Wang Chengzhu pointed at the liaison officer sitting in the carriage, lowered his voice and said mysteriously to the sentry with a short gun: "I saw that the man in the carriage was not there. When we controlled him, we found ten packages of oil-paper wrapped gold dust from the backpack.
This may be a big fish, and he was asked to guide him on this trip, just to make a fortune. I left these letters for the brothers to drink tea, and please make it a convenience, and there will be rewards on the way back."
The short-gun sentry shouted: "Easy to say, easy to say!" He turned around and waved to the checkpoint sentries who had been holding up their guns to block the situation.
As the checkpoint soldiers behind the antlers of the barbed wire fence gradually changed the rifles in their hands from the aiming and firing position to the muzzle pointing to the ground or pointing to the sky, the wounded soldiers who had previously had their documents taken away and had their guns pointed at them,
Relaxing his tense nerves a little, he took his hand away from the gun case slung on his side.
The wounded soldiers in disguise and pretending to be detectives, led by the temporary captain and deputy captain, led the mule cart through the checkpoint. Wang Chengzhu's Jinyuan offensive seemed to be effective, and the team walked along the road to the north of the Yanhe New Bridge.
A few hundred meters away, basically out of the danger zone.
