Manual of Space-Time Interference

The next day.

Such news began to spread in the city of Nanjing,

In the crisis of Nanjing, the city was destroyed, the corpses were scattered everywhere, and the blood flowed into rivers.

"Damn, check, check it for me, let the people from Juntong give me a thorough check, his grandma's, at this time to provoke people's hearts..."

The furious Tang Shengzhi threw off all the things on his table. The consecutive defeats in the past few days had already caused him a headache, but now this rumor has made him even more annoyed.

"Yes." The adjutant gave Tang Shengzhi a military salute and said solemnly.

Tang Shengzhi looked at the figure of his adjutant going out, sighed, turned to look at the huge battle map of the Nanjing defense behind him, and said nothing for a long time.

Am I really wrong...

…

noon

In front of the military police headquarters, a young man in a black coat and leather gloves was leaning on a street lamp and looking around.

Throwing away the cigarette **** in his hand, he patted the smoke and dust on his coat, straightened his gentleman's top hat with his hand, and then lowered the brim of his hat slightly, then lifted the suitcase beside him and began to face the commander of the military police Go to the door.

This is the dialect. In the morning, he found those **** and children who were wandering on the streets. After distributing some property, the rumor that made Tang Sheng's wit and anger spread in Nanjing city.

At this moment, after the second disguise, he is trying to contact some high-level figures, such as Xiao Shanling, the head of the Military Police Command.

"Stop here." The sentinel at the door forbade the dialect to continue walking forward. After all, he was not wearing a military uniform, and he was not a familiar figure to the sentinel.

"Big brother, I was sent by the Nanjing Chamber of Commerce to reward the military supplies." Dialect took off his hat and said flatteringly. At the same time, he stepped forward and quietly stuffed the few silver dollars he had prepared on him into the hands of the sentry.

The sentinel weighed it twice with his hands, and gave the other sentinel a wink. The other sentinel understood and shouted to the dialect: "It is now in a state of combat readiness, and no one is allowed to enter the headquarters."

"This eldest brother, I belong to the Nanjing Chamber of Commerce, and the military and civilians are relatives. How can I be considered irrelevant?" Dialect flattered the other sentinel, and at the same time, he took out a few silver dollars from his body, pretending to be reluctant. into the hands of the sentry.

"Nanjing Chamber of Commerce, let's go in, be honest." The sentinel put the silver dollar in his pocket into his pocket, and said solemnly in the heartache dialect.

"Okay, okay, okay, thank you big brother, thank you big brother" Dialect bowed to the two sentinels and walked towards the headquarters with his suitcase in hand.

There was a lot of busyness in the headquarters. Kuomintang officers with different ranks were interspersed with battle reports or documents, and various reports and discussions were mixed together.

Dialect put on his hat again, lowered his brim to his eyebrows, basically covering half of his face, and then picked up the box and walked among the Kuomintang officers.

No one cares about him. This is not only because of the tense war situation, but also because of the effect of his outfit.

The gendarmerie is an army that organizes military courts to supervise the implementation of military orders of the Kuomintang by military chiefs at all levels.

Although the current military police force has become a regular military combat force, it still has some functions of censorship and supervision, and the dialect's dress is exactly the dress of the military commander during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, which also coincides with .

He found the commander's office in the many rooms, and Dialect stepped past the two guards at the entrance of the hall and walked towards it.

"who?"

A falcon-like look came from the adjutant, and at the same time, two guards at the door rushed in, holding their guns at Dialect.

"I'm from the Nanjing Chamber of Commerce, don't shoot, don't shoot." The dialect duo duosuo said.

"Nanjing Chamber of Commerce?" The adjutant murmured and shouted to the dialect, "Put down the things on your hands and take off your hat."

Dialect let go of the hand holding the box and took off his hat. The box fell to the ground and made a dull sound. A guard came up and pushed the box out with his foot, but he still didn't let his guard down.

The adjutant winked at the guard. The guard crouched down and opened the box. Suddenly, piles of silver dollars and a few gold bars appeared in front of everyone.

In the afternoon of yesterday, Dialect exchanged some of the gold for silver dollars, and kept the rest. Except for a small part in the hotel, all the rest were put in this box.

In this case, even if he can't see Xiao Shanling, he won't be arrested. After all, no matter what era, money is the best thing to use.

"Search it." The adjutant instructed the guard. The guard went up to one person and began to search the dialect's body. After the search, the guard shook his head at the adjutant.

He waved to the two guards, the adjutant looked at Dialect and shouted, "What are you doing here?"

After feeling that the cold muzzle was not pointed at him, Dialect breathed a sigh of relief, and solemnly said his prepared remarks to the adjutant,

"The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the individual. I bring my family's property, and I do my best to see Commander Xiao and serve the country with loyalty."

The words were sonorous and forceful, righteous words.

"Okay, it's a good one to be responsible, and a good one to serve the country with loyalty."

A thick voice came from the side, and the dialect turned around to see that it was Xiao Shanling.

Xiao Shanling waved at the adjutant, and the adjutant stepped aside, "Little brother, I accept your affection for this country, but now the military is busy, we can talk about it next time."

Xiao Shanling is now in his prime. Although his words are still powerful, they have a hint of hoarseness.

Feeling Xiao Shanling's intention to see off guests, Dialect was so anxious that he had to say loudly, "Commander Xiao, I have an important military intelligence report. This is the news I got from the Japanese army."

Xiao Shanling looked at Dialect in surprise, then said, "Little brother, do you know the consequences of lying about the military situation?"

"I know, but I have to say about this military situation."

Dialect took a deep breath, the whole thing had begun to gradually deviate from his plan.

"Then you come in with me." Xiao Shanling returned to the office, looked at the dialect who came in and said, "Speak!"

"Commander, we don't have anyone to go to Jurong Road." Dialect stroked, and went through in his mind what should not be said and what should be said.

Xiao Shanling nodded, and dialect continued: "According to my information and speculation, the Japanese army will launch a general attack around 1:00 p.m. At that time, the 16th division of the Japanese army will launch an offensive against the Maqun Xiaolingwei area."

"The 3rd and 9th Division will attack Guanghuamen, while the 114th Division will attack Tongjimen, and the Japanese elite 6th Division will attack Yuhuatai..."

At this time, Xiao Shanling had to pay attention to the information in the dialect, and looked at the Nanjing defense formation map behind him, and the whole room fell into silence.

…

In the middle of the night, Dialect walked out of the Military Police Headquarters, feeling relieved and heavy, Xiao Shanling did not embarrass him, but just let him stay in the room for an afternoon, and the constant telegrams also confirmed the correctness of the information stated in Dialect.

After he could no longer speak, Xiao Shanling also let go of the dialect, and did not check his information and sources of intelligence. After all, at this point in time, these are no longer important.

Thinking of Xiao Shanling's promise to himself, and more precisely to the city, Dialect laughed. After all, he had already done his best.

The rest is up to God's mercy...