Seeing the scene in front of him, Xiang Xiaoqiang almost fainted and ran forward, feeling that he had killed the snails and the others a thousand times in his heart.
"Hey, what's going on?"
He pointed at Xiao Wu on the snail's shoulder and shouted. Then he looked both sides, then leaned over and asked softly:
"Why don't you throw it away? Do you want to die?"
"Report to Master Tong," Snail stood at attention while carrying Xiaowu, "This little girl is the confidant maid of Fourteenth Gege! She was caught by her subordinates!"
He also came up with a stomachache and said with a shy face:
"Master Tong, hehe, the court's price is worth 500,000 yuan per fourteen square cents, so her confidant maid must be worth 50,000 yuan anyway, right?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, with a sullen face. He saw many railway workers around him showing contempt. His face was feverish and he waved his hand:
"Okay, load it into the prison car quickly!"
His words didn't matter. The military police below immediately opened the lock and opened the door of the container prison truck with a "clatter".
Before Xiang Xiaoqiang could react, a sweet cry came from the dark prison car:
"Uncle Snail!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart trembled: This voice... Qiu Qiu!
Qiu Qiu's "Uncle Snail" immediately attracted the attention of several military policemen. Snail was also stunned.
Zhou Decai looked at Qiu Qiu inside and then at the snail, with doubt on his face.
He quickly ran towards Xiaoqiang, trying to find a way to tell Qiu Qiu's lie.
Unexpectedly, Qiu Qiu was stunned for a moment, then hugged Xiao Wu, kissed her face several times, and then shouted with joy:
"Uncle Snail, Uncle Snail, it turns out you're fine, that's great!"
Poor Xiaowu still had his hands tied and his mouth gagged, and he was given a "bear hug" by his elder sister. He was suddenly out of breath, his eyes widened, and he screamed "Uh-huh."
Xiang Xiaoqiang was almost defeated, and his heart was filled with joy: I didn’t expect that Xiao Nizi’s ability to adapt to changes at critical moments had not been lost! Haha, it was the same as when she grabbed the gun from the stick!
He coughed and said calmly:
"Ahem, Gege's maid is Japanese, called 'Shuzi'. She has taken good care of the female prisoners these days, and the female prisoners are very grateful to her. Because of her slow temper, the female prisoners also jokingly call her 'Snail Shu'
.Alas, this is also a friend in need is a friend indeed."
"ah……"
A group of military policemen were relieved.
Hearing Xiang Xiaoqiang's voice, the prison car fell silent. Xiang Xiaoqiang suppressed his excitement, coughed majestically, stared at Qiu Qiu and said:
"You...you all listen carefully. This officer is Tong Jiadechang, the captain of the Beijing General Administration Bureau of Niangan Branch, and the commander of this train. You all should be honest and cooperate with me! Otherwise, hum.
!”
He raised his hand to hold his big-brimmed hat, an imperceptible smile appeared on his lips, and he looked at her with gentle eyes.
Qiu Qiu stared at him blankly, tears slowly welling up in her eyes, her cheeks turning from red to white, and then from white to red again, and her chest heaving rapidly.
Xiang Xiaoqiang was worried that this girl would suddenly go crazy and call out "Xiaoqiang" again. He didn't know how he would be able to cover up the lie.
Qiu Qiu suddenly abandoned Xiao Wu and hugged a bunch of girls, crying and shouting.
Xiang Xiaoqiang coughed awkwardly and shouted:
"What the hell, what's going on with you guys? You're not happy to see me, sir, aren't you?"
"Why are you crying?" Zhou Decai also banged the butt of his gun on the truck compartment and shouted, "Be honest, there is nothing to cry about!"
Qiu Qiu sobbed:
"I...we are so scared..."
A bunch of girls immediately hugged each other and started crying.
…
After closing the prison car and about to give the order to leave, there was a noise in the distance and a group of soldiers came over quickly with guns drawn and swords drawn.
Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart "clicked", he held down the holster, and at the same time winked to the team members. They also touched the submachine guns in the canvas bag and were ready to fight.
It was only when I got closer that I could see clearly that several middle and lower-ranking officers were leading twenty or thirty soldiers, with a senior officer surrounded in the middle walking over menacingly. The few military policemen in front were retreating and trying to dissuade them.
The leader is actually a major general!
With a straight face, the general insisted on requisitioning their container truck. He said that there were too few carriages in their military train and the brothers were so crowded that there was no place to sit.
Although the Sticking Department is awesome, the highest rank here is only a captain. After all, the difference in military rank is too big to compete with a general. A group of Sticking Department officers and military police have been arguing with this regular army general for a long time. They look at Xiaoqiang's watch.
It has been delayed for too long, but Chi Ze changed his mind, waved his hand and said:
"Okay, okay, let's give it!"
A dozen girls were escorted off the train and moved dejectedly to a fourteen-seat luxury box.
…
The locomotive roared loudly and slowly drove out of the station.
Finally on the road! Although life and death were uncertain, and the fate was uncertain, Xiang Xiaoqiang and his men suddenly felt relieved.
The section behind the front of the car is a luxury box, and now it doubles as a prison car. Shi Shigege, Qiu Qiu, and the others are locked together. Next is a passenger compartment, which was originally for Miyamoto and other escorting officers, but now it happens to be occupied by Xiang Xiaoqiang.
and his men occupied. Zhou Decai and his company of military police were on the last two passenger cars.
The car was very warm, and a layer of fog condensed on the car glass, which wiped out a layer of fog towards Xiaoqiang. When he looked outside, it was pitch black outside and he couldn't see anything. Under the light in the car, the windows were like big black mirrors.
.
He was very satisfied. He couldn't see anything outside. This was the effect he wanted, which was very beneficial to the execution of the plan.
After the connecting door leading to the rear compartment was locked, I opened the suitcase with a stomachache and sent a message to Dongchang:
Everything went well. The train left Jinan Station at 12:30 and drove onto the Jiaoji Line at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour. It stopped at Qingzhou Station and took about three hours and twenty minutes.
…
Nanjing, Dongchang Bureau 1 and 3. The lights are brightly lit, and almost everyone is working overtime all night long. Even though it is past twelve o'clock, it is still very busy.
Jiang Meilu was also working overtime all night long. She was holding a cup of tea, holding her forehead, her eyes were red, and she had not slept well for almost two days. The difference was that the people behind her were busy with the fusion of the Northern Qing throne and the general mobilization.
Of these two big things, she was the only one busy with this "little thing".
A girl in front of the radio ripped off the message paper and handed it to her.
"Okay," Jiang Meilu ordered after reading it, "according to plan, send a report to the people at Qingzhou Station."
After saying that, he leaned on the table behind him and said to himself resentfully:
"Xiang Xiaoqiang, Xiang Xiaoqiang, you have caused enough trouble... If you fail, even I will be unlucky..."
Inspiring patriotic songs kept playing in the distance outside the window:
"...The barbaric dust spreads all over the nine states, and the loyal ministers and righteous men are filled with sorrow..."
"...Shameless in the history of thousands of years, I repay the emperor with a heart of loyalty..."
"...Although three households of Chu can destroy Qin, how can China be empty and deserted..."
"...The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty..."
"...Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history..."
One song is more tragic than the other.
…
In response, Daming also immediately announced the mobilization...
The lower-level clerks and little girls in the office also had gloomy faces, holding tapes and pasting them in an X shape on the glass windows. This was to prevent the air waves from the explosion from splashing the glass...
Downstairs at the gate of the east factory, a group of workers were piling sandbags on the wall to increase the blast resistance of the outer wall...
At the crossroads in the distance, sandbags were piled into a circular fortification, with anti-aircraft guns erected in the middle. Soldiers wore helmets and monitored the sky around the clock...
Over the city, long air-proof balloons have risen, and it is pitch black under the moonlight...
The once prosperous and peaceful city has suddenly become the front line of war. Maybe tonight in my sleep, the first batch of Qing Dynasty artillery shells will explode on the street.
Jiang Meilu looked out of the window and watched all this infatuatedly. He couldn't help but think: We in Dongchang are just for our own selfishness and to gain power with the royal family, so we let tens of millions of people go through the war with us. Isn't this right?
unacceptable?
Oh, forget it, everything has been done! She also thought that once His Majesty takes power, Dongchang will be restored to the legendary behemoth, the eight-clawed octopus... She will also rise with the tide, and there will be a lot of power and money...
At that time, there were many beautiful clothes, shiny jewelry, beautiful big houses, cars, beautiful pets and dogs in the stores... I might be able to afford them... I might not even have to buy them myself, others would deliver them to my door.
…
Jiang Meilu grabbed the phone, frowned and asked:
"What's going on with Commander Qi Xiwenqi? He hasn't sent a submarine yet? It's more than a hundred nautical miles from the Dongjiang base to Jiaozhou Bay, and the submarine will have to sail all night! This is the person who saved him!... I know there's going to be a war.
, but my matter is also very important...forget it, I'll go see him myself!"
…
On the prisoner of war train, Zhou Decai knocked on the door with a driving route map to find Xiang Xiaoqiang.
"Master Tong," Zhou Decai pointed to the route on the map and asked carefully, "we should go north along the Jinpu Line, but why do we seem to be going east now?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang chuckled and said:
"Going east? Brother, did you turn? You are driving north now! See for yourself."
He pointed to the window.
Zhou Decai pressed against the dark window and couldn't see anything. But he always felt something was wrong:
"Master Tong, I took the train into Beijing, but it doesn't seem to go this way. Did we go the wrong way? Why do we feel like we are on the Jiaoji Line?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang thought to himself: Your sense of direction is really accurate, you can feel it.
He smiled and said:
"Forget it, let's not talk about it, let's see later. We are indeed taking the Jinpu Line. The next stop is..."
Zhou Decai took a look at the map and said:
"The next stop is Texas."
Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded and said:
"Can't you just check for yourself later to see if it's Texas?"
Zhou Decai left with hesitation.
…
At 3:30 at night, Qingzhou Station on the Jiaoji Line.
Qingzhou Station is a small station, and it was already late at night, so there was no one on the platform.
The old deputy stationmaster was wearing a coat, holding a signal light and holding a cigarette. He looked around and no one was paying attention to him. He stood on his toes and stood down on the station sign with the words "Qingzhou Station" on the platform. He quickly took out the writing from his arms.
Another sign with the words "Dezhou Station" was hung up as it was.
He looked around again, hummed a little tune, sat on a chair on one side, and stared anxiously to the west.
A few minutes later, a light appeared in the distance and the train he was expecting arrived at the station.
…
Although the prisoner of war train did not stop at this station, it still had to whistle and slow down when entering the station.
Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart was in his throat, hoping that the Dongchang undercover agent here was a veteran and wouldn't make any mistakes.
Zhou Decai was beside him, lying on the glass window, staring at the slowly moving platform. He didn't feel relieved until he saw the sign with the words "Dezhou Station".
Xiang Xiaoqiang also breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the old stationmaster wearing a coat on the platform and saluted him through the window. He blessed him in his heart:
"I hope you, the old man, will be safe and sound..."
He patted Zhou Decai on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"How are you? Are you relieved? Have you turned? Ah? Hahaha!"
Zhou Decai scratched the back of his head and said sarcastically:
"Hehe, the little one really turned. Alas... But I remember that Dezhou Station is not like this..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and said:
"Forget it, you're right, the entire Dezhou Station looks wrong... Well, the next stop is Cangzhou Station..."
He prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that Weifang Station would go as smoothly.