allonlinenovel Chapter 1221 Has this guy let himself go?
Chapter 1221 Has this guy let himself go?
Perhaps feeling the weather was too cold, he comically put on a worn-out sheepskin coat over his clothes. The coat hadn't been washed all winter and had lost its original color, becoming shiny and oily. There were even some stains on the collar and cuffs, which looked out of place with his military uniform and gave off a greasy, mercenary vibe.
He wore a dog-skin hat in the style of the Kwantung Army, the thick fur covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of small eyes. Although those eyes were small, they were sharp and piercing, constantly scanning every scene before him, not missing any minor oversight.
This man was none other than Ogura Daichi, the captain of the Weapons Service Team of the Tianjin Japanese Military Police Headquarters.
In front of Daichi Ogura, a dozen Toyota KB military trucks, covered with thick tarpaulins, were lined up in a row, as orderly as well-trained soldiers.
The engines of every truck were humming deeply, like sleeping beasts about to awaken, their exhaust pipes constantly spewing out white mist that quickly spread through the cold air, enveloping the entire backyard in a hazy mist.
The mist fell to the ground and quickly condensed into a thin layer of frost, making the already slippery ground even more slippery. The soldiers walked on it with extra caution, afraid that they might slip and fall.
Each truck's cargo bed was completely covered by tarpaulins, airtight, as if it were hiding some enormous secret.
The tarpaulin was dark green, covered with mud and stains from years of use, and the edges were worn. When the cold wind blew, it made a "whooshing" sound.
Occasionally, a strong, cold wind would blow a small gap in the edge of the tarpaulin, and in that instant, one could see the wooden crates stacked to the top inside the carriage. The crates were all wiped clean and had clear Japanese markings printed on them, with words such as "Type 38 Rifle," "Type 6 Grenade Launcher," and "Type 92 Heavy Machine Gun" faintly visible. Each word exuded a chilling killing intent, making one shudder.
Besides these common weapons and equipment, there were also several long and narrow objects in the carriage. They were specially wrapped in straw ropes and oilcloth, wrapped tightly in layers. Even just by looking at their outlines, one could vaguely tell that they were parts of the Type 92 infantry gun.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of gun oil, gun cleaning fluid, and the sulfurous odor of ammunition, creating a unique and unsettling odor.
The Japanese military police, dressed in heavy winter uniforms, were busy working in an orderly manner.
They wore "combat caps" with the brim pulled down low, obscuring their eyebrows and eyes, leaving only their flushed, excited faces visible.
Five hundred yen per person for a single field mission—anyone would be too excited to sleep.
Their winter clothes were thick and bulky, with the cuffs and trouser legs tightly bound to prevent the cold wind from getting in. Their bodies were covered in dust and stains, clearly indicating that they had been busy for a long time.
Under the command of Daichi Ogura and several sergeants, they were carefully loading the last few boxes of medicine labeled "Special Needs of the Military Police Headquarters" onto the front of two trucks.
These medicine boxes differed from the wooden crates used for weapons; they were smaller and lighter, but they were still marked with Japanese characters, clearly indicating "サルファ剤" (sulfonamide) and "モルヒネ" (morphine).
Those familiar with the situation at the time know that in the war-torn land of China, medicines were extremely scarce resources, especially special drugs such as sulfonamides and morphine, which were more valuable than gold and even more "hard currency" than guns and cannons.
Sulfonamides are drugs used to treat wound infections. On the battlefield, countless soldiers lost their lives due to wound infections, so sulfonamides became a lifeline.
Morphine, on the other hand, is a powerful painkiller that can relieve soldiers' pain and can also be used as a special medicine, commanding a very high price on the black market.
When the Japanese military police carried the medicine boxes, they moved them with exceptional gentleness, as if they were holding rare treasures in their hands, afraid that they might accidentally break the medicine boxes.
After the move was complete, they carefully covered the medicine boxes with other goods to ensure that no traces could be seen from the outside.
Clearly, these medicines were also an important part of this secret transport mission, no less important than the weapons and equipment with great destructive power.
Ogura Daichi valued these medicines so much not only because they were priceless, but more importantly, because they could be sold for exorbitant prices on the black market, bringing him huge profits. This was undoubtedly a huge temptation for Ogura Daichi.
"Ogura-kun, this... isn't this a bit too flashy?" A slightly hesitant voice broke Ogura Daichi's reverie.
The speaker was Xu Zhongyi. He moved closer to Ogura Daichi, lowered his voice, and spoke with great concern.
“Show-off?” Ogura Daichi glanced at Xu Zhongyi sideways, his tone full of disdain, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of "Old Knife" cigarettes, took one out and tossed it to Xu Zhongyi, then took one out for himself and put it in his mouth. Immediately, a subordinate stepped forward, struck a match with a "click," and carefully brought it to Xu Zhongyi's lips to light the cigarette.
The subordinate was thin, with humble eyes and a fawning smile on his face, clearly showing great respect for Ogura Daichi.
Daichi Ogura took a deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke slowly exhaling through his nose and mouth, mingling with the white mist in the air and blurring his face.
He closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure of the cigarette for a moment, then slowly opened them, a smug smile on his face, a mixture of shrewdness and ruthlessness, and said arrogantly, "Xu Sang, you don't understand. This time, we are on a secret mission!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his short, stubby fingers and pointed to the trucks and busy soldiers in front of him, his tone full of boasting: "See that?"
An entire company of Imperial Military Police! They are all elite soldiers handpicked by me, each one battle-hardened and incredibly powerful. With them on the front lines, no one can stop us!
No sooner had he finished speaking than Ogura Daichi reached out and patted Xu Zhongyi's shoulder forcefully. His strength was immense, and Xu Zhongyi, caught off guard, stumbled from the pat.
Ogura Daichi's smile grew even more smug as he looked at Xu Zhongyi's disheveled appearance. He lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Xu, you can put your mind at ease now!"
We are military police! In the Imperial Army, the military police system is a special entity, three ranks higher than any official! Do you understand?
No matter which division or brigade he belongs to, as long as he doesn't have General Takasaki's order, if he dares to block the road, I will arrest him on charges of "obstructing special operations, acting suspiciously, and suspected of colluding with bandits and aiding the enemy"!
"When the time comes, let his superior personally come to the Tianjin Military Police Headquarters to demand his release! I want to see who dares to disrespect General Takasaki, who dares to disrespect Ogura Daichi!"
Xu Zhongyi's lips twitched a few times, and his smile looked very stiff. He could only nod and agree with a forced smile, but his worries did not lessen at all.
This guy is way too arrogant! Even Yudai Itai and Ken Nakagawa aren't this flamboyant on the surface.
Could it be because Takasaki Takuto went to Beiping, and Nakamura Shunsuke and Itai Yudai went to Shanghai, leaving the entire military police headquarters unable to control this wild monkey?
So this guy just let loose?
He was certainly aware of the special status and domineering style of the military police system within the Japanese army, and he also knew that Takasaki Takuto had a powerful background and immense influence.
But he knew even better that this mission was too dangerous. Transporting such a huge amount of weapons and scarce medicines, once their whereabouts were exposed, even with Takasaki Takuto as a backer, it would be difficult to escape unscathed.