Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 258 This doesn't seem like a chance encounter.
Soon, all the supplies on the vehicle were unloaded, and boxes containing mortars, penicillin, firearms, bullets, and shells were loaded onto the vehicle. After giving the order that the boxes should not be opened for inspection, the vehicle was allowed to drive away.

Those who remained were all people Hao Pingchuan trusted and personally trained.

With the box obstructing the view, no one would know what's inside.

Large items like the Type 92 infantry gun and mountain gun cannot be packed in boxes.

In order to cover up Cao Wei's actions as much as possible, he could only let his most trusted subordinates load, unload, and move these cannons.

When these guerrillas saw the cannons, they all stared wide-eyed, thinking they were seeing things.

Before he could even get excited for a few seconds, Hao Pingchuan yelled at him to hurry up and load the cannons and their shells onto the truck. He wasn't going to transport these cannons and shells to the surrounding guerrilla bases; he was going to send them directly to the bases overnight.

Cao Weida naturally had no objection to this arrangement, and he was well aware of the significance of these cannons to the Red Party.

Amid the guerrillas' excitement, the cannons were disassembled into parts and loaded onto trucks.

Compared to many artillery pieces internationally, the Japanese Type 92 infantry gun and Type 94 mountain gun were indeed inferior in performance, but they were commendable in terms of weight and ease of disassembly and transportation.

After assembling it, Hao Pingchuan suppressed his excitement, but the smile on his face was even harder to suppress than the AK:

"Master Cao, I need to go to the guerrilla base to arrange the transportation of those supplies. Why don't you just put up with the inconvenience and rest there for the night?"

"I will definitely send you back first thing tomorrow morning after the city gates open!"

"No need, you guys should get out of here quickly." Cao Weida took out his pocket watch, looked at it in the light of the flashlight, and said:

"I still have to wait here for the Japanese transport team to arrive, and then I will go back with them."

He pulled out a stack of temporary passes from his pocket: "These are temporary passes. Show them to the inspectors when you encounter any checks, and they will let you through."

Ono Oda knew that these vehicles and the remaining supplies were to be sent to the base and could not be left in the occupied territory, otherwise it would cause trouble if they were discovered by someone with ulterior motives.

To show his sincerity, Ono Oda obtained some temporary passes as requested by Cao Wei Da.

"Okay!" Hao Pingchuan didn't waste any words. After taking the pass, he called the driver to distribute half of the pass and said:

"You should know the value of these things. Be careful, don't stop along the way, and get them all safely to their destination!"

"Yes!" *N.

Hao Pingchuan left in a truck, leaving Cao Weida alone.

He slapped the mosquito that was trying to suck his blood to death. It was already late May, and the mosquitoes were gradually reviving.

To avoid being bothered by mosquitoes, he looked around, came to a big tree, pushed off with his feet, and in a few quick movements, he climbed onto a thick branch. He sat on the trunk, took out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned back comfortably against the tree, smoking as he watched the yellow lights of the convoy gradually disappear into the distance.

"Only one year and three months remain until victory in the War of Resistance against Japan. Time is running out to slaughter the Japanese devils!"

The night is beautiful tonight, with not a cloud in the sky, and a crescent moon hanging over the Milky Way, casting its pale moonlight across the earth.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a symphony unique to nature, mingling with the chirping of insects.

"Such a beautiful view! If I were still living in modern times, I'd be lying on a deck chair in the courtyard right now. Anyway, enough bragging. I'd probably be fast asleep by now, recharging for the next day's grueling work."

At this point, he suddenly smiled. Although he had been forced to travel back to this war-torn era, and although things were indeed tough at first—without television, computers, or cell phones—he remembered the hardships.
But with the help of the system, they gained both ability and money.

Having gained some ability, I was able to help my country and my ancestors by providing them with supplies. I also had several beautiful wives and concubines at home, so I had nothing to be dissatisfied with.

"So, what's the point of those time-travel novels where the time-travelers with systems are always thinking about going back to the past?"

In any case, if Cao Wei Da had the choice, he definitely wouldn't want to go back to being a beast of burden.

Time passed slowly, and soon it was around 12:40 a.m., with only 20 minutes left until the agreed time.

Cao Wei Da looked into the distance and saw a row of orange-yellow lights moving from the direction of Beiping City.

"Finally here." Cao Weida muttered, stubbed out the cigarette he was holding in his mouth on the tree, grabbed the branch, and easily landed on the ground.

Before long, the roar of truck engines grew louder as a line of six trucks came to a stop in the deserted village.

Then, a Japanese soldier in military uniform got out of the passenger seat of the lead vehicle.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Cao Wei Da emerged from behind the tree trunk and laughed:

"Fujita-kun is as punctual as ever!"

"Haha~~ Mr. Cao, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting." Fujita Sosuke laughed heartily upon seeing Cao Weida.

The total value of this batch of supplies is not low, and he will receive another four or five thousand silver dollars this time, so he couldn't be happier.

"Fujita-kun, you're too kind. It's my honor to serve the Empire." Cao Weida pointed to the mud-brick house where supplies were stored.
"Everything is inside, please move it now."

He waved his arms a few times, scratched his body, and said with a wry smile, "There are more and more mosquitoes these days. Let's finish packing quickly so we can leave. I don't want to stay here and feed the mosquitoes anymore."

"Yosh, you're right!" Fujita Sousuke slapped a mosquito on the face, sacrificing itself as it tried to ambush his noble bloodline. He waved his hand: "Hurry up, load the supplies! I don't want to stay here with mosquitoes!"

"Hayi!"

As soon as the order was given, the Japanese soldiers who had come with them immediately began to move out.

Fujita Sōsuke and Cao Weida were smoking and chatting on the side, making plans to go to Xiaguangyuan for some fun the next day.

After a while, a Japanese soldier came to Fujita Sousuke with a list and reported the quantity to him in Japanese.

Fujita Sosuke nodded in satisfaction and rattled off a string of words, which Cao Weida only understood as "Yoshi".

"Fujita-kun, how's the supplies verification going?"

"Yo-ho, Cao-san, the numbers are all correct, we can set off now! Space is limited, you'll have to squeeze into one car with me."

Cao Wei Da himself has no problem with it; even Fujita Sōsuke doesn't mind squeezing in. What right does he, a mere lackey, have to be pretentious?
After everyone boarded the vehicles, the convoy started moving and headed towards Beiping City.

After returning to Beiping, Cao Weida did not go home, but instead found a hotel to stay in.

At three o'clock in the morning, with a soft creak, the room window was opened a crack. After observing the surroundings, Cao Weida, dressed in black, quietly left the hotel room through the window.

An hour later, Cao Weida returned to the hotel and lay down on the bed, falling into a deep and contented sleep.

Just as Cao Wei Da was falling asleep, the Wanping Military Police Station was brightly lit.

"Squeak~~"

A sharp screech of brakes rang out, and a military vehicle pulled up in front of the military police headquarters.

A group of Japanese military police quickly ran to the vicinity of the vehicle to prevent any potential danger.

A Japanese military policeman quickly ran to the back of the car, respectfully opened the door, and placed his hand on the top of the door.

Then, a man in his fifties with a colonel's insignia on his shoulder stepped out of the back door of the car and quickly entered the office building, surrounded by military police.

Ryoma Uchida raised an eyebrow as he looked at the crime scene investigation report handed to him by the Criminal Investigation Department.

"Yoko-kun, are you sure this was done by the Red Party guerrillas?"

To be honest, Uchiten Maro still believed in the conclusions reached by Shioko Shuzo, but for some reason, he always felt that something was strange about this matter.

"Uchida-kun, we combined the on-site investigation with the driver's testimony, and repeatedly verified and deduced the results before arriving at this conclusion!"

He pointed to the photo above and said, "Not all the cargo on the vehicle was stolen; most of it was destroyed and burned. This shows that the other side did not have skilled truck drivers!"

"We extracted bullets of various types from the bodies, all from different rifles. I can't think of any other group besides guerrillas that would have these characteristics."

"The surrounding bandits, whether large-scale or small, were either wiped out or incorporated into our ranks. Apart from this group of guerrillas who are like leeches, I really can't think of anyone else who would have the audacity to attack our convoy."

"Also, during the day I led a team to arrest a group of resistance fighters, and when they resisted, we killed more than ten people and wounded six. I suspect this was a retaliatory action by the guerrillas against us!"

"I think this was a last-minute decision they made!"

Shuzo Shioko's analysis was well-reasoned and logical, and Ryoma Uchida did not find it inappropriate; on the contrary, he quite agreed with it.

However, his intuition told him that there must be something else going on.

Because the whole thing was just too coincidental.

How did the guerrillas find out the transport routes of the supply convoy?
Why was the injury caused at close range?
Didn't the Red Party always believe in not killing prisoners of war?

Also, why did the car break down in that particular spot by such a coincidence?
Judging from the traces at the scene, this did not seem like a chance encounter, but rather a premeditated one!

Otherwise, why was the operation so swift and efficient?

He wanted to ask for more details, but seeing the other person's confident expression, he wisely suppressed his doubts.

Because he suddenly realized that things weren't as simple as they seemed!
He remembered something: Naoto Arakawa had previously reported the logistics department to the dispatch army headquarters, bypassing his superiors.

Then, the head of the logistics department of the dispatched army righteously revised the long-standing procedures for the entry and exit of goods, and made a sarcastic remark.

Now, Naoto Arakawa has suddenly died, and his death remains shrouded in mystery.
hiss~~~
He suddenly gasped, his pupils contracting slightly.

Goodness, could it be...?
He couldn't help but shiver, then his expression turned serious, and he said righteously, "Mr. Shioko's analysis makes perfect sense! I completely agree with this conclusion!"

"These damned guerrillas are absolutely lawless! When I get back, I will definitely ask the commander to conduct a thorough investigation of the occupied area!"

This matter can't be investigated any further. Let's just leave it at that. Otherwise, he's really afraid that if he keeps investigating, he'll end up becoming the next Naoto Arakawa!

(End of this chapter)