Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 58: One Thousand and Seventy

The skinny monkey covered his stomach with one hand and pointed at Lao Dong with the other. He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

"You? How dare you poison me?"

As Old Dong loosened his grip, a handful of peanut shells fell out of his hand. He was surprisingly sober and his drunken appearance just now was just an act.

"Yes, it was me who poisoned you. Didn't you see that pig's head? I didn't even touch a single bite. You almost finished a pound of it. The poison in it is enough to send you to hell."

The skinny monkey gathered all his strength and pounced forward. Old Dong stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck, strangling him tightly with both hands. The skinny monkey's eyes began to dilate. He struggled desperately, but unfortunately he had no strength at all.

Old Dong laughed grimly.

"With your character, if you were caught, you would betray me in less than five minutes. That's why I acted first. After all, only the dead can keep secrets."

The skinny monkey made a gurgling sound in his throat, and black blood gushed out of his nose and mouth. As soon as Old Dong let go, the skinny monkey fell to the ground, and his hands and feet twitched irregularly.

Dabao watched all this silently, he did not come out to stop it. The enemy made such a big scene this time, this guy surnamed Dong must either die or withdraw early. But when Dabao saw that Dong still had a bomb, he knew that this guy wanted to use himself to die in the explosion.

Old Dong lifted the skinny monkey up. The skinny monkey had not yet completely died, and his feet were still bouncing. The most common materials in the dock were wood and iron.

Old Dong used a big iron block to tie the skinny monkey to it, and then kicked him into the water. The water splashed for a while and then calmed down.

Old Dong carefully wiped the blood off the ground with a rag. Now the skinny monkey had no trace left in the world. This was the retribution for his being an accomplice to the evildoer.

Old Dong continued to drink. He had a high alcohol tolerance. After a bottle of wine, he became more and more energetic, humming a southern Fujian dialect. Dabao didn't understand this dialect at all. He only heard one sentence: "Sisters, let's go pick tea..."

Old Dong kept touching the explosives, and Dabao was worried that he would know it was fake, but Old Dong's attention was not on this at all. He just kept singing this little tune over and over again, as if he was thinking of his hometown.

After two bottles of wine, Lao Dong finally got drunk and fell asleep on the table. Dabao carefully put the explosives back into his pocket, fearing that someone would see it when he was at work.

At five in the morning, a warship in the distance blew its whistle, waiting to enter the port. This whistle tore apart the tranquility of the port. Not only did the third battalion stationed at the dark defense artillery start to move,

Even the drunken Old Dong woke up. He shook his head and looked out the window at the vast river. In the distance, a ship appeared in outline, followed by five ships one after another.

Old Dong rushed to the window, slapped the window frame happily, and muttered to himself.

"Here it comes, finally here, old Russian, I'll let you taste the feeling of a cannonball in a moment."

He quickly washed his face, found a small schoolbag, went to the table, took out the bomb from his pocket, put it in the schoolbag, and stuffed a box of matches into it. He was ready to sneak into the welcoming crowd. He heard that many leaders were coming today, and with the power of his explosives, he would definitely cause a lot of casualties.

Although the Russian fleet has revealed its outline, it will take more than two hours to enter the port. They must wait for the welcoming leaders to arrive before they can sail the warships into the port.

Sun Feihu has already gone to command the troops with the battalion commander and instructor. Today their battalion is responsible for the security of the entire port. The regiment commander, political commissar and others also hurried over.

Sun Feihu volunteered to be responsible for the guard work of the three hidden artillery pieces. The battalion commander hesitated for a moment and then agreed, while the instructor was still muttering.

"This little Sun has no idea how to make progress. He should quickly show his face to the senior leaders. When I am discharged next year, he will be able to take my place."

The battalion commander smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Feihu is a good guy. He wants you to show your face more. Maybe the leader will be happy and deny your demobilization and transfer, so you can stay in the army."

The instructor nodded.

"I've been in the army for more than ten years, and I really don't want to leave. I can never wear enough of this uniform even if I wear it for the rest of my life."

They never expected that Sun Feihu was actually a spy over there, and that he was going to do something that would shock the whole world today.

At 6:30, the welcoming crowd had gathered at the port. There were people from all walks of life, and a group of primary school students holding flowers, preparing for the welcome ceremony.

The leaders hadn't arrived yet. They wouldn't arrive until after seven. Boss had already squeezed into the crowd, his seat quite near the front.

Dabao stood not far from him. Yu Zecheng had already arrived and was commanding the guard company of the military sub-district to set up control around the port.

Time passed minute by minute, Pan Xiaoen and Mu Enming sat in Sun Feihu's room, waiting anxiously.

Mu Enming's face was pale. Pan Xiaoen followed him all the time, and he had no way to pass on the information. He was extremely tormented. He had not had a good night's sleep for several days. He often stayed awake until dawn. The oath he made under the party flag and the figures of his mother and daughter kept appearing in his mind.

Pan Xiaoen glanced at Mu Enming and couldn't help but sneered.

"Old Mu, don't overthink it. Just fire as many shots as you can and drive the Bolzhaski into the sea. Then not only will your family be reunited, but you'll also be able to enjoy a wealthy life."

Mu Enming didn't even notice it, he just snorted, and Pan Xiaoen ignored him. Things had come to this point, and it wasn't like he could just quit if he wanted to.

At half past seven, Sun Feihu knocked on the door and came in hurriedly. He saw that Pan Mu and the others had changed into their military uniforms, and nodded.

"I've already placed my men on guard at the No. 3 coastal defense gun. As I said, your time is limited, so you must fire as many rounds as possible!"

Pan Xiaoen said.

"Old Dong had already sent the news yesterday that he would create chaos among the crowd at the port today, waiting for the explosion at Jiangnan Shipyard at 8 o'clock, and all the guard troops would rush over.

This is our chance. We must destroy the Bolcharsky and then retreat."

Sun Feihu nodded and said okay. He took out a gun from his pocket and handed it to Pan Xiaoen. He winked and Pan Xiaoen nodded, meaning he understood.

Sun Feihu led Pan Xiaoen and Mu Enming out of the dormitory one after another. Now the Third Battalion was quiet, and everyone had their work to do to keep watch.

When we arrived at the No. 3 coastal defense gun fortification, we found six soldiers already guarding it...