an extra team leader. Bullets have no eyes and they will not go around just because you are the team leader.

Fujiwara, who was successfully promoted, walked back to the team. Several Japanese spies stood beside him silently, and soon several more people joined Fujiwara's group.

The day Melos arrived in the mountain city.

Night fell over the city. The head of the China Special Committee in Shancheng looked at his watch and nodded to his men in the dark: "Action!"

Including Fujiwara, all the Japanese spies automatically divided into two groups and moved stealthily towards the river. The naval dock in the distance was as quiet as usual, with only a few sentries patrolling at the gate.

Ten minutes later, a Japanese spy ran back to report to the person in charge that the operatives had secretly occupied the first line of defense at the dock.

The person in charge reacted calmly to this, simply saying "speed up" without saying anything more.

With so many professional agents attacking a group of ordinary sailors, it would be normal for the operation to go smoothly, but it would be strange if it failed.

After urging his subordinates, the person in charge looked down at the time again. The new boss wanted to use the heads of the British and Americans to take credit to the new prime minister and at the same time undermine Sino-US cooperation. As a subordinate, he had to get this done.

As for the Japanese spies who sneaked into the dock, one group quietly moved towards the barracks, and the other group went straight to the gunboat on the riverside. If nothing unexpected happened, they would be able to complete the mission in a short time, but an accident still happened.

The Japanese spy on his way to the gunboat had just approached the pier when a deep voice suddenly rang out: "Who?"

Fujiwara, the leader of the team, knew that a surprise attack was no longer possible, so he simply waved his hand and said, "Assault! It's dark, load the board!"

The Japanese spy next to him wanted to curse, wondering if they were afraid that the enemy didn't know their location. But the arrow was on the string and had to be shot, so he had to rush towards the gunboat silently.

"Da da da da da..."

Continuous gunfire rang out, and the gunboat was filled with muzzle flames from the shooting. The Japanese spies at the front were either dead or injured. No one knew why there was so much automatic firepower on the gunboat.

Fujiwara hid behind a wooden stake half a person's thickness and calmly directed his crew to approach the gunboat from the water. As long as they could get close to the gunboat, the crew could use grenades to eliminate the rebels.

Several Japanese spies who were the first to join Fujiwara's group put the grenades into waterproof bags, bit them with their teeth, and jumped into the cold water with a splash.

The Japanese wanted this, and so did the British and American sailors on the gunboat. Someone began to force start the engine, and the diesel engine made a series of tumbling sounds, and it was about to start successfully.

Some sailors tried to fight back using small-caliber artillery and heavy machine guns, but a long period of peace had reduced the combat readiness of this small fleet to the lowest level. All the ammunition was in the bottom of the cabin and there was no time to move it.

"Stop the enemy from approaching the cable!" Fujiwara shouted, and fired a burst of shots at the mooring piles with his submachine gun, killing several people on the spot.

The fighting was intense at the dock. The Japanese spy chief who was watching from a distance became anxious. He hurriedly led his men to provide support, completely unaware that there was a group of people on the next hill.