"Ouch! Work harder!"
"Hey!"
On the beach, several big men in black shouted and pushed a three-meter-long wooden boat into the water. After the boat entered the water, it splashed layers of waves, and the people on the boat also screamed in surprise as it shook, but soon Quickly pole the boatman to control the balance.
On the shore, one of the men wiped the sweat from his head and said: "Brother, on this last boat, the other thirty-seven children have been sent aboard. We are going to go there, so we will leave first."
The remaining men were also preparing to board the ship. Agui nodded and gave them instructions again:
"Well, be careful in everything. There haven't been any storms in the past two days. Take advantage of the night to drive north as soon as possible. We will basically enter the Gulf of Siam within two days. There will naturally be someone to take care of us when we reach Koh Kong Island."
"I know, Brother Gui... take care of yourself!" The man in black said with his fists clasped. After saying that, he stopped inking, turned around and jumped onto the bow of the boat.
At this time, a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old with short ear-length hair suddenly stood up from the crowd. She pulled another little boy who was less than five years old and bowed deeply to the shore. .
Seeing this scene, the other children imitated her and timidly stood up, bowed to the ferocious-looking saviors on the shore, and expressed their gratitude in the only way they could.
Although there were no words, this simple act moved the murderous Fang family guards on the shore.
"well…"
Looking at the frightened young faces on the boat going away, Agui frowned and sighed secretly, feeling unspeakably melancholy in his heart.
In troubled times, when parents die early, these poor children are the most innocent, and they have to be displaced and suffer all kinds of hardships at a young age.
Fortunately, the road is boundless, at least now they are out of the tiger's den, but...only God knows their future fate.
"How is things going over there in Zhou Yao? Has anyone come out?" Agui asked in a deep voice.
The men around him immediately replied: "Brother Zhou has already succeeded. Although he only blew up the wall of the Japanese ammunition depot, it will be enough to keep those guys busy for a while."
Agui thought for a moment, thinking that there would be Japanese patrol boats in this sea area from time to time, and felt that he could not rest easy: "Let's go, let's go to Donglin Port."
"Ah? What are you doing in Donglin Port?"
The men's faces were full of questions. That was a very important seaport for the Japanese. All kinds of materials plundered from Singapore were sent out to sea from there. There were also many military gunboats docked. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.
"Do you know what the cry is about attacking in the east and attacking in the west?" Agui said coldly and turned around to leave.
Several subordinates looked at each other and did not dare to ask any more questions. They could only withdraw and follow the boss away.
…
The night was hazy, the sea breeze was howling, but there were a few dark clouds in the sky that blocked the moonlight. It was pitch black all around, except for the searchlights near the port to the east that were still swinging back and forth.
There are three small gunboats and a Chitose-class seaplane carrier parked in the port. As the Pacific War situation became increasingly unsuccessful, most of the main ships were transferred to the Pacific. This should be the only maritime force to defend Singapore.
Two teams of Japanese patrols had just walked in from the port gate. They were walking slowly, talking and laughing. It should be time to change shifts at this point.
At this moment, the Japanese soldiers on a gunboat began to shout something, and the Japanese in the harbor shuttled back and forth to carry supplies, as if they were preparing to patrol the harbor.
In a nearby dilapidated private house, several pairs of bright weapons were keeping an eye on the harbor gate.
As the searchlight of the Japanese soldiers on the sentry tower faded away, a few black figures emerged from the shadows. It was Agui and a dozen of his men.
Agui looked around coldly. This area is a market town by the port. It was originally a lively and important place in Singapore. Now it is deserted and dilapidated. There are ruins everywhere, and even wild dogs are there. Don't want to come here.
Although Japanese patrols would come from time to time, it was their shift change and it was a once-in-a-lifetime family reunion.
"Where's the stuff?"
"I'm coming!"
The two men immediately took out a dark object from the house. When the black canvas on it was lifted, it was revealed to be a disassembled 60mm mortar.
In order to maintain the vitality of resistance organizations in various parts of Southeast Asia, a large number of weapons were smuggled here from Myanmar. Liao Mingyu was the greatest contributor to this, as he funded almost 80% of the arms.
Like the Czech style, seven-nine steps, although most of them are weapons and equipment that have been eliminated by the previous troops, when they fall into the hands of the resistance organization, they become very rare and good things, at least better than the weapons and equipment they used before. Much stronger.
"Hurry up and set up the cannon for me!" Agui ordered in a deep voice. There was not much time left for them. The Japanese army might patrol here soon.
Several people quickly carried the mortar and a box of ammunition to the roof of the three-story building next door. The operator quickly set up the gun base, spread the mortar bipod, and began to carefully measure the target distance.
They are about a thousand meters away from the port, and they can just hit the target with this American m2 mortar.
"Zhou Kai, you have to aim and hit, there aren't many cannonballs!"
Agui walked up to me at some point, pointed at the box of ammunition and said to the gunner.
When I opened the box, it turned out that there were only seven or eight cannonballs inside, which was less than half the box.
"Brother, don't worry, we know what's going on."
Gunner Zhou Kai patted his chest and assured that although there was not much ammunition, it was enough for this night sneak attack. He used to be a veteran of the mortar platoon in the army, but he only retired from the army because of a leg injury.
There are many others like him who joined the Fang family's underground resistance organization through Fang Jingyao's relationship and became active again on the anti-Japanese battlefield behind enemy lines.
The veteran's experience was indeed rich. After a simple range measurement, he quickly adjusted the shooting points. At this moment, everyone held their breath, just waiting for the leader Agui to give the order.
"Ready... to fire!"
Zhou Kai immediately put the cannonball into the barrel, and with a muffled sound, the cannonball soared into the sky.
The noise here somewhat attracted the attention of the Japanese soldiers, but before they could react, the shell struck an arc and hit a small wooden house in the port.
boom!
As the fire light flickered, the three unlucky guys went to see the Lord of Hell in an instant.
This is not over yet. The firing angle of the mortar will not change after calibration. As long as the shell tube is fast enough for the gunner, the shells will fall as fast as hailstones, smashing to the ground.
The shells fell one after another in the port, which frightened the Japanese soldiers in the port. The explosions and flames were extremely dazzling at night, and the scene began to become more and more chaotic.
