Cicada Moving

Chapter 1318: Melee at the dock (don’t forget the national humiliation and strive for self-improvement)

Time went back to the day when Zuo Zhong was talking to Dai Chunfeng. After listening to Teacher Xianyuan’s complaint, Zuo Zhong came to the Jialing River Navy Pier.

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

That evening, a rugby match was being held in the open space in front of the barracks. The venue was crowded with British and American sailors watching the fun, and there were constant shouts.

Ten minutes later, as one side lost, curses came from the crowd, and several low-level officers began to collect money one by one.

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

"Vice-in-Chief, you are definitely not bringing me here to watch the football match. Do you have a mission?"

Zuo Zhong did not answer, but raised his chin towards Yamashita: "Old Gu, do you know how many people the British and American navies have in the mountain city?"

Gu Qi said without thinking: "There are 347 people. Before renting the dock, Jun Wei will specifically check the number of people in order to provide food and supplies to the other party."

Of course, this is just an excuse.

The capital of a country, even a temporary capital, is the key point.

I don't know how many people are in the British and American navies in Chongqing. The top brass in the government probably have to keep one eye open even when they sleep. How can they allow others to snore on the side of the bed?

Zuo Zhong gave a slight favor, tilted his head and whispered a few words to Gucci. Gucci's expression changed, and finally he nodded and left quickly.

After seeing each other off, the sun gradually set in the west. The British and American sailors were preparing to distribute dinner. Zuo Zhong stared in the direction of the dock for a long time without saying a word.

It's night.

The commander of the British squadron stationed in Shancheng drank whiskey leisurely and said he was the commander of the squadron. In fact, his military rank was only a major. He had two small gunboats under his command, which were not much bigger than a battleship lifeboat.

However, Mr. Major is very satisfied with his current life. Compared with his colleagues who fought against the Germans on the Atlantic, he is willing to continue like this until the end of the war.

After finishing the glass of wine, the British major was about to pour another glass. At this time, a US Navy captain walked up to him and the two started talking in a low voice.

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

"Hell, let the boys go to the black market to buy food tomorrow. We can't patrol hungry."

"Okay, I will make arrangements, and"

The voices of the two became quieter and quieter, and there was silence on the dock. The waves lapped against the side of the ship and the gunboat rocked gently.

—

Shanghai, Sogo Hall, home of the Japan Special Committee on China.

Hase Ryosuke was sitting in the spacious office, his eyes looking around, with a faint look of pride on his face. After working hard for so long, he finally took the position of agency director.

After the breakdown of the Japanese-Jewish negotiations, Osako Tsusada was repeatedly criticized by Tokyo. A few days ago, he was directly transferred back to the mainland to wait for mercy. He was completely finished.

Relying on the credit 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 for the sake of checks and balances, or to win over Ji, the jurisdiction of No. 76 has changed.

Today, the Special Committee on China only has guidance authority over No. 76, but no command authority. Related matters have been handed over to the Jinling government's special committee to take over.

Hase Ryosuke lit the cigar and took a nice puff. Amid the curls of green smoke, he felt refreshed and comfortable, as if his body was a little lighter.

"Dong dong dong"

The door of the office rang. Hase Ryosuke sat up straight, his expression quickly returned to dignity, and he uttered one word in a deep voice: "Come in."

A small agent hurriedly entered the door, handed over the secret telegram with both hands, and reported: "Your Excellency, Agency Chief, Mountain City's secret telegram."

When Hase Ryosuke heard the words "Your Majesty the Director of the Agency," he felt a rush of emotions in his heart and subconsciously asked the other party: "What did you just call me?"

The little agent was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly said: "Your Excellency, Chief of Agency?"

"Yoshi~"

Hase Ryosuke felt comfortable now. He received the secret message and looked down. When he saw the caller's code name clearly, he immediately sent the little agent away.

Currently, Japan's moles in mountain cities, except for a small number of veteran spies who had been lurking in the Republic of China before the war and whose identities were highly confidential, the rest were all sold to the military commander by Hase.

The military commander has two ways to deal with these people, one is long-term surveillance, the other is secret arrest, and the military commander then passes on false information as a mole.

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

The content of the secret telegram was not much, only a few lines. Hase Ryosuke took the telegram and read it over and over again. His eyes became brighter and brighter. It was time for him to make a contribution.

—

Before Melos was about to arrive in the mountain city, a man appeared outside a small courtyard in the mountain city. He glanced behind him warily and raised his hand to knock on the courtyard door.

With a creak, the courtyard door opened. The man quickly got into the courtyard, and the old door panel was gently closed.

The man walked into the living room and handed the person who opened the door a cryptic note: "Your Excellency, the head of the agency, has formulated a new plan and requires us to complete it." The person who opened the door was the person in charge of the Special Committee on China in Shancheng. After receiving the order from his new boss, this person did not dare to delay, wrote down the contents, destroyed the note, and used the dead mailbox to summon operatives.

In just two days, dozens of latent mobile spies were awakened. These people did not know each other, and their identity verification relied on secret codes or code words.

According to the order, the spies secretly gathered in an abandoned factory, where they will receive tasks and weapons, and undergo necessary training.

The first thing to arrive were weapons. The deliveryman claimed to be from Changgu Agency. After the weapons were delivered, the other party unloaded a pile of wooden boxes and left without saying a word.

The person in charge secretly nodded. He was worthy of being a subordinate of His Excellency Hase. He acted cautiously. Thinking to himself, he ordered someone to pry open the wooden box with a crowbar.

The contents of the wooden box made the spies present take a breath. Pistols, rifles, submachine guns, light machine guns, grenades, and all kinds of light and heavy firepower were all available.

The Japanese spies couldn't stand it any longer. They didn't even have spears, but the equipment of the Changgu Agency was so sophisticated. The gap between the two sides was too big.

But thinking about the virtues of their former bosses, the spies were immediately relieved. Transporting weapons required opening up countless joints, but Osako Tongsada was extremely stingy, so the China Committee was naturally no match for the Hase Agency.

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

The spies knew that in high-risk missions, any pertinent advice might save their lives, so they all spoke up, and one young man performed the best.

After the meeting ended, the person in charge called the young man: "What is your name and how long have you been in the city?"

The young man looked respectful and replied in proficient Republican dialect: "My name is Fujiwara. I was just dispatched to the mountain city last year. My upper line is Team Leader Tanaka."

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

"Hai, after Mr. Tanaka's jade was shattered, I lurked in accordance with the order. This is my first mission." The young man named Fujiwara was very excited.

The person in charge seemed to have seen himself many years ago and decided to give this young man a chance. He patted the other person on the shoulder.

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

Fujiwara was so excited that he bowed immediately: "Arigado Kuseimas, Fujiwara will definitely live up to your expectations."

It felt like I had done a good job, and the person in charge was very pleased. The other spies did not object to having an extra team leader. Bullets have no eyes, and the bullets will not go around just because you are the team leader.

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

The day Melos arrived in the mountain city.

Dark night enveloped the city. The person in charge of the Special Committee on China looked at his watch and nodded to his men in the darkness: "Action!"

Including Fujiwara, all the spies automatically divided into two groups and moved covertly towards the river. The Navy Pier in the distance was as quiet as usual, with only a few sentries patrolling the door.

Ten minutes later, a Japanese spy ran back and reported to the person in charge that the operators had secretly occupied the first line of defense of the pier.

The person in charge had a dull reaction to this, and simply replied to speed up, without any intention of saying more.

With so many professional agents going to sneak attack a group of ordinary sailors, it is normal for the operation to go smoothly. It would be strange if it failed.

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

Let's talk about the Japanese spies who sneaked into the dock. One group quietly went to the barracks, and the other group went straight to the gunboat on the river. If nothing unexpected happened, it would not take long to complete the task, but the accident still occurred.

The spy heading to the gunboat had just approached the trestle when a deep voice suddenly sounded: "Who?"

Fujiwara, who led the team, knew that a sneak attack was no longer realistic, so he simply waved his hand: "Give me the silk (assault), the **** is going to be loaded with black cards!"

The Japanese spy next to him wanted to scold him. Was he afraid that the enemy would not know their location?

"Da da da da da..."

Continuous gunshots rang out, and the gunboat was filled with muzzle flashes caused by shooting. The Japanese spies rushing 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 man thick and calmly directed the team members to approach the gunboat from the water. As long as they could get close to the gunboat, the operators could use grenades to deal with the rebels.

The first few spies who joined Fujiwara's team put the grenades in waterproof bags, bit them with their teeth, and jumped into the cold water with a plop.

The Japanese wanted this, and the British and American sailors on the gunboat also wanted it. Someone started to start the engine forcibly. The diesel engine made a grunting sound, and it was about to start successfully.

There were also some sailors who tried to use small-caliber artillery and heavy machine guns to fight back. However, the long-term peaceful life had reduced the combat readiness of this small fleet to the lowest level. All the ammunition was in the bilge, and there was no time to transport it.

"Prevent the enemy from approaching the cable!" Fujiwara shouted, aiming the submachine gun at the bollards and firing, killing several people on the spot.

There was a lively fight at the pier, and the person in charge of the Japanese spy who was watching the battle from a distance became anxious. He hurriedly led his people to support, completely unaware that there was a group of people on the hill next door.