After confirming that the colleagues he met by chance were not in danger, Liu Yuanzhai decided to take a rest.
Driving is tiring, and it's still a mountainous road. If you're not careful, you can easily fall into a ditch.
He should have been more vigilant during this extraordinary period, but the newsboy's appearance was too deceiving.
He is in his twenties but has a baby face, and is only a little over 1.4 meters tall. Coupled with an aggrieved expression, it is really deceptive.
After loosening the buttons of his military uniform, Liu Yuanzhai narrowed his eyes again.
Outside the car, the driver easily changed the spark plug. He did not hide it while changing it, but patiently taught the newspaper boy and Lao Hong how to change it if they encounter problems.
The newsboy nodded and smiled to express his gratitude, and took out the cigarettes and distributed them.
"What's your name? How old are you?" the driver asked while smoking.
"Sangma Yi'an, seventeen years!" The newsboy announced the name that he had prepared long ago.
"My name is Onimataro. I am twenty-two years old this year. My brother is thirteen years old and is as tall as you. Your round face looks a bit like him, but my brother is a little taller than you."
While he was talking, Onimataro had already changed the spark plug, and then said to the newsboy, "Try it! It should be able to spark!"
"Thank you!" The newsboy bowed and waved to Lao Hong, who was sitting in the driver's seat.
Lao Hong turned on the ignition, and the car immediately roared and trembled, then stabilized.
Onimataro grabbed the hood and pushed it hard, "Okay!"
"Thank you!" The newsboy thanked him again, then took out a few military tickets and stuffed them into Somataro's pocket.
Of course Kimataro was not polite about the unexpected fortune.
Money can promote friendship. Now Guima felt that the newsboy was becoming more and more like his younger brother, so he pulled him aside, took out his military water bottle, took a sip, and then handed it to the newsboy.
The newsboy took the kettle and smelled the smell of alcohol.
He took a sip, with a kitten-like expression on his face, "Brother Guima, you are violating military discipline!"
"Hehehe~" Guima took the wine bottle with a smile and asked with a smile, "You know it's against the law and you still drink?"
The mountain wind was bleak, and several elongated, short-syllable "Oooooo" calls suddenly came from the forest beside the road.
In the dead of night, it was very scary and infiltrating.
This made Gui Ma subconsciously touch the gun.
"This is an owl. Brother Guima, don't be nervous." The newsboy explained.
"There are so many roads. It turns out that this is how an owl hoots. It sounds really scary."
"It's mainly because it's dark. It wouldn't be so scary during the day." The newsboy also showed a harmless smile, then stood up, "I'm going to get a can to drink."
As he spoke, he stood up and stretched his hands and feet.
The cry of the mandrill was the signal for action. Since the Japanese helped repair the car, they were useless.
It’s time to take action!
The newsboy has no psychological burden. People who work on the intelligence line are not kind people, and they will never show mercy when they deserve to be killed.
The short thorn hidden in the sleeve quietly scratched the palm of his hand, and then he casually passed by the ghost horse, and then suddenly took action, and the short thorn silently pierced the ghost horse's neck.
The other one quickly covered his mouth, preventing him from making any sound.
In less than a minute, Guima's body straightened up and twitched, and he died and went to see his Amaterasu.
It was similar in other places. The dozen or so Japs in the entire convoy were all eliminated by the soldiers of the Independent Regiment at the same moment.
The air was filled with the faint smell of blood. Li Yunlong wiped his hands and jumped into the truck.
When he saw four carts full of grain bags, he swallowed his saliva and said, "My dear, I'm getting rich!"
Zhao Gang was still arguing against Li Yunlong as always, "Why did you get rich and you still didn't report it! Do you want to keep it for yourself?"
"It's not that we want to keep it for ourselves, but the Independent Group has almost two thousand people to support!" Li Yunlong put on his old-fashioned look again.
Zhao Gang shook his head, picked up the bayonet and stabbed a small hole in the rice bag, then pulled out some rice, put it in his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls and said, "Is this rice, or is it new rice?"
"What!? Rice?" Li Yulong stared at the rice bag with wide eyes, "Damn, how many people will this little devil have to harm with so much rice?"
"It's better to report it. You also have to inform the repair team not to come here last time." Zhao Gang was as careful as ever. "The repair team has to cross several blockades. It would be great if we can allow them to return early."
"Yes, but this is four cars, why don't we leave one car?" Li Yunlong asked tentatively.
Zhao Gang came close to Li Yunlong and whispered, "Logically speaking, I should listen to you on this kind of thing, but..." Zhao Gang said, his eyes glanced at the newsboy who was teaching Lao Hong to change the spark plug.
Li Yunlong is not stupid. After a brief contact with him, he realized that he is not a simple person.
And the most important thing is that he is from the Intelligence Department!
To put it bluntly, if the Intelligence Department wants to investigate Li Yunlong.
You can definitely find out how many pieces of paper he used to wipe his butt.
Without saying much, Li Yunlong knew what to do.
First, call your superiors and ask them to send someone to hand over the four carts of food. Then you secretly notify the cavalry company and ask them to quickly return to the station with a bag of rice on each horse.
Of course, these grains are not taken from one cart, but some are taken from each cart, and it can be seen when they are evenly distributed.
Listening to Li Yunlong's arrangement, Zhao Gang shook his head and pretended not to hear.
Once again he felt that he had learned badly.
Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black!
His superiors must have never imagined that one day he, Zhao Gang, would be led astray by Li Yunlong.
After cleaning up the battlefield, the soldiers found many paper documents.
This includes a list of goods to be shipped.
Li Yunlong doesn't know Japanese, but he can understand forms and numbers, because he has to sign such forms when receiving material assistance from Xu San.
It's pretty much the same, he can be sure!
After putting away the documents that seemed to be the distribution list, he took the remaining documents to the newsboy, hoping that he could translate them.
When the newsboy saw the thick pile, he frowned and turned over the pages.
After looking at it roughly, he said, "Most of them are useless. Most of them are similar to logs. It takes time to sort out a few clues."
"Then I will hand it over directly to my superiors?" Li Yunlong asked.
"Well!" The newsboy nodded, "What shall we do next!"
"Now that the truck is repaired, we have to follow the original route, but we have to divide our troops in the middle. The superiors have taken over the four trucks of food!"
Speaking of food, the newsboy sighed, "Hey, the Japanese soldier just said that these are all rice, and he wants to give it to the senior officers in Taiyuan City." (End of Chapter)
