RPAGF Chapter 1113 Infiltrating Identity
Chapter 1113 Infiltrating Identity
A base in the southern district
"Your identity is Yuichi Nakamura, a Japanese major, who is in charge of that area, but not the highest commander. We have tried our best to disguise your appearance, and you are about 80% similar to the real person. Your accent is from Osaka. You have practiced enough. As long as you are not nervous, most people will not be able to tell the difference. As for how to move around after you go in, I don't know."
As Natasha did Li Shaoyi's makeup, she talked about the upcoming tasks. Although Li Shaoyi was already confident, he hadn't done a mission like this on his own for a long time. Using the Commander-in-Chief as a commando leader was probably a first for him.
But then again, you have to look at how much profit this trip could generate. It could deprive hundreds of thousands of people of battlefield supplies and leave tens of thousands without winter clothing in the dead of winter. This is entirely feasible for us. Moreover, after we seize these supplies, we can also help many Nationalist troops. The War of Resistance against Japan is a long-term affair, not something that can be finished in a day or two.
"Alright, alright, this is the third time already. I know exactly what we're going to do. You don't need to tell me a fourth time. Let me have some peace and quiet. Are the people who are supposed to meet me ready?"
Li Shaoyi had absolutely no doubts about taking this action. Because of the system's modifications, his personal strength was roughly equivalent to several ordinary people, and he was also wearing a Japanese military uniform. Under normal circumstances, many people would check his identity, but if things got chaotic inside, those Japanese would probably just salute him.
"The personnel are all in place and have found their weapons and equipment. Those places have been searched by the Japanese many times. How did you manage to send people to transport the weapons and equipment there?"
Natasha said with some surprise, "These weapons and equipment would be fine in ordinary houses, but the problem is that those areas have been occupied by the Japanese. Tanks and armored vehicles aren't ordinary weapons; they need to be driven on roads. Now, let alone roads, even slightly wider dirt roads are full of Japanese."
"The secret cannot be leaked."
Li Shaoyi said mysteriously, after all, this kind of thing is hard to explain. If he insisted on explaining it, he guessed that none of the people present would believe him, so he simply used this sentence to gloss over it.
Anyone who works in intelligence knows that there are certain things your superiors can't say, so don't press them for details; it won't do you any good. Besides, knowing too much isn't always a good thing for anyone.
Around 4 PM that afternoon, Li Shaoyi, already dressed in a Japanese military uniform and carrying a katana, left the stronghold. The military police and regular officers on the street, seeing a major emerge from the building, immediately saluted. Only the first group checked his identification; the rest didn't even glance at it, utterly disbelieving that the officer before them was an imposter.
Of course, this stemmed from the Japanese's overwhelming confidence. They believed that after capturing Huangpu, the will to resist in various places was almost gone, and no one would be so audacious as to impersonate a Japanese officer. Moreover, the officer's accent was something no Chinese person could imitate.
The defenses on the main streets were fairly standard, but the checks to enter the port area were much stricter. Japanese ronin and ordinary Japanese merchants were not allowed in unless they had a permit from the military.
Li Shaoyi didn't need to bother with all that; as the officer in charge of the area, he strode forward. The Japanese soldiers on both sides, seeing their commander approaching, quickly pulled back the barbed wire and stood ramrod straight. For these ordinary soldiers, a major was the highest rank they could hope for.
"Did anything happen last night?"
Li Shaoyi stepped on the car tire, lit a cigarette, and then stopped smoking further ahead. Our investigators had done a thorough job; most of the Japanese officers would have a cigarette there.
Major Nakamura was no exception. The place he had just stayed in was the home of one of his lovers, who was originally a geisha in Japan. Major Nakamura came from a respectable family, and his family would never allow him to live with a geisha. So after occupying Huangpu, he did everything he could to move his old lover from Japan to Huangpu.
The Japanese soldiers present knew what was going on with their superior. After the inspection was relaxed, their superior almost never stayed in the Japanese military camp every night. He would leave around 10 p.m. and return the next day. The military police headquarters also knew about this, but Major Nakamura had connections, so they didn't dare to say much about it.
"Reporting to the Major, nothing happened last night. Another ship of supplies arrived at the South Third Warehouse, mostly artillery and shells, totaling more than 7500 tons. The unloading was completed at 4:00 a.m., and Captain Yonemura was in charge."
The squad leader at the outpost was handpicked by Major Nakamura and was essentially one of his agents. Every time Major Nakamura returned, he would gather information here about what had happened the previous night, so he wouldn't have any miscommunications later. This presented Li Shaoyi with an opportunity.
Major Nakamura nodded, about to toss his cigarette to one of his men, but then quickly put it back, remembering Natasha's warning. Major Nakamura was extremely cautious; he was worried that his men might have been poisoned by his soldiers' blood.
Let alone offering these people cigarettes, even a slightly kind word has never happened.
If you were to casually toss a pack of cigarettes to these soldiers, they might start discussing policy with each other. Has our commander been possessed by a demon? How could he possibly think of offering us cigarettes?
Li Shaoyi snatched another soldier's cap from behind, wiped his own boots on it, and then threw it into the man's arms—a move befitting a disgraced officer like himself.
Others were used to it; they were stuck with a superior who had powerful connections, so even if they wanted to transfer, it wouldn't be easy. They could only endure the superior's oppression.
"Notify the Chinese people to leave the warehouse when there is nothing else to do."
Li Shaoyi pointed to the laborers resting at the warehouse entrance in the distance and said, "It can be considered as saving their lives."