As long as it's not a trap, as long as they can really dig up something, these three people can carry things out safely along the same route.

As long as you get your stuff, the rest is simple.

No matter how bad it is, it can be transported into the city little by little, by means of ants moving.

This time led the team is Zhao Xixian, who is now the head of the transportation group of the Nanjing District of the Military Command, and later, after the arrest and sacrifice of the district head Qian Xinmin and the deputy district head Shang Zhensheng, he also served as the deputy district head for a period of time.

When he arrived at the shore and slowly came out of the water, Zhao Xixian glanced at the prayer lantern in front of the gate of Jiming Temple, and quickly judged the location.

One kilometer to the west of the mountain gate of Jiming Temple, one mile to the east of the North Pole Pavilion...... That's pretty much it.

"Let's go!" Zhao Xixian snorted, waved his hand, bent his waist, and took the lead in leaning under the city wall.

The sound of the wind, the sound of water, and occasionally one or two frog "croaking" sounds, except for that, Zhao Xixian didn't hear any movement.

It seems that there is no trap!

Zhao Xixian was not at ease, and listened for almost ten minutes before he put a little snack.

If there is a trap, there is no difference between the enemy doing it now and waiting for him to dig something out and then do it.

It should be safe.

I was able to dig it!

Walk along the city wall of Xuanwu Lake for one mile...... It shows that the thing is buried on the side of Xuanwu Lake.

It saves a lot of convenience, at least there is no need to worry about being heard by the Japanese military police at the gate of the Drum Tower in case there is some movement.

Zhao Xisheng confessed in a low voice, and the three of them separated, looking for the sycamore tree with white ash brushes that was obviously taller than the tree next to it.

Within a few minutes, one of the team members let out two croaks that mimicked those of frogs.

Got it?

Zhao Xixian was overjoyed and ran over quickly.

The team member was under a plane tree the thickness of an adult's thigh.

Zhao Xixian took a closer look.

That's right!

This row of sycamores, below one meter and five, are all brushed with white ash, and this one, the white ash is higher.

Isn't it twenty centimeters?

This is it.

Zhao Chengxian took his team members and leaned against the root of the city wall where the plane trees were straight.

Dig it!

Zhao Xixian took off the shovel, steel drill and other things on his back.

Just kicked down with a shovel, Zhao Xixian's heart jumped.

The ground under the root of the city wall is backfilled with sand and gravel, and then rammed, how can it be so soft?

When they don't look at it, do they even have steel drills ready?

Zhao Xixian was in ecstasy, and his subordinates moved quickly.

At most, after digging more than ten times, before three minutes had passed, the shovel touched something and made a muffled "pop" sound.

Zhao Xixian touched it with his hand and felt the square and neat shuttle corners......

What is not a box?

After digging for more than ten minutes, the box was completely dug and suspended, and the three of them worked together to carefully lift the box out.

I didn't bring a match, I didn't bring a flashlight, and even if I did, it was soaked in water, and Zhao Xixian touched it with one hand.

Guns, bullets, grenades, explosives......

Haha, get rich!

It took nearly half an hour for the three of them to backfill the pit, cover the floating soil, and deal with the traces as much as possible before going into the water the same way.

The four tires are tied into a cross shape, and the bottom is held tightly with shovels and branches, and it becomes an extremely stable feller.

The box with guns and bullets was tied to the felling, and two people were balanced on the left and right sides, and one person pushed in the back......

……

At six o'clock in the morning, the sky was slightly bright.

Ma Chunfeng was sleeping soundly, and there was a knock on the door outside.

"Bureau, Bureau......"

"Who, are you annoying?" The woman on the bed cried out in dissatisfaction.

The woman's name is Yu Shuheng, and she graduated from the foreign language class of the special training class of the military commander of the Hangzhou Police Academy.

used to be the translation secretary of the headquarters of the Military Command Bureau, which was the position before An Zhirong.

Later, he was transferred by Ma Chunfeng to be a secretary, and then, naturally, he was included in the room......

Ma Chunfeng has been romantic all his life and has had countless encounters, but this woman is the only woman Ma Chunfeng has given a name and is married.

The first one, of course, is meta-matching.

For a period of time, Ma Chunfeng's external code name and pseudonym was called "Yu Long", which means the Yu family's fast son-in-law.

After Hu Die came, this woman went abroad, and used Ma Chunfeng's power to bring the whole family to the United States, and asked Ma Chunfeng to buy him quite a lot of industries......

It can be seen that Ma Chunfeng loves her, and it can also be seen that this woman is powerful.

But a hero is a hero, even if he likes it to the core, when a woman shouldn't speak, he will never let a woman interject.

"Shut up!" Ma Chunfeng slapped him in the face.

Yu Shuheng covered her cheeks, tears swirling in her eyes, but she didn't dare to cry.

Ma Chunfeng knew that it was Qi Zhenjiang's voice when he heard it.

If it weren't for the urgent military situation, Qi Zhenjiang would not have come to him at this time.

"It's covered!" Ma Chunfeng scolded, got out of bed quickly, just put on a shirt, and ran to open the door.

Qi Zhenjiang naturally had eyes and knew whether he should go in or not.

Ma Chunfeng solemnly told him that as long as there was a telegram about "his own people", no matter when, he must report to him as soon as possible.

Qi Zhenjiang just handed the folder in his hand to Ma Chunfeng: "Please take a look at the bureau, please take a look......

Ma Chunfeng glanced at it, and a touch of joy rose to his eyebrows:

What did the "own people" promise in the message, but there was a lot?

It's amazing, how did you do it, and when did you hide it?

That's not the point.

The point is that these days, Ma Chunfeng has noticed a hint of "responding to requests" from a series of actions of "his own people".

The Japanese really want to be able to spend such a lot of money to direct and act by themselves, and Ma Chunfeng also recognized it.

Of course, the precautions should be prepared.

Ma Chunfeng groaned for a while, leaned into Qi Zhenjiang's ear and said, "In my name, thank him, if there is anything we need to do, please ask him to speak......"

"Understood!" Qi Zhenjiang replied heavily.

Seeing that Ma Chunfeng didn't mean to explain anything, Qi Zhenjiang took the folder and went downstairs.

Ma Chunfeng closed the door and stood in front of the window, looking at the red glow in the east.

I don't know what kind of surprise this "own person" can give himself......

There are naturally surprises, it depends on whether Ma Chunfeng dares to ask for it.

Similar to this kind of material hiding point under the city wall of Xuanwu Lake, just in Nanjing, Fang Buwei prepared nearly a hundred.

All of them were secretly buried in the two months when he was sent to Nanjing to recuperate from his injuries, and he sent people from the Four Seas Trading House to bury them secretly.

In addition to weapons and ammunition, there were several radio stations.

Fang Buwei was originally prepared, and personally returned to Nanjing to do a few things.

Now it seems that there is no time for the time being.

The top priority at the moment is to cooperate with Nakamura and Akagi to smooth out the "viper story" first.

Fang Buwei couldn't wait any longer.