Another 5K one. This is just the first update of the day. Everyone's flowers! ）

Xiang Xiaoqiang fell asleep in a daze, and vaguely heard someone talking softly. He quietly opened his eyes and saw a stomachache and a snail tinkering with something there.

He pushed away the big stinking quilt and sat up at once.

"Ah, Captain," the snail said, turning his face and whispering to this side, "to wake you up?" You sleep a little longer! ”

"What time is it?"

"Eleven o'clock, receiving a telegram from home."

Well, it's already eleven o'clock at noon. In the early hours of the morning, the contact time agreed with the East Factory arrived.

He didn't sleep anymore, so he got out of bed with his shoes on his hands and feet, leaned over and whispered:

"How?"

"Shh......h

The snail's index finger rested on his lips and pointed at Zhuo Buqun. Stomach ache and full concentration sat there, holding headphones in one hand and pencil in the other, jotting down something quickly on a piece of paper.

After a few moments, he closed the telegraph, covered the box, took out the codebook, flipped to the key requested in the telegram, and translated the message word by word with a pencil according to the cipher table. After a while, he looked up and said:

"Captain, let's go here at noon to eat, look for the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper is called this, and the code is this."

Xiang Xiaoqiang took the paper and looked at it, nodded, and handed it back to him:

"Memorize the code and get rid of the paper."

The two of them, with a stomachache and a snail, stared at the piece of paper for a moment, recited it silently twice, and then tore the piece of paper in half, half for each person, filled it into their mouths and chewed and swallowed.

Xiang Xiaoqiang discussed with them for a while and decided on a plan of action.

At this time, the remaining team members woke up one after another. Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled:

"How's it going, you've slept enough?"

"Sleep enough, sleep enough!"

"Just squint for a while!"

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled:

"If you don't get enough sleep, you can continue to sleep, and it won't get in the way. Try not to go out, and ask the shopkeeper to bring lunch later. Brothers, you can pick up the good points, because we are both going to the city to eat, so don't lose your mouth here. ”

The snail asked:

"Why, Captain, are you going into the city?"

"Well, let's get in touch with the city. I'll go with Ziteng. You are here with your brethren. ”

As an agent of the East Factory Operations Department, he has a good stomach, and the box gun is better than the commando veterans here. Because the assault team mainly used submachine guns, and this time they could only bring box guns when they entered the city, it was most appropriate for him to follow.

When the snail heard Xiang Xiaoqiang's arrangement, he nodded, didn't say anything, and knew that his uncle regarded him as his most confidant, so he left him with the whole team.

In fact, Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't choose the wrong person, the snail is the right-hand man of Qiu Laohu in the head of the Heaven and Earth Society, and there are still two brothers with him.

Xiang Xiaoqiang instructed again according to the results of the discussion with them just now:

"Everyone took off their military coats, packed their bags, and took out their civilian clothes and put them on the outside. From now on, we will be in plainclothes sticky sticks, flying from Beijing to carry out secret missions. This allows you to crush them even if you hit the local sticky rod. Now the matter of the queen's landline, Beijing must already know. If you really don't know each other, everyone remember, that's what we're here for. They don't dare to ask, you know? ”

"Got it!"

"Good!"

Xiang Xiaoqiang and the two of them took out three cotton gowns from their backpacks and put them on the outside of their military uniforms, each of them inserted two twenty-shot box guns and a Luger, put on top hats, sunglasses, checked the documents at the sticky rod, made sure that they were invulnerable, and went out.

……

Although Xuzhou is a 6,000-year-old city and a strategic location, compared with cities like Beijing, Xi'an and Nanjing, the city wall is still not high, that is, the appearance of ** meters, and there is a gatehouse on the city gate, which looks more majestic.

There was a large crowd of people around the gate of the city, three layers inside and three layers outside, all looking up at something.

The three of them couldn't see clearly in the distance, as if there were a few soldiers standing on the city gate, handing something down. In the streets and alleys outside the city, a few children ran towards it, shouting and screaming, as if they were excited. In front of a house on the side of the street stood a woman, dressed in a cotton jacket, drinking porridge and shouting at a running boy:

"Little bald man, you give me back your death! Your grandmother is X, you little dead child look at what! Come back! Do you hear that? I'll go back and hang you up too! ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang became more and more curious, sped up his ride, and wanted to come and see what was going on. The stomach ache was already roughly premonition, and the face changed color, and the addition followed.

When he arrived at the foot of the city wall, Xiang Xiaoqiang suddenly pinched the car brake and stared at the city wall, his face turned pale instantly.

……

There were five wooden cages hanging from the walls, each containing a human head, still dripping sticky black blood slowly. On the city tower, several soldiers were still holding the head cage and hanging it one after another.

The heads of the people in the wooden cages were sallow, like dried apples, with half-open eyes, and some had half-open lips and bared teeth. The wooden cages hung there, some of them were still spinning, and when they turned around, they could see that the back of the human head was a large piece of flesh and blood, and two people's heads had even half of their skulls removed.

Xiang Xiaoqiang's stomach suddenly tumbled violently, and he was about to bend over and vomit, and his stomach hurt and warned softly behind him:

"Hold on, sir! Not here! ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded, bit his lip tightly, and endured to prop himself on the car, moved his legs softly, and got into the inconspicuous alley on the side of the road, bending over and vomiting violently.

I vomited a few times, and finally my stomach was empty, only sour water remained, and I felt like I was about to vomit my stomach. He staggered to his feet, his stomach aching and he quickly handed over the handkerchief.

Xiang Xiaoqiang wiped while looking at the adults and children watching outside, pointing and discussing, some of his faces were excited, some were unbearable, some were indifferent, anyway, no one reacted as violently as him.

He leaned against the wall, sighed, and asked:

"What's going on?"

"Wait a minute, sir," said the stomachache, "and go down and look at the notice." ”

After a while, he returned, his face was pale, he bit his lip, and said for a long time:

"Nanming is a spy...... Just after the shooting, cut off the head to show the public...... Two people are two places......"

"Nan Ming's spy ......" Xiang Xiaoqiang muttered, closing his eyes.

He sighed and asked:

"What about the rest?"

"I don't know."

"Didn't you read the posting?"

"The notice only says 'Nanming spies'. Those two people ......" closed his eyes with a stomachache, and his voice trembled slightly, "Those two people...... I'm watching...... You can only recognize the ...... by looking at the head"

"Oh, look at the head......"

The two of them leaned against the wall, breathing steadily for a moment. Then ask Xiaoqiang about the stomachache:

"What do you think of my face, is it normal?"

"Well, almost. Captain, what do you think of me? ”

"It's normal."

Xiang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and said:

"Alright, let's go into town. Things have to be done. ”

……

The soldiers standing guard at the gate of the city were not like Xiang Xiaoqiang imagined, checking pedestrians, rummaging through luggage, taking sheep by the hand, and flirting with the big girl and daughter-in-law, but simply moved two small stools, made a small table, sat there and threw poker, and ignored the pedestrians who came in and out behind him.

Of course, they still looked up at these two bell-wagging and rampage bikes. There weren't many bicycles these days, and the bikers weren't usually ordinary people.

At this time, there are still many people wearing long shirts and top hats, but those who ride bicycles and wear sunglasses are scary. The two GIs probably guessed something, and subconsciously moved the stool to the side of the road, although it couldn't stop anyone at all.

That's the beauty of their outfit. Topper kaftans are common and not as noticeable as military uniforms, but simple sunglasses and bicycles show that they are not easy to mess with, have a background, and can block a lot of trouble. When necessary, there is also a "Pais" at the sticky rod in the waist.

After entering the city, Xiang Xiaoqiang slowed down, rode side by side with a stomachache, and asked in a low voice:

"Why are they so tight on the bridge and so loose here?"

Stomach ache replied:

"Captain......

"Ahem, from now on, change the name on the certificate."

"Yes, Tong...... Lord Tong. ”

"Well," Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled, "Say it, Fuhai." ”

Because they are officers at the sticky pole department, the identities on their documents are all flag men.

Xiang Xiaoqiang's surname is Tong Jia, called Dechang, and his Han name is Tong Dechang, inlaid with yellow flags, with the rank of captain of the General Administration of the Beijing Sticky Pole Department, as well as the title, and the third-class light car captain.

The stomach ache is full of surnames Ma Jia, called Fuhai, Han name is Ma Fuhai, inlaid with yellow flags, and has the rank of lieutenant of the Beijing General Administration.

Stomachache says:

"Lord Tong, this is not strange, I ...... the Qing Dynasty"

As he spoke, he peeked at Xiang Xiaoqiang's reaction to the sentence "I am clear".

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled slightly, no objection. Now it has entered the hinterland of the Qing Dynasty, and it is a city, and it is necessary to change the flaws in the language habits. Otherwise, the details will kill you.

Seeing that he was so perceptive, he also smiled and continued:

"Lord Tong, my Qing officers and soldiers have set up checkpoints on major roads to inspect the people who have fled south, but they are not so strict everywhere. The place that is really strictly inspected is the kind of road that must be passed after leaving the city, like the bridge we crossed at night. Besides, those who have passed from there are generally far away, and there are coils on their bodies, and they are easy to knock on the bamboo poles. As for the city gate, there are too many people coming in and out every day, and they can't be checked, and if they were checked one by one, the city gate would have been blocked a long time ago. Besides, this is a city, and anyone who looks inconspicuous has a background, and they can go to the sky in all directions. Big-headed soldiers like them can also save trouble. ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded, and observed the current Xuzhou City while riding. This is his hometown.

Alas, it doesn't look very good, everywhere is gray, more regular than outside the city, the road is narrower, and at most two cars are driven side by side. Asphalt pavement, don't want dirt roads outside the city. But the asphalt roads are also potholes, and some of the big potholes are still waterlogged and covered with thin ice.

On both sides are mainly low-rise buildings, one or two storeys, mostly old houses of blue brick, with the occasional cement Western-style building.

……

There is no such thriving scene as the streets of Nanjing, no trams, no luxury classic cars, not even rickshaws. There are no department stores, not even big billboards.

The pedestrians on the street are almost all gray and black cotton jackets, hunched over their waists, and walk slowly. On the streets of Nanjing, beggars are almost dressed like this. But here, it's ordinary citizens who wear like this.

Occasionally, a rickshaw ran by, and the people sitting on it were either wearing silk and satin, fox armpit and mink fur, or suits and leather shoes, and military swords. In short, they are all freshly dressed and angry horses.

……

On the narrow road, a small car drove by, rolling up a puff of dust, and there were two soldiers with guns on their backs standing on the pedals.

In addition to a very small number of high-ranking officials and nobles, they are a wide range of poor people. There are no large number of middle-class citizens on the streets of Nanjing.

From time to time, a mule cart "croaked" past, pulling a load of coal, and the coal blacks shrunk in the big black cotton jacket, waving the whip to "drive" and drove, sprinkling cinders and livestock dung and eggs all the way.

Sewage. Dust. Litter. Gray, everything is gray.

……

Hubu Mountain, is a small hill in the south of Xuzhou City, when Xiang Yu set the capital Pengcheng, once built on the top of the mountain with the parade with the "Horse Stage", and became the first victory in Xuzhou. In 1624, the Xuzhou Household Department moved to Hubu Mountain to avoid flooding. Hubu Mountain because of its proximity to the city, the rich and powerful eunuch families and the rich and wealthy families have come one after another, and it has become a place where the rich families rush to live, and for a long time, living in the Hubu Mountain has become a symbol of wealth and status, so there is a saying that "the poor North Pass, the rich South Pass, the rich people live in the Bu Mountain". Xuzhou's Hubu Mountain and Ximatai are equivalent to Nanjing's Shili Qinhuai and Confucius Temple.

When I arrived in the area of Hubu Mountain, I saw some prosperous scenes, and there were some restaurants and teahouses. There are also more cars parked on the side of the road.

The restaurant they are looking for is in the front street of Hubu Mountain, called "Tianyun Building", although it is called "Lou", but it is only two floors, not very big, in the middle of the restaurant teahouse lined with trees on this street, it is not very eye-catching.

The restaurant is not big, and the guise is not small. There are four banners hung at the door: arranged banquets, north-south dishes, casual light meals, and timely shoppers.

The two parked the car at the door, took off their sunglasses, pointed to the little man squatting at the door peeling garlic, and instructed:

"Don't lock it, look at it."

The young man looked at their appearance and hurriedly replied:

"Don't worry, sir, I promise you can't lose it!"

The guy in the lobby greeted him happily, put on a handkerchief, and let people in:

"Hehe, two, do you want to eat stir-fry or private banquet? What's the matter, upstairs private room? ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang grinned and replied in his native dialect:

"Get a private room, and my brother will drink two cups."

He then leaned back to the counter:

"That's your boss, right?"

"That's right, it is!"

"What's the boss's last name?"

"Hehe, my boss's surname is Sun!"

"Oh, hehe......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded, glanced at Boss Sun again, and made sure that it was right, so he went upstairs with his buddy to order food in the private room.

Called a few local dishes from Xuzhou. Xiang Xiaoqiang took care of the stomachache is a southerner, and ordered to put less chili peppers. As a result, when I ate it, I still had a spicy stomachache haha.

Xiang Xiaoqiang ate deliciously, he hadn't eaten his hometown food for a long time, and he almost threw the matter of the joint aside, as if the main task of coming today was to eat.

"Team...... No, Master Tong," grinned with a stomachache, "Didn't you order to put less chili peppers?" Why are you still so ......?"

Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at his poor southern lewd, and laughed:

"It's enough to put it in, do you think it's still spicy? Let's eat, there is a local saying: 'If you can eat spicy, you can be at home'. ”

With a stomachache and a bitter face, he said:

"Alas, so you're the captain, and in front of our whole team, of course you can eat spicy food. I'm a brother to you, and I can't be in charge of your house, and of course I can't eat spicy food without you! ”

Regardless of whether this sentence is flattery or self-deprecation, anyway, Xiang Xiaoqiang listened to it as flattery, which is beautiful.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, he took out his pocket watch and looked at it to Xiaoqiang and said:

"Almost."

Nodding with a stomachache, he put down his chopsticks to wipe his mouth, checked the bullets, and went down to the joint.

Came downstairs with a stomachache, avoided the lobby guy, pretended to be half-drunk, pushed it on the counter, and snorted wine:

"Boss, Mao...... Where is the room? ”

The shopkeeper glanced at him faintly and pointed back.

After a while, my stomach hurt and I leaned back on the counter drunkenly:

"The shopkeeper's ...... What's your surname? ”

"Don't be surnamed Sun."

"Hehe, Sun ...... Shopkeeper Sun, don't you recognize him? ”

The shopkeeper frowned and looked at him twice:

"Forgive me for being clumsy."

"Hehe," the stomachache casually glanced to the sides, and whispered, "Sun ...... Boss Sun also went to my Shaodong's cabinet last month to take care of the business! Hehe, the payment is still a little short, today I asked the owner to take care of the shopkeeper's business, by the way, see if the shopkeeper's hand is generous. ”

Shopkeeper Sun flashed a trace of surprise, looked at him twice, and asked in a low voice:

"Dare to ask what your treasure name is......"

With a stomachache, he quickly glanced left and right, and whispered word by word:

"Hong ...... Remember...... Big...... Medicine...... Room ......"

Boss Sun's face changed suddenly, and he subconsciously glanced at the door, steady, and asked in a dry voice:

"Dare to ask...... What is the goods that Xiao Lao took under the Guibao on credit? ”

"Hehe, medicine, not much, just two flavors......"

"Dare to ask which two flavors are ......"

My stomach hurt and peeked left and right, and I lowered my voice again:

"Cinnabar, alum!"

(The old cat has always wanted a ticket, and now during the closure period, let's smash more flowers!) ）