Bian Kui and Watanabe Masakatsu's eyes lit up.

A truck full of supplies.

Cloth, foreign cans, etc. are all available.

What's more important is that there are a lot of medicines in the car.

Watanabe Masakatsu held a can, looked at it for a long time, and then bowed:

"Your Excellency, you have troubled yourself."

He is not someone who has never seen the world.

The problem is that Ma'an Town is a small place, a very small and tiny place.

Watanabe Masakatsu stayed here for twenty years, half of the year in Ma'anshan and half of the year in Ma'an Town.

He has become almost a local.

Ma'an Town itself is not wealthy and is almost a closed environment.

As for Ma On Shan?

The scenery is beautiful, full of mystery, etc., which can naturally attract people when used in tourism.

But let people live in it?

Who is willing to live in it if they are not forced to do so?

Accompanied by only poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, and a harsh living environment.

Watanabe Masakatsu didn't even know how he had survived the past twenty years.

The only things they usually rob are food collected from various places and travelers passing by.

Over there, Bian Kui had already picked up a can, couldn't wait to open it with a knife, grabbed the meat inside and stuffed it into his mouth.

While stuffing it, I kept saying "delicious, delicious".

"Sir Miyamoto, this is it. I got a few last year. It's so delicious."

In Bian Kui's mouth, this thing seemed to be sweeter than any other mountain delicacies.

Meng Baifeng smiled: "Unload the goods."

The person in charge of escorting the car was a middle-aged man who looked filthy and slovenly.

Old bacon!

Old Bacon took out a half-finished cigarette from his pocket and wandered up to Meng Baifeng: "Sir, I have delivered the goods. You can inspect the goods and borrow a light."

Lao Bacon is a very experienced agent, and when he says "Sir" without his last name, Meng Baifeng is very satisfied.

He took out a lighter and handed it to the old bacon with a look of disgust on his face: "Is there anything going on on the way?"

"It's okay, it's okay. Oh, the wind is really strong."

Old Bacon took the opportunity and took a few steps to the side.

Meng Baifeng also took out a cigar and followed him: "How many people are here from Huo?"

"Fifteen, and twelve more waiting outside the town."

"Many bandits attacked Leshan, there are internal agents in the city, three days later."

"I understand. The two people I brought will stay with you. There is also a box in the car for you."

"Um."

After Meng Baifeng finished speaking, he took the lighter, walked to Watanabe Masakatsu and said in Japanese:

"Watanabe-kun, you have suffered a lot these years. When this mission is completed, come back with me."

"Hai." Watanabe Masakatsu burst into tears of gratitude.

"On the frontal battlefield, the empire encountered great difficulties. This is a Chinese newspaper."

Meng Baifeng took out a squarely folded newspaper from his pocket and handed it to Watanabe Masakatsu.

There was a jam of information here. Only then did Watanabe Masakatsu read the news about the Chinese army's complete victory in the Third Battle of Changsha.

His expression changed drastically.

Meng Baifeng immediately said: "The empire has decided to change the way of fighting and start from within the Chinese people.

There are many bandits in Sichuan. This is a force that cannot be ignored. They must be integrated together. In the surrounding areas, the Biankui armed forces are the largest group. They must be absolutely controlled first."

Watanabe Masakatsu was startled, but then he understood, and murderous intent flashed through his eyes: "Your Excellency, how do you want me to cooperate?"

"I will stay here. When you occupy Leshan, I will already have control of this place."

Meng Baifeng said calmly: "You are in Leshan, find a way to deal with Bian Kui."

"Hai!"

"If you have any difficulties, don't take action for now. My people are moving here."

"Understood, but now you are alone."

"Those two people, I will stay."

Meng Baifeng pointed at the two tough men who came to deliver the goods with Lao Bacon: "Don't think about the rest."

"Hai."

A truck full of goods has been unloaded.

When Old Bacon left, he left behind the two people he brought with him and took out a box from the cab:

"Sir, your belongings."

Old Bacon almost stepped on the accelerator.

But it was impossible to run on this dilapidated road.

The old bacon had a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth and his eyes were red.

A low roar kept coming from his throat.

Damn road.

Why wasn't it so difficult to open when we arrived?

Bandits attacked Leshan, three days later!

This information must be sent out as quickly as possible.

Damn it, the truck engine is starting to smoke.

The old bacon was anxious.

He barely drove the car into a forest, then got out of the truck and ran away.

Even if you run to death, you must send this information out!

"Look, these things are all given to you by me."

While Bian Kui and Watanabe Masakatsu were discussing "military affairs," Meng Baifeng quietly sneaked into the third grandmother's room and took out several rare items.

However, the third grandmother had a straight face and her previous attitude disappeared: "Are you Japanese?"

Meng Baifeng smiled and did not answer.

"You go."

The third grandma said in a cold tone: "It's disgusting enough to have a Japanese here."

Meng Baifeng did not leave: "Do you hate the Japanese so much?"

"gentlemen."

The third grandma said calmly: "I am a woman and I don't know much, but I know after all that the Japanese are at war with the Chinese.

Sir, the head of our family has a good relationship with the Japanese, and I can't stop him, but please, sir, don't come here again in the future."

She said it very politely, but also very decisively.

Meng Baifeng smiled, said nothing, turned around and left the third grandma's room.

Yi Mingyan and another companion saw Meng Baifeng coming out and walked over:

"Sir, the boss orders everything to follow your arrangement."

"Three people, do you have what it takes to kill all the nursing homes here?"

Meng Baifeng only asked one question.

"several?"

"Twenty-one."

"There are far fewer Japs than there are on the battlefield. Just kill seven of them with one person."

Meng Baifeng smiled again: "Let's do it tomorrow!"
To be continued...