"Bang!" The door of the vault of the Bank of China in Mukden was smashed open.

The electric lights were turned on, and the yellowish light reflected a dazzling glow on the gold and silver in the house.

"Your Excellency, all the gold and silver that the branch has accumulated are here." Mo Chaogui said to Qiao Jun with a bitter face, scolding the Northeast Army to death in his heart, during this period of time, the branch in the Northeast business has been carried out very smoothly, accumulated a large amount of wealth, ready to be shipped to the head office at the end of the year, I didn't expect that at this juncture I actually encountered the Japanese attack on Mukden, worked hard for several years, and once returned to the liberation. After losing this batch of gold and silver, he will have no good fruit to eat when he goes back, but what can he do, who would have thought that Zhang Xueliang would be even more ruthless, and he could abandon the three eastern provinces with a flick of his hand, what could he do?

"Yo Xi!" Qiao Jun nodded with satisfaction, the goose plucked the feathers, after all, it was only a part of it, who could not leave a little war example when marching and fighting? It was rumored that Kolchak withdrew to Siberia and coerced hundreds of tons of gold, which were all scraped up by the Japanese officers at that time. Qiao Jun also paid a little attention to this matter. It is rumored that an officer who became rich overnight after returning from Manchuria and became a political magnate and began to compete for the prime minister's throne, it was later reported that he had swallowed the gold of Tsarist Russia, and the prosecutor in charge of investigating the matter was mysteriously assassinated. Eventually, the case was closed.

Qiao Jun was naturally a loyal supporter of the Great Japanese Empire, but he was not as fanatical as other soldiers. Soldiers also have to eat, and if he secretly withholds a batch of gold and silver, his pitiful meager military income is insignificant in comparison. Qiao Jun is an airborne faction, under the influence of his family, he is not as fanatical as other grassroots officers, and he also realizes the role that money can play after reaching a high-level position, and if he wants to gain a firm foothold in the military and political circles and maintain a strong influence, power and financial resources are indispensable.

"Your Excellency, what else do you command?" Mo Chaogui asked with a salivating face.

"Yes, you come closer." A mysterious smile flashed on Qiao Junmu's face, and after Mo Chaogui approached, Qiao Junmumu suddenly pulled out the knife in his waist and quickly slashed through Mo Chaogui's neck.

Mo Chaogui looked at Qiao Jun in disbelief, not understanding why the other party suddenly wanted to kill him, the blood between his neck gushed out like a spring, and Mo Chaogui lay on the ground in the blood water.

"People who don't have the strength know too much, and usually they don't end well." Qiao Jun took out a white handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on the knife.

"Your Excellency Zhongzuo, Changduomen Dazuo is meeting with Tibetan Shiyi, the governor of Fengtian Province in China, urging His Excellency Zhongzuo to capture Zhang Xueliang's Marshal Mansion as soon as possible!" Outside, the soldiers trotted all the way and shouted outside the door.

"Got it, put a seal on this place, and from now on, this place will be the property of the Imperial Army."

Hearing the order of Changduomen Dazuo, Qiao Jun snorted coldly in his heart, but he was just a co-captain, and he was proud of his wealth with a little ability. Hell-bent on capturing Mukden City and establishing immortal feats for the emperor. But any superficial glitz must be supported by sufficient financial resources, compared to the Frontier Staff Headquarters and Tibetan Yi's side, Qiao Jun Zhumu is more concerned about the finances in Fengtian City, the arsenal, and the things that can be seen and touched in the Young Marshal's Mansion. Without these, no matter how powerful the army is, it will lose its support, and the kind of imperialism that shouts in the mouth is illusory, and blindly holding this kind of thought, Nagato Tajiro will be able to do it as a wing commander, and it will not be possible to achieve it by fanaticism and shouting a few words of long live the emperor.

The Marshal's Mansion was built when Zhang Zuolin was alive, Zhang Zuolin is a person who pays attention to practicality, even if it is the Marshal's Mansion, when it was built, the possibility of foreign invasion was also taken into account, leading to the gate, there is a rockery, and there are many places on the rockery that can be shot to counter the enemy who came in, and in the Marshal's Mansion, there is still enough back road, but Zhang Zuolin must not have imagined that Zhang Xueliang's ability is only half of his at most. I didn't learn the half of the enemy, but I learned almost the ability to withdraw from the back road.

At this time, Zhang Xueliang's original wife Yu Fengzhi had already evacuated to a safe place with her family, except for a few old people who couldn't go to the old man's mansion, which was usually lively, it was almost empty, but the people in the marshal's mansion withdrew, and the wealth accumulated in this mansion covering an area of more than 30,000 square meters for more than ten years is also an astronomical amount. Gold and silver can only be calculated using the volume of the truck. And all this was already open to the Japanese at this time.

Syllable! The heavy iron gate was smashed open, and the Japanese troops on both sides poured in like a tidal wave.

"Stop! This is the Great Marshal's Mansion, and no one can trespass without permission! An old man with gray hair, holding a rifle in both hands, stopped in front of Qiao Jun and the Japanese soldiers.

Zhang Zuolin worked as a veterinarian when he was young, started from a beard, and later became a security captain in several villages, when the Russo-Japanese War occurred, he helped Lao Maozi deal with the Japanese, so he was praised by Lao Maozi, and got a batch of water beads, the old man Hu Dayong followed Zhang Zuolin at that time, because of his combat bravery, he also got this kind of fast gun. It was only later that he was injured and injured his left leg, so it was inconvenient to fight again. Zhang Zuolin couldn't bear to leave behind his old buddy for many years, and after gaining power, he arranged for him to manage the chores of the stables in the Marshal's Mansion.

Hu Dayong's actual age is less than 50 years old, but he looks like an old man who is over the age of six. Especially after Zhang Zuolin was killed by the Japanese in Huanggutun, Hu Dayong aged extremely fast, and his back began to hunch. Zhang Xueliang is in charge of the house, and he has also become a person who is about to be forgotten, at this time, the people of the Dashuai Mansion went to the empty building, but only such an old man was left to persevere, guarding the last bit of foundation of the old Zhang family in the Northeast.

"Ignorant Shina people, this is already the property of the Imperial Army of the Great Japanese Empire, get out!" With a wave of his hand, two Japanese soldiers rushed forward and stabbed forward with bayonets.

"Hey!" The old man had bad legs and feet, but he showed more flexibility than his body, and the bayonet on the gun was stabbed into the abdomen of another Japanese soldier at the same time, but at the cost of being stabbed in the body by two Japanese bayonets at the same time.

"Dashuai, Dayong didn't lose your face, even if you die, you have to pull a few pads. Dayong is here to accompany you! The old man's face was red and bloody, and his body was clumped by the pain of the knife, but his mouth burst into laughter, and a smoking grenade rolled down from his body.

"This madman!" Qiao Jun followed behind, and was startled when he saw the grenade rolling to the ground, and hurriedly threw himself backwards.

Rumble! The old man's light body was blown away, and he fell heavily to the ground without a sound, and the four or five Japanese soldiers around him also fell to the ground one after another, and blood was all over the ground.............