20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 375: The unjust teacher seeks skin from a tiger

Jiang Lianheng couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the entire warehouse of arms.

He casually opened a wooden box, and inside were five 38 covers that had yet to be assembled, equipped with stainless steel bayonets that were as sharp as frost.

The copper-tipped bullets in the small box were as dense as a honeycomb.

Jiang Lianheng's eyes scanned the surroundings. Based on this calculation, there are at least more than 3,000 trolls in the entire warehouse, only a few more.

Equipping half a division of troops is obviously an exaggeration.

However, Fengjun is the foundation of the patrol battalion, and it is not fully staffed. Even half a division may not have such sophisticated equipment.

It seems that although the Qing court collapsed, the embers of the royal family, the elderly and the young are still alive.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

Whether it is financial resources or influence of the Zongshe Party, it is difficult for urban gangs like the Jiang family to compare with it.

This is good stuff!

"Mountain cannon!" Jiang Lianheng exclaimed.

Li Zheng nodded. Since this thing cannot be owned by him, then no one else should want it either.

Those wooden boxes were not spliced ​​together from thin wooden boards, but were integrated into one piece and looked quite strong.

Suddenly, Jiang Lianheng's eyes paused.

As he spoke, he gently touched the murder weapon in front of him with his palms. There was a greedy and fierce look in his eyes, but soon it gradually dimmed.

"Sanyi rapid-fire artillery." Li Zheng corrected, "I saw it when the Japanese were attacking Maozi. There are also them in the Beiyang Army."

"Exploded?"

The gangster’s style is on full display!
However, Jiang Lianheng repeatedly waved his hands to reject it: "It's okay to explode, but don't take me with you."

In the corner of the warehouse, several smaller square wooden boxes caught his attention.

Li Zheng bowed and looked at Jiang Lianheng with interest. He seemed a little surprised and asked, "We have a big business, are you afraid?"

Unexpectedly, with the faint light, I lowered my head and saw a two-meter-long stainless steel gun barrel lying quietly in a long wooden box!

"Unfortunately, it's too heavy to move." Li Zheng muttered to himself, then suddenly turned around and suggested, "Blow it up!"

Li Zheng was stunned and did not respond.

He was squatting by the wall, holding a dim flashlight in his hand, shining it on a long, flat wooden box, and muttering: "I'm fucked."

Jiang Lianheng turned around quickly and shouted angrily not far behind him: "Li Zheng!"

"Grenade!"

"Li Zheng?"

So, he frowned, stood up with a murmur, and walked slowly to Li Zheng.

Jiang Lianheng shouted softly again, but still received no response.

Jiang Lianheng picked up a bayonet and approached on tiptoe. He knelt down and pried open one of the boxes. He saw that it was pitch black inside and looked like a box of coal. He carefully took out something the size of a fist and held it up to the transom. Looking carefully in the beam of light shooting up and down, I couldn't help but be stunned.

"It's not that I'm afraid or not. My business is over and I don't want to cause other problems."

Jiang Lianheng's goal is clear, which is to eradicate the threat of Rong Wuye.

To achieve his goal, he is not afraid of taking risks alone, provided it is worth it.

Not to mention whether the golden cicada can escape from its shell after blowing up the arms warehouse. It's impossible not to make such a big noise without alerting the enemy.

What he wants is not temporary happiness, but the survival of the Jiang family. Being so careless will only make the situation get out of control.

Li Zheng sneered and shook his head without saying anything.

Jiang Lianheng didn't bother to defend himself, he just felt that the arms warehouse in front of him was particularly strange.

"I still think it's a bit fake!" He said, "Three-eight guns, rapid-fire cannons, grenades...this batch of arms must be worth at least hundreds of thousands. Why are there only so few people guarding them here?"

Li Zheng turned off the flashlight, stood up, and said lazily: "Who knows, maybe someone will be sent over tomorrow to watch, so I said you have to hurry up if you want to blow it up..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Lianheng's expression suddenly changed and he immediately made a silencing gesture towards him.

"Shhh! There's movement!"

Sure enough, the next second, Zhao Guoyan was at the door and shouted softly to the two of them: "Brother Dao, someone is coming!"

"Rumble" - the sound of a moving car!
The patrol police outside the warehouse immediately took action, and the "thumping, thumping, thumping" footsteps gathered from all directions. They did not rush towards them, but gradually drifted away, heading towards the door of the entire warehousing and transfer center.

Jiang Lianheng and Li Zheng hurriedly sealed the wooden box and ran quickly towards the warehouse door: "How many people are here?"

Zhao Guoyan leaned sideways on the door panel, looked diagonally forward through the crack in the door, frowned and said, "It's just a black car."

"Eiwu?"

"It doesn't look like it. It's different from the one I saw before." At this time, a quarrel in Japanese suddenly sounded outside the warehouse.

Jiang Lianheng came closer and looked out, looking past the corner of the warehouse directly in front. He saw that outside the gate surrounded by barbed wire, the Oriental Patrol was checking the identity of the black car.

"Brother Dao, that black car is probably here to find this batch of arms. Let's leave now!" Zhao Guoyan said anxiously.

Jiang Lianheng turned around, glanced back at the two transom windows near the "herringbone" ceiling, and then looked at the pile of wooden boxes.

"You two go first, I want to see if it's Rong Wu who's coming."

"What?"

"Don't worry!" Jiang Lianheng immediately took out two grenades from his pocket, handed them to the front and said, "Take these, you two. Keep an eye on them after you go out. If there are many people coming in, shoot at others." Throw it out of the warehouse and if there is a noise, I can run away."

Zhao Guoyan took the grenade and asked, "Brother Dao, what about you?"

"I have a box over there!" Jiang Lian pointed behind him and urged, "Get out of Saleng, don't be so annoying!"

Li Zheng dragged Zhao Guoyan out, quickly locked the door, and while the Dongyang patrol officers were arguing in the distance, he quickly turned over and escaped from the storage and transfer center.

Jiang Lian put a bayonet on his waist, loaded the cannon, and put a few grenades in his arms. Then he turned over, jumped over the large shelf at human height, and hid in the shadows.

The decision to lurk was not a whim or a hot-headed one.

There was only one black car outside, and there were not many people there, so it was naturally impossible to transfer arms.

The Dongyang Patrol's reaction was very violent, indicating that they did not know in advance that someone was coming, and it was the middle of the night. They must have deliberately kept a low profile, so they were even less likely to mobilize troops.

Because of this, Jiang Lianheng dared to stay in the warehouse.

After a while, the roar of the car engine sounded again, "buzzing and rumbling", getting closer and closer.

Immediately afterwards, a bright and particularly dazzling yellow light squeezed in through the crack in the door, transformed into a golden thread, swept across the dark warehouse, and finally stopped at the corner of the transom.

Jiang Lianheng adjusted his body and looked through the gaps between the wooden boxes to observe the movement at the warehouse door.

The concrete floor seemed to be covered with a golden carpet.

"Bang-bang!"

There was a sound of car doors opening and closing, and several black shadows shook on the ground.

"Click" - Jiang Lianheng quietly turned on the safety switch of the box cannon, as if something was choking in his throat.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, occasionally mixed with a few words in Oriental words, and someone translated them into Chinese.

The key was obviously the natural enemy of the lock, and the two door panels were pushed open with a "rumble".

"Turn on the lights and close the door!" someone ordered.

Then, there were two "pop" sounds, the high-wattage light bulb on the roof flashed twice, and the whole warehouse immediately lit up.

Through the gap between the wooden boxes, Jiang Lianheng saw two Japanese patrolmen closing the two door panels from the outside.

There were only three people standing at the door of the warehouse.

There was a man in a black suit, short and stocky, with a thick beard on his upper lip. He was about forty years old. He had his hands behind his back and looked at himself in all directions. He was obviously an Oriental.

The other one was wearing a long robe, a reddish-brown mandarin jacket, and pigtails. He was obviously middle-aged, but his movements always made him feel sluggish and old.

Behind the two of them stood a small figure. Needless to say, he was naturally their translator.

Gao Dongyang was shy and walked around in the warehouse while talking. Xiao Fen was always following behind to translate.

“Here are the arms purchased by your prince from a loan from the Okura Consortium, five thousand Type 38 rifles, six Type 31 rapid-fire cannons, and two Type 41 mountain cannons, plus weapons such as bullets and grenades. This equipment is enough to help you defeat Zhang Yuting's 27th Army Division. Of course, if you can defeat the enemy without a fight and avoid harming the interests of the Imperial Railway, that would be the best result."

The man in the red jacket followed behind. Even though they were the buyers, they still acted in a condescending tone.

"Mr. Ishikawa, I know that your country values ​​integrity, but - are there five thousand rifles here?"

Xiao Fentou used more euphemistic words to convey the meaning of the red mantle to Xiao Dongyang.

Gao Dongyang frowned, turned away and said: "Of course not all the arms purchased by your prince are here. There are also more than two thousand Type 38 rifles and two cannons, which are to be smuggled from Goryeo to Mongolia along the Anfeng Railway. cavalry."

"Oh, good! Good, good!"

The man in the red mantle hurriedly came forward and saluted: "Thank you very much for your help, and I hope our two countries will be friendly and our friendship will last forever!"

friendship?

Gao Dongyang sneered and thought to himself: Who would talk about friendship with cows, horses and livestock?
Although Red Jacket is flattering, he is not a fool. Of course he understands that the Japanese look down on him, but when he is under the roof, he has to bow his head. What else can he do besides flattery?
"Mr. Ishikawa, our prince is a little worried. If the weapons are shipped from the Anfeng Line and pass through Fengtian, nothing will happen, right?"

Gao Dongyang frowned and explained reluctantly: "The South Manchuria Railway is the territory of the empire. We can transport whatever we want. You don't have to worry. Can it be lost?"

"You can't, you can't!" The red mantle smiled against his will, "Then - when are you going to help us, King Qin, restore the country? Our prince is not urging you, but it has been dragging on for half a year..."

Xiao Dongyang interrupted sharply: "You can only act when the empire tells you to act!"

(End of this chapter)