Xiang Xiaoqiang was in a daze when he vaguely heard someone talking softly. He quietly opened his eyes and saw Tumache and Snail playing with something there.
He pushed away the big smelly quilt and sat up suddenly.
"Ah, Captain," the snail turned his face and whispered to this side, "Did I wake you up? You can sleep a little longer!"
"what time is it?"
"At eleven o'clock, receiving a telegram from home."
Well, it's already eleven o'clock at noon. The contact time agreed with Dongchang in the early morning has arrived.
He didn't sleep anymore. He put on his shoes lightly and got out of bed. He leaned over and whispered:
"How to say?"
"Shh..."
The snail put his index finger on his lips and pointed at Zhuo Buqun. He had a stomachache and sat there concentrating on it, holding the earphones in one hand and a pencil in the other, jotting down something quickly on the paper.
After a while, he closed the telegraph machine, closed the box, took out the code book, turned to the key required in the telegram, followed the code table, and translated the message word for word with a pencil. After a while, he raised his head and said:
"Captain, let's go here for lunch at noon and look for the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper's name is this, and the code is this."
Xiang Xiaoqiang took the paper, read it over, nodded, and handed it back to him:
"Remember the password and get rid of the paper."
Tummyache and Snail stared at the piece of paper for a moment, then recited it silently twice, then tore the piece of paper in half, put half of it into their mouths, chewed and swallowed.
Xiang Xiaoqiang discussed with them for a while and decided on a plan of action.
At this time, the remaining team members woke up one after another. Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and said:
"How's it going? Have you had enough sleep?"
"Sleep enough, sleep enough!"
"Just squint for a while and it'll be fine!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and said:
"Those who haven't had enough sleep can continue sleeping, it won't be a problem. Everyone, try not to go out, and ask the shopkeeper to bring lunch later. Brothers, you can pick up some good ones, because we are going to a restaurant in the city, and you are here
Don’t lose your temper either.”
The snail asked:
"What, captain, are you going to the city?"
"Well, let's go to the city first to make contact. Zi Teng and I will go together. You take the brothers here."
Stomachache. As an agent of the Dongchang Operations Division, he has good skills and can shoot better with box guns than the commando veterans here. Because the commandos mainly use submachine guns, and this time he can only bring box guns into the city, so he went with him.
The most suitable.
When Snail heard Xiang Xiaoqiang's arrangement, he nodded without saying anything. Knowing that his uncle regarded him as his most confidant, he left him with the whole team.
In fact, Xiang Xiaoqiang did not choose the wrong person. Snail is Qiu Laohu's right-hand man at the helm of Tiandihui. There are still two things to do when leading brothers.
Based on the results of the discussion with them just now, Xiang Xiaoqiang gave further instructions:
"Everyone take off your military coats and put them in your bags, and take out your civilian clothes and wear them outside. From now on, we will be a plainclothes sticky station, flying from Beijing to perform secret missions. In this way, even if we encounter a local sticky stick, we will
We can overwhelm them. Beijing must already know about the Queen's phone number. If you encounter someone who is ignorant, remember, we are here for this matter. If you just evade a few words, they will not dare to ask.
Alright, do you understand?"
"knew!"
"good!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang and Tongtuan took out three cotton gowns from their backpacks and wore them outside their military uniforms. Each of them inserted two twenty-shot box guns and a Luger. They put on their top hats, put on their sunglasses, and checked the adhesive tape.
The ID at the pole was confirmed to be impeccable and he went out.
…
Although Xuzhou is a 6,000-year-old ancient city and a strategic location, compared with cities like Beijing, Xi'an, and Nanjing, the city wall is still not very high, only eight or nine meters. There is a gate tower standing on the city gate, which looks like
A bit more majestic.
There was a large crowd of people surrounding the city gate, people from three levels inside and three outside, all looking up at something.
The three of them could not be seen clearly from a distance. It seemed that there were some soldiers standing on the city gate, handing something down. In the streets outside the city, several children were running towards there, shouting and seeming very excited.
.There was a woman standing at the door of a house on the street, wearing a cotton-padded jacket, drinking porridge and shouting to a running little boy:
"Little bald man, come back here! Your grandma is a bitch, what are you looking at, you little dead kid! Come back! Do you hear me? I'll hang you up later!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang became more and more curious and rode faster, thinking of going to see what was going on. He had a stomachache and had a premonition of what was going on. His face changed color and he hurried to keep up.
When he reached the foot of the city wall, Xiang Xiaoqiang suddenly squeezed the car brake and stared at the city wall, his face turning pale instantly.
…
There are five wooden cages hanging on the city wall, each containing a human head, and sticky black blood is slowly dripping down. Several soldiers on the city tower are still holding the human head cages and hanging them down one after another.
The heads in the wooden cages were sallow, like dried apples, with half-open eyes, some with half-open lips, and exposed teeth. Those wooden cages were hanging there, and some were still rotating and turning.
You can see that the back of the head is a large mass of bloody flesh, and in two heads, half of their skulls were ripped off.
Xiang Xiaoqiang's stomach suddenly turned violently, and he was about to bend over and vomit. He had a stomachache and warned softly from behind:
"Sir, hold on! It's not possible here!"
Nodding to Xiaoqiang, biting his lips, he forced himself to stay on the car, his legs weak, and he got into an inconspicuous alley on the side of the road, where he bent over and vomited violently.
He vomited several times, and finally his stomach was empty, leaving only acidic water, and he felt like he was about to vomit his stomach out. He stood up unsteadily, feeling a stomachache and quickly handed over a handkerchief.
While Xiang Xiaoqiang was wiping, he looked at the adults and children watching outside, pointing and talking. Some of their faces were excited, some couldn't bear it, and some were indifferent. Anyway, no one reacted as violently as him.
He leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and asked:
"what happened?"
"Wait a moment, my lord," Stomachache said hurriedly, "I'll go down and read the notice."
After a while, he came back, his face was ashen, he bit his lip, and it took him a long time to say:
"The spies of Nanming...were just shot and their heads were cut off to show to the public...the two of them were from the second branch..."
"Nanming spy..." Xiang Xiaoqiang muttered and repeated, closing his eyes.
He sighed and asked:
"What about the rest?"
"have no idea."
"Didn't you read the notice?"
"The notice only says 'Nanming spies'. Those two people..." He closed his eyes due to a stomachache and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Those two people... I only recognized those two people... by looking at their heads..."
"Oh, look at the heads..."
The two leaned against the wall and calmed their breathing for a while. Then they asked Xiaoqiang about his stomachache:
"Look at how my face looks. Is it normal?"
"Well, it's almost done. Captain, what do you think of me?"
"It's normal."
Xiang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and said:
"Okay, let's go into the city. Things have to be done."
…
The soldiers standing guard at the city gate were not like Xiang Xiaoqiang imagined, checking passers-by, rummaging through luggage, plundering sheep, and teasing older girls and younger wives. Instead, they simply moved two small stools, set up a small table, and sat there tossing poker cards.
He didn't pay any attention to the pedestrians coming and going behind him.
Of course, they still raised their heads and glanced at the two bicycles, which were ringing their bells and running wildly. There were not many bicycles these days, and the riders were generally not ordinary people.
At this time, there were still quite a few people wearing long gowns and top hats, but the ones riding bicycles and wearing sunglasses were scary. The two soldiers probably guessed something and subconsciously moved their stools to the side of the road, even though they couldn't block them at all.
Go to someone else's house.
This is the advantage of their outfits. Hats and gowns are very common and are not as eye-catching as military uniforms, but simple sunglasses and bicycles show that they are not easy to mess with. They have backgrounds and can block a lot of trouble. Necessary
When I was pregnant, I still had "Pais" stuck to the rod in my waist.
After entering the city, Xiang Xiaoqiang slowed down, rode side by side with Tumache, and asked in a low voice:
"Why are they so tight on the bridge but so loose here?"
Stomachache replied:
"team leader……"
"Ahem, from now on, I will change my name to the name on the certificate."
Because they are officers from the Niangan Division, their identities on their IDs are all bannermen.
Xiang Xiaoqiang's Manchu surname is Tongjia, and his name is Dechang. His Chinese name is Tong Dechang, with a yellow flag. He has the rank of captain of the General Administration of Sticky Branch in Beijing, and also has the title of third-class light vehicle captain.
The Man with a stomachache has a surname of Ma Jia, Fu Hai, a Chinese name of Ma Fu Hai, a yellow flag, and the rank of Lieutenant of the General Administration of Beijing.
Stomachache said:
"Master Tong, this is not surprising, I am the Qing Dynasty..."
As he said this, he secretly watched Xiang Xiaoqiang's reaction to the words "I am Qing".
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled slightly and had no objection. Now that we have entered the hinterland of the Qing Dynasty, and it is a city, we must correct the flaws in our language habits. Otherwise, the details can be fatal.
Seeing that he was so understanding, Stomachache also smiled and continued:
"Master Tong, our officers and soldiers of the Qing Dynasty set up checkpoints at various important roads to check the people fleeing south, but they are not so strict everywhere. The places where the real strict checks are the only way out of the city, like us
It's the bridge that you cross at night. Besides, those who cross there are usually traveling far away, and they have money and money, so they can easily get ripped off. As for the city gate, there are too many people coming in and out every day, so it's hard to check.
If we had checked them one by one, the city gates would have been blocked long ago. Besides, this is a city, and if we don’t protect everyone, any inconspicuous person has a background and can reach the sky in all directions. Big-headed soldiers like them can avoid causing trouble."
He nodded to Xiaoqiang and observed the current Xuzhou City while riding his bicycle. This is his hometown.
Alas, it doesn’t look very good. Everything is gray and more regular than outside the city. The roads are also narrower. At most, two cars can drive side by side. The asphalt road is not as good as the dirt road outside the city. But the asphalt road is also full of potholes and some
There is still water in the big pit and thin ice.
There are mainly low-rise buildings on both sides, one or two stories, mostly old-fashioned houses made of blue bricks, and occasionally cement Western-style buildings.
…
There is no bustling scene here like the streets of Nanjing. There are no trams, no luxury classic cars, not even many rickshaws. There are no department stores, and there are not even big advertising signs.
Almost all pedestrians on the street wear large gray or black cotton-padded jackets, with their hands folded and their waists hunched over, walking slowly. On the streets of Nanjing, beggars almost always dress like this. But here, those who wear this are ordinary citizens.
Occasionally a rickshaw passes by, and the people sitting on it are either wearing silk and satin, fox-armed mink fur, suits, leather shoes, and military uniforms with swords. In short, they are all dressed in bright clothes and angry horses.
…
It took a long time before a small car passed by on the narrow road, kicking up a cloud of dust. There were two soldiers with guns standing on the pedal.
Apart from a very few dignitaries, what I saw were a wide range of poor people. There were not a large number of middle-class citizens like on the streets of Nanjing.
From time to time, a mule cart would run past, pulling loads of coal. The coal-black men huddled in their big black cotton-padded jackets, waving their whips and driving in a hurry, scattering cinders and slag all the way.
Livestock dung eggs.
Sewage. Dust. Garbage. Gray, everything is gray.
…
Hubu Mountain is a small hill in the south of Xuzhou City. When Xiang Yu established his capital in Pengcheng, he built a "drama stage" for military parades on the top of the mountain, which became the first scenic spot in Xuzhou. In 1624, the Xuzhou Hubu Department was established as a refuge
Flood moved to Hubu Mountain. Because Hubu Mountain is close to the city, wealthy and powerful officials' families and wealthy businessmen and wealthy families came in droves, and it became a place where wealthy households competed to live. Over time, living in Hubu Mountain became a
It is a symbol of wealth and status, so there is a saying that "poor people live in Beiguan, rich people live in Nanguan, and rich people live in Hubu Mountain". Xuzhou's Hubu Mountain and Theater Stage are equivalent to Nanjing's Shili Qinhuai and Confucius Temple.
When we arrived at the Hubu Mountain area, we saw some prosperous scenes, with quite a few restaurants and teahouses. There were also more cars parked on the roadside.
The restaurant they are looking for is on the front street of Hubu Mountain. It is called "Tianyun Tower". Although it is called "Tianyun Tower", it only has two floors and is not very big. Among the many restaurants and teahouses on this street,
Not very eye-catching.
The restaurant is not big, but the guise is not small. There are four guises hanging at the door: catered banquets, North and South dishes, casual meals, and seasonal snacks.
The two of them parked their car at the door, took off their sunglasses, pointed at the young man peeling garlic squatting at the door, and ordered:
"Don't lock it anymore, please keep an eye on it."
When the boy saw their appearance, he quickly responded:
"Don't worry, sir, I guarantee you won't lose it!"
When entering the lobby, the clerk came up to him cheerfully, put on his handkerchief, and let people in:
"Haha, you two, do you want stir-fried vegetables or a private dining room? What's the matter, the private room upstairs?"
He grinned at Xiaoqiang and replied in his hometown dialect:
"Get a private room and let me and my brothers have a drink."
He then pouted behind the counter:
"Is that your boss?"
"That's right, it is!"
"What's your last name, boss?"
"Haha, my boss's surname is Sun!"
"haha……"
Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded, looked at Boss Sun again, made sure he was right, and went upstairs with the waiter to order food.
I ordered some local dishes from Xuzhou. Xiang Xiaoqiang took care of his stomachache because he was from the south, and told him to put less chili pepper. But when he served it, it was still very spicy, haha.
Xiang Xiaoqiang ate with great enjoyment. It had been a long time since he had eaten food from his hometown, so he almost put aside the food, as if his main task today was to eat.
"Team... no, Master Tong," he grinned with a painful stomachache, "Didn't you tell me to put less chili pepper? Why are you still like this..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at his poor southern pervert and laughed:
"It's been put in enough, do you think it's still spicy? Eat it. There is a local saying here: 'If you can eat spicy food, you can be a master'."
His stomach ached and he said with a grimace:
"Oh, so you are the captain. You are the leader of our team, so of course you can eat spicy food. I am your brother. If you are not the leader, of course I can't eat spicy food without you!"
Regardless of whether these words were flattery or self-mockery, Xiang Xiaoqiang listened to them as flattery and was flattered.
After three drinks and five dishes, Xiang Xiaoqiang took out his pocket watch and said:
"about there."
He nodded with a stomachache, put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, checked the bullets, and went down to make joints.
I came downstairs with a stomachache, avoided the waiter in the lobby, pretended to be half drunk, leaned on the counter, and breathed alcohol and said:
"Boss, where is the... room?"
The shopkeeper looked at him lightly and pointed back.
After a while, the pain in my stomach came out, and I leaned on the counter drunkenly:
"Shopkeeper...what's your surname?"
"Forgive your surname as Sun."
"Haha, Sun... Shopkeeper Sun, don't you recognize me?"
The shopkeeper frowned and looked at him twice:
"Excuse my stupidity."
"Haha," Stomachache casually glanced to both sides and whispered, "Sun...Boss Sun even came to my young boss last month to take care of the business! Hehe, the payment for the goods is still a bit short, so my young boss asked me to take care of it today.
It’s the shopkeeper’s business, let’s take a look at the shopkeeper’s finances.”
Shopkeeper Sun flashed a hint of surprise, looked at him twice, and asked in a low voice:
"May I ask what your treasure number is..."
With a stomachache, I quickly glanced left and right and whispered word by word:
"Hong... remember... the big... medicine... room..."
Boss Sun's expression suddenly changed, he glanced at the door subconsciously, kept his composure, and asked in a dry voice:
"I dare to ask...what are the goods that the old man placed on credit on Guibao?"
"Haha, there are not many medicines, just two flavors..."
"I dare to ask which two flavors it is..."
With a stomachache, he peeked around again and lowered his voice again: