Before sunset that day, the city defense regiment quickly took over some important areas. There were teams of soldiers carrying rifles patrolling back and forth. Some important areas were also guarded by soldiers from the city defense regiment. Order on the streets began to slowly restore.
In front of the Zhongshan Gate of Jinling City, the guards have been replaced by soldiers from the city defense regiment. New sandbag fortifications and roadblocks have been set up at the gate of the city. A lieutenant is responsible for guarding here. As the sky is about to get dark, a truck comes from outside the city. Coming slowly.
When they arrived at the door, they were required to stop for inspection, not to mention that there were soldiers with live ammunition in front of them. The driver stopped the car, and the mustache escorting the car took out a cigarette and smiled at the lieutenant: "Sir, this is to deliver fresh vegetables to the Central Hotel. For fruit... we have a pass.”
"In special times, there is an order from the summit, and everything you send must be inspected." The lieutenant pushed away the cigarette unmoved, took the pass, and said while checking it.
A few soldiers climbed onto the truck without any explanation and opened the tarpaulin of the truck. They saw that there was indeed a cart full of fruits and vegetables inside, packed to the brim in bamboo baskets. The fruits and vegetables inside were also stacked neatly and orderly, as you can see at a glance.
There was an order on the mountain, and the soldiers did not dare to slack off and looked through the bamboo baskets carefully.
Seeing the soldiers checking carefully, sweating on the mustache and head, he was a little anxious and hurriedly said good things to the lieutenant: "Sir, if this is delayed and the curfew is reached, the trip will be delayed. I can't afford the penalty."
"You guys, move faster." The lieutenant was a little impatient.
The soldiers agreed, and their hands began to move faster, and soon the search was completed.
"Sir, there is no problem." A sergeant reported to the lieutenant.
"Let's go." The lieutenant waved his hand, and the soldiers moved the roadblock, raised the road pole, and let the truck in.
Looking at the Zhongshan Gate that was gradually blurring behind him, Mustache wiped his sweat, sneered, and ordered the driver: "Hurry to the Central Hotel."
The Central Hotel is located directly south of the National Government on Guofu Road. The hotel has a three-story main building, arranged in a tower shape, with a columned porch as the entrance. It is elegant and generous, and the architectural style combines Chinese and Western styles, which is quite original.
The hotel has all kinds of equipment. In addition to accommodation, it also has Chinese and Western food clubs, billiard rooms, barber shops and other ancillary facilities. It was Jinling's leading high-end leisure place in the 1930s. The fruits and vegetables eaten every day were specially produced by specialized merchants. Supply, and must be picked on the same day to ensure freshness and taste.
Due to the recent security problems in Jinling City, the city defense team is now assisting in maintaining security. There are far fewer people and cars on the streets than usual. Mustache's truck entered the backyard of the Central Hotel without any hindrance.
The general affairs supervisor who had been waiting there for a long time and a group of people quickly unloaded the fruits and vegetables. Mustache hurriedly stepped forward to offer a cigarette to the general affairs supervisor and thanked him: "Director Wei, thank you for your care..."
What he took out was a box of Japanese "Sakura" cigarettes, which are rare in Jinling. Three cigarettes, two long and one short, were taken out of the cigarette box - this was the secret sign of the joint.
Manager Wei smiled understandingly, took out the shortest one as agreed, asked his mustache to be lit, took a deep breath and told his subordinates: "Go ahead, I have something to explain to Mr. Cai."
After his subordinates left, Manager Wei carefully observed the surrounding situation and nodded to the mustache of Mr. Cai.
Mustache whistled at the driver, and the two took out a few tools from the tool box in the cab. The driver got into the chassis of the car, and only heard a clanging sound of gold and iron. After a while, the two of them were struggling. A dark cylinder was lifted out from the bottom of the car - an 82mm mortar of the 20th year of the Republic of China!
"Follow me, the place has been arranged." Director Wei took a puff of cigarette and threw away the cigarette butt.
The three of them quickly disappeared into the huge shadow of the main building of the Central Hotel.
Dashiba Street, the Qinglong Gang stall, is noisy here.
The yard was full of members of the Qinglong Gang. Ma Xiaoguang and the other three hid in a corner and watched coldly as a group of demons and demons danced wildly there.
There were several wooden boxes and bamboo baskets stacked in the center of the yard. Inside were yellow and white coppers, mixed with oceans, which made the gang members drool.
"Brothers, let's call everyone here today. One is to distribute the money, and the other is to divide the guys..." The voice above was the third master's.
"Third Master, the city defense regiment on this street is carrying long guns." A member of the gang shouted. They are gangsters, not fools.
"You guys are responsible for playing the drums, and big things will naturally be done by someone. Whatever you like, just go and grow your hair..." the third master said.
"At that time, they will act separately, but they are not allowed to swarm. They must obey the orders of their respective superiors." The document verified a few days ago added.
Seeing the pair of green and evil eyes below, the third master did not dare to write any more ink, and announced: "Okay, come up one by one, lead the guys, get the money..."
Before he finished speaking, the gang members, like wolves and tigers, surrounded him with cheers. The crowd almost drowned the third master.
Fortunately, Third Master had many men. The thugs formed a group and surrounded Third Master, Dayang and the guy in the center, barely blocking the gang.
"Slow down, everyone has it, don't grab it! If anyone doesn't obey the rules again, I will do it." The third master said viciously.
As he was talking, his hands were not idle. He saw one hand about to touch the money on the bamboo basket. The sword flashed and there was a sound of "chi--" and another scream of "ah" was heard. Only the severed hand fell to the ground, and a gangster rolled on the ground in pain, screaming.
Seeing how ferocious the third master was, the gangsters naturally did not dare to make any mistakes, so they lined up in order to collect money from the guy.
Ma Xiaoguang and the others received a short gun. The short gun was a Colt M1873 single-action revolver that was older than Ma Xiaoguang in this life. It was equipped with six bullets and two machetes. Each person had one gun. It's a legend, the gangsters aren't that rich yet.
After receiving the guy, the three of them naturally thanked Qi Jiu.
Qi Jiu said: "I will stay at home for the next two days and you are not allowed to go anywhere. I will inform you then..."
"Everything depends on Brother Ninth." The three of them nodded and bowed.
At the same time, similar dramas were being staged at several other gang stalls in Jinling City, some commercial bank warehouses, and Jiangjunshan Manor.
The plum rain fell endlessly all night, but it cleared up slightly during the next day. The sun shyly showed half of its face, but it was not long before it was covered by dark clouds like ink.
Night falls again as promised. Tonight's night seems darker than usual. The plum rain is also falling lightly. I don't know when it will end.
Next to the Wuding Gate of Jinling City, the courtyard of the City Defense Regiment Headquarters is brightly lit.
Fang Tao was rarely fully armed, but he was pacing back and forth in the office. The sultry weather made people feel very irritable.
As he was walking, he turned around and saw a man standing behind him at some point. The man was of medium build, wearing a black dress and a top hat. He had his hands folded in front of his chest, holding half a legal coin in his hand. He opened the door. Two people, also dressed in black, were guarding the door.
"This is the certificate. You and your troops are now under my command." The other party spoke in blunt Chinese, and he couldn't straighten his tongue when he heard it.
Fang Tao shivered and took out the other half of the French currency from his shirt pocket, sealing it tightly.
"May I ask what you call me, sir?" Fang Tao asked anxiously.
"You don't deserve to know. This operation is very important. Once successful, we will all be remembered in history. I will make an exception to tell you that I am Lieutenant Colonel Nomo, the commander of the Special High School Division of the Military Police of the Imperial Japanese Army. This is in Jinling. You should still call me Sir Chang." Nagano Shigeru said in an arrogant tone.
"Then please ask Chief Chang to give the order." Fang Tao said respectfully.
"Assemble everyone and set off to the target - Guofu Road." Nagano Shigeru ordered.
Nagano Shigeru's agents leaned on Fang Tao on the left and right, which was called protection but was actually a hostage.
Soon, the city defense regiment was assembled. The adjutant reported to Fang Tao that the team was assembled.
"Shangfeng orders people along Guofu Road to cause trouble. Let's go out," Fang Tao ordered in a hoarse voice without saying much. Thousands of people lined up in columns and marched towards Guofu Road.
After walking for about half an hour, the team arrived at the intersection of Baixia Road. Suddenly, they heard three loud bangs from the north: "Bang, bang, bang..." which made people's hearts tremble. Three huge fireworks bloomed in the sky, in the dark. It looks particularly dazzling at night.
"Yo Xi, the attack has begun, speed up." Nagano Shigeru said with a ferocious smile.
The agents around Fang Tao also led him to speed up the pace.
After three loud noises, there were only sounds like firecrackers being set off in Jinling City, and there were many shouts, and occasionally there were women's screams and the sounds of things breaking...
Firelight began to appear in many places, and slowly began to glow red in the sky in the distance.
At this time, on Jinpu Road in the north of the Yangtze River, I saw fireworks on the other side of the river. In the dark night, a group of murderers armed with various weapons, masked in black cloth, formed a skirmish fighting formation in twos and threes, and rushed towards the Pukou Railway Station...
The Central Radio Station, the Central News Agency, the Central Party Headquarters, the City Hall, Shimonoseki Station... various areas in the city are full of ghosts and buildings, and the lights are flashing, making it even more weird in this dark and drizzly night.
Wudingmen, the headquarters of the city defense regiment, is not far from the Confucius Temple and the Jinling City Hall. Seeing the city defense regiment retreating, a member of the Qinglong Gang lit three red lanterns and hung up the flagpole, slowly The lantern was raised to the top of the pole with a rope.
Qi Jiu had already gathered his men, and they huddled together in a noisy manner. It took a lot of effort to subdue them. Qi Jiu stood on a dismounting stone and said, "Brothers, you have all seen the city defense regiment. We're all on guard, our brothers have the final say in this area, don't you all want to make a fortune, give it to me today!"
As he spoke, there were three loud noises and three fireworks soared into the sky.
"Okay, let's all do our own thing, let's all work hard to make a fortune!" Qi Jiu shouted, his face flushed, and the veins on his neck popped out.
"Don't even move!" Suddenly, a loud roar was heard, interrupting Qi Jiu's words.
