The political commissar had always spoken in a gentle and polite tone when talking to Jiang Cha, but now he was shouting loudly. The cigarette in his hand was shaking while he was talking, and the dry leaves inside fell out.
The supplies were all flammable and explosive, so no one dared to smoke. They just took them out out of habit when they were excited.
It was originally just a test, but they didn't expect to have such a surprise. Their group hasn't been so wealthy in a long time.
When the team leader comes back, he will definitely laugh out loud. It's so good that you can just sit at home and get unexpected money. Anyone who can get such a good thing will be so happy.
What's more, their most calculating leader would probably wake up with joy when he sees all this at night.
"120 large yellow croakers, 50 small yellow croakers, 3,000 kilograms of grain, six boxes of canned luncheon meat, three boxes of Type 99 rifles with nine in total and five boxes of ammunition, five boxes of chicken necks with ten in total and six boxes of ammunition, twenty-one boxes of Type 38 rifles with 210 rifles and 19 boxes of ammunition.
There were two boxes of gold, silver, and jewelry left, but we couldn't figure it out, so we didn't sort them. There were also several boxes of medicine. The hygienist said they contained chlorpheniramine, quinine cream, and Formaldehyde tablets, as well as some white medicine gauze and other items.
(Penicillin was first purified in 1940, published in The Lancet in 1941, and not mass-produced until 1943.)
The political commissar's mouth never closed. Good thing! With these, they can have a prosperous year, and the yellow dogs in the county town can also be moved.
Arrange someone to put the things into the warehouse and send someone to guard it, and keep the registration book for the team leader to enjoy when he comes back.
Seeing that the sun was already high in the sky and the child had not yet woken up, he quickly asked someone to wake him up and prepare lunch. He also specifically instructed the kitchen staff to make a bowl of noodles and an egg for the child, and to treat him according to the standard food for the wounded.
The rest have to be kept and decided after the team leader comes back. Such good things don’t happen every day, so we have to live frugally, right?
"You're quite capable, kid. It must have been hard to get such a large batch of supplies. Did you run into any bandits on the way here? When I opened the box, I was practically dazzled by all the gold bars! Oh my!"
The political commissar brought the noodles to Jiang Cha on the table and kept sighing as he watched him eat.
The hand-rolled noodles are chewy because the flour is a mixture of corn flour and sorghum flour, so each strand is short after cooking. It is impossible to keep it long because it is not sticky enough and it breaks when it enters the pot.
Only a little salt was added to the noodles, and there was nothing but salty taste. The eggs were probably a little too old, so they were a little loose when they came out of the nest.
She drank a large bowl of ginger tea, even the soup, and was so full that she was burping. She knew this was the best food they could offer, probably the standard for casualties.
That's why the eggs are kept for so long because no one wants to eat them. Now that it's cold, they won't go bad, so she got a good deal today.
"Didn't I tell you about my identity? The Japanese taught me unorthodox methods, so my mother called me a fox who borrowed the power of the tiger. After she died, I have been following the Japanese's men, so I have the opportunity to do some convenient things.
A while ago, a fire broke out at a base in Shanghai. No one escaped, and everything was burned. I was the one who did it. The item I'm giving you is from their warehouse.
Look at the scratches on my face and the burns on my hands. They were caused by bombing a warehouse at the docks. It was a trap set specifically for comrades, and I had nowhere to deliver the message, so I had to throw a dozen grenades myself.
Later, the commotion got a bit serious, so I took a train north overnight, planning to go to Mingzhu after the wound on my face healed in a few days.
Even though the political commissar had been praising her, he had mixed in some probing questions, indicating that he was not that trustworthy.
She truly achieved the goal of swallowing the enemy's sugar-coated bullets and throwing them back. She remained unaffected by anything and always maintained a skeptical attitude towards her.
It was a lie full of loopholes to begin with. This trip to Mingzhu was just to fabricate an identity that would withstand future scrutiny. Now I can only fool around for now. No matter how realistic the fabrication is, it's still fake.
Wherever you go, you will leave traces. If the parents, family, and place where she lives mentioned are true, they will naturally be found out clearly.
Especially since her mother had lived abroad, it would not be difficult to check the list of people who studied abroad.
She just likes to get things done! Thinking is too complicated, and facing these battle-hardened people, it's really hard to deal with them.
I didn't expect sending something would be so difficult!
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