Chapter 50

"Second Master Sai, calm down. Now that the No. 1 warehouse has been blown up by Brother Liu, the devils are furious and have imposed a city-wide curfew. They are arresting anyone they see on the streets. Even if I wanted to send you out through the water route, it’s impossible right now!"

Boss Huang earnestly persuaded Sai Diaochan. This woman was really too fierce. As soon as the No. 1 warehouse exploded, she started yelling about finding Fatso. Fortunately, Boss Huang and his companions were quick to react, dragging and persuading her back to the shop. They would wait until dawn to assess the situation before finding a way to get Sai Diaochan, Monkey, and Bear out of the city.

"That dead fatso deliberately sent me away, making me paint the four red characters 'Fatso Special Operations' all over the city. It’s obvious he’s trying to escape... escape the marriage. If he dares not marry me, I’ll tie him up and boil him in a hot pot!" Although Sai Diaochan understood that what Boss Huang said made sense, she was genuinely worried about the fatso. He had to blow up the No. 1 warehouse alone and escape the Japanese army's pursuit without any help. However, she was too proud to admit her worry.

Monkey, standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. "You really would boil your son-in-law in oil? I don’t believe it."

Boss Huang also smiled bitterly. With over a dozen people all working for Fatso, painting the four big characters "Fatso Special Operations" all over the city, he wondered how the Japanese would react. Wasn’t this just asking for trouble? How would they get back into the city to play the trick of a feigned attack?

Everyone who knew that Fatso had blown up the No. 1 warehouse alone, including Boss Huang and his underground party members, as well as Sai Diaochan, Monkey, and Bear, admired Fatso's bravery but also found him exasperating.

In Sai Diaochan's heart, even if Fatso was a fake "first-born rebel," he was still a man of great courage and integrity. Entrusting her life to such a man wouldn’t be a disgrace. If anyone dared to say a word against it, they should try blowing up a Japanese warehouse in the midst of thousands of soldiers.

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"Nani! Fatso Special Operations?" Seino, sitting in the regimental headquarters, was stunned by the report from his subordinate after a city-wide search.

As a special envoy of the Imperial Army Academy, Seino had learned about the term "Special Operations" during his studies at the Berlin Military Academy. The Empire had not yet specially trained soldiers for such operations. (The Kamikaze Special Attack Corps and the "Fury Dragon" Special Operations Team were both part of the Japanese special forces, which only appeared in the Pacific theater during the later stages of World War II.)

Seino, being the regimental commander, was quick to focus on the word "Fatso" from the four characters. Combined with the reports from the injured soldiers at the No. 1 warehouse, Seino finally had a lead. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the conference table, his eyes narrowing as he instructed his subordinate, "Have the military police and Commander Wu’s men keep an eye on any fat men they see. Do not take any action, just monitor them. Understand?"

"Hai!" The subordinate left to carry out the order. Seino closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, pondering the origins of "Fatso Special Operations."

From the explosion site at the No. 1 warehouse, it was clear that a very powerful high-explosive and high-temperature explosive had caused the ammunition to detonate, completely destroying the Imperial warehouse, all the weapons and ammunition, and burning all the food.

No explosive in the Empire could match this one. Was "Fatso Special Operations" a specially trained Chinese soldier for special operations? This was terrifying. The entire warehouse was blown up, and after a night of searching, the only clue found was deliberately left behind. This was a blatant challenge, a mockery of the Empire's military incompetence.

With all the food destroyed, the immediate priority was to secure food for the over 3,000 Imperial soldiers in the city. Seino was extremely anxious. The food could be requisitioned from the counties, even though some of the burned food was intended for the front lines. By intensifying the requisitioning of food from Chinese civilians, the crisis could be easily overcome. War must be sustained by war.

But the weapons... Thinking of the weapons, Seino opened his eyes in pain. He didn’t care about the light and heavy machine guns, mountain guns, field guns, mortars, or grenade launchers. The only thing he cared about was a single Type 92 70mm infantry gun.

This gun was a special reward from the Emperor for his combat achievements, with the Imperial Chrysanthemum crest and a personal inscription by Emperor Hirohito. It was a unique honor in the Imperial Army. If it were destroyed, it would be one thing, but if it were captured by the Chinese, it would be a great disgrace to the Emperor. Every Imperial soldier who participated in the war should commit seppuku to atone.

"Report!" The subordinate's report interrupted Seino's thoughts.

Seino's eyes lit up when he saw the subordinate, who had been sent to search for the remains of the infantry gun. He asked urgently, "Have you found the remains of the Type 92 infantry gun granted by the Emperor?"

"In the ruins, the remains of the other infantry guns have been found, but the remains of the Emperor's personally granted infantry gun have not been found..."

Seino couldn’t hear any more. He froze in his chair. Damn it, did the Chinese "Fatso Special Operations" who blew up the No. 1 warehouse do it on purpose? They only took the most important infantry gun!

"Achoo!" Fatso sneezed for no reason, cursing, "Who the hell is thinking about your fatso? If I catch you, I’ll kill you!"

At the inn, Fourth Master Jia Daode was on watch. He saw three Japanese military trucks speeding towards the inn and shuddered. The Japanese usually didn’t take this route to Tiger Mouth Mountain. Seeing the military trucks, he felt a chill. Could the Japanese be planning to raid Tiger Mouth Mountain?

Thinking this, he quickly hid with a few of his brothers. When Fatso jumped off the truck and shot the two Japanese drivers with his left and right hands, Jia Daode and his brothers came out, laughing.

Good grief, when Jia Daode saw the food and weapons on the three military trucks, his eyes widened, and he swallowed several times before regaining his composure.

"Damn it!" Fatso cursed. He wanted to live, and the tracks left by the three heavy trucks would lead the Japanese to them if not quickly erased. The thought of being surrounded by a regiment of Japanese soldiers made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Sir, you are truly brave and resourceful, and your resolve is unbreakable. You’ve really brought back food within three days. I’ll report this to the Chief." Jia Daode flattered him. He couldn’t afford to offend this man. This was a man of his word, and even the Chief had to listen to the Second Master. With such a capable man, who would the mountain bandits listen to in the future? Yes, he needed to curry favor now to have a better position in the bandit camp.

Moreover, Jia Daode, who had previously tried to eliminate Fatso, felt a bit timid and wanted to make amends by serving him well.

"Have the brothers on the mountain come down quickly to move the food and weapons." Fatso didn’t bother with the flattery, glancing at the subordinates standing next to Jia Daode. "First, have these brothers move the food, then come with me to do something. Otherwise, it won’t be fun if the Japanese come knocking."

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