Chapter two hundred and ninety-eight first met the spicy taste
"Haha, we are about to end our mission to defend the Sihang Warehouse. Mr. Benson, your information is so well-informed. This really surprises me."
Consul Benson, who was dealing with Zhang Sixing on the other end of the phone, was careful when he spoke. The reason why he told him this was because he wanted to sell a favor because he had obtained the information from secret channels.
So that this guy would stop blackmailing himself, otherwise...he really couldn't bear the responsibility of provoking the Japanese army into the public concession. As for catching the bank robber, he didn't know that the Chinese government army was so useless.
Fuck the bank robbers.
He pressed the receiver carefully and asked softly and sincerely,
"Mr. Zhang, look at our people..."
"Well, they will pay you back when the time comes. And they can eat, sleep, and I see they have gained a few pounds. Mr. Consul, how are you going to thank me for this?"
When he heard that the group of British soldiers were safe and sound, Consul Benson felt relieved. But then he was troubled by Zhang Sixing's plan. It must not be a good thing for this guy to call him.
"This...Mr. Zhang, you will have to withdraw your defense soon. In addition, there are already many Japanese spies at the Junk Bridge, so..."
He was really worried about what kind of arms Zhang Sixing wanted, and he was really not lying about the Japanese spies near the Junk Bridge.
Hearing this, Zhang Sixing's heart suddenly sank.
If there is a military police camp and a gendarmerie camp, and the old men are passing by the river, they will most likely be taken into the lonely barracks by the British. Although even if they are taken there, Zhang Sixing can still lead people to fight them out.
But if you can avoid being caught, of course you won't be caught.
It seems that I contacted Guo Liangjun and asked him to prepare the crowd.
When the time comes to retreat, everyone wearing civilian clothes, except for the German weapon master, can just pretend to be civilians and blend into the crowd.
But if a Japanese spy appears on the Junk Bridge, things will not be easy to handle.
But you can't do it right now, and you can't do it the other way around. But when this is done, the British must know how to cooperate.
"Mr. Consul, I would like to ask if those who spied on you can recognize them?"
Consul Benson on the other side of the phone was silent for a long time before saying,
"There are a few you can recognize. Mr. Zhang, even if your people kill them, there are still some who are hiding in the dark..."
Hearing the other party start to shirk the blame, Zhang Sixing couldn't help but sneer,
"Mr. Benson, you mean you can't do this. Well, I'll ask my radio station to report the preserved news. In addition, I actually made a few small movies. I believe Japan
People will enjoy watching it.”
To be honest, there are not many Westerners who dare to play tricks on Zhang Sixing. To deal with these guys, Zhang Sixing had a lot of troubles when he was a bank robber across Europe.
Hearing that the other party made no move, Zhang Sixing asked politely,
"How about it, Mr. Benson, please think about it. If you think about it, I will call the broadcast company and the newspaper to break the news..."
Consul Benson, who was silent over there, cursed Zhang Sixing.
"You, you are really a devil...tell me what you want me to do."
"Actually, Mr. Benson, the matter is very simple. When the people in Sihang Warehouse evacuate, you can set up a martial law or something. Just clear the street, no matter which side it is. In addition, I will give you a phone number and
Contact my girlfriend and she will tell you what to do."
After hearing Zhang Sixing's instructions, Consul Benson understood what Zhang Sixing was planning.
But at this moment he was unable to refute, because the public concession could not be thrown away from his hands no matter what. He could not bear the responsibility, and neither could the British Empire.
Moreover, the advantage of martial law is that when the captured British come back, they will certainly not be discovered by the Japanese.
"Okay, Mr. Zhang, this matter will be done as you say..."
Having said this, Consul Benson was silent again, and then he stuttered and asked,
"Zhang, Mr. Zhang, this... you will not make any special requests to me in the future. I think I have..."
Of course you can't force people to death, especially you can't force them to hang themselves. That's the method of financial capitalists, not what a thief like Zhang Sixing would do.
Keep a thin line as a human being so that we can meet each other easily in the future.
"Don't worry, Mr. Benson. Although I am a big thief, I can still be reasonable. After this incident is over, we all will stay on the same page and provoke me again... Haha, you know."
Having said this, Zhang Sixing dropped the phone.
On this day, as Zhang Sixing said, the Japanese did not launch an attack until sunset.
The reason is simple, no one wants to die on the last night of the Battle of Songhu.
As a defensive Sihang Warehouse, Xie Jinyuan received the order to retreat. He even knew that China's protests and hopes for mediation from European countries were completely in vain internationally.
But these things are beyond the control of an ordinary regiment-level officer.
On the Japanese side, the artillery positions had been rearranged at this time, but they did not launch an attack.
After all, if Sihang Warehouse retreats tonight, then they can march into Sihang Warehouse in a big way tomorrow morning.
Although both Marine Corps Major General Isamu Kumagawa and Major General Shigeto Oaki would feel unwilling to do so, Sihang Warehouse is really not a place that can be entered casually.
But in the Sixing Warehouse, the mixed barracks did not seem to intend to retreat together, or Zhang Sixing was still thinking of something else.
"Yes, seal all the windows and holes facing the south with sandbags. Then pile all the explosives in front of the building, and put out the helmets and mines to form a trap."
"Prepare the hemp rope, I will use it, a few dozen meters is enough..."
Seeing that Zhang Sixing was still engaged in construction, Xie Jinyuan, who was not sure why, approached Zhang Sixing and asked him
"Mr. Zhang, we will all evacuate at twelve o'clock. What are you..."
"You retreat at twelve o'clock at night. If we don't make some noise, I'm afraid there will be casualties when you retreat. In addition, I don't want the Japanese to sleep too well tonight, and I want to teach them a lesson..."
Hearing Zhang Sixing's words, Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but turn pale, stretched out his hand, pointed Zhang Sixing aside and whispered,
"Brother Zhang, don't you...you and yours won't evacuate? If you don't leave tonight, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave tomorrow."
Looking at Xie Jinyuan's concerned eyes, Zhang Sixing smiled softly and said,
"Don't worry, Commander Xie. I don't plan to die young. But I won't leave tonight, and if I do, I'll leave tomorrow morning. Since the little changelings are here, we can't just let them feel comfortable so easily."
We were so convinced that we occupied the Sihang Warehouse."
Having said that, regardless of whether Xie Jinyuan understood it or not, Zhang Sixing continued to arrange it.
"Find me some dry flour, and arrange the old tobacco pouch as I said..."