As he said, Ma Xiaoguang quietly found Zhang Yuanxin the next day and got a horse and Mongolian clothes.
The lama's identity is transcendent, but it is too eye-catching. In line with Chief Ma's principle of keeping a low profile, it is better to be more ordinary.
Chief Ma wore a Mongolian robe and led a Mongolian horse as he walked slowly around Dingyuan Camp. King De's radio station was easily discovered. The first thing was their unconcealed antenna.
The antenna was set up high, making it difficult not to be discovered.
Ma Xiaoguang pretended to rest and hid in the small courtyard of Dewang Radio for a while. He found that these people were completely careless in sending telegrams, and some unimportant telegrams even used clear codes.
It seems that this job can be done by finding someone to help keep an eye on it for a long time. It is just physical work. The problem is that this time, because of the lack of electricity in the local area and confidentiality reasons, I did not carry a radio.
The other thing is to get a radio station as soon as possible and establish information with Jinling or other sites. Otherwise, how many nails can Boss Ma make even if he works alone?
I found King De's radio station and stopped watching it to avoid being exposed.
Back at Yanfu Temple, the four of them sat down and discussed. Next, they decided to let the fat man continue to pretend to be a great lama and stay at Yanfu Temple. If nothing happened, they could go to the palace to walk around. Anyway, the prince and princess knew it now, so everyone should move around more. Come on, let’s get in touch with each other.
Shopkeeper Luo stayed behind to cooperate with the fat man. The great lama couldn't be without a single protector around him. That would be too unseemly.
Brother Guishou, who had gone through assault training on the road, put on makeup and squatted down to detect the situation of the radio station. Although he was far away and couldn't hear clearly, he couldn't just lie down. This was not Chief Ma's style.
Commander Ma rode his skinny horse out of the city to explore the east side of the city. He wanted to explore the Neon People's airstrip in Laolingtan.
After riding a horse for more than an hour, we arrived at Laolingtan.
It is said to be an airport, but in fact it is a slightly tidied up piece of flat land on the great plain outside the Great Wall. There are no radars, towers, or control rooms... there are no such things.
On the far side of the flat ground, a few beacons, wind direction instruments and other objects were erected as auxiliary facilities for guiding aircraft to take off and land on the ground. Apart from that, there was nothing more.
Several tents were temporarily set up at the airport to serve as a place for ground staff to rest and store some equipment. A truck was also parked.
The aircraft of this era were all piston propeller aircraft. Their slow speeds did not require high take-off and landing conditions, so they could easily take off and land on such venues.
Ma Xiaoguang did not deliberately conceal himself, but rather tried to hide his presence. He found an inconspicuous place far away from the airstrip, and lay there, or rather fell there, like a leisurely herdsman.
He took out pen and paper from his bag, as well as a Zeiss telescope covered with anti-glare cloth.
On the grassland, the sky is high and the clouds are light. Looking from a distance, it feels like a vast sky and vast wilderness. Unfortunately, Chief Ma is not very talented in literature, otherwise he would definitely be able to compose a poem.
After admiring the grassland scenery for too long, I heard a black spot appear in the distance in the sky, followed by a buzzing sound, coming from far to near.
Soon a silver-white Nakajima Type 97 transport plane landed at the airstrip.
Ma Xiaoguang raised the telescope and saw eight people getting off the plane. The leader was wearing a black leather trench coat and had a disgusting look on his face. The most disgusting thing was the iconic Rendan beard.
"Mom, these devils are so arrogant, they don't even put on makeup!" Chief Ma complained while recording.
This kind of difficult tracking and tracking is not difficult at all in Jinling and Shanghai Stock Exchange, and any agent with a little training from the Fuxing Society can do it.
But it's different here in Alxa Grassland. The Neon people completely regard this place as their own territory. It seems that they don't regard working here as a mission, but more like a spring outing on the grassland.
A group of people got into the truck laughing and joking. After a while, the driver started the engine, and the car slowly drove away with a beeping sound, heading towards the direction of Dingyuan Camp...
Ma Xiaoguang waited until the truck moved away and disappeared from sight, then packed up his equipment and mood, mounted his horse and slowly returned to Yanfu Temple.
When I first arrived at the monk's dormitory, I didn't see the big lama and shopkeeper Luo, but I saw Zhang Yuanxin and Brother Guishou.
"There is a new situation. The Neon People's secret service in Alxa has been officially established. The head of the agency is Rokuro Tsuda." Zhang Yuanxin said in a deep voice.
"I saw it, they just got off the plane." Commander Ma replied in a deep voice, naturally he was not in a good mood.
"From now on, there will be one flight every day for Japanese spies..." Brother Guishou reported with some apprehension.
He couldn't help but worry about this matter. It was so outrageous. This is our Chinese land. Although it is self-governing for ethnic minority compatriots, what does it have to do with you, the Neon people?
Damn you, you didn’t report anything, you didn’t register, you didn’t even mention your passport, you completely treated this strategic location in the northwest as a public toilet!
In this way, how can the national army be invincible?
Seeing Chief Ma's face turn pale, Brother Guishou and Zhang Yuanxin looked at each other. Finally, Zhang Yuanxin mustered up the courage to ask: "Sir, does this require extraordinary action? To carry out Ban Dingyuan's matter?"
"Mo Dan, I think so! The time is not yet ripe." Ma Xiaoguang said while biting his back molars.
"What's next?" Zhang Yuanxin and Brother Guishou asked in unison.
"Brother Guishou has prepared the equipment. When it's time to take pictures, when it's time to record, please record...Brother Yuan Xin, please tell the prince, please be patient for the time being and deal with the Japanese first. In addition, can you find a way to get a radio station?" Ma Xiaoguang asked in a deep voice. road.
"There is no need to worry, Your Majesty. As long as the country does not give up on Alxa, we will naturally shed the last drop of blood! Let me think about the radio station. There will be a solution the day after tomorrow at the latest!" Zhang Yuanxin replied.
Brother Guishou also simply agreed.
The next day, early in the morning, the Grand Lama of Dele received a request from the prince to hold a grand ceremony to pray for blessings at the palace. The main purpose of the prayer was to pray for good weather, God's blessing to Alxa, and peaceful coexistence of gods and goddesses from all over the world...
Everyone looked at each other and knew that the drama was coming, so they immediately agreed to split up.
Shopkeeper Luo, Brother Guishou and Fatty were naturally going to perform rituals, so the guardians immediately went to contact the temple to prepare support.
The fat man was still a little unhappy there.
"What? You don't get along well with the prince and princess?" Boss Ma asked with a smile.
"That's not true, young master, you know that I won't be vague when I go into battle to kill enemies or catch Japanese spies. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it when I recite sutras every day!" the fat man complained.
"Where is this? Fortunately, the prince and the others are not difficult to get along with. Otherwise, they would have really roasted you on the fire. Now it is easier to recite the sutra. Tomorrow you will mainly keep an eye on the Japanese and traitors! This is also an important task." Boss Ma Zhuang Rong said.
"Is it really that important?"
"Of course! Without this ritual, I would really be a little helpless!" Ma Xiaoguang said solemnly.
With the Shangguan's instructions, the fat man felt so calm that he actually found scriptures and started doing his homework...
The next day was the auspicious day of the zodiac, and the prayer ceremony at the Alxa Palace began grandly early in the morning.
Needless to say, the ceremony was a grand event. In short, the palace invited all the relevant parties that could be invited to the ceremony, and basically no one was invited.
Present were Ning Provincial Party Secretary Zhou Bohuang and Secretary-General Ye Shen, as well as people from the Neon Kingdom's "Xiang Tailong" company, and even the newly arrived Rokuro Heda, and of course the Wang from Dewang's radio station. Tiancheng and Xu Houtian were also invited.
Looking at the monsters and monsters all around, the Great Lama Dele really wanted to ask the guardians on the left and right to turn the magic pestles in their hands into machine guns, or grenades, and kill all these bastards in a sudden burst!
Of course, this is just a thought. My main task now is to chant sutras and perform religious rituals. The main procedures of the rituals are naturally handled by the monks of Yanfu Temple. The big lama just sits there and maintains the solemnity of the Dharma.
However, when the great lama saw those demons, he felt really unhappy, so he simply closed his eyes and chanted sutras, out of sight and out of mind.
In this way, it seems even more unpredictable!
The gongs and drums in the palace here are noisy, and the rest of Dingyuan camp is naturally much quieter.
Ma Xiaoguang, still dressed as a herdsman, quietly came outside the courtyard of Dewang Radio Station.
After carefully making sure that no one was around, Ma Xiaoguang quickly climbed over the wall.
Arriving in the courtyard, he quickly found the location of the radio. Ma Xiaoguang first carefully noted the initial position of the knob, and then checked the battery power.
Fortunately, the battery had enough power to send a few telegrams.
Quickly adjust the frequency, find the code book, and start calling...
In Jinling and Shanghai, these jobs were handled by Wu Qiuyi (Miss Liu) or Xiao Lu. Ma Xiaoguang had never been involved in them.
Fortunately, thanks to the special training of Smiling Tiger, Ma Xiaoguang was not new to this skill, and he also had plans for this on the way here, so the call sign was a bit awkward at the beginning, but after sending a few telegrams, he became proficient.
Soon the telegram was sent once. To be sure, Ma Xiaoguang sent it a second time and gave a confirmation call sign to ensure that people at Jincheng Station could receive the coded message.
There is no way because the distance is too far. To be on the safe side, we can only send it to Jincheng Station first to ensure that it can be received smoothly.
After finally sending the telegram, Ma Xiaoguang felt a sense of relief, feeling more tired than after a fight.
Indeed, sending this telegram solved a big problem. Ma Xiaoguang could finally understand the difficulty of the prince fighting alone.
After cleaning up the scene, he turned all the transmitter switches back to the starting position, made sure everything was as before, and then cut off the power supply to the transmitter.
Ma Xiaoguang quietly climbed over the courtyard wall and left the courtyard.
As soon as his feet landed on the ground, Ma Xiaoguang felt that there seemed to be someone behind him. He remained calm at the moment and walked forward, and suddenly turned around a remote yard.
Listening to the sound of footsteps coming from far away, when the other party rushed over in a hurry, his back was exposed in a big way.
Unable to let go of this opportunity, Ma Xiaoguang turned his palm into a knife and struck the opponent in the back of the neck.
