Chapter 132 A Sinister Plot

The temporary headquarters of the Japanese 3rd Infantry Battalion is 500 meters away on the left wing of the warehouse.

Wakitajiro sat on the pony and closed his eyes slightly in the dim light, seeming to be in a state of trance.

As a burst of rapid footsteps sounded, the Japanese colonel slowly opened his eyes.

"Did the imperial intelligence personnel in the concession send a message?"

"Hi! Your Excellency, Wing Commander, the 'Fuji Mountain' who provided top-secret information to our army in the evening just received a call. An infantry company of the 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment of the enemy's 88th Division has completed crossing the river. Another infantry company is covering some heavy equipment and is crossing. On the way to the river, according to their strength estimates, there is still an infantry company and most of the machine gun company behind them." Makino Jun held the intelligence from the concession in his hand and reported in a low voice.

"These damn Chinese are still so cautious at this time." Resentment flashed in Jiro Wakiba's eyes.

You must be angry! I hate this Chinese army because it inflicted heavy losses on the 36th Infantry Regiment, but my anger stems more from being deceived.

At ten o'clock in the evening, a senior imperial spy code-named "Mount Fuji" who was hiding next to the senior officials of the Western Allied Forces in the Concession sent a secret message to the Songhu Dispatch Army Headquarters. Only then did the entire Third Division know the specific organization and details of the enemy they had been fighting against for several days. Number of people.

There was no regiment, and there was no "eight hundred" as boasted in Chinese newspapers. There were only 400 people.

How could the 3rd Division be so embarrassed that a force eight times as strong as the Chinese was defeated like this?

Jiro Wakiba, a super unlucky guy, was scolded in a message by the furious Japanese lieutenant general.

Originally, the Japanese colonel, who had been subdued, did not plan to make any trouble tonight. He was planning to wait for the Chinese defenders to enter the concession, then use diplomatic pressure to force the concession to surrender, and directly harvest the fruits of victory.

But after being scolded by the angry division commander, Jiro Wakita, who knew the true strength of the warehouse defenders, had new ideas.

Isn't it a very pleasing sight to let them pass more than half of them and attack halfway across the border, so that the Chinese who have already gone to the concession can watch helplessly as their comrades in the rear are wiped out?

It must be pleasing to the eye. Imagining the expressions of the Chinese soldiers who had been disarmed by the garrison in the concession, watching their comrades being killed one by one, but unable to do anything, made the Japanese commander want to laugh out loud.

Even if the last men retreated into the warehouse to resist, he was not worried. The 400 men had a strong fortress and sufficient heavy firepower. It would be difficult for him to fight, but if he had less than one-third of the strength, his 36th Infantry The existing 2,000 people in the alliance can drown them all just by spitting!

"Major Yin Teng, order your heavy machine gun squadron to enter the position." Wakitajiro stood up, with a sinister look on his face.

"At the same time, the entire 3rd Infantry Brigade entered the trenches and pointed their guns at the concession garrison. If the other party attacks us, I authorize you to fight back."

"Hi!" Yin Tengzhonger bowed his head and accepted the order.

Turning his eyes to Makino Jun, he muttered: "Makino-san, please send this message to the division headquarters in five minutes, and ask them to forward it to the Concession Garrison Headquarters. The message is as follows:

Our army is attacking the Chinese on our battlefield. If your army has any objections, please contact our Songhu Dispatch Army Headquarters for discussion.

However, if there is an attack, we will be regarded as an opponent on the battlefield and will no longer abide by the previous non-aggression agreement between the empire and you. Guns have no eyes and cannot guarantee the safety of your civilians. "

"Hi!" Makino Jun stood at attention and accepted the order. He raised his head and was confused: "Your Excellency, Wing Commander, we only use heavy machine guns? Don't we use infantry cannons?"

"No, no, it's easy to blow up that weak bridge with infantry artillery!" A cruel light flashed in Jiro Wakita's eyes. "How can they continue to cross that bridge if they are not given a way out?"

Makino Jun took a breath. At this moment, he completely understood his boss's plan.

So sinister and poisonous!

The bad thing is not to let go of the opponent's main force and attack only the remaining part of the force, so-called half-crossing attack, but to leave the small bridge.

For the Chinese, the main force has retreated and their vigor has been lost. With only a small number of troops left, it is impossible for them to retreat to the warehouse. The only way to survive is the bridge. If you rush over, you can survive. If you don't rush, you can only survive. It could be death.

That's human nature, the most normal way to survive.

However, what seems to be the only way to survive is actually a complete dead end, a dead end.

This time, the 3rd Infantry Brigade worked hard to hide all its eight remaining heavy machine guns in the trenches. The bridge deck, which was no more than 30 meters long, would be covered by a torrent of steel with more than 50 bullets per second.

To cross this bridge, a fully armed soldier would have to run for at least 8 seconds, in which case he would have to go through the baptism of hundreds of bullets.

There is no cover on the bridge, and with such a density of bullets, no one can escape.

This time, the Chinese have transported at least half of the mortars and even machine guns. The threat from the heavy machine gun positions has been minimized, and they can shoot without any scruples.

The poisonous thing is that Jiro Wakiita wanted to brutally shoot all the Chinese soldiers at the rear on the bridge in front of the ordinary Chinese people who were about to wake up and their comrades waiting for their return.

Those who dare not cross the bridge cannot escape the fate of destruction. They don't even have to wait until dawn. Two infantry squadrons who have been waiting will enter the building with flashlights, find them, kill them, and throw their bodies into the Suzhou River.

Let the Chinese civilians who once cheered for their soldiers drink the water soaked with their soldiers' blood.

As for the Western coalition forces in the concession, through dealing with them for the past few days, both the Japanese colonel and the Japanese lieutenant colonel have understood their cowardice.

As long as they are afraid of death, there is nothing they cannot give in to. Moreover, what they gave up was just the weak Chinese, and their vital interests were not affected.

The Japanese lieutenant colonel even believed that when the garrison headquarters in the concession received the telegram from the division headquarters, the first action they took was not to protest to themselves, but to speed up the progress of disarming the Chinese troops that had crossed the river.

Because they were worried that they would anger the powerful Japanese army and launch a counterattack against them.

"Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, you two will be the first to cross the river later! The commander and I will wait for you over there." Before leaving, the lieutenant colonel of the army was still worried about the two generals under his command, so he made special instructions.

Although the two infantry companies had arrived safely, the Japanese were a little too quiet, which made the lieutenant colonel of the army with rich combat experience feel heavy in his heart.

"Yes!" Tang Dao and Lei Xiong stood at attention and saluted.

"Qin Ruoyu, what are you waiting for! Take your brothers to escort the two officers across the bridge." Tang Dao roared softly.

"Li Jiujin, take your third platoon and set up machine guns along the bridge until the officers arrive safely. Those who cross the bridge don't have to come back, just wait over there."

The army lieutenant colonel and major general, whose sight was blocked by a group of soldiers surrounding them, did not notice the two lieutenants hiding in the dark with their eyes flashing with strange colors.

Li Jiujin led the third platoon and carried six light machine guns, and was the first to enter the bridge. The whole army was in a fighting posture, pointing their guns at the two wings.

Then came the army lieutenant colonel and the major general chief of staff, as well as three Central Bureau agents who were beaten into pig heads by Qin Ruoyu's second platoon and the battalion guard squad and the four guards close to the major general chief of staff.

Dozens of people were divided into three columns, crouched and ran quickly across the more than 30-meter-long Suzhou River Bridge, and successfully entered the fortifications in the concession.

The Chinese soldiers on both sides of the bridge collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

So did Colonel James, the representative of the concession garrison. The highest Chinese commander had come over, and it seemed that the matter had been settled, and they were just waiting for the last hundred or so Chinese soldiers to cross the river.

But at this moment, an accident occurred.