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Chapter 1721, Fourteen salutes(4/5)

But the radar map was marked, so I brought people to check it out. It was amazing.

There are several renovated warehouses here, all with weapons and ammunition.

Horse four-ring rifle, Czech light machine gun...

The weapons are marked by the Northeast Army.

Obviously, it was transported by the Japanese invaders from the three eastern provinces.

It is very likely that it was a puppet army planned to be assigned to traitor Wang.

"Old Mo!"

"arrive!"

"I've given it all to you!"

"yes!"

Old Mo was overjoyed and then he was worried secretly.

With his current strength, there is no way to move so many weapons and ammunition.

But it must be moved away. It is impossible to leave it to the Japanese invaders.

Hurry up and shake people.

Zhang Yong continued to wander around the city with his people.

Find money.

Find weapons.

On the radar map, Tian Qingyuan appears.

So he acted silently and blocked the other party in an alley.

"It's really you!"

Tian Qingyuan's face turned blue and white.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yong really came back. This guy broke into Jinling.

"I'm here to collect protection fees."

Zhang Yong said with a smile. He did not hide his identity.

There is no need. The Japanese invaders know better and better slap in the face.

Didn’t I say that Zhang Yong is already dead?

I appeared again.

Haha, come and hit me!

I appeared again.

"I, I, I..."

Tian Qingyuan hesitated and wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhang Yong squinted his eyes. Then he grabbed the other party and threw it on the ground.

Before the person could completely land, Tian Qingyuan was already screaming.

"I'll give it!"

"I'll give it!"

Zhang Yongcai let go of his hand at the last moment.

Tian Qingyuan's body fell to the ground like a scattered catkins and almost fainted on the spot.

But he woke up soon after, but was kicked by Zhang Yong.

I asked you to give me money. I'm talking nonsense.

"I'll give it to."

"I'll give it to."

Tian Qingyuan asked someone to bring the money in disappointment.

Zhang Yong calculated with a concise and concise calculation.

It has been exactly two years since the fall of Jinling. It has been arrears of 27 months in total.

Late payment fee...

Compound interest calculation...

"Two hundred thousand."

"Give."

Tian Qingyuan paid the money obediently.

If you are not good, you will be beaten. He is not stupid.

"good!"

Only then did Zhang Yong let the other party go with satisfaction.

Keep busy.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Take people to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.

The Italian artillery array was arranged and the artillery was in place.

The guard of honor is in place.

"preparation!"

"put!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Start firing.

There are a total of 24 cannons, each of which fires 14 times.

Why is it the 14th ring? Because it was the fourteenth year of the War of Resistance Against Japan! Just treat it as celebrating victory in advance.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of cannons was shocking.

Zhang Yong paid a visit to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum alone.

From the bottom of the ladder, step by step, go up and go to the side.

No one else.

Zhou Chong and Chen Enduo are both commanding the battle.

Chen Gongshu was busy dealing with traitors. He could not show up in public either.

Lonely.

A lonely man.

A little desolate.

Fortunately, there is a rumbling sound of cannons that set off the atmosphere.

"Come!"

"arrive!"

"Invent the code telegram. According to the metaphor of the commission, he was visiting the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum and fired fourteen cannons. The signature was Zhang Yong."

"yes!"

The staff officer sent the telegram soon.

Then……

I received a lot of explicit callbacks.

Mars are coming out of several staff members' feet running back and forth.

"The fifth war zone sent a congratulatory message!"

"The ninth war zone sent a congratulatory message!"

“The Fourth War Zone…”

That's right! The atmosphere is getting started.
To be continued...
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