Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

March 5th, sunny.

The fog in northern Anhui is very heavy in spring. Without high mountains to block the view, the smog almost covers the entire land.

To the southeast of Suzhou is the county seat of Sizhou, which is adjacent to the northern Jiangsu region.

Yesterday morning, Suzhou City was attacked by a group of armed guerrillas.

Although the equipment of this group of people is not very good, their action speed is really fast.

It took only a few minutes for them to rush into the security group's armory, blew open the door, stole a batch of weapons and escaped.

Although that batch of weapons was not worth much money, it was a slap in the face.

As a squadron with outstanding combat achievements in the Matsui Regiment, how could Major Kenichi Kitahara tolerate such provocation from the Chinese?

The Matsui Regiment belonged to the 9th Division of the Japanese Central China Expeditionary Force.

The combat capability of the entire division is very strong, and they also showed a very tenacious fighting will when attacking the city of Nanjing.

At the beginning of this year, in order to expand the results of the war and fully occupy the central and northern China regions, the cabinet ordered the 9th Division to move north to attack Xuzhou, intending to open up the north-south line and completely swallow up China.

As the starting team, Matsui United conquered Chuzhou and Mingguang along the way, and finally stopped in Suzhou for a short rest.

After the main force arrives, head north with the group.

However, because the squadron led by Kitahara Kenichi suffered heavy losses in the battle, their superiors allowed them to stay in Suzhou City and defend it.

The days of sticking to one's ways are very boring.

Due to military orders, Kitahara Kenichi could not join the war with the regiment, and he felt suffocated every day.

Suddenly, he heard that the guerrillas dared to rush into Suzhou City to steal weapons, and he couldn't help but get excited.

Just when I was worried about not having a war to fight, a bunch of toys were sent to me...

Although fighting guerrillas is really a disgrace to the imperial army, it is better to do something else.

If we don't show the might of the imperial warriors, these Chinese people probably won't know how to write the word "respect".

Early in the morning of March 5, Kitahara Kenichi issued an attack order. Except for a small team that stayed behind, he led more than 200 of his men and 500 puppet army security guards to attack Sizhou County directly.

Suburbs of Sizhou County,

Countless figures were lurking on both sides of the road. In front of the crowd, twenty oddly shaped oil drums were arranged in two rows, one meter apart, in a straight line.

"Captain, no matter how I think about it, it seems a little unreliable." Captain Zhou Fusheng of the Sixian Brigade still has some capable people under his command.

The person who was talking to him now had escaped from Jinling City with a narrow escape.

His name was Zhang Meng. He was originally a soldier in the artillery company of the 88th Army. He had really seen artillery before.

Right now, just a few oil drums that were obtained from somewhere can be used as cannons. Are you sure you are not here to make fun of me?

The oil barrel is so thick that he can use it as a gun barrel without worrying about it exploding...

Zhou Fusheng glared at Zhang Meng and said, "Mengzi, why are you talking so much nonsense? This is a secret weapon that the superiors brought from Shanghai. It must have been tested."

"Don't worry about anything else. When the order comes, you must use all your abilities."

"Don't you always brag about your accuracy? The reputation of our Sixian Brigade depends on you."

Zhang Meng's face twitched. What does the accuracy of artillery have to do with this thing?

There's not even a crosshair, it's just an oil barrel, who knows where it will fly after it's ignited.

"Here they come, here they come." A figure quickly rushed into the position and said to Zhou Fusheng breathlessly, "The enemy has reached Sixian County."

"Prepare to cross the Shiliang River immediately. It will take us half an hour to reach the ambush circle."

Zhou Fusheng nodded and said, "I understand."

There was still half an hour left. Zhou Fusheng looked at the thick smog in front of him, and a look of worry appeared on his face again.

In this horrible weather, I can't even tell east, south, west or north, so how can I see the enemy's position clearly?

At this moment, a ray of sunlight shone through the clouds onto the earth, a strong wind blew up, and the thick haze began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Kitahara Kenichi sat on a three-wheeled motorcycle and kept yelling at the group of soldiers in front of him.

"Major Kitahara, these security guards are no match for the imperial soldiers. It's not easy for them to run like this." Jiro Ono, the captain of the third squad, said with a smile.

Kitahara Kenichi said coldly: "These rubbish are not even worthy of being compared with the soldiers of the Empire of Japan."

"Don't even mention soldiers, even women are better than them..."

"Ono-kun, how far are we from the location given in the intelligence?"

Jiro Ono took out the sergeant's map, gestured, and said, "Report to the major, the location of the intelligence sent back is at the junction of Sizhou County and Wuhe County, a place called Shilong Lake."

"It's about twenty kilometers from here."

"Order the troops to advance at full speed and reach the target location before noon."

"Hi..."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a shaking sound from the ground, as if something had hit the ground hard.

It sounds like artillery fire, but why is there artillery fire here? What the hell is going on in broad daylight...

"Damn it," Zhou Fusheng kicked Zhang Meng hard, "Didn't you say you were a professional gunner? Where did you hit that shot?"

Zhang Meng also had a depressed look on his face. After firing the shot just now, he was sure that this thing was useful, but it was completely uncontrollable.

He was originally going to shoot straight ahead, but the explosive pack flew more than two hundred meters to the west, with an error of a full one hundred meters.

It was really a lonely fight.

"Captain, give me another chance, I'll adjust the muzzle." Zhang Meng gritted his teeth, stood up and moved the direction of the oil barrel a little to the left...

"Bang," the explosive package drew an arc and exploded accurately in the crowd in front of the road.

"Done." Zhang Meng clapped his hands vigorously, and all the gun muzzles moved five centimeters to the side in unison.

Zhou Fusheng gave an order...

Bang, bang, bang, a series of close sounds rang out, and countless black things fell from the sky and smashed fiercely towards the front of the road.

Although I couldn't see clearly what those things were, the effect they had after landing was obvious...

Kitahara Kenichi clearly saw that, accompanied by a series of muffled loud noises, the puppet soldiers of the security regiment in front of the team were directly blown away or simply blown into pieces.

In addition, those soldiers who were far away and not affected by the explosion also fell directly to the ground after the explosion and never got up again...

"Retreat, retreat." Kitahara Kenichi, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, had no idea what was happening in front of him, but the sight of soldiers falling down in large numbers made him tremble all over.

Those black things seemed like the god of death's scythe, slashing at him mercilessly.

He couldn't think of any other way to deal with it except running away.

However, it was obviously too late. A black object continued to grow larger in his eyes, and then he clearly felt his body being torn into pieces.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that it was a cannonball...