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"As for those cultural relics and antiques, they also need to be shipped back home. This batch of spoils needs to be loaded onto a ship and shipped within two days. We also need to prepare a cargo ship. I'll leave this task to you!"

The adjutant replied, "Hai! Commander, the gold has a fixed amount, and we can only transport it back to the country intact for handing over. However, it is normal for some of the cultural relics and antiques to be accidentally broken during transportation!"

"I'll pick out some rare and valuable items and pack them in separate boxes. I'll send them to His Excellency Si Jinguan's home within a week!"

The adjutant was very capable, and Matsui said with great satisfaction, "Yoshi, you go to the train station in person this afternoon to keep an eye on it. There must be no problems with this batch of spoils!"

"Hai!"

After hearing this, the entire audio clip has ended.

Zhang Yunhe's eyes became sharp. Such a large amount of wealth was actually described by Matsui and his adjutant as spoils of war. This was definitely not the spoils of defeating the Jiangzhou army, but was looted from the people by the Japanese army. This was all the blood, tears and pain of the people in the south of the Yangtze River.

"The Japanese actually want to transport this wealth back to their country?"

"dream!"

"I won't let you take away even a hair!"

Judging from the conversation between Matsui and his adjutant, the Japanese may load this wealth onto the ship tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

As for the specific day, it depends on when we can find a boat.

For Zhang Yunhe, he still has at least one day.

But he could guess that Matsui and his adjutant would not load the cargo on board so quickly, because the later the cargo was loaded on board, the more time they would have to operate.

Faced with such a huge fortune, who wouldn't want to pocket some of it? It's perfectly normal to secretly keep some of it and make a small profit.

Zhang Yunhe still had one thing to do, which was to find the warehouse where the treasures were temporarily stored.

He never considered passing this information to the Blue Shirts Society or secretly informing Xiong Danian, because neither side had the strength to take back the treasure from the Japanese. Even if they sent people to take it, they would only be giving the Japanese heads.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Yunhe was already standing invisible on the roof of the train station building.

At the end of the railway track in the distance, a freight train was slowly approaching.

Black smoke was coming out of the locomotive's chimney, and white steam was spewing out from the side. The "clang, clang" sound could be heard from a long distance away.

The railway station has prohibited people from entering or leaving since 10 a.m. All staff members are concentrated in the waiting hall on the first floor and are not allowed to go out. They can only drink water and go to the toilet.

The entire train station was filled with Japanese soldiers standing guard and patrolling inside and outside. The security was tight and there was not a single idle person to be seen.

On the platform, Matsui's adjutant and several officers were waiting, surrounded by fully armed Japanese soldiers.

The clanging stopped, followed by a sharp sound of steel grinding, and the freight train stopped.

Soon, a large number of Japanese soldiers escorting treasures got off the train. Zhang Yunhe squatted on the roof and saw that there was about a squadron of Japanese soldiers escorting the treasures, nearly two hundred people.

There was also a squadron inside and outside the train station.

If a squadron was escorting the treasures to a temporary warehouse, Zhang Yunhe judged that it was unlikely that he would rob the treasures himself.

After all, it’s a long way from the train station to the downtown area, and if Zhang Yunhe doesn’t want to expose himself, he can’t take action in the downtown area.

Afterwards, a Japanese army captain got off the car and handed over the task to Matsui's adjutant.

Under the command of Adjutant Matsui, the soldiers began to unload the goods from the train. One by one, the wooden boxes were lifted off the train and placed on carts, which were then pushed to the freight channel and loaded onto trucks by other soldiers.

More than a hundred soldiers were busy for three hours, and it was not until 6:30 in the evening that all the goods were loaded onto the trucks.

Outside the train station, more than 30 trucks, all loaded with treasures, were waiting to set off together.

The adjutant of the headquarters came out of the train station with the officers. At his order, the convoys set off one after another. He and a squadron of soldiers accompanied them along the way to the temporary warehouse.

The train station resumed operations after the convoy left.

A small black car quietly came out from a side road and followed the convoy.

In order to prevent the Japanese army from noticing anything unusual and not losing track of him, Zhang Yunhe could only control the speed of the car and follow from a distance.

Along the way, Zhang Yunhe did not dare to be careless at all and kept his eyes fixed on the front.

I don’t know how long it took, but the convoy in front drove into a riverside dock.

Zhang Yunhe observed the surrounding environment and buildings and realized that this was Yangshu Wharf.

After parking the car on the side of the road, Zhang Yunhe got out and put the car into the backpack space after seeing that there was no one around.

On the huge dock trading floor, trucks loaded with treasures were parked in neat rows.

One by one, Japanese soldiers were unloading the goods and sending them into the warehouse.

While the soldiers were moving the things, Zhang Yunhe had already quietly sneaked into the warehouse.

He went to a corner and waited until the boxes were almost moved and filled the warehouse, then he gently pried open a wooden box.

There were only gold bricks in the wooden box.

Golden and so cute!

Zhang Yunhe observed and checked. There were three types of boxes here. The medium-sized box made of thick wood was filled with gold.

The large wooden box contained silver dollars.

The oversized wooden boxes were of the crudest workmanship, being simply nailed together with planks of wood. These oversized boxes were filled with cultural relics and antiques, with each box containing several or even more than a dozen items.

Zhang Yunhe was considering when to take action when the adjutant of the headquarters walked in with a few people.

"Open all these boxes!" said the adjutant, pointing to a row of boxes.

"Hai!"

Several soldiers quickly pried open a row of boxes with iron bars, and the cultural relics and antiques inside appeared in front of everyone.

The adjutant walked over and checked them one by one. After that, he signaled the soldiers to nail the lids back on and took a piece of chalk to mark the boxes.

"When I find the ship tomorrow, you guys move these boxes onto the ship and store them in a special cabin, not with the other boxes," the adjutant ordered.

The soldiers stood at attention and said, "Ha!"

After coming out of the warehouse, the adjutant called the squadron leader and said, "Tonight's guard duty here will be handed over to you. Tomorrow I will ask the commander to transfer another squadron to replace you!"

"Yes!" The squadron leader stood at attention and responded.

Zhang Yunhe met with his adjutant and others and learned that it was easy to take away gold, silver dollars and legal tender, but it was very difficult to take away cultural relics and antiques.

Because this batch of cultural relics and antiques consists of more than 10,000 pieces, packed in more than 2,000 boxes, these cultural relics and antiques cannot be stacked in the backpack space grid, but money can be stacked.

This is a bit troublesome.

After some thought, Zhang Yunhe knew that he couldn't do it alone and had to find someone to help him.

Zhang quietly left Yangshu Wharf, took out the car and got in a secluded place.

He called Fan Biao.

"Hey?"

"I'm Mr. A. Are you healed?"

Fan Biao said on the other end of the phone, "I'm ready. Mr. A, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Well, now that you're well, you should stretch your muscles!"