Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

Chapter 83 Shancheng wants to buy the blueprints of the Flying Thunder Cannon

Mountain City,

In March, the south is full of lush grass and singing birds, but the mountain city is covered in fog and rain. Outside the window, the spring rain continues, but the gramophone in the house is playing passionate songs.

“This is the beautiful motherland...”

The room was filled with passionate singing, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my cheeks.

A blanket gently covered his upper body, and a gentle voice sounded in his ears, "Be careful, you are old. Don't catch a cold."

"Alas," a long sigh was heard.

"This beautiful country has fallen to this state. I really failed to live up to the trust of the teacher."

"We are ashamed. We feel sorry for the 300,000 fellow citizens of Nanjing, and the 400 million people of the world..."

"The Japanese have strong military power and have long coveted China,"

"Our country has been at war for years, devastated by internal and external troubles, and this is not the fault of the war."

"At this point, we can only do our best..."

With a long sigh, the room fell into silence.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Aide-de-camp Tang Zong walked into the office with two battle reports.

"Report: Wang Mingzhang, the commander of the 122nd Division stationed in Teng County, died for his country."

"What? What's going on?"

Tang Zong handed over the battle report and said, "From March 3 to 14, the Japanese invaders' Seya detachment attacked Teng County with heavy artillery, armored vehicles, tanks and aircraft, and carried out continuous bombings."

"Soon after the battle began, the south gate of the county town was breached, and thousands of Japanese troops swarmed in. The Sichuan Army fought back bravely, annihilating most of them, and the rest were also repelled."

"After that, the enemy and our side engaged in repeated tug-of-war and street fighting,"

"Division Commander Wang Mingzhang made up his mind to "live or die if the city survives", and immediately ordered the artillery company to escort the six mountain cannons and withdraw from the battlefield first, heading to Taierzhuang to join Division Commander Sun, while he himself stayed behind to live and die with his soldiers."

"Yesterday at noon, all the soldiers of the 122nd Division were forced to the west gate of the city, with no way to retreat. All the soldiers were wrapped in grenades and died together with the Japanese invaders. No one survived..."

The air in the room instantly dropped to freezing point...

"Tell me any bad news as well."

Tang Zong looked strange and said, "It's not bad news, it's good news."

"Since the beginning of March, the Red Party's armed forces behind enemy lines have launched numerous military operations, repeatedly inflicting heavy losses on the Japanese invaders."

"According to the battle reports submitted, the Red Party's recent actions have killed more than 3,000 Japanese invaders and seized more than 140 trucks of various military supplies."

"Now, the Red Party hopes that we can provide a large amount of gunpowder..."

How is it possible? When did these peasants become so good at fighting? Even our battle-hardened Nationalist Army couldn't do it, so how did they do it?

Tang Zong said: "According to the information sent back by the agents lurking in the Red Party, the Red Party has recently equipped itself with a combat weapon."

"This weapon can be deployed on a large scale. All it takes is enough oil drums and explosives to replace conventional artillery."

"There is such a thing. The Red Party is really full of talented people."

"No, no," Tang Zong said seriously, "According to insider information, this weapon was not invented by them."

"It seems to be provided by someone in Shanghai."

"How could such a thing happen? Quick, go find Yunong and come in."

In the Military Control Office, the director rubbed his brows, his face full of bitterness and hatred...

"Knock, knock, knock," there was a knock on the door. The director straightened his clothes and said, "Come in."

Zheng Jiemin pushed the door open and walked in, saying, "Director, what happened? Why are you looking for me so urgently?"

"Yaoquan, sit down and talk."

"How is the God of Wealth doing now?"

"Commander, since you ordered the confidential office to conduct a self-inspection last time, we have not contacted the other party for the time being. All radio stations have remained silent on them to avoid being discovered by Japanese spies."

"It's not necessary now. Mao Sheng caught the mole a few days ago. They are the Sakura Team of the Wireless Interrogation Department of the Shanghai Special High Section."

"At present, except for the leader of the Sakura team, Hata Rieko, who is still at large, all the subordinate team members have been captured."

"I have instructed Xu Encheng to select elites as soon as possible and go to Shanghai to set up the Shanghai Station of the Military Control Commission and restore the intelligence network."

"So, you want the God of Wealth to assist Station Master Xu..."

"No, no, no, there's something else he needs to do."

"When the Nanjing Massacre was exposed, our superiors were very angry and demanded that we take revenge on the Japanese invaders."

"I have already chosen my target, the consul of the Consulate in Shanghai, the third leader of the Black Dragon Society, Kuroda Yusuke..."

"You ask Cai Shen to find out the whereabouts of the other party as soon as possible and pick up Xu Encheng's action team..."

"Remember, move quickly. This mission is not just for our family. The Chen brothers have also sent out good people."

Zheng Jiemin was stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly.

What a good move to kill three warriors with two peaches...

"There is one more thing. The Red Party has recently been equipped with a batch of strange artillery equipment. According to the news sent back by Shadow,"

"This equipment came from a black market arms dealer in Shanghai."

"Notify the God of Wealth and see if you can find this person and buy the design drawings from him."

"Okay, I'll do it right away..."

In Shanghai, after receiving Qiu Chan's meeting message, Chen Yang packed his clothes and hurried to the safe house for the meeting.

"What? The boss wants to buy the design drawings of the Flying Thunder Cannon?" After Chen Yang met Song Jiayu, he was immediately shocked by the task issued by the other party...

"The party and the country are big and powerful, why buy that thing?" Chen Yang felt as if ten thousand grass mud horses were galloping through his mind...

To put it simply, this thing is just an oil barrel and a pack of explosives, and it is not difficult to make.

And it doesn't require much technical skills, so there's no need to buy it. You can just go to the battlefield and find an abandoned oil drum and study it.

"The Party's artillery experts have already studied this," Song Jiayu said, "but they haven't come up with anything."

"After several attempts, all of them failed."

"The superiors suspect that there is some secret in this blueprint. Otherwise, how could this happen..."

Chen Yang laughed wildly in his heart. What secrets are there? This thing is like this. Whether you can hit it or not depends entirely on your luck...

"Okay, leave this to me..."

"Any other tasks?"

"Yes," Song Jiayu said solemnly, "The headquarters has issued an order to release the dragon-slaying plan. The target is the consul of the consulate in Shanghai, the third leader of the Black Dragon Society, Kuroda Yusuke..."