northernbook Chapter 941 Hanging Sato
Chapter 941 Hanging Sato
The Japanese soldier sitting on the east side shook his head and said, "I don't know. The other side didn't say, and he doesn't know either. It must be that a gag order has been issued to block the news!"
A Japanese soldier sitting near the gate, who had been silent and not participating in the discussion, suddenly spoke up: "Haven't you noticed that things haven't been peaceful here these past few years? To be honest, this place is essentially the rear area; it should be quite safe, and there shouldn't be so much gunfire. But the reality is that officers and large numbers of soldiers are frequently killed or missing here."
"Hiss—" The Japanese soldier sitting on the west side seemed to remember something upon hearing this, and couldn't help but gasp. "I hadn't realized it before, but after hearing what you just said, I remembered some things that happened in the past, and it's really true!"
Another Japanese soldier said rather solemnly, "Actually, we only know a small part of what happened; there are many things we don't know!"
Just then, a creaking sound suddenly came from inside the warehouse.
"Don't speak, what's that sound?" someone asked, raising their hand.
The other three remained silent, while the four of them listened intently, and heard what sounded like something gnawing on food.
"Could it be a rat?" someone asked.
"Maybe, let's go take a look. Who wants to come with me?"
"I'll go with you!" The Japanese soldier opposite stood up, and the two walked to the wall, picked up their rifles, and headed towards the direction from which the voice came.
The two quickly disappeared into the densely packed military supplies.
The sound wasn't made by Zhang Yunhe; it was indeed made by the rats in the warehouse.
In fact, Zhang Yunhe was standing next to a pile of goods near the gate, less than two meters away from one of the two Japanese soldiers left behind.
After the two Japanese soldiers who went to investigate the source of the sound left, Zhang Yunhe took out the Ironblood Spear from his back, pressed the telescopic switch, and the spear instantly extended. He then thrust it forcefully into the back of the Japanese soldier's neck.
With two consecutive "thuds," the iron-blooded spear pierced the throats of the two Japanese soldiers sitting face to face, impaling them together.
The two remaining Japanese soldiers didn't even utter a sound before their eyes widened and the matter was completely settled.
Zhang Yunhe stepped forward, grasped the middle of the spear, and pressed the switch. The spear shortened, and the two Japanese soldiers' corpses fell off the stool and onto the ground.
He then dragged the two bodies behind a pile of goods and hid them.
Just as they hid the body, the two Japanese soldiers who went to investigate the source of the sound returned with their guns.
"Uh...where are the other two?" the Japanese soldier in front asked in confusion.
The Japanese soldier behind them said, "Are those two guys trying to play a joke on us to scare us?"
"Is this fun?" the Japanese soldier in front said with considerable dissatisfaction.
"Then you stay here, I'll go find them!" After saying that, the Japanese soldier walked towards the pile of goods next to him.
As he searched, he called out the names of two other Japanese soldiers, and the echoes of his voices came from the warehouse.
The Japanese soldier who hadn't gone sat on a stool at the table. He sniffed, as if he smelled something strange. Just then, a sound came from deep within the warehouse, and then the shouting stopped.
"Could something have happened?" The last remaining Japanese soldier stood up with some fear, picked up the rifle lying on the table, and headed in the direction his comrade had gone.
"Yoshida, Yoshida-kun? Where are you? Have you looked for them?"
With a "thud," a sharp pain shot from his back to his chest and into his brain. The Japanese soldier stopped in his tracks, looked down, and saw a blood-stained blade protruding from his chest, the tip dripping blood onto the ground. Before he could turn around to see who was behind him, his heart stopped beating.
At this point, all four Japanese soldiers guarding the warehouse had been eliminated, and Zhang Yunhe immediately began to put all the weapons, ammunition, and military supplies in the warehouse into his backpack.
When the entire warehouse was empty, he had arrived at the entrance to the underground warehouse.
The entrance to this underground warehouse is not hard to find; it's a rectangular opening dug from the ground leading underground. You can walk up the steps to the entrance of the underground warehouse.
There was an iron gate at the entrance of the underground warehouse, which was locked with a large iron padlock. Zhang Yunhe stepped forward, grabbed the padlock, exerted his strength, twisted the padlock open, threw it on the ground, opened the iron gate, and went inside.
Upon inspection, Zhang Yunhe discovered that the underground warehouse contained some relatively rare types of ammunition, such as armor-piercing rounds, high-explosive rounds, and grenades.
Besides the ammunition, there was also a batch of gold, about 1 ton, all of which was large yellow croaker.
Zhang Yunhe immediately put all the gold and ammunition into his backpack.
"Without this batch of supplies in the warehouse, the Military Police Command will probably be unable to carry out any military combat operations for the next few months, and even the military police's shooting training will have to be stopped."
After leaving the warehouse, Zhang Yunhe left the warehouse door slightly ajar and disappeared into the night in a flash.
Not long after, he appeared at the foot of the headquarters office building.
There were two Japanese soldiers standing guard at the entrance. The staff on duty in the offices on each floor of the building seemed to be very busy. The sounds of footsteps, doors closing, telephones ringing, and telegrams being sent were constant and very noisy.
Zhang Yunhe walked past the two Japanese soldiers without them noticing anything amiss.
Sato's office was on the third floor, in the middle of the south side, and it was also the largest one. Zhang Yunhe had known this for a long time, as he had been there more than once or twice.
He had come here several times before to gather intelligence, and twice he came to plant listening devices. The last listening device he planted is still in a frame on the wall of this office, undiscovered by the Japanese.
"dong dong dong"
"Come in!"
The adjutant, carrying a cup of tea, pushed open the office door and came to the desk, saying, "Commander, I've made you a cup of tea."
"Put it here!"
"Ha Yi"
The adjutant left the office again, and the door closed.
Sato was writing a report with a fountain pen. This report was to be handed to Commander Matsui the next morning. It was Matsui's order. In this critical situation, he dared not delay, nor did he want to provoke a marginalized old man.
"Phew—" Sato put down his pen and let out a long sigh. The report was finally finished. He organized the report and the information he had collected on the table about spider lilies and ghosts.
Just then, he seemed to sense something was wrong in the office, and a sense of fear slowly rose in his heart. He seemed to feel that there were other people in the office besides him.
He looked up and searched, when suddenly a rope was looped around his neck from behind, and the rope was pulled taut and lifted up.
He was terrified and grabbed the rope with both hands to try to free himself, but the pulling force was enormous, and the rope's pull came from above, ensnaring his neck and suspending him in the air.
He couldn't even see that at the top of the rope was a pair of large hands wearing tactical gloves. The owner of the hands was dressed in black armor and was nearly 1.9 meters tall, while the entire Japanese military police commander was less than 1.6 meters tall.
Zhang Yunhe used a rope to lasso his neck and hung him in the air like a chick. He struggled violently and kicked his legs to try to break free, but to no avail.