Chapter 766: A tiger's head and a snake's tail

Zhang Yong was waiting for someone to come find him.

If someone came to inquire, he should be able to provide more information.

It may not be possible to achieve zero casualties. But it is definitely possible to reduce some casualties. It is also possible to resolve the battle in a relatively short period of time.

However...

There was no one.

No one came to inquire about him.

When Gu Zhenglun and Li Shizhen arrived, Zhang Yong was immediately ignored.

He was no longer the protagonist.

Even Gu Bafeng and Li Shiqun hurried to the front, as if they were afraid that if they were a moment late, they would miss out on the credit.

Zhang Yong: ...

looked blank. A little emotional.

It really is like this. When the bride enters the room, the matchmaker throws her over the wall. Understandable.

The Communist Party!

Everyone scrambles for credit when things go well.

But when things go wrong, everyone shirks their responsibilities.

It's pathological.

If it weren't for this, the Party wouldn't have collapsed in just three years.

After the victory in the War of Resistance, the Party had a really good hand. A really good hand, in the truest sense of the word. Not a fake hand.

But in the end, it collapsed quickly, in just three years. It really surprised its friends.

It is said that in the 21st century, even in the United States, there are still research institutes that cannot figure out how the Guomindang lost.

They used supercomputers to simulate the course of the war, and it was impossible for them to lose everything in just three years!

'Team leader...'

Lu Keming began to get anxious.

Everyone else had already entered. The crowd was surging. It was dense.

There were military police. There were police. There were also people wearing Zhongshan suits. Each one of them was holding a gun. They were confident of victory.

It seemed that Li Shiqun was secretly shaking people down and had called in reinforcements.

Zhang Yong silently observed for a moment and discovered that more than 300 people had actually come from the postal inspection office.

Goodness, this postal inspection office is also silently expanding!

Li Shiqun has called in more than 300 people at once. Just how many people are there in the postal inspection office? 500? 800?

No wonder the head of the office had to bow to him.

Given the head of the office's personality, he would never bow easily. Especially not to a subordinate.

It turned out that the postmaster was in dire need of money.

He needed money to organise training courses.

The so-called training courses were actually a massive increase in staff.

In the absence of a formal establishment, the funding for the increase in staff could only be resolved by the Special Branch itself.

In this way, Zhang Yong, the kind-hearted boy, became very important.

Basically, it can be said that without him, the postmaster's training courses simply could not have started.

Nor could there be any talk of expansion. This was unacceptable to the postmaster.

A boat going against the current. If you don't advance, you'll fall behind. The other two departments are secretly expanding, but he is standing still, complacent and self-satisfied, and will only be left behind.

'No rush. Let's take advantage of the situation.'

Zhang Yong is calm and collected.

I promised to take you into battle. But it's definitely not a head-on fight.

We're not suited for a head-on fight. We're suited to be the sixth child. Our tactic is to attack when the enemy is unprepared. To put it bluntly, it's a sneak attack...

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

The gun fired.

Then the gunfire intensified.

Zhang Yong was far away. He didn't know the exact course of the battle. And he didn't bother to look.

The boss was leading the way!

The boss seemed to deliberately ignore Zhang Yong's presence.

Since Zhang Yong wasn't there, the boss just didn't know. They just wanted to get the job done quickly.

In that case, Zhang Yong didn't want to go up front.

Get my face slapped in the face?

Don't even think about it.

Zhang Yong also had his own temperament.

Since you're ignoring me, I'll just watch from the sidelines.

I'll quietly watch your performance.

Concentrate on monitoring the map.

Count the number of red dots. Huh? Still nine?

Wasn't the Japanese spy killed?

Still nine...

After the gunshot, who fell?

Was it the military police? Or the police? Since it wasn't the Japanese spy, the casualties must be our own people.

Huh...

I've decided to wait five minutes and then take a look.

Close my eyes and rest.

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

All kinds of gunfire sounded.

Sometimes it was dense, sometimes sparse.

When it was fierce, it sounded like popping beans. It seemed that the military police had used all their machine guns.

The police headquarters had also sent their best weapons and all their elite troops. They had sent quite a few people to fight on Huangshi Road.

Among the messy white dots, Zhang Yong could vaguely see a few faint yellow dots.

He didn't know if they belonged to the military police or the police.

I guess they are all from the middle or lower ranks. There are no reds in the upper ranks yet.

If nothing goes wrong, those from the lower ranks should be promoted to the middle ranks after the victory of the War of Resistance.

The eight years of the War of Resistance was the period of the fastest promotion.

If you have made great contributions and are lucky, it is possible to be promoted from a soldier in the lower ranks to a general.

On the Kuomintang side, as long as you can raise a team with a sufficient number of people and enough influence, you will be given a commission. A major general or something like that, just give it to you. But if you don't have a team anymore and no influence, everything will be thrown back to square one.

This approach has led to all generals attaching great importance to their own fundamental base. They are reluctant to sacrifice their own teams. Because they know very well that once their teams are sacrificed, they will also suffer. The number will be cancelled. It will disappear forever. Therefore, in every major battle, everyone preserves their strength.

Haha.

A stubborn problem.

Hopeless...

Five minutes to go.

Count the number of red dots.

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

Huh? There are still nine?

No way! I must have miscounted.

How could there still be nine? Could it be that none of them were killed?

No way!

Absolutely not!

The gunshots have been going off for so long, there must have been at least one or two dead Japanese soldiers.

He decides to count again.

The result...

There are still nine.

Damn it. There really are still nine.

If there are no reinforcements from the Japanese spies, it means that none of the Japanese soldiers from before were killed.

These Japanese soldiers are really something.

They're in the dark, while the military police and police are in the light.

If they really are veteran Japanese soldiers, those military police and police are sitting ducks!

An attack like this is just a suicide mission.

However...

No one cares.

Or rather, Gu Zhenglun and Li Shizhen don't care.

They know there are Japanese soldiers here. They know these Japanese soldiers are involved in the attempted bombardment of the Presidential Palace.

That's enough.

The rest is just about getting rid of them.

The more vicious the Japanese counterattack, the more powerful the enemy and the greater their contribution.

The number of casualties is of no concern.

Alas...

There are too many white dots, obscuring the yellow ones. I wonder how many casualties they have suffered?

On the battlefield, anything can happen. Bullets don't care who you are.

The reason the Japanese are reluctant to plant undercover agents in the Chinese army is that they are afraid of this kind of situation. You could die at any time.

Continue to observe from the sidelines.

Count the number of red dots every five minutes.

The result...

No change...

No change...

No change...

Half an hour passed, and the number of red dots did not decrease.

Instead, their positions kept changing. Each time, they were in a different place. Obviously, these people were veterans of street warfare.

'Blackie!'

Zhang Yong suddenly shouted.

Blackie was Lu Keming's nickname. He himself had said it.

Because of his dark skin and fondness for smoking, he jokingly said that he was black inside and out.

Usually everyone calls him Blackie. He doesn't mind. He really doesn't.

'Team leader,' Lu Keming runs over.

'Have you practiced street fighting?' Zhang Yong asks.

'Street fighting?' Lu Keming doesn't understand.

'For example, it's like this right now, there are five Japanese invaders inside, all with guns, and then you, about 30 or 50 people, have to go in and kill the five Japanese invaders,' Zhang Yong patiently explains, 'Have you practiced before?'

'Do we need to practise?' Lu Keming wondered, "There are 30 of us, and we're going to fight 5 of them, so it's going to be an easy win!'

'You..." Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

This black guy.

What a child.

There are only 30 of you, and if you encounter 5 veteran Japanese soldiers, none of you will survive.

You really don't think you need to train!

Those Japanese soldiers were all extremely psychopathic.

However, Zhang Yong understood Lu Keming's mentality. He wasn't really childish. He really didn't understand.

Or rather, they simply didn't expect the Japanese to be so powerful. At first, they thought they could rely on their superior numbers to defeat the enemy. But they soon discovered that superior numbers were no use. The Japanese could defeat ten times their number. One Japanese unit could defeat several Chinese divisions!

The Itagaki Division, just one division, was able to fight its way from northern Shanxi all the way to Taiyuan. It had a maximum of 30,000 men. The Yan's Western Army, which was responsible for blocking the Japanese advance, had at least 200,000 men. And there was the advantage of terrain. In the end, they were defeated and routed.

Then they had a mental breakdown. They began to shy away from battle. They fled in fear.

They were afraid to fight the Japanese again.

'Adjust the weapons,' Zhang Yong commanded, "and make sure everyone has a submachine gun.'

'We have it all. There are enough bullets too," Lu Keming said, "and we still have three rifles.'

'Rifles..." Zhang Yong frowned.

Rifles were actually useless.

The main reason is that the distance is too great, and they cannot see the Japanese spies.

Unless there is a scope...

However, the scopes they had were left behind on the beach.

They looked for them many times in the personal space. There were none. This is the way the system is. It doesn't give what it should...

If there was a scope, perhaps he could still find a shooting angle and try to kill the target from a long distance. Lin Nansheng's marksmanship seemed to be okay. Huang Chu was also good. They could let them show off a bit. But there was no. Then there was no way. They could only wait outside.

The surveillance map shows a large number of white dots surrounding the red dot. But it is impossible to enter the core area.

It is possible that everyone who tried to enter was killed by the Japanese invaders. The battle is fierce.

Finally, it is discovered that one red dot is missing.

It is finally a relief. Finally, one Japanese invader was killed. It is considered a start.

Soon after, another red dot is missing. This is the second Japanese invader killed.

Indeed, if you are not afraid of sacrifice and do not care about it, you will have a numerical advantage in street battles.

'Boom...'

'Boom...'

The sound of grenades being detonated was heard.

Oh, it's the military police using grenades. It seems like there are mortars too?

Awesome. Using mortars too.

This is indiscriminate bombing! Whether they are Japanese invaders or not, they are all being bombed.

Very cruel...

Very innocent...

However, Zhang Yong was silent.

Gu Zhenglun and Li Shizhen were both there, so it wasn't his turn to speak.

In fact, even Boss Dai didn't get his turn to speak. Gu Zhenglun was too high-ranking.

At most, Boss Dai would secretly compete with Li Shizhen, but he definitely wouldn't dare to fall out with Gu Zhenglun. Even if the Military Unity was as powerful as the sun in the future, it would still be inferior to the military police. The hands of the Military Unity wouldn't dare to reach into the military police. The military police had their own system.

Let me put it this way. During the Sino-Japanese War, Zhang Xiaoliu's troops launched an attack, and it was the military police who resisted. In the end, both sides suffered heavy casualties. The military police commander was killed in action. Qian Wanjun also seemed to have been injured. Many people in the entourage died. At this time, Boss Dai was still 100,000 li away from the scene.

One more red dot has been removed...

The indiscriminate bombing is finally having an effect.

The Japanese invaders are formidable, but they can't withstand grenades flying indiscriminately.

It seems that I don't have to do it myself.

That's good...

I just need to keep an eye on the golden logo.

The battle has been going on for a long time, and the golden logo has never moved. This means that it is hidden.

As long as no one finds it, it will be his, Zhang Yong's.

As soon as he gets the chance, he will pick it up.

However, soon afterwards, Zhang Yong suddenly noticed. The remaining four red dots gathered together. Then they all ran outwards together.

Huh?

What are the Japanese invaders going to do? Are they trying to commit suicide?

Realising that they can't win, they want to launch an on-board charge? This seems to be the nature of the Japanese invaders...

'Boom...'

'Boom...'

The sound of explosions continues to come.

Obviously, this is the rhythm of the general attack!

Dense white dots are surging up. They quickly intertwine with the four red dots.

The Japanese invaders are dead...

They are actually rushing out...

A volley of gunfire kills them all.

However...

something strange happened.

The four red dots, with absolute impudence, walked through the white dots and continued to walk outwards.

The surrounding white and red dots moved in the opposite direction. It seemed that neither side was affected.

Zhang Yong could no longer sit still.

What's going on?

The Japanese soldiers are fleeing towards the outside! How come you haven't stopped them?

No.

Very wrong.

'Blackie! Follow me!'

'Yes!'

Lu Keming led the team in pursuit.

Zhang Yong hurriedly approached the four red dots. What the hell was going on with these four dead bastards?

Soon, he could finally see the four red dots.

Then, Zhang Yong suddenly understood.

What he saw were not four Japanese invaders. They were four military policemen.

It turned out that the Japanese invaders were very cunning and had actually put on the clothes of the military policemen they had killed.

One of them was pretending to be wounded. Two were carrying the wounded. One was responsible for clearing the way in front. He yelled and yelled. He kept shouting, 'Get out of the way!'

And the area they chose to charge out of happened to be the police headquarters side.

The people at the police headquarters saw the wounded military police being carried out and were so anxious that they didn't suspect anything at all.

Who would have thought that these four were actually the Japanese invaders!

Damn it!

So cunning. So realistic.

Frankly, if the map had warned me and I had replaced Zhang Yong and come myself, I'm afraid I wouldn't have suspected anything either.

Seeing his comrades wounded, the others hurriedly carried them down to rescue them. How could you possibly go up to intercept them? Your conscience simply won't let you!

Damn it, there's no other way. You have to go up yourself.

Fortunately, there are still four Japanese invaders left. And there are no coverings. You can take them all in one go.

'Hurry!'

'Keep your heads down!'

Zhang Yong led the team on a quick march, preparing to move through to the front of the four Japanese invaders.

The four Japanese invaders were actually quite fast.

Fortunately, they chose the wrong direction. They chose to go towards the police headquarters.

They didn't dare run towards the military police. Because they might give themselves away. The terrain on the police headquarters side was relatively open. There was more flat land.

Finally, Zhang Yong managed to get in front of the four Japanese soldiers.

Just as well, there was a flat area in front of him. About the size of a football field. There were walls on both sides.

The Japanese soldiers were also very careful. They ran close to one of the walls.

Capture them alive?

Zhang Yong thought.

The problem is...

It can't be done.

The four Japanese soldiers all have guns.

If you dare show your head and yell 'surrender', you will definitely die.

So...

Set up an ambush.

Prepare for battle.

Wait for the Japanese soldiers to enter the ambush circle.

'Fire!'

A command is given.

Dozens of submachine guns fire at the same time.

In fact, for this kind of occasion, the Thompson is definitely the number one choice.

Unfortunately, it wasn't.

It was a newly built small gun, and the equipment had not yet caught up.

However, dozens of submachine guns were more than enough. Four Japanese soldiers were killed on the spot at the base of the wall.

There were no survivors.

All four red dots had disappeared.

The power of the submachine gun was still quite good within 50 metres.

'Baka...'

Zhang Yong vaguely heard a Japanese soldier curse.

But he didn't pay any attention. He thought he might have heard it in his hallucinations. Let them curse. It doesn't matter. The person is already dead.

'Go!'

Lu Keming led the men up to check the bodies.

He was sure that all four targets had been eliminated. They couldn't have died any more.

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

One by one, they added a few shots.

Standard procedure, even after death.

Zhang Yong came up and looked around, but didn't find anything of value. Apart from the four Browning pistols, there was nothing else.

There weren't many bullets left either. No wonder the Japanese wanted to find a way to escape.

The map showed that there were a large number of weapons markers nearby. It was the gunfire that had alerted the others.

'Huang Chu.'

'Yes.'

'Go outside and contact the others, and say that we are from the Secret Service. Then, please ask the head of the military police, Gu Bafeng, to come here.'

'Yes.'

Huang Chu agreed and left.

Zhang Yong followed up by arranging a guard. Just in case.

He also specifically arranged for Lin Nansheng to take a rifle and stand guard on a high wall. Dominate the situation from a high vantage point. Control the surroundings.

At any time, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Safety first.

Don't believe that other people won't do anything to you. Unless you don't give the other person a chance. Your life must be in your own hands.

Soon, Gu Bafeng hurriedly arrived.

Upon seeing the four dead military police, he was puzzled, 'This is...'

'Four Japanese invaders. They were disguised as your military police. We killed them,' Zhang Yong said bluntly.

'What?' Gu Bafeng suddenly gave his thigh a hard slap.

'What's wrong?'

'I said we rushed in, but why didn't we find the devils! It turns out they've already escaped.'

'They disguised themselves as military police and ran out of the police headquarters. The police didn't dare to intercept them either. They couldn't tell the difference.'

'Damn it!'

Gu Bafeng yelled hysterically.

Suddenly, he took a submachine gun and went over to the Japanese corpse, firing wildly.

'Da-da-da...'

'Da-da-da...'

He didn't let go until the magazine was empty.

Thirty bullets, all of them in the Japanese body. To vent his anger.

Zhang Yong: ...

I was going to say don't shoot the face. But then I thought, forget it.

I guess there were quite a few dead military policemen over there. At this time, it's not a good idea for him to say anything. Just let someone else vent.

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However, compared to the losses in the Battle of Shanghai next year, this is just a drop in the ocean.

In the Battle of Shanghai, casualties were calculated in the hundreds of thousands. That was truly tragic.

One division after another was wiped out...

A division is a few thousand people...

'Commander Gu!'

'Commander Gu!'

Suddenly, a voice came from outside.

Zhang Yong's eyes flashed. Huh. This Commander Gu is finally willing to show his face?

Soon after, Gu Zhenglun was indeed seen.

Gu Zhenglun also saw Zhang Yong. But he didn't say anything. He kept his face screwed up.

Zhang Yong: ...

Damn. Pretending not to know me, huh?

Fine, I'll pretend I didn't see you too. I'll skip the salute. I'll just turn away.

And then

the military police came and carried away the bodies of the four Japanese invaders.

Soon, Gu Zhenglun left too.

And then

the others also withdrew.

Then...

Huangshilu gradually returned to its former quiet.

Then...

Zhang Yong realised that his previous plan had completely fallen through.

Was this a case of a strong start but a weak finish?

A strong start but a weak finish?

No, that wasn't right either.

It should be said that it was a complete victory.

All nine Japanese invaders had been killed. None had escaped.

Gu Zhenglun had run off so quickly, presumably to claim credit.

Regardless of the casualties, the military police had done a great job in this battle.

As for the four Japanese soldiers who were killed in the end, Zhang Yong did not come out to claim credit either.

It was pointless.

He didn't want any credit.

He just wanted the money.

The people were gone. Huangshilu was empty. But the golden sign was still there. Obviously no one had found it.

What should be done?

What else could be done?

Of course, go and quietly take it away!