Manila, 9 a.m.

A mixed convoy of twelve Isuzu Type 94, Type 97 and Toyota trucks drove into Manila.

It can be seen that the load capacity of each truck seriously exceeds the standard.

Judging from the dirt on the car body, this team has been driving for a long distance.

In the entire Philippines, only the military can use so many trucks at once.

Moreover, we have tried our best.

The speed of Toyota trucks can reach 70 kilometers per hour.

The Isuzu only has 50 kilometers.

Such a mix is ​​also a helpless move.

As soon as he saw the convoy arriving, Fuzhong Jingze, who was smoking beside the car, immediately threw away his cigarette and waved to the leading car.

The motorcade stopped.

The driver jumped out of the cab.

"Coming from Sumalajia?" Fuzhong Jingze opened his mouth and asked.

"Yes, this is our ID." The driver handed over the ID.

Kuyama Satto, Sumaraga Military Police.

"Jiu Shanjun, you've had a hard journey." Fuzhong Jingze returned the certificate to the other party.

Unexpectedly, Kuyama Satto said: "Where is your ID?"

Fuzhong Jingze smiled, he is really a serious person.

He also took out his ID.

"Is there no one to escort you?" Fuzhong Jingze asked curiously.

"It's just us." Kuyama Satto handed back the ID and then opened the car door: "Look, we are carrying weapons."

There were two machine guns inside.

Fuzhong Jingze looked at several trucks and found that these two machine guns were the strongest firepower of the entire convoy.

Kuyama Sōto's lead truck was pretty good, and the truck behind it, which originally had a three-person cab, was also full of boxes.

It can be seen that this fleet has used every available space.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Fuzhong Jingze also knew that although the combat effectiveness of the local guerrillas in the Philippines was not worth mentioning, there was still great danger after all.

This convoy was able to successfully reach Manila from Sumalaga. I am afraid only they themselves know what they encountered on the way.

"Come with me, Pier 8."

After saying that, Fuzhong Jingze took the lead in getting into his car.

The convoy soon followed him and set off again.

…

Manila, Pier 8.

The motorcade drove in slowly.

"Only warehouse three can be stacked."

Fuzhong Jingze felt helpless: "All other warehouses are already full."

"It doesn't matter. My mission is to successfully transport this batch of supplies to Manila."

Kuyama Satoru didn't seem to care at all: "Please check the supplies, Mr. Fuzhong. In this transportation, we will transport a total of machine parts..."

As soon as Kuyama Satoru said this, Fukuzaka Keizawa interrupted him: "Okay, there is no need to report. Let's quickly call people to put it in the warehouse."

These drivers don't know what they are transporting.

This is something Taniguchi Shibu specifically explained.

Everyone is greedy. Once it is known that they are transporting gold, no one can control what will happen.

Boxes filled with gold will be covered with a layer of industrial materials to hide the truth.

Moreover, each box will be sealed.

The mission of the convoy is to smoothly transport the materials to the designated port in Manila.

Fuzhong Jingze's task is to pile these materials into the designated warehouse.

The remaining verification work will be done later.

Fuzhong Jingze just hopes that the work at hand can be completed as soon as possible.

What he needs to do now is to put the materials into storage as soon as possible, and then check whether the seal of each box has been tampered with.

Forklifts and workers have been sent.

Box after box was transported from the truck.

Kuyama Satto also called his companions, the truck drivers, to come and help.

Unexpectedly, something happened just after carrying the third box.

Perhaps it took too much energy on the road, or perhaps the box was too heavy. When carrying it, I made a mistake and fell from the truck.

The box fell heavily to the ground and cracked.

Immediately afterwards, several golden nuggets rolled out.

Kuyama Satou was stunned: "What, what is this?"

He never thought that the materials he transported all the way would be gold!

Fuzhong Jingze's expression also changed drastically, and he immediately ordered people to surround the box: "Repack it immediately!"

As he spoke, he whispered to Kuyama Satou: "Kyuyama-san, remember, you didn't see anything and you didn't know anything. You successfully completed the task. The less you know about the remaining things, the worse it will be for you."

Safety."

Kuyama Satou nodded laboriously.

If you had known about it, maybe the gold wouldn't have been transported to Manila so smoothly, right?

Kuyama Satou sneered in his heart.

This is just a small episode.

The box was quickly repacked, and a few extra nails were hammered in to ensure that the accident wouldn't happen again.

"correct."

Taking advantage of this moment, Fuzhong Jingze said: "When all the transportation is completed, there are still things I need to ask Mr. Jiu Shan for help."

"Your Excellency Fuzhong, please give me your instructions."

"The warehouses are all full, and supplies will be delivered later." Fuzhong Jingze sighed: "So, we can only clear out warehouse No. 7. There are some rubber and other supplies in there, and choose another place to stack them.

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We are seriously short of vehicles, and Taniguchi-kun means that after the unloading of the fleet is completed, he can help us a favor."

"certainly."

Kuyama Sōto agreed immediately: "Since it is something that Mr. Taniguchi ordered, we will go all out to complete it."

…

Finally the busy work is over.

All the convoy's supplies were unloaded.

The materials in Warehouse No. 7 were also moved onto twelve trucks.

It's almost evening.

"Thank you so much!"

Fuzhong Jingze breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go, I'll take you to have dinner first. Lunch is too simple."

Before Kuyama Satoshi could speak, suddenly, another car and two trucks loaded with Japanese troops with live ammunition rushed in.

As soon as they stopped, a Zhongzuo came down from above and walked up to Fuzhong Jingze: "Who is the person in charge here?"

"I am." Fuzhong Jingze was confused.

"What are these loaded with?" Center Left looked solemnly, pointing at the twelve trucks.

Fuzhong Jingze's expression changed drastically: "Yes, it was rubber and other materials that were shipped out from the warehouse."

Zhongzuo said coldly: "Everything, unpack and check!"

"What? We finally pretended to be fine!" Kuyama Sōto became anxious upon hearing this.

"Yes, what qualifications do you have to inspect!" Fuzhong Jingze also raised his voice: "This is the responsibility of the Yama Lily Association!"

"So, am I qualified for the inspection?"

At this moment, a man walked out of the car and said slowly.

As soon as he saw this person, Fu Zhong Jingze's feet went weak.

Commander of the Japanese Tenth Army in the Philippines, Masaharu Honma!
Chapter completed!