"The No. 14 Hydrogeological Expedition Team, please report the climate and water flow at the mouth of the Yenisei River in time. Now let me inform you of the analysis results of the ore specimen sent to Moscow last time: granite specimen hardness 6.253, mica hardness 2.472..."

In the bedroom, Schultz was quietly listening to the sound coming from the radio, while Hannah was lying on the small table beside the bed, quickly recording the numbers she heard.

"Pay attention to extreme weather and wish you good health! This broadcast will be replayed once in two hours." The female announcer said mechanically.

Hannah put down her pen and stood up to lift her legs.

Schultz hurriedly walked over and lifted the bed legs. Hannah squatted on the ground and lifted the wooden board under the bed legs and took out a booklet from below.

Schultz put down his legs and watched from behind as Hannah translated the numbers she had just recorded in her password book.

Hannah quickly finished translating the password.

"Comrade Schultz, our intelligence team has a new name - Mendeleev team! The superiors praised the information we provided about the new ambassador Miji Kenkawa." Hannah said.

"Is there a new mission?" Schultz asked.

"Yes, the superiors hope to provide the military mobilization situation of the Kwantung Army in cooperation with the southward policy." Hannah said.

Schultz nodded silently.

Qian Xiaobao has told him that he is leaving Harbin for a while and cannot provide him with any information for the time being.

This time, he can only rely on himself.

The train stopped at Huangqitun Railway Station. Ogasawara and three other officers from the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department walked off the train.

The Manchukuo Military Police Training Office is set up in the boat camp in Jilin City, and it is relatively close to the training office from here.

The four of them stood on the platform and admired the uniquely shaped railway station building for a while and then walked out of the railway station.

When he walked out of the train station, Ogasawara looked back. A man in a mortar manchu uniform slowly dragged behind him.

"This time I finally got the chance to scold him." Ogasawara said with a smile.

The other three officers also laughed.

"Forget it Ogasawa, let's just let this guy sit in a chair for an hour or two and not moving enough to make him feel uncomfortable." said an officer.

Ogasawara couldn't help laughing.

A car parked at the entrance of Huangqitun Railway Station. This was specially brought by the Military Police Training Office to pick up officers of the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department.

Qian Xiaobao walked out of the train station with his luggage on his back and saw the car heading south.

When the Manchukuo Gendarmerie was established in 3004, six military police teams were distributed in the six largest cities in Manchukuo, namely Xinjing, Fengtian, Jilin, Qiqihar, Harbin and Chengde.

However, after the Zhanggufeng incident, the Japanese began to strengthen intelligence collection and began to establish an independent military police force of ten companies. The locations were distributed in the Wuyun, Raohe, Huma, Oupu and Mohe in Xunke. All of them were on the border. The remaining five companies were on standby in Harbin.

Because these ten military police teams have special nature and are all related to the collection of intelligence, the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department attaches great importance to it.

This is why the Intelligence Department sent four officers to the Gendarmerie Training Office for teaching and sent Qian Xiaobao to secretly investigate.

The Intelligence Department felt that this matter was very important, but Qian Xiaobao felt that he was about to go to the execution ground.

Sitting in the classroom every day to recite the Three Character Classics and think about it will cause him a headache.

Qian Xiaobao now regrets agreeing to come here.

For him, three months is about the same as three years.

"Uncle, how do you sell yellow cigarettes?"

An old man in his sixties squatted on the side of the road in front of the train station, with a few handfuls of roasted tobacco leaves in front of him.

Hearing the question, he first saw a pair of big-headed leather shoes in front of him, then looked up and saw two pairs of yellow pants. Then he looked up and saw Qian Xiaobao's smiling face.

The old man suddenly started coughing, and was choked when he smoked for a lifetime, and his nose and tears flowed out.

Qian Xiaobao squatted down and said with a smile: "I'll try to draw a few first!"

After saying this, he picked up a roll of paper about ten centimeters wide on the floor next to him and folded it, then tore off a rectangular one, pulling a small piece of tobacco leaves and sprinkling them on the paper. He sprinkled it into a row of skillful rolls. He licked the corner of the paper with his tongue and dipped it out. He twisted the other end into a paper head with his fingers and then pulled it off.

Qian Xiaobao held the cigarette he had rolled in his mouth and took out a match and lit it. Then he squatted in front of the old man and started to suck.

The old man stared blankly at the Manchu yellow-skinned dog in front of him.

"Good! Great! It's so good!"

Qian Xiaobao took a few sips and said.

Two streams of smoke slowly emerged from his nostrils like two gray earthworms.

"Uncle, this is my first time in Jilin. Is there any fun place in Gada?" Qian Xiaobao asked.

"You can push two games to North Street, as well as a tobacco shop and a kiln." The old man replied with a tremolo.

"I'm not asking about that kind of place. Did I go to the kind of place where Bata is buried? I'm talking about strolling in the beautiful scenery and crowded places!" Qian Xiaobao shook his head and said.

The old man almost sat on the ground. Today he saw a serious yellow-skinned dog!

"Go to the Yuhuang Pavilion in Beishan, there are many people there. It's also good to go to Dongdatan to see the discharge." The old man replied.

Qian Xiaobao nodded and picked up the roll of paper again.

Who can afford to buy a box of cigarettes these days? Either smoking a pipe or smoking it with waste paper.

The old man prepared the cigarette paper that was torn out of newspaper.

Qian Xiaobao stretched the roll of newspaper to the old man: "Uncle, look at the portrait of the Manchu Emperor on this newspaper. What are you thinking about smoking a cigarette for the portrait of the Manchu Emperor?"

The old man was so scared by Qian Xiaobao that he almost cried.

"Big brother, I didn't mean it. I'm just blind!" said the old man.

"Didn't you really do it on purpose? Don't you know the anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese elements?" Qian Xiaobao asked sternly.

"I really don't know you, I don't know any of you!" the old man waved his hand and said.

Qian Xiaobao stared at the old man's face for a long time as if confirming whether he was lying.

"Hurry up and put away the newspaper, be careful in the future!" Qian Xiaobao said.

Then he grabbed a handful of yellow smoke under the creaking nest and lifted it away.

Seeing Qian Xiaobao leaving, the old man hurriedly packed up his things and prepared to leave.

He suddenly saw a ten-dollar bill on the ground in front of him. The old man grabbed the bill and ran away with the remaining Huang Yan.

"The little bastard actually lost ten dollars. I almost scared me to death just now. I just used this ten dollars to make up for it." The old man said while running.

Qian Xiaobao walked out twenty or thirty steps with Huang Yan clipped and then looked back and the old man had disappeared.

He couldn't help laughing either.

The old man is lucky to meet him today. If he meets a secret spy or asks for help, he must expose the old man to a skin.
Chapter completed!