Manila, 9 a.m.
A mixed convoy of twelve Isuzu Type 94, Type 97 and Toyota trucks drove into Manila.
It can be seen that the load of each truck is seriously exceeded.
Judging from the dirt on the car, this team has been driving for a long time.
In the entire Philippines, only the military can use so many trucks at one time.
Moreover, we have tried our best.
The speed of Toyota trucks can reach 70 kilometers per hour.
The Isuzu only has 50 kilometers.
Such a mix is also a helpless move.
As soon as he saw the convoy arriving, Fuzhong Jingze, who was smoking beside the car, immediately threw away his cigarette and waved to the leading car.
The convoy stopped.
The driver jumped out of the cab.
"Here from Sumalajia?" Fuzhong Jingze opened his mouth and asked.
"Yes, this is our ID." The driver handed over the ID.
Kuyama Satto, Sumaraga Military Police.
"Jiu Shanjun, you've had a hard journey." Fuzhong Jingze returned the certificate to the other party.
Unexpectedly, Kuyama Satto said: "Where is your ID?"
Fuzhong Jingze smiled, he was such a serious person.
He also took out his ID.
"Is there no one to escort you?" Fuzhong Jingze asked curiously.
"It's just us." Kuyama Satto handed back the ID and then opened the car door: "Look, we are carrying weapons."
Inside were two machine guns.
Fuzhong Jingze looked at several trucks. These two machine guns were the strongest firepower of the entire convoy.
Hisayama Sōto's lead truck was pretty good, and the truck behind him, which originally had a three-person cab, was also full of boxes.
It can be seen that this fleet has used every available space.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Fuzhong Jingze also knew that although the combat effectiveness of the local guerrillas in the Philippines was not worth mentioning, there was still great danger after all.
[In view of the general environment,
This convoy was able to successfully reach Manila from Sumalaga. I am afraid only they themselves know what they encountered on the way.
"Come with me, Pier 8."
After saying that, Fuzhong Jingze took the lead in getting into his car.
The convoy soon followed him and set off again.
…
Manila, Pier 8.
The convoy drove in slowly.
"Only warehouse three can be stacked."
Fuzhong Jingze felt helpless: "All other warehouses are already full."
"It doesn't matter. My mission is to successfully transport this batch of supplies to Manila."
Kuyama Sōto didn't seem to care at all: "Please check the supplies, Mr. Fukuchaka. In this transportation, we will transport a total of machine parts..."
As soon as Hisama Satto said this, Fukuzaka Keizawa interrupted him: "Okay, there is no need to report. Let's quickly call people to put it in the warehouse."
These drivers don’t know what they are transporting.
This was something Taniguchi Shibu specifically explained.
Everyone is greedy. Once it is known that they are transporting gold, no one can control what will happen.
Boxes filled with gold will be covered with a layer of industrial materials to hide the truth.
Moreover, each box will be sealed.
The task of the convoy is to smoothly transport the materials to the designated port in Manila.
Fuzhong Jingze's task is to pile these materials into the designated warehouse.
The remaining verification work will be done later.
Fuzhong Jingze just hopes to complete the work at hand as soon as possible.
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What we need to do now is to put the materials into storage as soon as possible, and then check whether the seal of each box has been tampered with.
Forklifts and workers have been dispatched.
Box after box was transported off the truck.
Kuyama Satto also called his companions, the truck drivers, to help.
Unexpectedly, something happened just after carrying the third box.
Maybe it took too much energy on the road, or maybe the box was too heavy. During the transportation, I made a mistake and fell from the truck.
The box fell heavily to the ground and cracked.
Immediately afterwards, several golden nuggets rolled out.
Kuyama Sōto was stunned: "What, what is this?"
He never thought that the materials he transported all the way would be gold!
Fuzhong Jingze's expression also changed drastically, and he immediately ordered people to surround the box: "Repack it immediately!"
With that, he whispered to Kuyama Satou: "Kyuyama-kun, remember, you didn't see anything, you didn't know anything. You successfully completed the task, and the less you know about the rest, the better it will be for you. Safety."
Kuyama Satou nodded laboriously.
If you knew about it, maybe the gold wouldn't be transported to Manila so smoothly, right?
Kuyama Satou sneered inwardly.
This is just a small episode.
The box was quickly repacked and a few extra nails were hammered in to ensure the accident wouldn't happen again.
"correct."
Taking advantage of this moment, Fuzhong Jingze said: "When all the transportation is completed, there are still things to ask Kuzan-kun for help."
"Your Majesty Fu Zhong, please give me your instructions."
"The warehouses are all full, and supplies will be delivered later." Fuzhong Jingze sighed: "So, we can only clear out warehouse No. 7. There are some rubber and other supplies in there, and choose another place to stack them. .
We are seriously short of vehicles. Taniguchi-kun means that after the unloading of the fleet is completed, he can help us a favor. "
"certainly."
Kuyama Sōto agreed immediately: "Since it is something ordered by Mr. Taniguchi, we will go all out to complete it."
…
Finally the busy work is over.
All of the convoy's supplies were unloaded.
The materials in Warehouse No. 7 were also moved onto twelve trucks.
It's almost evening.
"Thank you so much for your hard work!"
Fu Zhong Jingze breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go, I'll take you to have dinner first. Lunch is too simple."
Before Kuyama Satoshi could speak, suddenly, another car and two trucks filled with Japanese troops with live ammunition rushed in.
As soon as they stopped, a Zhongzuo came down from above and walked up to Fuzhong Jingze: "Who is the person in charge here?"
"I am." Fuzhong Jingze was confused.
"What are these loaded with?" Zhongzuo looked solemnly and pointed at the twelve trucks.
Fuzhong Jingze's expression changed drastically: "Yes, rubber and other materials were shipped out from the warehouse."
Zhongzuo said coldly: "Everything, unpack and check!"
"What? We finally pretended to be fine!" Kuyama Sōto became anxious upon hearing this.
"Yeah, what qualifications do you have to inspect!" Fuzhong Jingze also raised his voice: "This is the responsibility of the Yamayuri Association!"
"So, am I qualified to be inspected?"
At this moment, a man walked out of the car and said slowly.
As soon as he saw this person, Fu Zhong Jingze's feet went weak.
Commander of the Japanese Tenth Army in the Philippines, Masaharu Honma!
Who could have imagined that a Commander-in-Chief would actually appear at the dock in Manila!
