The Japanese War Zone in Shanghai has been occupied by Japanese troops for several days, but the smell of the battlefield still lingers in the air.
The smell of blood, corpses and gunpowder soaked in the soil constantly irritates people's nasal passages.
Several soldiers wearing full Japanese military uniforms and holding 38 rifles, led by a major, slowly wandered around the battlefield like ghosts at night.
When they reached an empty field with several debris nearby, the officer leading the team turned around, and the adjutant immediately ran to him.
"Disperse, hide nearby, prepare fire cover..."
"Yes, sir."
Yamaoka Tetsujiro walked slowly on the ruins of the Japanese war zone. He gave the order and the adjutant beside him immediately suggested it.
"Sir, this is a Japanese-occupied area, and they have no one following them. Let's run back."
The man's eyes were full of hope. If he wanted to escape, now was the best chance to escape.
Yamaoka Tetsujiro closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly opened them, turned around and shouted,
"Who else has such an idea?"
Feeling the fierce and dangerous light flashing through Yamaoka Tetsujiro's eyes, the other soldiers lowered their heads. They were all admirers of Yamaoka Tetsujiro's rigid samurai spirit.
"We are all samurai. Can what the samurai say be changed at will? Are you not even as good as the Chinese?"
In fact, these soldiers wanted to tell him the truth. This was no longer the age of samurai. For the sake of their own freedom, it didn't matter if they told lies.
The adjutant helplessly led his soldiers to disperse and hide in the nearby building debris. One of the soldiers reminded,
"Now he is standing there alone, maybe he is just begging for death..."
As he spoke, he gently pulled the gun bolt, and no one said a word. Everyone stared at his action with cold yet hopeful eyes.
No one knows what Tetsujiro Yamaoka thought.
In the dark night, he could only be seen taking out a short knife and cutting the telephone line leading to the North Shore Ministry of Industry Bureau building.
But his arrangement was obviously to give others the opportunity to take advantage of him, and then everyone would escape back to the Japanese side.
On the contrary, Chonan Heiaki, who played Yamaoka Jiro's adjutant, said softly,
"Hmph, you are thinking too simply, Sir. He can let us out, but you think he will not arrange any backup plans. Without Yamaoka-kun taking the lead in this matter, can we run back? It's better not to take action, move slowly and put down the gun.
, I guess maybe that strange silent gun is pointed at your head right now."
A discussion that was so low that even a small wind could blow it away caused the soldiers to look around.
It was very peaceful. Although this was not a battlefield and it was already November, the surrounding environment still made the soldiers nervous.
"As expected, you still don't believe us."
"I don't understand why Mr. Yamaoka is so determined to be loyal to that big... bah, Zhang..."
"Shut up, we can't defeat him, and in terms of military performance, your Excellency is not comparable to ordinary people. To put it bluntly, if we were on the battlefield, we might all die in the final explosion of the Sixing Warehouse. So, even though we are
Both warring parties, but you still have to respect him as a warrior."
The soldiers argued in a very low voice, but the debate was also extremely heated.
In the eyes of Japanese soldiers, Zhang Sixing is undoubtedly a hero.
If they were not on the battlefield, they would definitely be willing to be his retainers. For those with bushido spirit in their hearts, surrendering to the strong is a matter of course.
But……
After glancing around, Changnan Pingming asked the subordinates surrounding him softly,
"How far do you think you can run with a silent sniper gun? If you kill all of us, it won't be more than three sniper teams with six people or even four."
As soon as they finished speaking, the hearts of all the Japanese prisoners of war were beating with nervousness. Especially the soldier who had just aimed his rifle at Tetsujiro Yamaoka, who was shrinking his neck and looked as if he was about to be shot in the head by a sniper.
"But Chief Yamaoka, why do you want us to hide, but he is standing there..."
After a while, another Japanese soldier started talking in a low voice.
"Perhaps he wanted to serve his country, but also wanted to be loyal and die like a true samurai."
Changnan Pingming, who seemed to have a very clear mind, said this. He did not look at the Japanese army with his vigilant eyes, but stared at the dark behind. He seemed to be thinking about how many meters the sniper could hit at night, and whether the place where they ambush was fifty meters or one hundred meters away.
rice.
Soon after, a telephone soldier, escorted by several infantry soldiers, came to check the telephone line.
It can be seen that although they are in occupied areas, the soldiers are still cautious.
"Hi, here, come quickly."
A shout came from the battlefield, and a Japanese officer flashed in the flashlight's aperture.
However, there seemed to be several corpses lying around him, and they seemed to be Japanese soldiers. It was unknown who attacked and killed them.
Japanese lower-level soldiers did not dare to neglect the officers' orders, and ran one by one through the wreckage of the building.
"Sir, what happened here."
The leader of the telephone soldiers was running out of breath, and the flashlight was scratching on the surrounding corpses. As soon as they saw that there was a battle, they didn't even bother to ask for passwords.
Suddenly, the Japanese officer grabbed the soldier in front of him who was carrying a wire roll by the collar.
"Asshole, why didn't you ask for the password?"
Several infantrymen following the telephone soldier came closer and were about to speak, when suddenly something strange happened.
What was originally thought to be corpses, several people wearing Japanese military uniforms suddenly jumped up. In the dark night, invisible sharp blades screamed across the air.
The next second, a sharp blade passed through his mouth, and the phone soldier was about to shout, when Tetsujiro Yamaoka's talon-like fingers locked his throat. Not only was he unable to utter a single sound, his breath might even be cut off at any time.
"Now, stay close to the call signs and secret words on both sides of me, otherwise I will have a hundred ways to make it impossible for you to die even if you want to."
An hour later, Zhang Sixing's Japanese team evacuated.
"Let's go near the Public Affairs Bureau building. Your Majesty said we'll see how many of those guys open their eyes tomorrow, otherwise we'll kill them all."
The soldier following him didn't speak, he just whispered in his heart:
That's a thousand regular soldiers, killing them all... It doesn't seem difficult for adults. How many people were killed in the big explosion during the evacuation of the Sihang Warehouse Building? Alas, I hope those people tomorrow will be smarter.
There are always some powerful people in this world who we ordinary people cannot fight against.
No matter what the Japanese soldiers thought, behind them, under a few inconspicuous shadows, something resembling a human figure slowly arched up from the ground.
They were still wearing striped clothes, and they were still wearing hats that didn't look like steel helmets. They quietly followed the Japanese team led by Tetsujiro Yamaoka, moving quietly behind them like ghosts.