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After saying that, Lao Lu took out a Browning pistol from his pocket and handed it to Feng Zheng.

After Lao Zheng took it, he took a closer look and immediately laughed:

"It's a Belgian rifle, and it's new. That's rare."

"Old Zheng, give our group two of these pistols, one for me and one for Xiao Xu. The total number of bullets is 200."

"My shooting skills are OK. This is Xiao Xu's first time. You can teach her how to shoot when you have time."

After hearing this, Feng Zheng nodded and said with a smile:

"That's as it should be. With these two pistols for self-defense, your safety will be much better, and I will feel relieved."

In fact, their Military Control Commission Taiyuan Station had quite a few Browning pistols, but each one was registered and generally difficult to get out.

Besides, his identity was top secret, so it was impossible for him to arouse suspicion because of a few pistols.

Before, he wanted to take out money and let Lao Lu buy arms on the black market, but was rejected.

Weapons on the black market are too expensive, and it is not worth it for the organization to spend money just for the two of them.

Being given guns by their superiors now is the best thing. This means that their comrades have obtained a lot of guns and ammunition at once, so they are so generous.

At the same time, Feng Zheng couldn't help but sigh: "This field army is so domineering, doing things in such a simple and crude way, and the results achieved are also extremely brilliant."

Finally, before he left, he specifically reminded them that the Japanese would definitely start biting people indiscriminately, so he asked Lao Lu and Zhen'er to be careful.

The night passed in such an undercurrent. All the intelligence personnel were active for a moment and then fell into deathly silence. Everyone knew that the storm was coming.

At eight o'clock the next morning, at the First Army's temporary headquarters, Yamamoto Ikki reported yesterday's losses to Shinozuka Yoshio.

"Commander Shinozuka, we lost ninety-nine men in last night's shelling, including more than thirty headquarters operations staff officers, the highest ranking of whom is the Director of the Telecommunications Department."

"Also, the headquarters' radio station was hit by artillery shells during the transfer process, and part of it was damaged."

"There are more than a hundred injured, a dozen of them are seriously injured, and the rest are slightly injured."

After hearing this, Shinozuka Yoshio said with a serious expression:

"Director Tanaka was an excellent telecommunications talent. I spent a lot of effort to promote him. It's a pity that he died like this."

"The radio station is a small matter. We can just use the spare supplies stored in the warehouse."

"Even these experienced combat staff officers cannot be replenished in a short period of time, but it is not a big problem. We can directly mobilize them from the divisions below."

"If you have any bad news, tell us together."

Seeing this, Yamamoto Ikki could only bite the bullet and say:

"When I led your guards to search for the attackers, after discovering the artillery position, we accidentally stepped on a booby trap set by the enemy and lost more than ten people."

"But the good news is that we found two mortars, and they were produced by our army itself, so the scope of investigation has been narrowed down a lot."

Yamamoto Ikki also wanted to find some reasonable good news to ease the atmosphere on the scene. He had seen that the commander's face was terribly gloomy, which was a prelude to his rage.

Just now, Yoshio Shinozuka heard that more than a dozen of his loyal guards had died, and his heart was bleeding.

Even though so many combat staff had been killed or wounded before, the death of more than a dozen guards did not make him so heartbroken.

After all, no matter how outstanding those combat staff officers are, they only belong to the First Army, not to him personally.

The guards are his private soldiers, whom he trusts the most. All of them are loyal to him and willing to die for him.

Such people are difficult to train and usually require promotion after a long period of assessment. Many of them are descendants of Yoshio Shinozuka's family, and even his cousins and nephews.

The total size of these people is only that of a squadron, and now more than a dozen of them are gone. It is a heavy loss.

At this time, Yoshio Shinozuka looked at Yamamoto Kazuki with a bit of dissatisfaction. This man who was known as a special operations expert had undergone rigorous training abroad, but his level was not very good. He could not even spot basic booby traps. It could be said that his reputation was not worthy of him. It was estimated that some of his things were exaggerated.

As long as you blow it hard and exaggerate it, people will believe it. The same is true for special operations.

However, he did not show this emotion on his face, but just uttered two words with a gloomy face:

"continue!"

Yamamoto Kazuki also noticed that the atmosphere was not right, but he also looked innocent.

Commander Shinozuka's guards are all arrogant and self-righteous. How could they possibly listen to the orders of a mere colonel like him? And his Yamamoto special forces are not around.

When he led his team to the scene, he had already noticed something was wrong. However, the captain of the guard team, who was eager to make a contribution, led his men straight in. The result can be imagined.

"Commander, the gunshots and explosions in other places were just harassment. They have now subsided. However, we only arrested some suspicious persons and did not find any trace of the attackers."

"In addition, the Specie Bank was also attacked by unidentified persons after its headquarters was bombarded, and a lot of money was stolen."

When Yoshio Shinozuka heard the following words, he just waved his hand indifferently. In the current situation, he didn't want to care about these trivial matters.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. After getting permission, a middle-aged man with the rank of lieutenant general on his shoulder but a mercenary look on his face walked in.

The person who came in was named Matsui Mikoto, the commander of the 4th Division.

Last night, his division headquarters was busy holding a meeting with several brigade commanders. Suddenly, an explosion sounded, which really scared the senior leaders of the 4th Division.

However, when they learned that it was the First Army Headquarters that was bombed, they immediately stopped taking the matter to heart.

It was only the First Army Headquarters that was bombed, not their Fourth Division Headquarters, so it was not worth their attention.

Tonight is the time when the 4th Division and the Osaka Merchant Corps will count their income, and this matter is more important than anything else.

Of course, Fujii is also among the attendees, and he is the protagonist today.

However, when he heard the explosion, he still asked worriedly:

"Captain Matsui, there's such a big commotion in the city, should we send someone to take a look?"

Division Commander Matsui waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, Fujii-kun. We will receive a call soon and then send troops over."

"Please report later how much money we made this month. This is the most important thing for us."