After reading the telegram, Fukuhara smiled. Before, he drafted a plan to behead the leader of the Chinese side.

No one in China knows this plan except him and the head of the Shanghai Intelligence Class.

This time, the base camp sent a special commissioner, which was actually paving the way for the development of his plan.

Because there is a weapon issue involved.

In that place, only mortars with special treatment can be reached.

If these weapons are transported separately, it will inevitably make outsiders alert.

So, the commissioner was very capable of transporting 108 guns from Shanghai.

In fact, it was for Fukuhara's plan that they agreed to give these many mortars. Do you think the mortar is a big knife!

Fukuhara only uses ten cannons. The other cannons are bombed where the Military Commission holds a meeting. It is good to blow it up, but if it cannot blow it up, it doesn’t matter. The ninety-eight cannons were originally used to attract Chinese attention.

If Zhou Yun had not had a heart and examined the battalion commander, no one in the Chinese side would have thought that ten guns had already left the swamp.

After kissing the telegram, Ichiro Fukuhara took out a match, slashed it, and burned the telegram. Now, no one in Nanjing knows about this anymore.

After leaving the room, Fukuhara returned to the living room and sat down.

"Old Fourth, is there any call from the 11th Artillery Regiment?" Fukuhara asked.

The old servant handed over a telegram, which read: People have been sent out, arrive tomorrow morning, safe!

Fukuhara smiled proudly.

His plan is stepping into the road to success according to his will. As long as the person arrives, he can take action.

However, what he didn't know was that something happened to the truck that pulled more than 30 artillery soldiers.

The trucks got on the bus from the 11th Artillery Regiment's garage for more than an hour. They went smoothly in this hour. After all, they were military trucks, and they had special passes. All whistles along the road were released.

For lunch, they ate in a small town, and the money paid by the major led by the team.

After dinner, they continued to move forward.

Normally, trucks can only travel less than thirty kilometers per hour on this road. But they show off and drive forty-five kilometers.

An hour after lunch, they arrived at a valley entrance. They had to pass through this valley when they went to Nanjing.

There is a post in the valley.

There were seven or eight people in the whistle, and there was a machine gun.

A second lieutenant, sitting obliquely on a wooden chair, and a soldier, holding a red flag, danced.

The driver said to the major in the passenger seat: "They asked us to park and check."

The major was too lazy to get out of the car and ordered the driver to show them the documents and let them hurry up, we have an urgent task.

The driver got out of the car, took the special pass, and handed it to the soldier. The soldier handed it to the lieutenant. The lieutenant took it and looked at it and said, "There is a Red Party, and we are ordered to search. So, my people are going to the carriage to check it out."

The driver had to take the second lieutenant and a few people back to the rear of the car.

The major heard someone talking at the rear of the car, jumped out of the car and shouted: "Who asked you to see the car? We have a special pass to witness the release."

The second lieutenant at the checkpoint was not afraid of him: "We came to check after the orders of the Security Command. We figured it out soon, and you can leave, and we will be relaxed."

The major stopped talking.

The second lieutenant asked: "Which unit do you belong to?"

A soldier leaned against the side of the carriage and rushed to say, "We are from the 11th Artillery Regiment."

The major glared at the soldier: "You're just talking too much."

After the lieutenant finished checking, he hurriedly handed a cigarette to the major: "Sir, please smoke."

After saying that, the lieutenant took out a match, lit it, and handed it to the major.

The major arrogantly scammered his cigarette on his mouth and leaned over to light the cigarette.

At this moment, the lit lieutenant pressed the match on the major's face.

The major screamed in pain.

The lieutenant took a step forward, raised his right foot and hit the major's abdomen. The major immediately held his stomach and squatted on the ground.

The driver immediately reached out to pull out his gun as soon as he saw it. However, the man from the sentry flag took action. He kicked the pistol he took out, and then kicked the driver again and seriously injured him.

The lieutenant took out the handcuffs and handcuffed the major. The driver was also handcuffed.

The soldiers in the car were shouting: "Why arrest our battalion commander?"

At this time, Tan Wei first appeared: "We are from the MIIS! Do you know what the MIIS does? If you know, don't talk nonsense. When you get to the local area, naturally someone will tell you why we want to arrest people."

So, the truck changed to a driver, got caught in the middle by the MIIS car, and drove towards Nanjing.

After returning to the MIIS, Tan Wei immediately interrogated them.

Except for the major and the driver, the other soldiers were deceived. The major said that each person could get one thousand oceans for a mission. So the soldiers agreed to come.

The interrogation of the major went smoothly, and he told everything he knew. He also reported that the driver was Japanese.

The driver said nothing and was beaten to death...

When Zhou Yun heard that he had brought the artillery back, he also came to the interrogation room. When he heard that the driver was dead, Zhou Yun immediately ran in and pretended to be an inspection, but actually collected the driver's memory.

"This man's intention to die is decided." Zhou Yun said.

The chief of the interrogation department next to him nodded repeatedly. This was a clue and someone was beaten to death. If the director blamed him, he would have to endure hardship again.

Zhou Yun's words slowed down the director who wanted to get angry. He waved his hand and asked someone to carry the body out.

After leaving the interrogation room, the director said unwillingly: "The clues are broken again. If the Japanese knew that we had focused on the artillery regiment, they would know that their plan had failed, and it would be difficult to arrest them again."

Zhou Yun didn't say anything and returned to the intelligence department.

After returning to the intelligence department for half an hour, Zhou Yun went to the training team again.

The training team leader came forward: "Chief Zhou, how about the more than 30 people last time?"

Zhou Yun handed the other party a cigarette: "It's not bad! I'm going to stay in the intelligence department. By the way, I need a hundred more people, temporary action."

The training team leader wanted to say that the director did not explain. But he thought about who the other party was, the director's number one confidant, and he wanted someone and had to give it to him.

This time, the selection of people is not as strict as last time. Zhou Yun just looked at the size and chose the big one. He chose the one who was big. He took it away on the spot.

Zhou Yun brought the selected one hundred people outside the swamp.

Called dialect.

"Yanyan, let these hundred people be given to you! Fifty people are drawn from your group to me."

Fang Yan immediately chose fifty people, and Zhou Yun took them away.

No one asked Zhou Yun, what did he do with these fifty people?
Chapter completed!