funbook-pk Chapter 1182 Then we died for nothing
Chapter 1182 Then we died for nothing
"Manager Zhao should have already told you about the objectives and general situation of this operation, right?" Chen Gongshu withdrew his hand, glanced at everyone, and asked in a serious tone.
"I told you." Qi Anzhi nodded, his expression instantly turning serious: "The target is Wang Kemin, the preparatory committee chairman of the puppet North China Provisional Government. He will be officially inaugurated in a few days. Our mission is to eliminate him."
“That’s right.” Chen Gongshu walked to the stone bench in the center of the courtyard and sat down, gesturing for everyone to find a place to sit as well. “My rough plan is to take action on the 15th. My plan is to have a truck loaded with goods parked at the entrance of the alley when Wang Kemin is traveling. When Wang Kemin’s convoy passes by, I will immediately drive into his car and force the convoy to stop.”
Immediately afterwards, we unleashed our full firepower, concentrating our attack on the special vehicle, determined to eliminate Wang Kemin as quickly as possible.
"Station Chief Chen, I have a question." Qi Anzhi suddenly interrupted him, his tone blunt: "This plan is too big of a fuss. The atmosphere in Beiping is tense right now. If a gun goes off, half of the Japanese soldiers and puppet police in Beiping will be alerted."
Even if we succeed, it will be difficult to withdraw from there. The area is full of Japanese strongholds and puppet police posts. Once we are exposed, we will be surrounded and unable to escape.
This isn't a battlefield; it's the heart of enemy-occupied territory, teeming with Japanese spies and armed forces.
Chen Gongshu looked up at Qi Anzhi, his eyes calm and firm, and said slowly, "Company Commander Qi, I know your concerns."
But Director Dai personally instructed that this operation should be a big deal.
The goal is to make it known throughout Beiping, the entire country, and even the Japanese that traitors who collude with the Japanese invaders and betray their country will ultimately meet a tragic end, losing their heads.
We must make an example of them to deter other traitors and lackeys, letting them know that the Kuomintang's sword is always at their throats.
He stood up, his voice low but powerful: "As for the retreat, I have arranged three routes. The first is to go out through the alleys of Dongdan North Street to Wangfujing Street, where there are pre-arranged carriages that can take us to the foot of the city wall."
Secondly, if the first route is blocked, head south, pass through several alleys, and go to the vicinity of Chongwenmen. There is an underground passage there that leads directly to the outside of the city.
The third and final escape route is this: if the first two options fail, retreat to a nearby silk shop. Our men are there who can provide temporary cover, and we can make our escape after nightfall.
Chen Gongshu turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his tone becoming exceptionally heavy: "But I must emphasize one point: the prerequisite for retreat is that we must confirm that Wang Kemin is dead."
If we fail to kill him, our operation will be a complete failure, and all our sacrifices will have been in vain.
"What if they didn't kill him?" the bespectacled young man suddenly asked, his voice slightly immature but remarkably calm.
Chen Gongshu glanced at him, his tone calm to the point of being cruel: "Then we died in vain."
He paused, his gaze falling on Qi Anzhi: "Company Commander Qi, you fought in the Battle of Nanjing, so you should know better than anyone that some battles, even if you know you'll die, you still have to fight."
When Nanjing fell, many of our brothers rushed towards the Japanese army with explosives, not knowing they would surely die, but to protect their homeland and uphold the spirit of the Chinese people.
Now, traitors like Wang Kemin are using Japanese guns to oppress their own compatriots, attempting to establish a puppet regime, and betraying the country and the nation.
We stand here today to seek justice for our brothers who died under the swords of the Japanese army and for the people who were oppressed by traitors.
Even if it means sacrifice, it will be worth it. Furthermore, I will personally participate in this operation. Even if I die, I will die alongside my brothers! I will never hide in the rear and live on!
Qi Anzhi was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head. The hesitation in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by a firm and resolute look.
He nodded vigorously at Chen Gongshu: "Understood! Station Chief Chen, we brothers will obey your orders!"
The others nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with unwavering determination. Chen Gongshu nodded in satisfaction, took out a black notebook from his pocket, opened it, and placed it on the stone table: "The plan is still just a rough outline. We have a few more days to prepare."
Using a simple map in his notebook, Chen Gongshu began to explain the terrain and routes to Qi Anzhi, as well as how to deal with unexpected situations.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was unusually solemn. Everyone listened intently, and no one spoke except for Chen Gongshu's deep voice, which, mixed with the howling of the cold wind blowing across the eaves, echoed in the courtyard.
Everyone wore a solemn expression. They all knew that this was a mission with a slim chance of survival. Perhaps from the moment they stepped out of this small courtyard, they would never come back. But no one backed down, and no one regretted it. For their country and for their integrity, they were willing to die.
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At the same time, a completely different scene unfolded inside the Jurentang Hall in Beiping.
The charcoal fire in the stove was burning brightly, warming the entire study. The air was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood and the fragrance of tea, a stark contrast to the cold and oppressive atmosphere outside.
Wang Kemin sat behind a large mahogany desk, toying with a pair of white jade balls in his hands. The jade balls slowly rotated in his palm, making a warm and delicate friction sound. Each rotation revealed a shrewd and calculating composure.
He was sixty-two years old this year, not very tall, and had become somewhat overweight, with a slightly protruding belly that made his dark blue satin robe look a little tight.
He wore a black woolen mandarin jacket with delicate embroidered patterns at the collar, and a large jade thumb ring on his hand with a faint bluish tint at the fingertips.
His hair was meticulously combed and held in place with hair oil, without a single strand out of place. He looked every bit the old-fashioned bureaucrat, yet with a touch more sinister air than the average bureaucrat.
"Your Highness, this is a document from the North China Expeditionary Army Headquarters. It is the itinerary plan for General Takasaki, the commander of the Tianjin Military Police, to come to Beiping." The secretary carefully entered the study, holding a document in his hands. He bent down and handed the document to the desk, his tone respectful to the point of humility.
He kept his head down, not daring to look Wang Kemin in the eye, and even his breathing was extremely soft. He had followed Wang Kemin for many years and knew that this master's temper was unpredictable. If he was not careful, he might bring about his death.
Wang Kemin did not immediately take the document, but continued to play with the jade ball in his hand. After a few seconds, he slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the document, and asked in a calm tone, "Have everything been arranged with Commander Terauchi?"