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Chapter 239 Commendation Order (Additional Updates with Monthly Tickets)

Time flies by and it's six o'clock in the evening.

At the headquarters of the 107th Regiment, Tan Zhongshu summoned a guard platoon and nearly two hundred elite troops drawn from various battalions and companies to temporarily form two companies.

A group of officer-level figures were locked in the regimental office all afternoon.

An afternoon of action rehearsal was conducted around the model map built by Lu Feng.

It can be said that as long as they arrive at a place now, these people know what they should do with their eyes closed.

Seeing that the sky was completely dark and it was almost the appointed time, Tan Zhongshu let everyone have a half-full dinner.

Subsequently, the personnel performing the task were gathered together.

Count the number of people and distribute weapons and ammunition.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Lu Feng watched for a while and found that Tan Zhongshu indeed attached great importance to his actions at night.

In this team of 300 people, almost every three or five people have a light machine gun or machine gun.

Judging from the amount Lu Feng checked in the past two days, Tan Zhongshu had almost gathered all the automatic weapons of the entire regiment.

When I think about the so-called elite "virtue weapon masters", there are only two thousand people in a group, and the total number of automatic weapons is only a hundred.

Lu Feng felt unhappy.

No wonder that in the Battle of Songhu shortly afterwards, the Chinese army had the advantage in terms of strength, but was always suppressed by the Japanese army.

This firepower level is not the same level at all.

"Vice Captain Ma, the team has been assembled. Let's set off now."

Looking at the three hundred or so people who had already lined up, Tan Zhongshu said to Lu Feng.

Lu Feng was about to nod, then looked at the big guys in the regimental warehouse.

"Take those, too."

Tan Zhongshu raised his eyebrows.

"It's just to capture Japanese spies, so you won't use those things, right?"

"It's better to have it in your hand even if you don't use it, just in case, than not having it when you need to use it, isn't it?"

Lu Feng's words made Tan Zhongshu hesitate.

"Tuanzi, just bring it with you. This is just a practice."

Liu Xinjie also gave a casual advice.

Tan Zhongshu thought about it and nodded:

"Okay, get those guys onto the truck."

That night.

In the southeast corner of Suzhou City, there is Xiaomidu Bridge.

This small bridge has long since disappeared due to road widening in later generations. Not only the bridge, but also the ditch under the bridge was filled in.

Only the Midu Bridge not far away remains.

On the east side of Xiaomidu Bridge, Hengsheng Cotton Mill.

As a factory set up on the moat of Suzhou City, the southwest sides of Hengsheng Cotton Mill are surrounded by flowing water, and the rivers lead directly to Shanghai and Hangzhou.

Convenient water transportation has greatly reduced the transportation costs of Hengsheng Cotton Mill.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiangtian, the director of Hengsheng Cotton Mill, stood on the pier, looking at the river to the southwest.

There were many figures beside him.

If you have worked in Hengsheng Cotton Mill, you will be able to recognize them. These are old employees and managers of the mill.

They are the main personnel of the "Northern Jiangsu Agency".

And this Jiangtian factory director, whose real name is Jiangtian, was just a lieutenant leader of the intelligence team of the Shanghai agency six months ago.

And now, he is already the captain of the Jiangsu North Agency.

And according to rumors, the secret service is already considering promoting him to major.

During non-war periods, it is almost impossible for soldiers to achieve such a speed of promotion in ordinary troops.

This is why when the chief asked Jiang Tianyi if he wanted to join the intelligence department, Jiang Tianyi agreed without hesitation.

As a smart man, Jiang Tianzhu knew that joining the army to serve the emperor was a lie.

Only getting promoted and getting rich is real.

Look, the students in the same class as him were basically just sergeants, and the better ones were just second lieutenants.

As for myself, it’s almost time to reach the Major.

Not to mention, how rich the family fortune he has accumulated in the past six months is.

This is something you can't earn even by being a top soldier for a lifetime. Just as Jiang Tianyi was daydreaming about the bright future with great satisfaction, a small steamer came over on the water in the distance.

Jiang Tianzuo raised his flashlight and played a light signal for a while.

Soon, someone on the bow of the small steamer turned on the lights in response.

Not long after, the small steamer slowly docked at the wharf of the cotton mill.

Two capable-looking men stepped off the small steamer.

"Horse chanting sutra."

"The ghost holds the golden rod."

After exchanging passwords with Jiang Tianyi, one of the two people returned to the boat, and the other walked to Jiang Tianyi and said with a serious face:

"Captain Jiangtian, please listen to your orders."

"Hi."

Jiang Tianqi just stood up straight and spoke to him in this tone. Generally, he was either a superior or an envoy with orders from his superiors.

The envoy in front of him took out a folded piece of paper from the layer of his clothes.

After opening the paper, the special envoy read out the above content:

"Commendation order:

In view of your outstanding contribution to the Imperial Japanese Army last year, Captain Edasaki of the Secret Service of the Political Command of the Army Province Field Army, hereby issues this order as a token of commendation.

Imperial Japanese Army Ministry.

This order will be burned after reading. "

"Nah, Nani!"

Jiang Tianyi was so excited that he couldn't even speak.

He knew very well that this commendation order was basically the key to his promotion to the rank of major.

For a soldier like him who came from an ordinary background, being promoted to major meant that he truly broke away from the ranks of low-level officers.

How could this make him less excited?

The special envoy looked slightly unhappy.

He was not worried about scarcity but about inequality, and he knew exactly what it meant.

If you go all the way to bring good news to others, no one will be happy.

Jiang Tianyi quickly reacted and took out a silver watch from his body and gave it to the special envoy in exchange for the commendation order that required "burning after reading".

This made the special envoy look much better.

Jiang Tianyi looked at the commendation order in his hand word by word with a faint light.

In fact, according to convention, such a commendation order only needs to be notified verbally, and the document can be kept in the department for record keeping.

However, during the recent period, the work of the Shanghai agency has suffered setbacks one after another, and the morale of the military has been very low.

The Ministry of War came up with this idea and sent a physical commendation order.

Let everyone in the Shanghai office see it, stimulate them, and increase their enthusiasm for work.

You see, your former colleagues have climbed on top of you in less than half a year. Why don't you work hard?

As expected, facing such a commendation order from the Ministry of War, all the spies in the Shanghai Agency were jealous.

Then they all secretly decided that they must work hard to win such an honor for themselves.

Let’s go too far, let’s get back to the present moment.

After Jiang Tianzai read the commendation order carefully, he reluctantly took out the match and prepared to burn it.

"呲"

The match struck the paper, lighting up a flickering flame.

It lights up the surrounding area of ​​Jiangtian.

But Jiang Tianyi unexpectedly discovered that it was not just around him.

Even many corners of the cotton factory were lit up.

The bright firelight reflected blurry figures.

"Da da da"

After a brief moment of confusion, the crisp sound of machine gunfire tore through the quiet night sky.

resounded throughout the Hengli Cotton Mill.

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(End of this chapter)