The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 3 Yanyicang

A warehouse of salt.

This is my own territory now.

In the past, valuable mortgage items were stored, usually large items, and the mortgage loan was much higher than the pawn shop valuation.

It is said that other warehouses also store a large amount of materials, including everything, but now they cannot be transported.

The bank earns high interest, but it is not for your benefit.

Usually these things are valuable, and some are even orphans. Once the war comes, these things will be useless.

For example, this set of huanghuali furniture from the Ming Dynasty would be worth hundreds of millions in future generations, but now it is just sitting in a warehouse gathering dust.

They are too bulky and cannot be transported. If they are dismantled and cannot be installed, they will be destroyed. They are all treasures left by the Chinese nation.

What I shouldn't say is that if these things fall into the hands of the Japanese, they may be preserved. If they are given to some unfilial descendants, they may be discarded like worn-out shoes, or even chopped into firewood and burned.

There is also a pair of large blue and white porcelain vases from the Qingguan kiln. The shaped utensils are extremely exquisite. They should have been placed in the living room of a high-ranking official.

This couple is mortgaged to the bank, and they can loan out at least 5,000 legal currency.

If it breaks, it's worthless.

It’s not luck, time is too tight. If it’s luck, will you still stay here?
  All good stuff!
  Cheng Mo sighed with emotion, it would be great if this could be transported away, they are all damn little devils! It would be better if they all go to hell.

There was a large space in the warehouse. Cheng Mo took a look and simply moved his family here. Anyway, he had never slept on the priceless huanghuali bed!
  I just did it as I thought, since I didn't have much stuff anyway, so I pulled it over in one go with the three wheels I just got.

Anyone left behind will receive a compensation, which is not much, only fifty yuan, which is almost his current two months' salary.

In this way, his total net worth now totals 600 yuan, but in a place like Shanghai, this little money is really not enough to spend.

Fortunately, you don’t have to spend money on a place to stay.

After the meeting of the left-behind staff, the senior executives and middle-level people from the four industries left one after another. The people left behind basically had little work to do. Cheng Mo basically stayed in Yanyicang that day, tidying up the place. After a moment, prepare for the next camp.

He also recovered and sorted out some of his memories, which allowed him to understand and become familiar with what kind of person he was.

Memory fusion is very simple, but it will take some time for the thinking and personality to match. Fortunately, he has time now.

Digging deeper into the memory, it turns out that Cheng Mo was left behind not entirely because of someone else's calculations. He had a reason. For this reason, he couldn't even tell his sister Cheng Hua.

Because he has to wait for someone, and he doesn’t know when this person will come.

I don’t know how long I can stay here, but since I’m staying here, let’s witness history. If I can kill a few Japanese devils with my own hands, then it’s not a waste of time for me to come to this world.

At night, when it was dark, Cheng Mo packed up his belongings and rode his Norton bicycle back to Sihang Warehouse without any regrets.

After the motorcycle entered through the gate, it drove directly into Yanyicang.

The current Sihang Warehouse has nothing but rice, flour, oil, and a lot of food and drink. There is a box of canned food and old Shanghai salt soda.

Swirl it down in one breath and it still tastes good as the old stuff.

Although there were quite a few people left in the Four Lines warehouse at the end, there was almost no ghost visible in the Four Lines warehouse, not even a wild cat.

This night, besides being lonely, I am still lonely.

Loneliness is mankind's greatest enemy.

Lighting a cigarette, Cheng Mo sat in front of the messy desk. On the other side of the Suzhou River, there were bright lights, and the singing and dancing birds were singing and dancing, but here it was as silent as a mass grave. Only a few scattered houses could be seen. The little light that passed by. The Jiangwan Power Plant supplies power to Zhabei, which has long been controlled by the Japanese. They can cut off power at any time.

But Sihang Warehouse pulled wires from the public concession across the road, so there was still electricity available.

Cheng Mokong sat, staring at the lamp on the table. It had been a day since he came to this era. His shock and hesitation had passed. The next biggest question before him was where to go?

In the next period of time, he will not leave Sihang Warehouse. At least staying here is much safer than going outside.

Even if they finally withdraw into the concession, that will happen in the future.

If he wanted to save his life, it was very simple, but he now understood that he didn't want to be a bystander who did nothing, otherwise he would look down on himself from the bottom of his heart.

Thinking of the tragedies that might happen next in his mind made him feel very irritable and difficult to calm down.

There are also things that Cheng Mo has to do. Hey, this is all cause and effect, and he can't get rid of it.

When he came to the window, he took a look at the blue sky. The lights on the other side were bright and feasting. It was only four days before the war broke out, and the cruel Four Elements Defense War actually broke out for more than two months. He still had time to adapt to this. A war.

Being in the warehouse, although the news was a little blocked, he could still hear some reports, whether it was on the radio or in newspapers. He bought an old radio and heard from it the continuous provocations of the Japanese Marine Corps in recent days. They even rushed into our position in an attempt to shift the responsibility of firing the first shot to the national government.

Such restraint will eventually lose patience as the Japanese army continues to test them. Whoever fires the first shot will become the culprit in provoking the war, at least on the surface.

The next day, gunshots were heard from the direction of Baziqiao.

The trigger for the Songhu Battle finally came.

It is reported that the airport security team killed seven or eight Japanese Marines who crossed the border and made provocations. The Japanese army clamored for China to hand over the murderers, withdraw the airport security team and dismantle the defenses.

This matter was directly and sternly rejected by China.

The two sides immediately became tense.

That night, a company of the 1st Security Regiment under the Beijing-Shanghai Security Command entered Zhabei and directly announced that it had taken over the defense of the Zhabei area.

Cheng Mo eats and sleeps in Sihang Warehouse. This place will soon serve as the combat headquarters for the Songhu Battle. He doesn't know how long he can stay there.

Sure enough, on the night of the 12th, as the main force of the national army entered Zhabei via the Songhu Railway, the Sihang Warehouse was requisitioned because of its superior location and solid fortifications.

It stands to reason that Cheng Mo was going to be cleared away. When the others saw the opportunity to leave, they fled one after another. He was the only one who stayed. The reason was that he had nowhere to go and wanted to stay and fight the Japanese invaders together.

There was no problem with Cheng Mo's identity. The national army that had just arrived in Zhabei also needed people who were familiar with the local environment, so Shangfeng agreed.

He was originally wanted to be drafted into the army, but Cheng Mo declined. He wanted to stay in Shanghai, but he didn't want to join the army, at least not now.

He became a non-staff logistics worker.

Cheng Mo began to train with the regular army stationed in Zhabei, eagerly absorbing their combat experience. He began to become familiar with everything in the world, got along with the national army officers and soldiers, and even became friends.

After a heavy workload, as a pragmatic coder, Cheng Mo feels like something is missing every day if he doesn't write something.

There is no computer, no mobile phone, only a pen, which "he" bought when he was studying in Japan. The "SSS" company produces No. 2, iridium nib. (There really is a fountain pen of this brand. It was made in Japan. During World War II, it refused to switch to military industry and went bankrupt)
  It took him three months of work-study to buy it back.

This pen has been with him for five years.

It would be more meaningful to record some things, and it would also allow future generations to have a clearer understanding of this period of national resistance to aggression.

　Ask for collection!

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)