Chapter 271: Help is on the way

Behind the Yin residence, there were two Japanese invaders.

These two Japanese invaders had never moved. They were clearly waiting for the perfect moment.

At the same time, they must have realised the danger.

The enemy had flank fire.

Flank fire is terrifying for any attacker.

Once you are targeted, you will die.

So the Japanese soldiers could not move.

They were afraid that if they did, they would be killed.

There is no doubt that the other two Japanese soldiers died from enemy sniper fire.

The Fuxing Society also used rifles.

The Fuxing Society also had sharpshooters.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Ten minutes...

Twenty minutes...

The two Japanese soldiers still didn't move.

Yang Zhi couldn't help but suggest in a low voice, 'Captain, why don't we go around from the sides and get behind them?'

'No. Never. Never.' Zhang Yong hurriedly stopped him.

Are you joking? Attack? Send ourselves to our deaths?

In the current situation, whoever moves dies.

The Japanese invaders move, the Japanese invaders die.

The Fuxing Society moves, the Fuxing Society dies.

The Type 44 rifles in the hands of the Japanese invaders are very deadly.

Even if they go around from behind, they will have to pay a heavy price.

Tong Luohan, Lu Wang, Gangzi, Gangtou, and the others were all veterans with many years of experience, a rare asset. Zhang Yong would not risk them.

In fact, even a fresh police academy graduate, Zhang Yong would not be reckless.

He had already been heartbroken by the death of one of his men.

'Then...'

Yang Zhi was at a loss.

If they don't go out, they won't be able to deal with the enemy!

If they can't deal with the enemy, everyone will be trapped inside the Yin Mansion and unable to move freely.

As long as the battle continues, the danger will never go away.

'Let me take a closer look!'

Zhang Yong carefully analysed the system map. He hoped to find an angle from which he could attack.

The Japanese invaders were hiding in a low-lying area. They were out of sight even with binoculars.

It was estimated that the Japanese invaders were using small mirrors or something similar to observe the movements outside. This was a common trick.

After pondering for a while, he finally had an idea.

'Qin Lishan!'

'Here!'

Qin Lishan hurriedly came up.

Zhang Yong looked at his arm. It felt relatively strong.

'How far can you throw a grenade?'

'Fifty or sixty metres!'

'Is there anyone who can throw it seventy metres?'

'Not me,'

Qin Lishan shook his head.

Zhang Yong asked the others again, and they all shook their heads.

Unfortunately, no one had such a strong arm. The furthest grenade could be thrown was about sixty metres.

And the target Japanese soldier was eighty metres away. There was a difference of twenty metres.

There was no other way. They would have to use an indirect approach.

They would attract the Japanese soldier's attention with the grenade and then find an opportunity to shoot.

When the grenade exploded in front of the Japanese soldier, he would probably stick his head out to see what was going on. He wouldn't use the small mirror. You couldn't see clearly with the small mirror.

'Go and tell Luohan. Tell him we're going to throw a grenade. Tell him to get ready.'

'Yes!'

Yang Zhi sent someone to go.

Zhang Yong told Qin Lishan to prepare the grenades.

Not one.

He wants to throw three at the same time. In three different directions.

The Japanese soldier must stick his head out. So that he can see the whole scene in the shortest possible time. That's something a small mirror can't do.

The second he sticks his head out. Or less than a second. That's the chance.

Can it be done?

Zhang Yong doesn't know. But it has to be tried. What if it works?

"Ready!'

'Throw!'

Zhang Yong shouts the command.

Soon, the three grenades are thrown.

'Boom...'

'Boom...'

They landed and exploded almost simultaneously. But there was a small difference.

Zhang Yong believed that the Japanese veteran would definitely be able to tell the difference. The other party must have known that there were three grenades that exploded. And they exploded in different directions.

Therefore, he would stick his head out.

However, in the smoke of the explosion, Zhang Yong didn't see anything.

In fact, he didn't dare to stick his head out. If the Japanese veteran shot him, he would be the one who died. That would be a real injustice.

Therefore, he couldn't tell if the Japanese were moving or not.

'Pop!'

Suddenly there was a gunshot.

A moment later, the red dot in the southwest disappeared.

Zhang Yong's heart suddenly relaxed.

Yay!

It's done!

Tong Luohan's marksmanship is still excellent.

The Japanese soldier must have poked his head out. And then he was caught. And then he was sent away with one shot.

Good, there's only one left. Victory is in sight.

'Killed,'

Zhang Yong announced in a low voice.

Everyone immediately let out a sigh of relief.

Yang Zhi was about to send someone out to collect the body. And bring back the weapon.

The Japanese Type 44 rifle was really good, after all. Bring it back. It would make a good trophy. It might even come in handy in future battles.

'Don't worry,'

Zhang Yong said, pointing to the east.

There was another Japanese soldier over there. If he got shot, it would be a problem.

Do the same thing again.

Keep throwing grenades. Try to lure the Japanese soldier out.

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

After the explosions. No gunfire.

Unfortunately, Gangzi didn't get the chance to shoot. The Japanese soldier didn't show his head.

Well, these damn little devils are getting smarter and smarter!

A method that worked once is suddenly useless?

Do I have to use a mortar?

"Whoosh!'

Suddenly, someone threw a stone outside.

Zhang Yong: ???

Who? Who threw a stone?

I didn't see it clearly. But the stone has already landed.

Frowns.

'Pop!'

Suddenly, a gunshot rings out.

A moment later, the last red dot disappears.

Huh?

Did it hit?

Zhang Yong's heart relaxes.

No way? It's settled? Throw a stone?

Wait...

'Who threw the stone?'

'I...'

A weak voice answers.

Zhang Yong looks sideways and realises it's Tang Shengbao. He actually ran out.

This guy...

Why is he not in the basement?

If he were one of my men, I would definitely teach him a lesson. Unfortunately, he is the young master of the Tang family. I can't teach him a lesson.

'I'll help you lure the enemy out.'

'Haha,'

Zhang Yong thought to himself, thank you very much.

How could the Japanese be fooled by such a childish method. The Japanese are idiots.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say them.

At this time, Gangko returned. He was grinning from ear to ear.

'What are you so happy about?'

'As soon as the Japanese looked up, I got him.'

'The Japanese looked up?'

'Yes. The stone hit the ground, and the Japanese looked up immediately. I pulled the trigger.'

'Hmmm...'

Zhang Yong thought. You came just in time. You shot me right in the face.

I was about to say that the kid was naive. But I didn't expect the Japanese to be even more naive. Just as soon as the stone hit the ground, the Japanese actually poked his head up to look around?

I guess he was too nervous. He forgot there was a sniper. Then he looked up. And then he died.

Never mind. The last Japanese soldier is taken care of.

Unfortunately, 200 silver dollars were lost.

Why?

No one will collect the body. And I don't know what number to call to have someone come collect the body. I guess the phone won't work either.

Wave your hand. Tell someone to collect the body.

Soon, two Japanese soldiers and their equipment are brought back.

They are all veteran Japanese soldiers.

They were still using Type 44 rifles.

Good rifles. And they had bullets. But that was about it. Not a single coin.

Poor bastards. Not interested.

He picked up the receiver. Huh? No busy signal?

Damn the telecommunications office. The timing was perfect. The fighting ended here, and communication was restored immediately over there.

He suppressed the anger in his heart. He would deal with them later.

He called the department head directly.

'Shaolong, what's the situation?'

'The Japanese invaders have been driven off. They left a message.'

'What message?'

'They said they would never do anything like this again.'

'Just one sentence?'

'Yes. It was just a sentence with no context. They didn't mention any conditions either.'

'I see.'

'They collected fourteen bodies. There are still two left.'

'Don't let your guard down. I've sent reinforcements to you. Don't leave the Yin residence until they arrive.'

'Understood.'

'That's it.'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong replied.

He hung up the phone only after the Commissioner had finished speaking.

The battle just now seemed to have been quite intense. But it also seemed not to have been. The initiative had always been in his hands.

He knew exactly where each Japanese soldier was and which route they would take.

He could therefore attack them at the right time and place. Naturally, he could achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Fortunately, he had this special ability. Otherwise, he would probably be the one collecting the bodies right now.

'Captain, the police are here!'

'Good!'

Zhang Yongzheng was full of grievances.

Just now, when the battle was fierce, the police didn't come. Now that the battle is over, the police are here?

Good. He walked to the front door. He looked outside. Sure enough, he saw a group of armed policemen, about twenty people. They were carrying Enfield Lee rifles. They passed in front of the villa.

His eyes flickered slightly.

He wasn't interested in those policemen. But he was interested in Ying Qiqi.

The Enfield Lee rifles carried by those Indian constables are called Ying Qiqi by the Chinese. The calibre is 7.7 mm. The magazine capacity is ten rounds.

Because it has a rotary bolt action and a breech lock, it can fire extremely fast.

It is faster than the Mauser and Mosin-Nagant.

With a magazine capacity of ten rounds, it has good firepower sustainability. Therefore, a skilled marksman can unleash a very fierce firepower.

In terms of rate of fire alone, it is definitely the pinnacle of bolt-action rifles.

There is no one above it.

Of course, it cannot compare with semi-automatic rifles.

If you have the opportunity to get a few, it can greatly enhance firepower in certain situations.

You may not need it now. But in two years' time, you definitely will.

After August 13, Songhu fell, and the Japanese invaders were everywhere. As soon as the guns started firing, there was all kinds of chaos. Without powerful firepower, it was simply impossible to deal with it.

Go and check those Liao 13 rifles and the submachine guns. After all, they feel a little lacking.

And who knows what the system will officially activate after 7 July 1937...

'Zhang Yong!'

'Zhang Yong!'

Suddenly, someone called from outside.

He went to the door and looked. He found Cao Mengqi and the others had arrived.

Oh, reinforcements have arrived. The danger has passed.

'Cao!'

'Are you okay?'

'I'm fine!'

Zhang Yong calmly spun a few times.

What could have happened to him? He basically never confronted his enemies head-on.

Even if he did shoot, he was the master of sneaking up from behind.

'We need weapons!'

'There are plenty!'

Zhang Yong led Cao Mengqi and the others to the back.

Cao Mengqi and the others did not carry weapons. They had entered the concession empty-handed. They were in a hurry and did not have time to negotiate.

'Hurry!'

'Hurry!'

Everyone immediately selected weapons.

Basically, everyone got a pistol. No one wanted the rifle for the time being.

After getting the weapons, everyone's hearts truly settled. Now there were more than 30 people, so even if there were more Japanese invaders, there was nothing to fear.

In fact, it was estimated that the Japanese invaders would not attack on a large scale. That would be too much of a commotion.

Turning Xiafeilu into a fierce and bloody battlefield was something the concession's Ministry of Public Works would definitely not accept.

Not long after, Li Boqi also arrived.