Chapter 89: Your Excellency’s Plan Is Going to Float
"Sir, how do we get in?"
Hidden in an abandoned building, Yamaoka Tetsujiro asked Zhang Sixing a little anxiously.
Because he has been observing with the telescope for a long time, and he has always been as motionless as a sculpture.
In Yamaoka Tetsujiro's own opinion, this is a very difficult military camp to enter.
After all, this is a camp where prisoners of war are held. Because there are prisoners of war, the surroundings are always brightly lit. Patrolling infantry are lined up and often patrolling inside and outside the military camp.
In the area where military supplies are stored, artillery shells, firearms, and food are neatly stacked in categories, and there are often mobile sentries patrolling between the supplies.
According to Tetsujiro Yamaoka, it would be difficult to get into such a camp, even if they were wearing the same military uniform.
This place is no more chaotic than ordinary field troops. As a logistics and prisoner of war base, it is managed in an orderly manner.
Except for the guards and the drivers who brought in the ammunition, the only people present here were no one from the outside army at all.
Zhang Sixing, who had been observing for a long time, took off his telescope, pointed at the camp and told Tetsujiro Yamaoka,
"Look there, I guess that's the officer's office. The Japanese soldier who escaped has not come out until now. Secondly, we still have five minutes. The next batch of munitions is coming."
After hearing Zhang Sixing's words, Yamaoka Tetsujiro already understood that he already had a complete battle plan. He picked up the telescope and looked at the office carefully.
At this time, Zhang Sixing took out his carbon strip again from his backpack, then turned on his flashlight and shined it on Tetsujiro Yamaoka to make arrangements.
"Did you see the scale above? One scale is the burning distance in five minutes, and the timer is thirty minutes."
As he spoke, Zhang Sixing connected the timing charcoal strips end to end and demonstrated to Tetsujiro Yamaoka.
"Go find the explosives and detonators and put them in those munitions."
"Sir, what about you?"
Seeing Tetsujiro Yamaoka and Zhang Sixing not hiding his actions at all,
"I, I want to break into the prisoner of war camp, I want to rescue them."
Upon hearing Zhang Sixing's arrangement, Yamaoka Tetsujiro felt his scalp was going crazy, and he thought with a pale face:
Are prisoner-of-war camps so easy to break into? Are the crooked handles and heavy machine guns placed there just for decoration?
"Sir, break into the prisoner of war camp... If you want to drive a military train to break into the prisoner of war camp, then... that is too dangerous, sir. I, I will go, I will definitely take your..."
"you"
Looking at Tetsujiro Yamaoka teasingly, Zhang Sixing chuckled,
"There are Chinese people there. If a Japanese jumps out of a military train, guess what they will do to you."
After a while, Zhang Sixing took Tetsujiro Yamaoka to the road where the military train came.
Soon the engine sound started to sound, and three cars drove over along the straight road.
The car soldiers, who had almost completely occupied Shanghai, turned on their headlights with confidence and boldness. As the car moved forward, the bright car lights illuminated the two officers on the road.
Their collar badges were flashing with the names of lieutenant and second lieutenant respectively. This made the motor soldiers a little bit surprised, how could the two officers appear on the roadside without a single soldier in their arms late at night.
But no matter what he thought, the second lieutenant among the officers made a sign to stop the car.
"squeak"
The car stopped and the driver stuck his head out of the window.
"Lieutenant, Second Lieutenant, we are ordered to deliver ammunition to the front line. The battle will start on time at six o'clock in the morning..."
But before he could finish speaking, the lieutenant had already yelled at him sternly,
"We have received news that Chinese people have sneaked in, and our men are scattering around to search. I asked your people not to come to the front to gather, we want to check the spies."
Is it possible for a Chinese to sneak into the Imperial Japanese Marine Corps, unless he understands Japanese? And the officer in front of me... He is too tall, so tall that he doesn't even look like a Japanese.
Seeing the confusion on his face, Tetsujiro Yamaoka felt angry. He stepped onto the gangplank of the car.
"Baga...Baga...you actually dare to look askance at the officer, I want to notify the gendarmerie..."
While roaring angrily, he slapped the auto soldier in the face with his hand without stopping.
It only took a few slaps to slap away the doubts in the minds of the auto soldiers. In the highly hierarchical Japanese army, it was unthinkable to disobey the orders of the officers.
And entering the gendarmerie... haha.
The auto soldier had no choice but to jump out of the car, bowed to Zhang Sixing and Yamaoka Tetsujiro, and apologized profusely.
In my heart, I was very satisfied with Tetsujiro Yamaoka, who had no regard for his compatriots, and was especially satisfied with the tradition of Japanese bushido culture.
"Okay, Mr. Yamaoka, let him call the people in the car behind. We will check it quickly. If there is no problem, let him go as soon as possible."
"Hi"
Yamaoka Tetsujiro responded and sternly ordered the driver,
"Hurry up, hurry up and tell them to gather in front of the vehicle. They are not allowed to carry weapons. We have to identify them carefully under the headlights."
The car soldier, who was slapped, responded and quickly ran to the two cars behind to inform him.
Amidst the sound of "boom, boom" footsteps, soon the drivers of three vehicles and seven soldiers escorting the vehicles stood in a row in front of the bright car lights.
Even though the headlights made them almost open their eyes, no one dared to ask any more questions.
Yamaoka Tetsujiro went to the car behind to check as planned, of course to see if anyone was still on the car. Zhang Sixing, who was responsible for stalling for time, was in front of a group of Japanese soldiers and looked at their faces carefully.
As a logistics soldier, I was young and immature, so I guessed that maybe these guys were wiping the deck of a navy ship a few days ago.
A moment later, footsteps were heard behind him, and Tetsujiro Yamaoka bent down to report,
"Sir, there are only arms and no other people in the car behind."
With a slight nod, the two of them walked towards the end of the line and the other to the front in perfect agreement.
Counting the three drivers, there were a total of ten people standing straight in front of the headlights. It would be difficult to kill all these guys in one go.
After all, there are only two people, Zhang Sixing and Yamaoka Tetsujiro.
And just at this moment, the sound of "boom-boom" footsteps came again on the street.
Yamaoka Tetsujiro rolled his eyes and thought to himself:
It's over, my lord's plan will be ruined.
The "boom" footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Tetsujiro Yamaoka felt more and more nervous and unsure of his decision.
Because he saw that Zhang Sixing seemed to have no intention of giving up, and even his hand was still touching the handle of the command knife.
This gave Yamaoka Tetsujiro a very bad guess, so much so that his nervous hair stood on end:
"Sir, do you want to kill these guys in front of the patrol? But even if you kill them all, you can't escape in front of the patrol."
The military train is obviously the way to enter the base, and the office is of course the target. It is assumed that all the people in the office will be killed, so naturally no one will leak the situation of Sihang Warehouse.
"Let's go."
As a frontline arsenal, it is very important to replenish sufficient ammunition before attacking. It has to be said that the Japanese Marine Corps has much more abundant supplies than the Army.