Tens of meters away from the highway, four steel rails flashed the light of the horizon. The road where the Maqian An convoy was located was built with the railway on this section, and the sound of the highway being away from the railway can be heard.

A truck was squirting thick smoke and panting, and drove from afar, and the speed of the river bridge was obviously slowing down. This was just an ordinary truck, and the departure point was nothing more than a stop on the Sanjiang Plain. The goods loaded on the truck were nothing more than the grain and industrial raw materials needed by the city of Harbin.

But today Ma Qian'an looked at the train gradually fading away. In his plan, there should be such a train full of Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers, who rushed out of the train at the fastest speed through a series of railway stations, and quickly occupied the most critical train stations with lightning speed. They would hold their positions within the next few hours until the train full of prisoners of war passed. As for those small stations of third and fourth grade, there were not many guns on the station, so they could just sneak into the nearby Anti-Japanese Allied Forces team to solve the problem.

However, there is an incomplete place in the plan. There is a time difference in occupation of the railway station. Only when the operation of rescuing prisoners of war in Harbin has been successful and the American prisoners of war has been concentrated on the river bridge and waiting for shipment can it be taken. If it is too early, it will be alerted by the enemy at the railway station to use technical means such as switches to control the direction of the prisoners of war train. It is more likely that the dog will jump over the wall and blow up a small section of the railway. Then it will be impossible to quickly transfer prisoners of war.

The train used to ship prisoners of war will be served by the long-distance train from Jiamusi to Dalian. According to the train schedule, the train will appear on the river bridge around 11 p.m.

In other words, starting from 11 o'clock in the evening, the receiving troops commanded by Zhao Shangzhi will begin to implement a plan to occupy a series of railway stations along the way. At around 11:30, the big station nearest to Harbin, Suihua Station, must be occupied, because at this time, the enemy is likely to estimate the route for prisoners of war to retreat, and the situation of ordering Suihua Station to destroy the railway is very likely.

However, according to the design plan of taking the train to accidentally occupy Suihua Station, Zhao Shangzhi may not have time to arrive in Suihua. There is a little time difference between this. Please God bless you. After Zhao Shangzhi and the others control Suihua Railway Station, the Japanese can only react. I can only hope so.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Hanzhang asked curiously, and urged, "Don't delay the serious business, you should go to the city."

"Do you think the ticket train from Jiamusi can reach Jiangqiao on time?" When things happened, Ma Qian'an became a little sensitive and worried about gains and losses. This interlocking plan has many variables. Once the train cannot arrive on time, the rescue operation here will fail. The prisoners of war will have no speed and lose the advantage of short, flat and fast. They will find it difficult to escape the pursuit no matter what. Even if there are anti-Japanese war soldiers as cover, the losses will be huge. Although Ma Qian'an has 20 cars, he cannot hold more than a thousand people, and he cannot hold half of them and throw half of them.

Zhao Yiman convinced the hospital nurses and guards to help her escape from Harbin, but was caught by the enemy because she had no car to ride in a mule cart. If there were any cars, she would have escaped.

"Chi!" Chen Hanzhang smiled disdainfully. He climbed Ma Qian'an's shoulder friendly and whispered in his ear: "Do you think we are eating but not working? You still have your heart to do everything. Are you so clumsy? Don't worry! I'll just say it's right."

"Why?" Ma Qian'an is not a person who easily trusts people. Since you say that, why should you give some reason? You can't speak nonsense.

"The driver and the driver of this train are ours, and they have already arranged it. The crew on the whole train, including the military and police officers who are escorting the train, are half of ours. Isn't it a piece of cake to control this train? Let it arrive on time. Even if the situation changes on your side, as long as you notify me in advance, we can control the train to appear on the bridge earlier or later. Eat salty carrots and be calm!"

Ma Qian'an raised his hand and made a surrender statement, but I didn't say anything.

The convoy started and when he arrived at the checkpoint north of Jiangqiao, he was blocked by the guards guarding the bridge dozens of meters away from the bridge deck. Two puppet Manchu soldiers shouted unhappily.

"Check! Which part?"

The military vehicle logo is very obvious, with the logo of the "Third Military Control Zone Automatic Convoy" on it. These two bastards asked knowingly.

Yang Hong had already taken the front car to the front car, and at this time he whispered to Fukuma beside him, "Teacher, I'm going to do it all the way. Why didn't you feel a little conscious when you've been idle?"

Fukuma is also a relevant figure in this operation, serving as the translator, and his superficial identity is the Japanese consultant of the fleet.

Fukuma smiled apologetically at Yang Hong and added: "I'm so sorry, you rush to work every time. I think you like to show off your power."

You? Ah? This old Japanese boy! When did you learn to mock people? After mingling with these naughty Xiong Bing for a few days, he learned to have bad diseases. Yang Hong rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

Fukuma slowly took the documents from the Ministry of Military Affairs and got off the car slowly to meet the two puppet Manchukuo soldiers who were inspecting.

When he got closer, he bowed his hands and handed it respectfully, and politely chanted a harmonious word, "Thank you for your hard work! For the peace and peace of Manchukuo, you are really admirable!"

The two soldiers were also veterans. They felt something from Fukuma's movement habits. One soldier asked tentatively: "Taijun?"

Fukuma still replied politely: "Hi! The five republics do not distinguish between Taijun and Taijun. I am the heroic soldiers of Fukuma, who are lucky enough to fight with the two of them. I am very happy."

A soldier was surprised and couldn't help but shout, "Oh my god!" The two brothers had never seen a Japanese man who was so polite to them. They were very moved for a while. This was the first time they were respected by Japanese man. Just be so polite to them. The more they looked at this Japanese man, the more they liked him. The two soldiers put away their usual condescending attitude and giggled at Fukuma with gratitude.

The two soldiers took the documents and scanned them briefly, and did not dare to take them negligently and ran to the artillery tower at the bridgehead. After a while, they ran back to return the documents to Fukumachi and smiled angrily: "Our boss said it's okay. Taijun, please go slowly. Welcome Taijun to come and visit me."

Fukuma returned the gift with a smile and returned to the car. Yang Hong widened his eyes and looked at Fukuma Kazuma as if he was looking at a monster. "Why are you so polite to those two desolate only sons?"

Fukuma was stunned and asked back, "Why are you not polite? Isn't it good to be able to resolve things smoothly? Isn't that what you mean when you let me go?"

Yang Hong's answer surprised Fuji.

"That's not what I mean. I get angry when I see those two boys looking stubborn and depressed. Are you not Japanese? I mean you beat them up. They don't dare to do anything to you anyway."

"Then I'll go down and beat them up to vent your anger?" Fukuma comforted Yang Hong and asked him tentatively.

Yang Hong was so amused and crying, "Forget it, I heard that you have a very good temper. I don't believe it yet. Today I have seen it."

When they were in the mountains, Yang Hong and Fu belonged to different troops, and there was almost no chance to meet each other, and they did not know each other very well.

"A problem that can be solved by using gentle means, why do you have to be more fist-and-pronged?" Fukushi saw Yang Hong turn his mind, and then he let go of his courage to teach Yang Hong. Yang Hong covered his ears before he stopped. This good-tempered and long-winded Japanese boy, can't he accept you?

The convoy delayed for a short while at the checkpoint at another bridge. Since he had already checked it, the guards there were no doubt that he was there and quickly waved his hand to let go.

Before leaving, a young officer introduced enthusiastically: "It's so late, brothers are afraid that they will stay in Harbin for one night. My aunt opened a big car shop in Taiping Nagada. If you live there, I will tell my aunt to give you 20% off."

Yang Hong said with a stern face: "The military situation is urgent, and I'm rushing all night. I wonder if the Eighth Route Army has a fun in Rehe Province? The brothers there can't stand it anymore and can't delay it. I'm kind enough to accept it. If we have the fate, we will definitely go to the big car shop run by your aunt for one night."

"30% off!"

"It's really not possible!"

The convoy left, and the little officer pointed at the rear truck and spat, "Bah! What a fucking military emergency. When I came to a big city, I just wanted to visit the kilns and looked down on the big truck shop."

"Captain, how do you know?" A subordinate stepped forward to make fun of it.

"How do I know? Didn't you see a car in the convoy? Maybe some big man from another place is inside. If you don't have some food, drink, and have fun when you arrive in Harbin?"

He didn't believe that there were so dedicated people in the national soldiers who were beaten to death, and he was still rushing to the road overnight? He lied to the big-headed ghost!

Ma Qian'an didn't expect that he had planned to cross the bridge in half an hour, but he was still planning to use Wang Zhiyou if it really didn't work, but he didn't expect that the waves were unstable.

It was already dark. With the reflection of the street lights on the side of the road, Ma Qian'an looked sideways at the face of Wang Zhiyou who was flickering.

Wang Zhiyou said well-behavedly: "I know what to do. If you want me to run, I will run. If you ask me to report to Japan, I will report. If you don't let me move, stay in the car honestly."

"Do you know what we are going to do?"

"I guessed it must be a big move. I knew it when I saw you and Chen Hanzhang muttering, but I didn't expect him to come too."

Yes! Do you still know Chen Hanzhang? Ma Qian'an asked.

"I'm ashamed to say that my troops have also fought with him. I have fought a lot of battles, and I have photos of him."

"Oh?" Wang Zhiyou said this, which aroused Ma Qian'an's curiosity, "Are there any photos of me?"

"No, there is no frontal photo." Wang Zhiyou replied awkwardly, "There is only one side face you were when you awarded a medal in Chongqing, which was published in the newspaper."

"Then you don't know where I am from?"

Wang Zhiyou shook his head. Not only did the Japanese man know his background and experience when he suddenly jumped up, but even most of the anti-Japanese warriors didn't know it. He only knew that Ma Qian'an appeared in the anti-Japanese team two years ago.
Chapter completed!