Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 141 Target Amur River Bridge IV

"Is this for me?" Qian Xiaobao fiddled with the miniature camera happily.

"Be careful when using it. It must not be discovered by others. I adjusted the focal length. It is best to shoot at about 15 meters. The distance should not be too far, otherwise the effect will be poor." Schultz instructed.

"It seems that the information I sent last time is very important." Qian Xiaobao said.His mind was spinning quickly.

"Last time when they came out, it was already dark, and no one noticed that I managed to take a picture. But I can't get in at all. What can I take now?" Qian Xiaobao asked.

"Shooting people! The Japanese and the five Russians who presided over this task. Don't turn on the camera, just hand the camera to me after shooting." Schultz replied.

It is now November.Harbin dawns late but the sun sets early.

It was dark when the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department members on mission entered and left the Jiangfang Fleet station.

Although the shooting effect is poor, it is convenient for concealment.

"Be careful!" Schultz exhorted with an emphasis.

Although Qian Xiaobao is very clever.But after all, he has not undergone special training.

As an intelligence officer, being calm and calm is the most important ability.

Da Shangang felt that he could not do without Qian Xiaobao.With the full-scale war in the south, a large amount of food from the Northeast, especially rice flour and soybeans, was shipped to the south and mainland Japan.

Although as a Japanese soldier, Oyama can still eat rice.But nowadays, "cultural rice" is often added to rice, which is white sorghum rice.

The vegetables served are even more crude.If you can have a small fish that is half the length of a chopstick, it is considered rich.

This morning, Qian Xiaobao took out a big steamed bun and handed it to Da Shangang.Economic controls have now begun.There is no rice flour in the world.

God knows where Qian Xiaobao got the steamed buns.

Da Shangang took the big mantou and found that there were several large pieces of fat in the middle of the mantou.

He hurriedly turned around and went to find a corner where no one was around to eat steamed buns.

Military trucks drove to the gate of the Jiangfang Fleet.The people in the car jumped out of the truck one by one.

Standing more than ten meters away, Qian Xiaobao nodded and smiled at everyone with his hands folded on his chest.

Hisao Shiraki, Hirokichi Aihara and the five Russians ignored him.Only Yaguchi Kenzo looked at him from afar.

On the surface, Toshizo Matsumoto was a diplomatic messenger of the Japanese Embassy in the Soviet Union. In fact, he was a member of the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army.

This time he set off from Moscow along the Trans-Siberian Railway to the Japanese Consulate in Vladivostok.

Along the way, Toshizo Matsumoto was cautious.People like him were followed along the way by Soviet internal affairs agents.

Even the service personnel on the train are from the Soviet intelligence agency.

There have been instances of diplomatic couriers passing out after eating and drinking on trains.

When they woke up, they found that the documents they carried had been turned over or even lost directly.

In fact, Toshizo Matsumoto was not afraid of being seen by Soviet intelligence personnel at all for the documents he carried with him this time.The carefully protected documents are only made by him for outsiders to see.

There is only one thing he wants to protect - a special high-precision camera that he carries with him.

Whenever the train arrives at the station, there are people standing at the window of Matsumoto Toshizo's train box.Block the windows with broad shoulders.

There are factories, mines and military bases along the Trans-Siberian Railway.These are absolutely not allowed to be watched by the Japanese.

The train goes all the way east, passing through Chita-Ulan-Udeblagoveshchensk until Khabarovsk.

Toshizo Matsumoto cheered up suddenly.He stood up and stretched his limbs, rubbing his face with his hands.

The location of his mission this time is coming soon.He needs to keep his attention focused.

The train stopped in Khabarovsk for a long time, and Toshizo Matsumoto waited anxiously.

When the train finally moved slowly, Toshizo Matsumoto checked the door lock of the train compartment again.Then he pulled out his always-on camera and opened the dust cover to get ready to take pictures.

The train passes over the Amur Railway Bridge.The sound of wheels and rails became hollow.Matsumoto Toshizo's heart was beating wildly with a loud clicking sound.

He stood up with the camera in both hands, and his whole body was pressed against the train window.The camera zoomed down on each bridge pier the train passed.

There will be no Soviet intelligence personnel blocking the windows at this time.Shunzo Matsumoto can take as many shots as he wants.

It took more than three minutes for the train to pass the 600-meter main bridge section.Toshizo Matsumoto took pictures of all the piers of the bridge, especially those in the middle of the river.

Toshizo Matsumoto sat down dejectedly.In the short few minutes just now, he was sweating all over, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

At night, Shunzo Matsumoto, who had completed the task, slept very sweetly.

The door of the train compartment opened gently.That's right, the door that was originally locked by Jun Matsumoto's rebellion was opened.

A man walked into the box lightly.He went to Toshizo Matsumoto's side, lifted the blanket, groped for Toshizo Matsumoto with his hands for a while, and took out the camera.

The man backed away quietly again.

Shunzo Matsumoto didn't wake up from the beginning to the end of the whole process.

The man walked along the train corridor into a dark train compartment.There were already two technicians waiting there.

Half an hour later, the man took the camera and entered the train compartment made by Toshimoto Matsumoto, and put the camera back in the pocket of his underwear.Then cover the blanket and everything goes back to normal.

A bald man in his fifties is eating supper in the dining car of the train.

"It seems that our Japanese friends are very interested in the railway bridge over the Amur River." The man said, taking a sip of vodka.

It was already dawn when Toshizo Matsumoto woke up again.Outside the car window was a stretch of frozen swampland beyond sight.

He stretched his waist and felt relaxed.Suddenly Toshizo Matsumoto remembered the camera on his body and hurriedly touched his underwear pocket.Matsumoto Toshizo breathed a sigh of relief after touching the camera.He successfully completed the intelligence mission this time.

A few days later, Qian Xiaobao reluctantly handed over the miniature camera to Schultz.

"The light is not good either in the morning or at night. I took a few pictures of each person. It should be fine." Qian Xiaobao said.

Schultz took the camera and immediately wrapped it carefully with paper.The film inside has to be processed by specialized technicians sent by the superior.

It is also rare to be able to take photos of people from the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department.

Unbeknownst to Schultz, the identification of Hisao Shiraki, stationed in the JMS Independent Engineer Corps, would roughly determine the Japanese mission objectives.

"How many lives is the information I sent this time worth?" Qian Xiaobao asked.

"Ten times more than last time!" Schultz replied.

(End of this chapter)