Chapter 229: Night Gunfight
“.” Cao Weida said with an unusually confident expression and a firm tone:
“Think about it, the Communist Party is so shrewd. With us as their long-term and stable customer, how could they foolishly kill the goose that lays the golden eggs?”
“If they break their word, they can get at most a one-time supply, but if we can cooperate continuously, that would provide them with a steady stream of supplies.”
“A full meal every time.” Cao Weida looked at Ono Shiota, smiling as he said:
“I think, any smart person would know how to choose, right?”
“With these two points as guarantees, what do you think the Communist Party will choose?”
“Yōshi, yōshi! Cao Sang, you’ve successfully convinced me!” Ono Shiota’s eyes lit up, yōshi nonstop in his mouth, clearly convinced by Cao Weida’s words.
After all, putting himself in the little devil’s shoes, if he were in their position, he would make the same choice he thought best.
Besides, even if it really got robbed, it wouldn’t be their loss—the loss would be the Empire’s, what does it have to do with him, Ono Shiota.
And once it succeeded, it would all be their own money!
“Cao Sang, I have to say, this idea of yours is so good—why didn’t you say it earlier? It should absolutely be said!”
“Sorry, I judged a gentleman with a petty man’s heart. Ono-kun, you’re an open-minded officer; it was my overthinking.”
Cao Weida smiled and agreed, laughing wildly in his heart uncontrollably.
Damn it, this damn Ono Shiota really can’t pull himself out of the money pit.
He completely ignores all the aspects involved behind this transaction!
Originally thought this little devil Ono Shiota would have some concerns, but unexpectedly he agreed so eagerly!
Simply… tsk tsk!
I’m freaking awesome!
You know, this idea of his serves several purposes—truly killing three birds with one stone!
First, it can provide grain to the guerrilla team, reducing many of their worries and letting the guerrilla heroes suffer less hunger.
Although Cao Weida had sold quite a bit of supplies through Ruixin General Store, grain didn’t account for a large proportion.
After all, compared to other supplies, the little devils, who were constantly fighting the Chinese Army, valued grain and weapons and ammunition the most.
Therefore, these two types of supplies were the hardest to obtain in large quantities, and very few were transported to the anti-Japanese base areas.
Moreover, only a small portion of this batch of supplies went to the guerrilla team; most were transported to the rear and then distributed uniformly.
The guerrilla team was still poor when it came to food.
With the boost of Cao Weida’s rotten idea, the guerrilla team’s diet would see great improvement in terms of grain.
Second, it can provide some affordable help to the people of Beiping.
Of course, once the grain is brought in, the price won’t be too cheap, and many still won’t be able to afford or buy it.
But don’t forget, the little devils’ grain isn’t the pig feed that Beiping people eat—it’s proper grain!
With this grain, whoever has a bit of money, who would still want to eat that pig feed like mixed grain?
This way, it can divert the purchasing direction of some people; fewer buyers mean the price of that mixed grain will naturally drop, allowing poor people to buy more grain.
This will surely greatly reduce the hunger index among Beiping’s poor people.
As for the third, it’s also to contribute to the war of resistance on the front lines.
Little devils are human too, and humans need to eat.
There’s only so much grain; one less batch means the devils on the front lines eat one less bite, have one less bit of strength.
For the soldiers fighting the little devils’ troops, isn’t this a kind of indirect support?
“Yōshi, Cao Sang, no need to hesitate next time. If there’s another great money-making idea like this, just say it right away, whether it works or not, say it first.”
Cao Weida probed: “Then can I add a few more points?”
“Oh? Tell me more!”
“Ono-kun, here’s what I’m thinking: since we can do this with grain, then for other supplies…”
“You mean…”
Mm-hmm, good, good, Ono-kun, you’re already thinking ahead!
In the afternoon, Cao Weida followed the vehicles outside the city and executed the ‘bandit collaborators’ by shooting.
After shooting two ‘bandits,’ Cao Weida looked at the seven or eight corpses laid out on the ground, feeling lost.
Sigh, the KPI performance that could have lasted a month or so was now exhausted in less than half a month.
The main reason was that during this time, the little devils got anxious, thinking two executions a day wasn’t intimidating enough, so they changed it to five to eight per day.
This naturally increased the consumption speed invisibly.
At night, lying in bed, Cao Weida felt lost, holding Mohe’s delicate body, his hands wandering aimlessly.
Ever since having stable KPIs, except for a few necessary cases, he had slept soundly for many days.
Every night after dinner, he would hold his little wife’s soft body and strive hard, then sleep straight through to dawn—how wonderful.
He was somewhat reluctant to leave such carefree days.
But such pleasant days ended at dawn; afterward, he’d have to work hard at night again.
Mohe, stirred awake in her sleep, squeezed her lubricated body into his arms and said coquettishly: “Master, why aren’t you asleep yet?”
“I’m not sleepy yet; you sleep.” Seeing her awake, Cao Weida pulled back his thoughts, and his movements became even more intense.
Mohe, who was originally full of sleepiness, had no drowsiness left after this,
biting her teeth and pouting: “Master~~”
Humming with spring in her eyes, yet extremely cooperative as she stretched out her body.
Just as Cao Weida was about to mount, a burst of dense gunfire rang out.
“Ah~~” Mohe jumped in fright and hurriedly wrapped her arms around Master.
“Don’t be scared; it’s still some distance from us.” Cao Weida comforted her, but his mind was on the gunfire.
Guns sound different from each other; from the sound, most seemed to be Japanese rifles, with a few American submachine guns.
Huh?
The little devils have quite a few light machine guns!
Boom boom boom~~
Whoa, this is bad—they’re even using hand grenades!
And quite a few!
“Looks like Kuomintang special agents were discovered and got into a gunfight with the little devils.”
His ears twitched; the Underground Party doesn’t have American submachine guns, especially not in Beiping City.
“If I remember correctly, among those who attacked Tokyo Hotel, someone used this kind of submachine gun.”
“And that time, Xu Jin’ge also participated in the action.”
He secretly speculated: after Wu Jingzhong and the others completed their mission, personnel withdrawal was no problem, but they couldn’t take guns and ammunition too.
He had supported those people with quite a few Japanese equipments; once Wu Jingzhong and others left, those equipments would definitely be left to local special agents.
Combining this with Xu Jin’ge’s earlier statements…
“This is the Military Statistics Bureau screening for traitors!”
Reaching this conclusion, Cao Weida immediately stopped panicking—as long as Xu Jin’ge was safe.
He had no intention of going up to join the fun at this time; sharpening his spear in his own room was more comfortable.
“Mm-hmm~~ Master~~ outside…”
“Shh~~ Focus, don’t worry, it won’t reach us here.”
None of my business, no need to worry—head down and work hard.
Mohe bit her red lips with her white teeth, silently enduring Master’s pounding; since Master said so, she naturally wasn’t worried.
The next morning, Cao Weida was woken by a special service.
Stroking Mohe’s head, Cao Weida chuckled hoarsely: “Who did you learn this from?”
“From the sisters; they said Master likes it.” Mohe mumbled back with a glance up, and seeing he was really enjoying it, she put in even more effort.
Although the sisters got along harmoniously, they still had to compete when it was time.
If the sisters all have these tricks, if I don’t keep up, won’t I fall behind?
Cao Weida made no comment; after all, he was the ultimate beneficiary.
After morning exercise, Cao Weida simply washed up, ate, and headed straight to the Police Station.
After arriving at the Police Station for roll call, he learned that last night’s events had already spread.
After all, last night was quite a commotion—loud gunfire, impossible to hide even if they wanted to.
He found Duomen to ask, since Duomen had good connections and his news was always reliable.
After a little inquiring, he got shocking news.
Last night, the Military Statistics Bureau and the little devils exchanged fire, both sides had casualties; the Military Statistics Bureau left seven or eight corpses and five captives, but the little devils lost over eighty!
“Over eighty dead?! But the Military Statistics Bureau only lost seven or eight?” Cao Weida found it hard to believe: “Real or fake? Such a huge casualty ratio?”
When did Military Statistics Bureau special agents get so badass, and when did little devil soldiers get so useless?
Actually achieving a ten-to-one kill ratio?
Isn’t this bullshit?
Duomen said lowly: “Heard the Military Statistics Bureau set a trap, deliberately luring the little devils and puppet army in.”
“I also heard those Military Statistics Bureau special agents had plenty of heavy weapons; the little devils and puppet army were half wiped out before they reacted.”
So that’s how it is.
Cao Weida thought thoughtfully: if they deliberately set a trap to trap and kill the little devils, it was indeed possible.
“But Master Duo, the news spread too fast, right? Something from last night already all over by morning?” Cao Weida was puzzled.
Duomen rolled his eyes, looking at him with envy and jealousy: “You think everyone’s like you? No dirty or tiring work all day, off at five, sleep till late morning?”
Cao Weida awkwardly touched his nose; you know, ever since cozying up to Ono Shiota, he really hadn’t done any dirty or tiring work.
And actually, this era wasn’t like later generations with laws mandating nine-to-five.
