Chapter 92 You can rest assured
"It's not that I'm short of money, it's that I want to save more."
The wind outside sounds strange; it looks like the weather is about to change.
He Daqing frowned, his expression grave.
"It should be fine. I'll ask the shopkeeper today."
How many do you want?
He Yuzhu asked directly.
"The more the better, of course."
Especially grain, the more the better.
He Daqing's eyes gleamed with shrewdness.
He Yuzhu secretly admired He Daqing's political acumen.
It's only the beginning of April, but the weather in Beiping is indeed about to change.
Once those "bald party" members entered the city,
Ordinary people's lives may not be better than they are now, and may even be more difficult.
The only difference might be that back then, if you had money, you could probably buy fine grains and meat.
But now, even money can't necessarily buy a sense of security.
As for the price...
At first, it might be possible to negotiate.
Once the situation completely descends into chaos,
He Yuzhu could only respond with an awkward but polite "hehe".
"Okay, I'll go ask right away."
"Are we financially well-off at home?"
"Don't end up wanting something but not being able to afford it."
He Yuzhu spoke again to confirm.
"You don't need to worry about money at all."
"Just go and find out if they have it in stock; the price is negotiable."
He Daqing patted his chest heavily, his tone extremely confident.
His eyes also revealed an excited urge to "make money".
He Yuzhu knew perfectly well that the man had an undisguised desire for dollars and gold.
It's clear that his father wasn't just stockpiling supplies for his own family to get through the winter.
They were even plotting to resell the goods and make a fortune.
After quickly finishing breakfast, He Daqing rushed off to Fengzeyuan.
It is said that a very important guest will be visiting the store at noon today.
After He Daqing left, He Yuzhu also said that he had to go out for a while.
Chen Shuxiang looked at him, her face full of doubt, and asked:
"What are you going out to do again? Didn't you just go out yesterday?"
As He Yuzhu straightened his clothes, he slowly began to speak:
"Dad told me to go and ask if we can buy some more things."
He said the situation outside was about to collapse.
"Your father mentioned this to me a long time ago, so I know what I'm talking about."
"Your skills are quite good, but you still need to be more careful when you're out there."
While attending to her work, Chen Shuxiang repeatedly gave her instructions.
"I plan to go through the east side of the courtyard."
"You'll have to cover for me today."
He Yuzhu had already planned his escape route in his mind.
The matter I need to attend to today is extraordinary, and going through the main gate would be too conspicuous with so many people and eyes.
Although I'm not afraid of others suspecting that I did it.
But once questioned, they will inevitably get into a lot of trouble.
"Don't worry."
"I will also give Da Mao some serious instructions."
Chen Shuxiang readily agreed.
He Yuzhu strolled leisurely to the east courtyard.
After looking around and confirming that there was no one in sight,
He then set up a ladder and nimbly climbed up the wall.
He stood on the wall and carefully observed the situation outside.
Seeing that there was no unusual movement outside, he climbed down the ladder from the wall.
He first strolled slowly out of the alley.
He immediately quickened his pace and headed straight towards the south of the city.
He knew very well that if he arrived late...
They might actually impose martial law over there.
There were indeed many more Japanese soldiers patrolling the road.
Moreover, the closer to the south gate, the more tightly the troop deployment became.
He Yuzhu deliberately chose to travel through those sparsely populated and secluded alleys.
If you encounter a high wall blocking your way, just climb over it.
This whole ordeal took him twice as long as yesterday.
They finally arrived at the City God Temple.
He took out his pocket watch and saw that the hands were pointing steadily at 8:30.
He raised his binoculars and carefully observed the activity at the city gate.
Then they walked around the entire dilapidated temple.
After confirming that there were no suspicious persons in the vicinity.
He crouched low and quickly slipped into the ruins.
The collapsed houses and ruins provided him with excellent cover.
He was like a seasoned sniper.
Using the rubble and broken walls, they perfectly concealed themselves.
During that time, several groups of Japanese soldiers actually came to search the ruins.
On two occasions, the tip of the bayonet nearly pierced the spot where he was hiding.
At that moment, he really wanted to immediately attack.
Let's take care of those Japanese devils.
But considering the importance of this mission, I must not act impulsively.
He forcibly suppressed the murderous intent surging in his heart and gritted his teeth to endure it.
After the Japanese soldiers left, He Yuzhu stared intently at his pocket watch.
He waited until 9:45 before slowly peeking out from his hiding place.
He looked around and, after confirming that there were no Japanese soldiers around, he...
He immediately looked toward the city gate.
The garrison there is three or four times larger than before.
There were also quite a few motorcycles and military vehicles parked there.
Those few "wild chicken neck" heavy machine guns were conspicuously set up.
He Yuzhu began carefully digging firing holes in the dilapidated wall.
Three were dug in total; two were used to mount artillery, and one was reserved for a machine gun.
Immediately afterwards, he dragged out the two anti-tank guns and the heavy machine gun that he had hidden beforehand.
He quickly and carefully checked the equipment and calibrated the artillery parameters.
The shells were loaded directly into the chamber and completed.
The machine gun was securely mounted on the tripod, and the heavy drum magazine was firmly locked in place.
After everything was ready, he picked up the 98K sniper rifle with a swift and decisive motion.
Through the cold scope, his gaze was fixed on the city gate.
Because the red dot guiding the target is getting closer and closer.
As it came into view, it gradually grew larger, and its outline became clearer and clearer.
About fifteen minutes later, the Japanese soldiers at the city gate began to line up and assemble, their footsteps sounding perfectly synchronized.
Ten minutes later, a loud and piercing command rang out.
The Japanese soldiers all raised their hands and saluted respectfully.
Immediately afterwards, several black sedans slowly drove into the city gate, their engines making a low, suppressed sound.
He Yuzhu steadily aimed the crosshair at the car corresponding to the red dot.
Through the lens, a middle-aged Japanese officer with a long face, slightly prominent cheekbones, and a strong jawline came into view.
The man was wearing glasses and looked refined, but he exuded a sinister aura.
If the intelligence is correct, this person is indeed the target he is hunting down on this trip—Taniguchi Gozo.
The curtains on the car windows hadn't been fully drawn yet.
Clearly, he was responding to the salute from his men at the city gate.
Until the car was about to enter the anti-tank gun's preset firing range.
He Yuzhu took a deep breath, steadied himself, and steadily pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A crisp gunshot pierced the air.
A blinding burst of blood suddenly appeared in the scope.
The officer collapsed inside the car and remained motionless.
He Yuzhu quickly holstered his gun and turned around, heading straight for the artillery position like a cheetah.
Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively opened fire.
"Boom! Boom!"
Two earth-shattering explosions rang out in succession.
The car that was targeted was instantly overturned and burst into flames, billowing black smoke.
He casually put away the anti-tank gun and quickly crawled to the machine gun position.
He shoved the already loaded drum magazine into the chamber with a "click" and pulled the trigger again.
He emptied all the bullets from the drum magazine in one go, the muzzle spitting fire.
Gunfire erupted, and the Japanese soldiers finally reacted.
The convoy braked suddenly, and the surrounding guards quickly surrounded them.
They desperately protected a few key vehicles, and their formation was thrown into chaos for a time.
Immediately afterwards, groups of Japanese soldiers, guns at their ready, rushed madly toward the direction from which the gunshot rang out.
They never expected that, in addition to sniper rifles, there were also cannons hidden here.
And the distance was terrifyingly close.
The Japanese soldier at the forefront was blown in half by two shells.
The death was gruesome, with limbs torn apart.
Upon seeing this, the Japanese soldiers charging behind them panicked and lay down on the ground.
Only a few desperate individuals are still stubbornly crawling forward.
He Yuzhu set up a machine gun and opened fire wildly.
He had already seen several groups of Japanese soldiers carrying small cannons, frantically searching for firing positions.
Fortunately, the grenade launcher had a limited range; otherwise, he would probably have been hit by a shell by now.
Even so, enemy bullets continued to rain down on the walls.
Although the Japanese guns had small calibers, their range was quite good.
The bullets from the "pheasant neck" and the Type 38 rifle clashed against the brick wall with a "crackling" sound.
Debris flew everywhere, creating a very dangerous scene.
The sound of bullets whistling overhead could be heard.
The density was so high that it made my scalp tingle, as if countless fine needles were piercing my ears.
The first drum magazine was specifically designed by He Yuzhu to deal with the communications soldiers and mobile units on motorcycles.
In a matter of moments, all the motorcycles were overturned and burst into flames.
After switching to the second drum magazine, he began to focus on dealing with the Japanese soldiers who were trying to set up grenade launchers.
"Put-put-put, put-put-put—"
"Rip rip rip—"
The MG42 machine gun truly lived up to its nickname, "the cloth-tearing machine."
The metallic scraping sound was so grating it almost tore my eardrums apart.
The Japanese soldiers were beaten so badly they cried out for their parents, and their corpses lay scattered all over the ground.
By the time the fourth drumstick was fired, some Japanese soldiers had advanced to within 100 meters.
Bullets seeped in through the gaps in the gun barrel, posing a direct threat to his safety.
He Yuzhu decisively put away his gun, turned around and quickly retreated.
They hadn't run far when a violent explosion came from behind them.
The ruins of the City God Temple were completely covered by the Japanese artillery fire, with smoke and dust billowing into the sky.
He turned into a secluded alley and slipped into his personal space.
He plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.
"That was so exciting..."
This fierce battle has eliminated at least a hundred enemies.
They also eliminated one of the enemy commanders along the way, completing the mission perfectly.
He tilted his head back and gulped down several mouthfuls of sweet, clear spring water, the icy liquid sliding down his throat.
Only then did I catch my breath a little, and my tense nerves slowly relaxed.
Subconsciously, he wanted to see what was happening outside.
Do we really have to stay in that space for a full twenty-four hours?
Wouldn't his parents be frantic with worry?