20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 374 Three tigers, one warehouse of arms

The waves rise and fall, with a soothing rhythm, washing over the shore of the pier over and over again, making a splashing sound.

Not far from the northwest corner of the port, under the dim and flickering lights, a dozen large flat-floor warehouses are connected to form a warehousing and transshipment center.

There are not many Dongyang patrol officers. They work in groups of two and two, carrying rifles on their shoulders. They are scattered around the field surrounded by barbed wire. They chat while casually patrolling and guarding. Compared with usual, there seems to be no Any difference.

The sea breeze was strong, making the barbed wire clank.

A ghost policeman turned his back to the wind, hunched over, lighting a cigarette, wasting half a box of matches, and failed to light the cigarette. He turned around involuntarily, muttered "Baga" to the port, and turned around angrily to leave.

"call--"

The strong wind swallowed up the rustling footsteps, and three figures flashed past him.

They shuttled in the light and shadow, played between life and death, ran at night against the corner of the warehouse, and finally stopped in the darkest corner.

In order to conceal their whereabouts, only Jiang Lianheng, Zhao Guoyan and Li Zheng were lurking here.

At this time, on the other side of the warehouse, Xiao Dongyang's footsteps suddenly sounded rustling.

Jiang Lian smacked his lips, but said, "You didn't tell me. I have to see it with my own eyes."

By that time, even if he passed information to Zhang Laogeda, he would not have time to send troops back to guard the provincial capital, because the 27th Division had quite a few troops and were still watching out for the movements of the Mongolian bandits in the north.

Jiang Lianheng breathed a sigh of relief, and then while fiddling with the wire in his hand, he whispered: "I'm afraid that if there are really all munitions there, there may be no time to transfer them, or even if they are transferred, they will definitely There will also be military escorts.”

Li Zheng whispered: "It's just an ordinary big padlock, about the size of a fist."

Most of the Hu bandits recruited by the Zongshe Party in southern Liaoning were disguised as dock workers in Dalian.

Jiang Lian stretched his neck and stepped forward, but saw that the door of the warehouse was closed a dozen steps away, and it didn't look any different.

Taking a step back, even if this batch of arms has nothing to do with the CCP, it is still important information. Of course, the sooner it is confirmed, the better.

With the South Manchuria Railway helping to transport troops, they could gather two to three thousand troops under Fengtian City in just half a day.

The dormitory of the "Fuguoqinwangjun" is in a row of red brick buildings not far from the port. If the arms are really weapons, there is no need to transfer them elsewhere.

The three of them immediately leaned against the wooden board of the warehouse, holding their breath and staring at the figure on the ground in the corner.

Jiang Lianheng and Zhao Guoyan both took out their guns. Although Li Zheng had both hands free, not only did he not panic, but he was actually a little excited.

"Almost!" Li Zheng nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Zhao Guoyan hurriedly persuaded: "Brother Dao, I don't think it's reliable. Even if we go in, these goods can't be moved out. Why don't we pretend to be a porter and sneak in while they are being transferred."

"Brother, how long will it take to open a lock?" Li Zheng raised his finger and pointed to a warehouse diagonally opposite, "The goods unloaded from the ship are all there."

Big locks and small locks, even if the structures are exactly the same, each has its own difficulty. If the lock is big, the keyhole will be big, which is easy to fiddle with the lock cylinder, but it is difficult to use force; if the lock is small, the keyhole will be small, which is convenient to fiddle with the lock cylinder, but it is difficult to fiddle with the lock cylinder.

Fortunately, the footsteps had no intention of stopping at all. They seemed to be just passing by and soon faded away.

It can be foreseen that the day when these arms are distributed is when the "Fuguo Qinwang Army" marches north.

"That depends on what kind of lock it is."

At this time, there was another conversation from the ghost police in the distance. The sound was very loud and there were many people.

Li Zheng listened for a moment, and then reminded him quickly: "The little devil has taken over his shift. If you want to get in, do it now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Lian rushed out with an arrow, like a bullet coming out of the barrel, stabbing towards the warehouse door not far away. The old man kept silent and didn't consult with anyone, which caught people off guard.

Zhao Guoyan came back to his senses and looked again, only to see that Jiang Lianheng was already halfway through the fight. He couldn't help but secretly thought: Just back then, you were calling me a tough guy!

This person was not timid, so he clenched his teeth and immediately rushed out to cover Brother Dao.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he started, his eyes suddenly went dark, and another tiger rushed over, without even a gun in his hand!
The three of them met under the lamplight in front of the warehouse door.

Jiang Lianheng was focused on opening the lock with his head lowered. At this time, the more you look around, the less likely your subordinates will be.

His face was not red, he was not panting, his mind was not confused, and his hands were not shaking. The slender wire seemed to be a living little snake on his fingertips, and he wormed his way into the keyhole.

Zhao Guoyan and Li Zheng turned their backs to Jiang Lianheng and looked around with full vigilance.

At the same time, the two of them had a tacit understanding, and no one spoke to urge Jiang Lianheng. If he started, he would go. If he didn't, it would be useless.

“Click, click, click—pop!”

The lock tongue jumped. Jiang Lian pushed open half of the door panel, stepped in sideways and said, "Okay, come in!"

"Okay, okay?"

Zhao Guoyan and Li Zheng looked surprised. They turned their heads in unison and saw that the warehouse door had indeed been pushed open a crack, and Jiang Lianheng's figure had disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them ducked in one after another, closed the door, and pressed their bodies against the door panel to prevent it from being blown open by the strong wind and attracting Xiao Dongyang's attention.

"Haha! Brother, that's great!" Li Zheng couldn't help but grin, "I knew I was right about you!"

Zhao Guoyan also praised: "Brother Dao, I'm really not flattering you. Your skills are amazing and your speed is too fast. Is there ten? I feel like I just ran over and you opened the lock." ?”

A capable person is looked upon highly by others everywhere.

The words of Zhao Guoyan and Li Zheng were all spoken from the bottom of their hearts and they were sincerely admired.

However, the compliments from the two of them were like a mud cow drowning in the sea, and they did not get any response from Jiang Lianheng.

"Brother Dao?"

At the top of the warehouse, near the beams, there are narrow transom windows on the left and right. Silver-gray light beams traverse the room, and fine floating dust swims in between.

The surroundings were not completely dark, but they could not clearly see the expression on Jiang Lianheng's face.

He stood alone in the middle of the warehouse, gently twisting the wire bent into the shape of a "ji" in his hand with his fingertips. He was silent for a moment for some unknown reason, then quickly put it in his arms and whispered softly: "Okay, waste." What are you talking about? Hurry up and take a look at the goods!"

Li Zheng nodded and asked Zhao Guoyan to guard the door. Then he stretched out his hand in a familiar manner, groped on the wall of the door for a while, found a flashlight, covered it with his lapel, and turned on the switch.

The hazy and illusive dark light lit up in his hands, which was not dazzling but allowed him to clearly see the surrounding cargo boxes.

Jiang Lianheng opened one casually and looked down to see that it was a whole box of copper-tipped bullets. He opened another box and found several new 38-type rifles that had not yet been assembled.

"It's indeed arms!"

Li Zheng swept the dim flashlight around and couldn't help but exclaimed: "These trolls can almost equip half a division, right?"

The situation inside the warehouse made Jiang Lianheng and Zhao Guoyan dumbfounded - at least six to seven hundred - maybe more - large and small arms cargo boxes were neatly stacked on the shelves beside the wall and in the open space in the middle!

(End of this chapter)