"ah……"

"ah……"

I heard many people whisper in surprise.

They are all soldiers from the 103rd Division Guard Company.

Their eyes were all bulging.

Apparently, they had never seen that much money!

It’s still legal tender!

They know that fiat currency is very valuable.

One French currency can be exchanged for an ocean! Do you think it’s worth it?

Cheng Zhigao's breathing also became heavy.

A sack of fiat currency!

surprise.

Weird.

How can it be?

Who was shot dead?

Why do they have so much fiat currency?

How did Zhang Yong know?

"chief of staff."

"What did you find?"

"The weapons are all produced by Fengtian Arsenal."

"Let me see."

Cheng Zhigao picked up the seized weapons and inspected them carefully.

Sure enough, the manufacturing quality of these weapons is relatively good. But they have not reached the level of original imports.

Especially the captured bullets. The manufacturing quality is a bit different from the original ones. This is also a weakness of domestically produced bullets.

"Commissioner."

"Commissioner."

At this time, three more sacks were brought in one after another.

Each sack is bulging and heavy. When opened, it contains legal currency. The denominations are not large. They are all 1 yuan, 2 yuan or 5 yuan.

There is nothing over 10 yuan. I don’t know if it has been taken away or it has not been discovered yet.

The eyes of Cheng Zhigao and others were even sharper.

So much fiat currency.

I feel more and more confused about Zhang Yong and at the same time a little in awe.

How did this guy discover this group of enemies? They have lived here for so long and have never been exposed.

As a result, Zhang Yong was immediately recognized as soon as he arrived. The more he thought about it, the weirder he became.

"Have you found the radio station?"

"not yet."

"Keep looking."

"yes."

Zhang Yong did not immediately name the location of the radio station.

At the appropriate time, it is still necessary to train the team's comprehensive combat effectiveness.

Let them learn to find radio stations and find hidden objects on their own.

You can see that their level of house demolition is already very high. They are professional and efficient. They demolish a house in an hour.

This small, dilapidated fishing village is basically composed of thatched houses and mud-brick houses. Where can the radio station be hidden?

"Radio station?"

Cheng Zhigao felt something was wrong.

Why is there still a radio station? Who are they?

"right."

"them……"

"Traitor."

Zhang Yong gave a conclusion directly.

Since they are not Japanese invaders, and they have radio stations and weapons, they are definitely traitors.

The problem now is that it is currently impossible to distinguish which traitor they are.

Definitely not local.

The locals are not so stubborn.

"Bring it up."

"yes."

Soon, the remaining seven traitors were brought up.

The rags in their mouths were removed. Each of them had their heads drooped, but they were all injured.

"Where are you from?" Zhang Yong asked directly.

No one answered.

As if numb.

Zhang Yong pursed his lips.

Immediately someone dragged a traitor to the river.

Let go.

Get out of the way.

Zhang Yong raised his gun.

Snapped!

Gunshots were fired.

A traitor was shot and killed.

The body fell forward into the water.

"Plop!"

A bunch of water splashed up.

Did not say?

Then go to hell!

You are so stubborn as a traitor, I will help you!

The second traitor was brought up.

"Where are you from?"

No answer.

So I continued to drag it to the riverside.

Snapped!

The gun rang again.

The traitor's body fell into the water.

"Plop!"

Water splash.

Then another one was dragged up.

Still didn't say anything.

Snapped!

Plop!
To be continued...