Ma Chunfeng intuitioned that this "one person" could really be his own person.

In this way, the more powerful this person is, the more helpful he will be to his side?

Then let's try again, how powerful he can be.

Want money and guns?

good!

I want to see, how did you change?

"Continue to generate electricity... Ask him how to hand over money and weapons to our people?" Ma Chunfeng suppressed the excitement in his heart and gave orders to Qi Zhenjiang again.

In less than a minute, the other party responded again.

"Where is the handover, Nanjing or Shanghai?"

Qi Zhenjiang blinked his eyes and stared at Ma Chunfeng blankly.

"Nanjing!" After a long time, Ma Chunfeng gritted his teeth and said.

There is a concession in Shanghai, and it is not difficult to hide a few guns with their own abilities.

But Nanjing is different, it is a real Japanese-occupied area.

"How much do you want!" the other party asked again.

"The more, the better!" Ma Chunfeng replied in a deep voice.

Seeing these four words, Fang Buwei pulled the corners of his mouth slightly.

Ma Chunfeng is OK, how dare the lion speak?

Do you know how many good things I have hidden in Nanjing?

Fang Buwei thought for several minutes before he made a decision.

There is no concession in Nanjing, so there are not so many places to hide. Compared with the Shanghai Special Zone, there are much fewer military regime lurking in Nanjing.

Whether it is money or weapons, giving too much is not a good thing.

But it is not possible not to give it.

Otherwise Ma Chunfeng would doubt his sincerity.

He immediately replied: north of the Gu Tower and east of the North Pole Pavilion, walking a mile in the Xuanwu Lake city wall, about one kilometer away from the Jiwu Temple Mountain Gate, there is a sycamore tree on the roadside, and the white gray paint on the tree is twenty centimeters taller than the tree next to it...

Under the base of the city wall where the tree shines straight, dig one meter down and you will dig a box, including ten fast and slow machines, one thousand bullets, fifty German grenades, ten kilograms of bombs made of yellow gunpowder, and one hundred taels of gold...

After translating the telegram and subconsciously chanting it, Qi Zhenjiang seemed to be frozen.

It seemed like he had seen a ghost again. Qi Zhenjiang forgot to breathe, his face was like a cooked crab, staring at a pair of bean eyes, and staring at Ma Chunfeng in horror.

Ma Chunfeng was not much better, so he stood up and grabbed the message.

How did this "one person" do it?

According to the telegram, he obviously hid these things in Nanjing in advance, otherwise he would not have said so accurately.

It is certainly not after the fall of Nanjing. In the past year and a half, the Japanese army in Nanjing has been extremely rampant. Not to mention digging the walls to hide things, no matter day and night, as long as the Chinese appear on the street, they will be closely investigated. If they can't walk a mile, they will be rented three or four times...

So these things were hidden before the fall of Nanjing?

That was the latest during the Battle of Nanjing.

I won’t talk about gold. Where did so many weapons come from?

Special yellow explosives, 50 kilograms?

Before Nanjing fell, even if the Jinling Arsenal had full power, it would only produce 17 or kilograms of yellow gunpowder in one month, and it would not be enough to build aircraft bombs.

The mysterious figure takes action and the output of the Jinling Arsenal in one month?

Ma Chunfeng was so excited that he even trembled: "Hurry, notify Nanjing and go dig overnight..."

Whether it is true or not, you will know as soon as you dig it out.

For fear that he would be excited and compile the code incorrectly, Qi Zhenjiang moved the password base and checked it one by one. After it was indeed correct, he sent it out.

When Qi Zhenjiang's telegram was about to be sent, Ma Chunfeng reacted:

What if it's a trap?

Have to be careful.

"Remind Qian Xinmin to properly arrange personnel. After the instructions are issued, immediately cut off any contact channels between the task execution personnel and superiors and subordinates..."

It means that the team members sent to dig things must be reliable and must prevent them from being arrested by the enemy after being caught, and they cannot withstand torture and expose others.

"I understand!" Qi Zhenjiang responded heavily.

After Qi Zhenjiang finished sending the telegram, he waited for a long time and received the reply order from Qian Xinmin, the chief of the Nanjing Special Administrative Region of the Military Control Commission, that Ma Chunfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

He picked up all the telegrams and documents on the table, and said to Qi Zhenjiang: "Be careful to keep it confidential... I will go to Banshanlu now to report to the committee. If it is Qian Xinmin, Nanjing or 'our own people', call me immediately to notify me..."

Shinji Hata resigned as commander-in-chief of the Japanese invaders and returned to Japan to take over as the Japanese mainland prime minister. The information on the information that he had to be gathered to report to the Chairman as soon as possible. In addition, whether to assassinate Yamada Yozo, the new commander-in-chief of the Japanese invaders and was not something Ma Chunfeng could do, but must be approved by the Chairman.

"Yes!" Qi Zhenjiang replied.

...

It was the early morning again, and the moon was hidden and the stars were sparse.

From time to time, a breeze blew by, blowing the lake water, slapped the lake shore, making a "rattle" sound.

The three figures kept trampling on the water and swam towards the Jiming Temple.

This is Qian Xinmin, the mayor of Nanjing District of the Military Control Commission, who sent out the number of people to transport according to the quantity of supplies mentioned by Ma Chunfeng.

Ten fast and slow machines, one thousand bullets, fifty grenades, ten kilograms of explosives... Only about one hundred kilograms would be killed, and the three of them could carry them.

Fortunately, Ma Chunfeng reminded Qian Xinmin, warning these things were not hidden by the Military Control Commission, and the possibility of someone setting a trap cannot be ruled out.

Otherwise, Qian Xinmin would definitely come to dig it out with someone in person.

All are good things.

Especially grenades and explosives, they are simply a carb sent from snow.

No matter how much money this is, I can’t get things from Nanjing.

The three action team members, each with a small car tire around their necks, and also had short shovels, steel brazers, ropes and other things on their backs.

When swimming with car tires, Fang Buwei was arranged by Ma Chunfeng to teach the spies during his lecture at the Honggong Temple special training class in Nanjing.

As long as the tire is tied tightly, no matter whether it is watery or not, it can be safely watered.

When necessary, you can sink below the water surface, unscrew the steam nozzle, and sneak for a long time.

All three team members sneaked over from the countryside north of the Beijing-Shanghai Railway after nightfall.

I went around until I was almost at the east end and was about to approach the Taiping Gate before I got down the water.

Even so, these three people were almost five kilometers away from the wanderer, and only got closer to the place where Fang Buwei hid things.

This is also the safest way Qian Xinmin can come up with.

At this time, most of East China was under the control of the Japanese army. The Japanese were not afraid of war in Nanjing in the near future, so they did not send troops or military police to defend the inner and outer city walls.
Chapter completed!