Zuo Zhong looked at the car driving away down the mountain with an expressionless expression on his face: "Wu Chunyang, lead the people to burn the tomb robbers, don't leave even a scrap behind.
Take away all the bullets and shells that were just shot. The two guests will be placed in the tomb robber's courtyard. You must protect them. "
"Yes, section chief."
Wu Chunyang understood that most of the fatal injuries to the tomb robbers were on the back of the head. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that it was an execution. This was inconsistent with the description of a firefight.
As for the two Japanese, although he didn't know what the section chief's plan was, he decided to go back and emphasize the confidentiality discipline to everyone.
Looking at the large number of tomb robbers, Wu Chunyang felt that he should start as soon as possible. I am afraid that so much garbage will not be burned until the morning, and it will be troublesome to attract villagers to watch the fun.
He kicked Yuichi Sakamoto, who was still looking at him, and shouted to his subordinates: "Collect the dead branches, then go to the car's gas tank to draw some gasoline, and draw them separately."
There is a shortage of everything on the mountain, except for fallen dead branches. In addition, the climate is not so humid in winter, and dry wood is the most suitable combustion aid.
With more people and greater strength, tall firewood quickly piled up around the corpse of the tomb robber. Wu Chunyang personally poured it over carefully with an oil bucket.
After doing all this, he looked at Zuo Zhong, who crossed his arms and nodded to him. Wu Chunyang turned around, lit a match and threw it directly.
"Boom~."
Orange flames suddenly shot up several meters high. Zuo Zhongxinshan couldn't bear to see this scene, so he took Takikawa Bunta and Hayashi Fuichiro down the mountain first.
Hayashi Fuichiro turned around and took a look. Under the illumination of the pillar of fire, a thick black smoke shot straight into the sky. He sniffed and almost vomited.
With such a cruel scene, every living life disappeared into thin air. This world would leave no trace, so what would be his own ending? Hayashi Fuichiro was a little frightened.
Zuo Zhong saw his fear, which was a good thing. After knowing the horror of death, he would be more careful. He instigated him to rebel in order to obtain information. Zuo Zhong did not want to wipe his ass for him every now and then.
But Takigawa Bunta didn't have many thoughts. It was just the winner and the loser. If they were the victors today, these Chinese would be the ones who were burned.
The three of them walked down the mountain along the path, but as they walked, Zuo Zhong suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky, and stretched out his palms to face the sky.
Some white objects slowly fell from the dark night sky, and they melted instantly when they landed in the warm palms. A smile appeared on Zuo Zhong's face.
"It's snowing."
Ningbo welcomed its first snowfall in 1934 on New Year's Eve. The auspicious snow heralded a good harvest, which was a good sign for nearby farmers.
It was also a good thing for the Republic of China, which was still an agricultural country. A good agricultural harvest was everything, and it could better predict the strength and decline of national power in this year.
Amidst the roar of steel from the world's major powers, this is not a kind of sadness, but the entire party only knows how to live in a dream. Who is willing to work hard to build industry?
But without industry, there is no strong national defense strength. In the face of enemy aggression, we can only rely on young lives to stop it. The final result is to use countless nameless Yue Wumu to create a famous Yue Wumu, and that's it.
Zuo Zhong stood there in a daze, with a thin layer of snowflakes accumulating on his coat. The two Japanese didn't know what he was thinking, and stood aside without daring to move until Song Minghao came over.
He drove away the people from Ningbo Police Station and waited at the foot of the mountain. When he saw Zuo Zhong stopped halfway, he thought something had happened and hurriedly came to see the situation.
Song Minghao glanced at the two Japanese men warily and whispered: "Section Chief, you'd better go to the car and wait, the weather will change at any time."
In this moment, the snow fell harder and harder, and the strong wind carried the snow particles, making a crackling sound when it hit people.
After hearing this, Zuo Zhong woke up from his thoughts, patted the snow on his body, and said with a smile: "Let's go together. Ningbo hasn't had such a heavy snowfall in many years. Fortunately, Chunyang is quick in doing things."
Several people took a look at the mountain. Not only did the wind and snow not make the flames smaller, but the fire took advantage of the wind to burn the ground even more intensely, turning half of the sky red.
It seems that it won't take that long, the tomb robbers will soon turn into ashes, and a rare heavy snow will cover up all traces.
This may be God's punishment for these tomb robbers. The treasures of the Chinese nation can only belong to the Chinese people, and the invaders will not have a good end.
"Da Xue Wuhen, do you think that's right?"
Zuo Zhong said something and turned around to leave. The other three people quickly followed him down the mountain while wondering in their hearts what he meant.
At the foot of the mountain, Takigawa Bunta and Hayashi Fuichiro were arranged to sit in a car. Several agents stood outside the car door and stared at the two.
Zuo Zhong and the two got into the back seat of another car. Song Minghao closed the car door tightly, blocking out the wind and snow outside the car, and instantly felt much warmer.
Song Minghao handed over a handkerchief: "Section Chief, please wipe your hair. The cold air entering the body is no joke. This handkerchief has never been used and is very clean."
Zuo Zhong was not polite. After taking it, he wiped it and said, "You, Old Song, still know how to live. What's wrong? Do you have anything to ask me?"
When he was on the mountain, he had already seen Song Minghao hesitating. It was estimated that many people did not dare to ask, but now he could not bear it any longer.
Song Minghao hesitated for a moment and said, "Section Chief, do you want to instigate those two people? But there are so many people here today, what if someone lets it slip..."
He didn't understand why he didn't take the person back for interrogation. Even if he wanted to instigate the opposition, he could control the insider within a relatively small circle. It would be easy to leak the secret with such a big fanfare.
"I'll give it back to you after I wash it." Zuo Zhong wiped the snow off his head, folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket, and took out the silver cigarette case.
Passing one to Song Minghao, he tapped the cigarette case with the cigarette in his hand: "Your concerns are right. Under normal circumstances, I should indeed instigate rebellion in a more confidential environment."
Song Minghao immediately lit the lighter, guarded the flame and sent it to Zuo Zhong, with a puzzled tone: "Then what's different this time? Are these two pretending to cooperate, section chief, do you want to borrow a knife to kill someone?"
He could only think of this possibility, otherwise he could not explain why the section chief, who used to pay the most attention to confidentiality, wanted to instigate rebellion in front of so many people.
Zuo Zhong put the cigarette on the lighter and lit it. At the same time, he patted Song Minghao's hand and explained: "It's one moment and another, the situation is not static, Hayashi Fuichiro values face and honor the most.
If you want him to be obedient, you must crush his arrogance in front of so many people and let him understand that even if you kill Takikawa Bunta and me to silence him, it will be useless, there are still people who know about his scandal.
As for whether the secrets will be leaked, not to mention that the people who came this time were carefully selected. Even if they were exposed, what would it matter? Anyway, the information about the Chamber of Commerce and the spies had been obtained, so they would not lose money. "
Song Minghao heard Yunshan shrouded in mist, his eyes full of doubts, he thought for a while and finally shook his head.
Zuo Zhong smiled, pointed at the Japanese car and said: "Old Song, remember my words, people who are not from my race will have different minds. For this kind of mole that relies on coercion to develop, I believe it, but I can't believe it all, let alone Produce real feelings between comrades.”
Song Minghao was thoughtful. The summary of Zuo Zhong's words was that he didn't care about leaks. The life and death of Takigawa Bunta and Hayashi Fuichiro had nothing to do with him. These two people were just tools, so there was no need to spend a lot of time keeping secrets.
This statement is a bit cold, but intelligence work is not just like this. Not only does it treat enemies without warmth and kindness, but it also treats certain "companions". Good people cannot do this job.
Zuo Zhong saw him thinking, and a smile appeared on his face. What he said was from his heart. He was just a second-generation ancestor and a small profiteer. The information he had access to was limited. He would not place all his hopes on these two people. He still had to work. It is up to the Intelligence Section to complete the task itself, and instigating rebellion can only be used as a supplement.
"Ding." Someone was knocking on the car window.
Wu Chunyang, whose face was red from the cold, stood outside the car window and pointed to the driver's seat to ask him to get up quickly. Work was really hard in this weather.
Wu Chunyang got into the car, sat down, and shook hands, then turned around and said: "All fifteen shells and warheads have been recovered, and the ashes have been put on the truck. They will all be thrown into the sea later. What will happen to the ship that picks them up? Do you want to make an excuse?" Seizure.”
Zuo Zhong waved his hand: "Don't touch that ship. They will leave naturally if they don't wait for people. We have to let them send back the information about the escape of the tomb robbers.
Let's go, let the people below arrange the duty work, you go home with me to have New Year's Eve dinner, and you will perform a big show with me tomorrow. "
Speaking of this, Zuo Chong seemed to have thought of something interesting, and the smile on his face became brighter. Wu Chunyang looked at Song Minghao, who shook his head. He didn't understand what the section chief was talking about.
When Wu Chunyang saw that Zuo Zhong didn't say anything, he rolled down the window and shouted outside: "Go back to the city."
The shouts drifted far away in the wind and snow. The motorcade roared towards Ningbo City. Xiaoguan Mountain slowly returned to its former silence. Snowflakes fell on the hot charcoal and turned into water, and a burst of mist evaporated, but countless The latecomers fell one after another, and a layer of white snow soon accumulated on the ground.
The heavy snow has covered the sins and the ancient tombs buried deep in the ground. Perhaps only when the sun rises again and light returns to the world, will these unknown secrets be revealed.
When the car drove into Ningbo City, Zuo Zhong was surprised to find that the streets were full of smiling people. Children were having snowball fights, and adults looked at the sky with their hands behind their backs, looking forward to the good harvest in the coming year.
The agents seemed to be infected by this atmosphere. The expressions on their faces became more vivid than the previous gloomy ones, and they whispered something.
The convoy automatically disbanded at an intersection and merged into the complex streets. Zuo Zhong's car circled several times and finally stopped at the gate of Zuofu.
After Zuo Zhong got out of the car, he was surprised to find that the whole family was waiting for him at the door, including He Yijun and Gui Youguang. Under the wind and snow, everyone's smiles looked particularly warm under the light.
