Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 1010 Warehouse
A rickshaw slowly stopped by the river. Xu San paid the fare and got out.

When I revisited the place, it was no longer the same as it was last night.

There are no gorgeous neon lights, only the surging Huangpu River and the Sihang Warehouse across the river.

Yesterday, I took advantage of the wine to tell the two girls the stories of the heroes here. Today, when I came here again, I couldn’t help but have an urge to do something.

Just like in the movies, a sentry post has been set up on the bridge to stop passersby.

The Sihang Warehouse is still the Sihang Warehouse, but it has been requisitioned by the Japanese and I don’t know what is stored there now.

Judging from the tight security and the "No Fireworks" signs everywhere, Xu San guessed that it might be arms.

After all, Shanghai is a port city and a metropolis in the East, so its commercial throughput is naturally not small, and even a warehouse of arms is no exception.

Even if there are no arms, there must be some valuable things.

If everything is destroyed, the Japanese will probably feel the pain for a long time.

But how can I do it now that I am alone?

Buy a house and send a drone to bomb it?
But considering the drone's payload capacity, Xu San gave up the idea.

Drones can be used, but they are not simple aerial bombings.

You can use the night to scout the terrain, confirm the deployment of the enemy's forces, and then decide what to do.

If necessary, can we contact Shangjie?

Yao Guangyuan is also in Shanghai right now, maybe he can help with this?
It is now the end of 1940, and Liu
Thinking that it was this person, Xu San gave up the idea of ​​looking for his superior.

After all, this man is a big shot, and every step he takes may affect the course of history.

If this butterfly of mine were to interfere, the effect it would have might not be good.

The river wind blew, bringing with it a chill. Xu San raised his hands, stuffed them into his sleeves, and walked slowly onto the bridge. He wanted to get a closer look at the place where the martyrs had fought.

Her wide skirt fluttered in the wind as Xu San walked towards the checkpoint step by step with heavy steps.

He remembered that those ordinary laborers braved the Japanese sniper fire and died one after another before they were able to lay the telephone lines to the other side.

Now that Xu San has embarked on this path again, he can't help but feel murderous intent boiling in his heart.

Invisible murderous intent spread, seeping into the river breeze and sweeping across the entire bridge.

As they approached the checkpoint, the Japanese guards had already sensed the murderous intent emanating from Xu San.

That was a killing intent he had never felt before.

Deep and dark, like a demon at the bottom of the abyss.

But as a soldier, he had to fulfill his responsibilities and couldn't let Xu San pass by casually, so he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to stop him, "Sir, this is a military restricted area, outsiders are prohibited from entering."

"Hmm!" Xu San rolled his eyes and looked displeased.

The soldier took a step back in fear, but immediately stepped forward and said, "Sir, this is a military stronghold! If you need help finding someone, I can help you notify them."

"Oh, I know!" Xu San raised his head and suppressed his murderous aura. "I see this is a warehouse, so I want to see if it is suitable for storing my goods."

Without the murderous intent, the soldier suddenly felt that the invisible boulder pressing on him had disappeared.

However, he would not look down on Xu San because of this. Instead, he would be even more respectful of Xu San.

He did not refuse, but stood at attention, put down his hands, and told Xu San very seriously that he could report.

Xu San nodded, indicating that he could wait.